Aadmi aur Insan

­Zindagi ki raahein bhi badi azeeb hoti hain,  samajh nahi aata ke kis tarha aur kahan naya mod legi.

kabhi sukh, kabhi  dukh ,kabhi hansi kabhi gum, haar or jeet is daudti bhagti zindagi ka hissa hain.

  Aaj jab mei apni zindagi ke purane auraq ko palat kar dekhti  hun to kayi aisi baatein samne aati hain jinhe mei akser bhool jati hun. Yaadon ka silsila maano khatm nahi hota .

kal bus mei safer kerte waqt kayin purani yaadein dimag ko janjhor gayi .......

"uth.. uth beta, dekh Subha ke 6 bajh chuke hain college nahi jaana hai kya...?"

Abba ki awaz kaano mei n roz ki tarha gunjne lagi aur mei phir se monh par chader dhanp kar so gayi.

"beta uth dekho jaana hai na jaldi uth mujhe namaz jaana hai." ankho ko masalte huve mei uth Baithi aur kaha "Abbu jaao mei jaag chuki hun ".

sir par topi sajate huve abba darwaze se bahar nikal gaye yeh unka roz ka mamool tha aur roz Subah mere kaano ko un ki awaz sunne ki adat.

main roz issi waqt abbu ki awaz par utha karti aur mere abbu roz Issi tarah jaga kar khud namaz jaate. namaz se aane ke baad khud ke liye chai banana un ke mamool ka hissa tha. khud ke liye chai taiyar kerte aur mere liye bhi. Phir mujhe takeed kerte ke kabhi khali pet chai nahi pini chahiye ....issi tarah 3-4 saal ka arsa gujra meine apna graduation complete kiya tab tak wo issi tarah mujhe jagate ,mere liye chai aur nashte ka intezam Kerty.

Un dino hum akser baith kar baatein kiya Kerte the. un ki baatein kisi masoom bacche se kam na hoti thi

har fikr se azad uujhe akser kehte "meri bitiya teacher hai, ya kabhi Mujhe principal keh kar pukarte kyonki main teacher banna chahti thi aur isi liye badi lagan si padhayi bhi karti thi… waise kabhi kehte meri beti accountant hai.

un ki baton me masoomiyat koot koot kar bhari hui thi. Hum aksar ek dusre se ladte bhi the, wo kuch kehty aur mai  kuch. magar is ladayi me bhi apnapan tha .

Mujhe apne abba ki taswir saaf saaf dikhayi dene lagi aur yun laga  jaise wo mujh se kah rahe ho "beta Aaj tu waqayi teacher ban gayi, mera sapna pura kiya bus apne farz ko acchi tarha se anzaam Dena " or yun Laga jaise wo muskurati hui ankho se mere sir per shafaqat se haath pheir rahe ho.un ki akser boli hui baatein dunia se pare hua karti thi wo mujh se kehte,"beta duniya mei admi to sabhi hote hain magar insaan banna bahut mushkil hai. chalak to aksar log ban jaate hain magar samajhdar bannne me bahut samay lagta hai. Tu hamesha issi koshish mei rehna ke ek aacha aur samajhdar insaan bane."...

 Sach to hai samajhdari se kaam lena kayi baar bahut hi mushkil ho jaata hai....inhi socho ke sath bus ne zor ka zhatka li aur logon ka shor goonj utha, "Kya kar raha hai? bus dheere chala. " Meri socho ka silsila toota aur mere abbu meri nazron se ojhal ho gaye.

Achanak conductor ki awaz aayi jo kisi passanger par chilla kar kah raha tha…

"Aap log is tarha ki badi badi note le aate ho, hum bhi chutta kaha se dega, chutta nikalo."

passenger bechara satpata gaya, gora chitta, unche kad ka tha. Haath mei kaale rang ka bag liye apni seat per baith gaya. Us ke huliye se lag raha tha kisi acchi post par ho.

"500 ka note!!! Aap bhi kamal kerty ho! 500 ka chutta kaha se dega mein ?" Phir se chillane ki awaz sunayi di .

"Mere pass chutta nahi hai....Aaj taxi ki strike hai, bus dikhi isliye mai chadh gaya." passenger ki awaz mei narmi thi

"Ab mai kya karun ?... Aaj taxi ki bhi strike hai..." passenger ne khud se kaha."

“ Thik hai do apna note aur yeh lo 400 rupey .. baki ke paise Wadala bus depot se le lena, ticket ke piche likh dega." Conductor ne bade asan se lafzo mei passenger ko samjhaya.

"Par mein wadala bus depot kaise jaaon woh to bahut door hai."

Passenger ne Phir se narmi dikhayi"

Thik hai to Phir chutta do"...

"Nahi hai?.."

