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…