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Mangru ne tempo start kiya aur hum bus stand ki bheed se nikal kar dheere-dheere shehar ki sadkon ko peeche chhodne lage. Kuch hi der mein pakki sadak patli hone lagi aur dono taraf ke bade-bade makaan kam hote gaye. Unki jagah chhote ghar, mitti ki deewarein, kheton ki lambi hariyali aur door tak faile ped-paudhe nazar aane lage. Main khidki ke paas baitha chupchaap bahar dekh raha tha. Shehar mein pala-badha hone ki wajah se mere liye ye sab kuch bilkul naya tha. Itni khuli jagah maine shayad pehli baar dekhi thi. Shehar mein har taraf concrete ki deewarein, gaadiyon ka shor aur bheed hoti thi, lekin yahan hawa jaise khulkar chal rahi thi. Sadak ke dono taraf neem, peepal aur bargad ke bade-bade ped khade the, jin ki shaakhein sadak ke upar tak faili hui thi. Kahin aam ke pedon par ghane patte the, kahin kheton mein fasal hawa ke saath dheere-dheere hil rahi thi. Door kisi khet mein bail chal rahe the, kahin auratein sir par ghaas ka bojh liye ghar ki taraf ja rahi thi aur kuch bachche nange pair mitti wali galiyon mein daud rahe the. Mujhe sab kuch ajeeb bhi lag raha tha aur khoobsurat bhi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise main kisi doosri hi duniya mein aa gaya hoon.
Mangru mujhe ek-ek karke un gaonon ki taraf le ja raha tha jo “ब” se shuru hote the. Pehla gaon aaya to humne tempo ek chhoti si dukaan ke paas roka. Main neeche utara aur dukaan par baithe ek buzurg aadmi ko maa ka naam bataya .. Maine unhe naam pita( nana ) ka naam bataya aur jitna adhura pata mere paas tha, sab samjhane ki koshish ki. Buzurg ne kuch der socha, phir sir hila kar mana kar diya. Maine gaon ke andar jaakar doosre logon se poocha. Kisi ne kaha ki shayad unhone aisa naam kabhi nahi suna, kisi ne kisi doosre ghar ka pata bata diya. Main har baar umeed lekar kisi ke paas jaata aur har baar khaali haath laut aata. Pehle gaon ke baad doosra gaon, phir teesra. Har jagah main kisi na kisi se poochta kabhi chai ki dukaan par baithe logon se, kabhi khet se laut rahe buzurg se, kabhi gali mein khade kisi aadmi se. Main apni maa ka naam baar-baar bolta raha, jaise naam ko itni baar kehne se shayad koi achanak keh dega, “Haan, hum jaante hain unhe.”
Lekin aisa nahi hua. Dopahar tak hum teen gaon ghoom chuke the. Bhookh bhi lagne lagi thi. Ek chhoti si dukaan ke paas Mangru ne tempo rok diya. Hum dono ne wahan samose liye aur sadak ke kinare khade hokar khane lage. Garam samose se bhaap nikal rahi thi aur main chupchaap use kha raha tha. Mere dimaag mein bas maa ka naam chal raha tha. Har baar kisi anjaan chehre ko dekhkar ek pal ke liye lagta ki shayad ye insaan meri maa ke baare mein jaanta ho, lekin phir agle hi pal umeed toot jaati. Mangru kabhi-kabhi meri taraf dekhta, lekin shayad woh bhi samajh nahi paa raha tha ki main kis jazbe mein itni door tak aaya hoon.
Samose khane ke baad hum phir nikal pade. Chautha gaon bhi saamne aa gaya. Wahan bhi wahi silsila shuru hua. Main galiyon mein gaya, dukaanon par poocha, buzurgon se poocha, purane gharon ke baare mein poocha, lekin meri maa ka koi pata nahi mila. Kabhi koi aadmi doosre gaon ka naam bata deta, kabhi koi kehta ki shayad naam galat yaad hai. Main har jawab ko dhyaan se sunta, kyunki mere paas pakadne ke liye bas wahi chhoti-chhoti umeedein thi. Lekin din dhalne laga aur mere sawaalon ke paas ab bhi koi jawab nahi tha.
Shaam dheere-dheere zameen par utarne lagi thi. Suraj kheton ke peeche jhuk chuka tha aur aasman ka rang badalne laga tha. Din bhar ki roshni dheere-dheere kam ho rahi thi. Kachchi sadak par tempo ke pahiyon se mitti ud rahi thi aur Mangru ab pehle se bhi dheere tempo chala raha tha. Sadak mein jagah-jagah gaddhe the, isliye har kuch der mein tempo jhatka khaata aur hum dono sambhal jaate. Main thaka hua tha, lekin meri aankhen ab bhi bahar kisi aise ghar, kisi aise chehre ya kisi aise aadmi ko dhoondh rahi thi jo meri maa tak pahunchne ka raasta jaanta ho.
Aakhir Mangru ne tempo ki raftaar aur kam kar di aur meri taraf dekhkar bola, “Saheb, shaam ho gaya hai. Aaj hum chaar gaon ghoom chuke hain. Ab andhera hone wala hai. Kachchi sadak par raat mein chalna theek nahi rahega. Kal subah phir nikalenge, baaki ke gaon dhoondhenge.”
Main kuch der chup raha. Chaar gaon.
Poore chaar gaon.
Aur meri maa ka koi pata nahi.