To phir jaao Wadala bus depot aur le lena baki ka balance."

is tarha dono ki baat khatm hui. us passenger ke chehre ka rang jaise ud gaya. us ne socha bhi nahi hoga ke us ke saath is tarah ka itefaq ho sakta hai. Us ne baari baari sab ki taraf dekhna suru kiya....dekhne ki wajeh kya thi kuch samajh nahi aaya par hsayed wo kisi kism ki madad chahta tha. Ek ya do baar us ki nigah mujh se bhi takrayi. Meine uth kar yeh drkhna chaha ke us ka ticket kitne ka hai yahan wahan jhank tankh kerne ke baad pata chala k uska ticket sirf 15 rupey ka tha. Fauran purse mei hath dal kar 20 ka note nikalne ko dil chaha, Par kuch soch kar apna hath rok liya…

Passenger ab bhi hasrat bhari nigah se sab ko dekhe jar aha tha.

Stop aa gaya aur main utar gayi, baar baar us passenger ka khayal dimag me aata raha…

“  Mamad karna kya bura hai ?”

“ Nahin…”

“Phir maine apna hath peeche kyon kar liya ?”

Shayad is liye ki kahin who passenger meri madad ko kisi aur pahlu se dekhta to ?

“ To kya hota ?” maine khud se sawal kiya…

“Ya to who madad le leta ya mana kar deta.”

Agar who madad le leta to khushi dono taraf phail jati, main khush ho jati ki maine kisi ki madad ki,

Woh khush ho jajta ke kisi ne us ki madad ki,

Agar woh madad na leta to ??

Mujhe yeh to itminan rahta ki maine pahel to kit hi…

Ab bhi woh manzar yaad aata hai to sochti hun ki agar ek mauqa kisi ki madad karne ka mila aur woh bhi maine kho diya to main kewal ek aadmi rah gayi, insane na ban saki.

Isi tarah hum apni zindagi me kayi aise mauqe kho dete hain jab hum kisi ki madad kar sakte the.

Humme to us hawa ki tarah hona chahiye jo sirf thand deti hai,

Logon ko jeenne ke liye majboor kar deti hai…

Woh hawa jo saans lene ke liye zaruri hai….

 Woh hawa jo jeene ke liye zaruri hai…

Rishton ki Mithas

Hello , Rickshaw… station jaayenge? " 

maine haath se rickshaw wale ko rukate huve poocha.

Woh  Koi 19 -20 saal ka ladka tha, " Haan madam, par abhi raat ke 10 baje hain aur mujhe ghar bhi jaana hai." rickshaw wale ne kaha. 

"Bhai dekh raat huvi aur koi jaa bhi nahi raha hai, please jaao na .. warna mere Mommy Daddy ki train choot jaayegi "maine mere sath khade saas sasur ki taraf ishara kar ke manane wale andaz me kaha...

Kal gaon se mere sass sasur aaye the. kehne ko tho woh saas sasur hain par hum mei apnaiyet walidain Jaisi hai. Woh  gaon mei rehte hain aur mai shaher ...par woh mujh se milne mahine do mahine mei aa jate hain. Aaj unhe wapas jaana tha ..unhe mai rickshaw stand tak chodne aayi thi… 

"Theek hai par poore Rs. 250/- ho jaayeinge, ager manzoor ho to bolo."us ne kaha.

"are bhai dusre rickshaw wale ne to Rs.200/- bole, mai Rs.200/- hi doongi chalna hai to jaldi chalo .." maine kaha "

“Theek hai chalo…” us ne sochte huve kaha,  “…de dena Rs.200/-". 

Phir rickshaw wale ne apne paas khade apne dost ko fuel Indicator dikhate huve pucha, "yaar is me 2 hi kaandi hai, Kya yeh station tak jaayegi?" 

"Arre yaar station kya yeh Dubai tak bhi jaayegi, tu befikar jaa" rickshaw wale ke doston ne hansty huve kaha ...

"Are bhai tu inhe station hi le jaana, Ddubai chale gaye tho wapas aana mushkil ho jaayega ...” maine rikshaw wale ko tok diya “…Kya hai na in ke pass Koi passport nahi hai...!!!"  

meri baat sun kar sab ek sath khilkhila uthe.

Achanak rickshaw ko piche se kisi bike wale ne takker maar di, woh jhat se neeche utra aur bike ke piche lapka.. "abe ruk, kahan bhag raha hai? meri rickshaw ko takkar mara, aata hai tujhe chalane??" rickshaw wale ne bike wale ka collar pakad liya, dono mei baat hote hote badh gayi. 

Maine rickshaw wale ko awaz dete huve kaha,  “bhai ab tu ladte mat baith, Aa idher, der ho rahi hai.” main utri aur us ko ghasitte huve le aayi aur kaha , “sanbhal kar le jaana...” 

Us ne kaha, “ theek hai aap mere rikshaw ka number note kar lo.” Hum Sab muskura rahe the aur issi muskurahat ke saath maine apne Mommy Dady yaani saas sasur ko Allah hafiz kaha.

 Kabhi kabhi yakin nahi hota ke is tarah mai apne saas Sasur ke samne bejhijhak kisi ajnabi se itna freely  baat karti hun. Aur woh bhi khush hote hain is tarah ka relation ek Maa Baap jaisa apne sasural walon ke saath banana thoda mushkil hota hai.. par jab rishte apnaiyet ka roop lete hain to rishte khubsurat ban jate hain... 

Shadi ke baad adjustment aksar ladkiyun ko hi karna padta hai par us thode se adjustment ke baad aap ki duniya apne aap adjust ho jaati hai tab sasur aur mayeke ka fark mit jaata hai. Jaisa mere saath hua.

Jo kahte hain hum hi kyon adjust karen, unhe is baat par gaur karna chahiye ke jis ped par phal zyada hote hain, woh humesha jhuke huve hote hain.

Sapno ki Udan

Sapno ki udan her Koi udna chahta hai.
khule asmaano mei,
Neele badlo ke darmiyan,
Sab se alag...
   
Aur jahan Baat apne Sapno ki hoti hai har sakhs yahi kwahish karta hai ke us ke sapne pure ho jaaye...
jaagti ankhon se jo sapne bune ....
   
Aur in sapno ko pura karne mei humari madad kerti hain humari koshishen, Lagan,mehanat aur saath hi humari kismat.....
kuch logon ka ye manna hai ke Nasib, Taqdir ya Kismat kuch nahi hote.insaan apne haato se apni taqdir likh sakta hai jo chahe woh hasil kar sakta hai.

 Ek had tak baat bilkul sach hai jab tak sacchi lagan na ho,mehnat na ho kamyabi se humkinar hona namumkin hai..
per yeh baatein meri samjh ke kuch pare hain, maine chand insaano ko aise paya jo khoob mehnat kerte hain, dil laga kar koshish kerte hain phir bhi natija sifer hi rehta hai.
duniya mei her insaan yahi chahta  hai ke woh khud bhi acchi zindagi gujaare, apne biwi aur bacchon ko bhi aish o ishrat ki zindagi de aur woh issi  liye ji jaan laga kar koshish karta hai, ji tod mehnat karta hai phir bhi haasil kuch ni hota.

Ek mazdoor jo ke raat din mazdoori karta hai sirf apne pariwar ka pet paalne ke liye...
woh Subah yeh soch kar uthta hai ke kam se kam do roti mil jaaye,do paise juta loon...
yahan us ke dil mei mehnat ka zajba, kamane ki lagan sab kuch to hai phir woh kyon is tarha ki zindagi gujarta hai ...
koshish aur sirf koshish, mehanat aur sirf mehnat hi us k hisse mei aate hain..
Phir bhi wo ek acchi aur khushaal zindagi ke liye taras jaata hai.
us par samaj ka zulm ke is tarha ke mazdoor jo ke Purane kapdo mei malboos hote hain unhe yeh ehsas dilaya jaata hai goya woh is duniya ka nahi balke kisi aur hi duniya ka wasi ho.
issi kasmakash mei garib aur garib ho jaata hai ...

Par yeh garibi aati kahan se hai...??
 Kya in logon ne upper uthne ki koshiah nahi ki hogi...??
Kya unhone khud ki zarooraton ko pura kerne ke liye mehnat nahi ki hogi...???
Zaroor ki hogi  !!!!
Per shayed Yaha un ke muqadder ne un ka saath nahi diya... koshish tho bahot log kerte hain woh bhi lagan ke saath par kaamyabi milna har Ek ke nasib ki baat nahi.....

Sapno ki udan itni hi asaani se mil jaati to har Koi aisi udan bharta ....
Phir na Koi malik hota aur na koi mazdoor.........

Barish

Barish mere liye Bahut hi khushi ka zariya hhai..
Is ki bundein man ko ek azab sa sukun deti hain...
lagta hai barson ki pyaas bundon ne khud mei samet li hon...
mere gamo ko wo tassali dety hai aur kehti hai ke.... 
jis tarha shadid garmi ke baad hum barse, 
aur yun barse ke zameen bhi shairab ho gayi..
tumhari zindagi bhi ek din khusyun se labraiz ho jayegi... 
us din tum muskura uthogi aur dua ke liye haath utha kar kahogi 
"Rab Tera sukhr hai jo har mushkil ke baad ek sukoon ka lamha diya hai."
 
Kayi saal in baarisho ki motiyon ko dekh ker usse chu kar gujar gaye .
Her saal yahi Ehsaas panapta hai ... 
her saal yaahi aarzoein jawaan bhi hoti hain ....
khwahesein machalti hain...
 
Yahi baarish..
mere muskurane ki wajah ban jaati hai...
aur dil be-sakhta kahta hai..
"Barish Tera sukhriya..."

Yaad

                                                         

Kisi ko yaad kerne k liye sayed kisi waqt ki zaroorat nahi hoti ...
kuch log beshakta hi dimag ke tahtulsaur se nikal ker humare saamne khade ho.jaaty hain, Tab Ye man muskurana chahta hhai...
Phir se un lamhon mei khud ko gharq kerne ko betab ho jaata hai...

Kuch Aise hote hain jinhe yad kiya nahi jaa sakta kyonki woh humari  yaadon mei humesha zinda hoty hain.. 

Aaj hum ek talimi shobe mei gaye the.. .meri bhanji ke admission ke silsiley mei..wahan jaa ker pata chala ke admission ki date extend ho chuki hai... Jab hum inquiry kar rahe the, Ek. Naujawan teacher ne hume ishaare se pucha ke kya hua.. Hum us ke nazdik gaye. us ne badi  hi narm mizaji se hume darfyat kiya ke, "kya baat hai ?" Hum ne saari baat batayi tab us naujawan ne hume dusre teacher ka number dete hue kaha ke,
"aap log is sir se baat kar ke jo bhi puchna h puch len kyonki mera field dusra hai." 
Woh naujawan chala gaya or hum usse dekhte reh gaye.wapasi per meri bhanji ne bhi wahi kaha jo mere zahen Mai chal raha tha,"aunty woh sir ne kitni nazakat se baat ki hum se." aur wo muskurane lagi. Tab mei ne baton ka silsila aage badhate hue kaha, 
"Aisa lag raha tha jaise baarish ki boondein paodhon par gir ker ek mithi awaz paida kar rahi hon." Hum dono saath mei khilkhila utthe. 

Is waqiye se mujhe school ki baatein yaad aa gayi. Hum Cummoo Jaafer School jo ki paiduni Mumbai mei mukim h jaate the... School ke bacche to hote hi hain shararati...umr bhi hoti hai aur mauqe bhi.... school mei bhi kaafi halle gulle hote hain ...jab bhi madam ko announcement karni hoti woh tamam talba ko khaamosh rehne ko kehti madan Shehnaz Phathan, Bahut hi narm mizaj or khush akhlaq thin.. Woh Mike per kehti bacchon chup ho jaao..per bacchon ka shor o gul yun hi qayam rehta...acchanak Mike se awaaz aati, "Assalamualekum .......Bacchon khamosh ho jaaiye." 
aur pura school sannatte mei gum ho jaata ..aur Phir principal saahiba kehtin,
" Shukhriya Salma madam ,Aap ki awaz mei jaado hai bacche aap ki awaaz sun kar khud bakhud khamosh ho jaate hain" Phir madam apna announcement jaari rakhti ...

Ye thin har dil aziz ,baccho ki pyari Mrs Salma Lokhandwala..jinhe sayed Kisi tareef ki zarurat hi nahi ...un ki awaz mei narmi ke saath saath apna pan or masumiyet mehsoos hoti thi woh school ki jaan thin, aur bacchon ki bhi....aaj bhi un ki yaad aati hai to dil khushi se jhoom uththa hai. 
Meri bhanji aur mei us nauzawan ki baaton ki mithas aur nazakat mehsoos kar ke muskura rahe the, Jaise hum school mei Salma miss ki baaton ko mehsoos kerte the...
Meri bhanji ka mijaz thoda sa na khushgawar jaisa raha hai ...usse apni hi padi hoti hai ...aise sakhsh ko hum ego person bhi kehty hain ..per us nauzawan ki baaton ne to usse bhi sochne per majboor ker diya ... us ne besakhta kaha tha ke, "us ki awaz mei kitni nazakat aur narmi hai."
Yaha n mera sochna yeh hai ke aap apni narm mizaji aur khulus se phatther bhi tod sakte ho ..Hum khud ko dusron ke hisab se nahi dhalte..per aap ki sirat aap ki kahi gayi baatein suluk se koi Aap ke saanche mei zaroor dhal sakta hai.

 Aaj humare samajh ki Ye halat hai ke hum kisi ko khud mei aane ka mauka hi nahi dete bus mai aur mai me lage hote hain.. kisi ki baat ko bardast Karna ab hume aata hi nahi...
Bus kadwe bolon se ek dusre ka dil dhukhate rehty hain...dilon ko baaton se todna bahut hi aasan hai.. Haan kuch mushkil hai to dilon mai pyar paida karna...kyon na hum ek aise samaj ki takhliq keren jo bahut hi mithi zaban bolta ho...usse kadwe bol bolne na aate hon.