Mere andar ek pal ke liye darr sa uthne laga. Agar baaki gaonon mein bhi maa ka pata nahi mila to? Agar woh yahan kabhi rahi hi na ho? Agar papa ne jo kuch bataya tha, usmein hi sachchai ho? Lekin phir maine apne andar se us darr ko daba diya. Itni door tak aaya tha, ab bina maa ko dhoondhe wapas kaise ja sakta tha? Maine khidki ke bahar dhalti hui shaam ko dekha aur dheere se kaha, “Theek hai Mangru… kal phir dhoondhenge.”
Tempo aage badhta raha. Andhera gehra hota ja raha tha, lekin mere andar maa ko dhoondhne ki zid abhi bhi utni hi zinda thi.
Main bhi thak chuka tha, isliye us raat shehar ke ek chhote se hotel mein rukne ka faisla kiya. Kamra bahut saadha tha..ek purana pankha, ek chhota sa bistar aur deewar par lagi halki peeli roshni. Main bistar par leta raha, lekin aankhon mein neend nahi thi. Mere dimaag mein baar-baar wahi sawaal ghoom raha tha agar maa in gaon mein bhi nahi hain, to phir kahan hain?
Subah kareeb aath baje Mangru hotel ke bahar aa gaya. Maine apna bag uthaya aur uske tempo mein jaakar baith gaya. Usne bina kuch pooche tempo start kar diya. Shayad woh samajh gaya tha ki mujhe tasalli ke lafzon ki nahi, bas talaash jaari rakhne ki zaroorat hai. Hum baaki bache hue gaonon ki taraf nikal pade...
Hum ek-ek karke un chaaron gaon ki taraf nikal pade jinke naam “ब” se shuru hote the. Pehla gaon aaya to main tempo se utar gaya aur bina waqt gawaaye gaon ki galiyon mein chal pada. Kachchi mitti ki galiyan, dono taraf chhote-chhote ghar, darwazon ke bahar charpai par baithe buzurg, galiyon mein khelte bachche aur apne kaam mein lage log..main har kisi ke paas jaakar ek hi sawaal pooch raha tha. Kabhi kisi buzurg ko maa ka naam batata, kabhi kisi ko nana ka naam batata , kabhi kisi dukandaar ko apna adhura pata dikhata. “Bhaiya, Rajni naam ki koi aurat yahan rehti thi? Pita ka naam Mahesh Kumar tha… shayad bahut saal pehle?” Lekin har jagah se ek hi jawab milta, “Nahi bhaiya, aisa koi naam yaad nahi aa raha.” Kabhi koi kehta, “Rajni naam ki to hain, lekin unke pita ka naam ye nahi hai.” Kabhi koi mere bataye pita ke naam par sir hila deta, “Mahesh Kumar naam ke to kai log hain, par Rajni unki beti hai, aisa yaad nahi.” Main har jawab ko dhyaan se sunta aur phir agle ghar ki taraf badh jaata. Mujhe lagta tha shayad agla aadmi meri maa ko jaanta ho, shayad agla ghar woh ghar ho jahan se mujhe apni maa tak pahunchne ka raasta mil jaaye.
Doosre gaon mein bhi maine yahi kiya. Gali-gali ghooma, budhon se poocha, bachchon se poocha, dukaan par baithe jawaan ladkon se poocha, kheton se laut rahe aadmiyon se poocha. Kisi ko maa ka naam batata to pita ka naam match nahi hota, pita ka naam batata to maa ka naam kisi aur ka nikalta. Ek buzurg ne to kaafi der tak meri baat sunkar apni yaadasht par zor diya aur phir kaha, “Beta, tum jis Rajni ko dhoondh rahe ho, ho sakta hai woh kabhi yahan rahi ho, lekin itne saalon mein bahut log aaye-gaye hain. Humein yaad nahi.” Unki baat sunkar mere andar ki umeed ek pal ko jali, lekin phir wahi andhera laut aaya. Main unka shukriya karke aage badh gaya.
Teesre gaon mein bhi kuch alag nahi hua. Main ek chhoti si dukaan ke bahar rukkar dukandaar se poochta, phir kisi charpai par baithe buzurg ke paas jaata. Ek jagah ek buzurg aurat ne meri baat suni aur mujhe kuch der tak gaur se dekhti rahi. Mere dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Mujhe laga shayad unhe meri maa yaad aa gayi ho. Lekin unhone bhi dheere se sir hila diya, “Nahi beta, is naam se koi yaad nahi aa raha.” Main kuch pal wahi khada raha, phir chupchaap wapas aa gaya. Chauthe gaon tak pahunchte-pahunchte mere pair thak chuke the, kapdon par mitti lag gayi thi aur dhoop bhi tez ho chuki thi, lekin main ruk nahi raha tha. Main har gali mein jaata, har chehre ko dekhta aur har baar apni maa ka naam leta. Lekin har jagah se wahi jawab milta “Nahi bhaiya, is naam ki koi aurat nahi jaante.” Kabhi nana ka naam kisi ka hota to maa ka naam match nahi karta, kabhi maa ka naam milta to pita ka naam alag hota. Mere paas jo chhoti si jaankari thi, woh har baar kisi na kisi jagah jaakar toot jaati.
Chaaron gaon ghoomne ke baad main wapas Mangru ke tempo ke paas aakar chupchaap baith gaya. Itne logon se poochhne ke baad bhi meri maa ka ek bhi nishaan nahi mila tha. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki main galat jagah dhoondh raha hoon ya meri maa ki zindagi hi itni door chali gayi hai ki uska koi nishaan peeche nahi bacha. Main khidki ke bahar dekhte hue chup baitha raha. ...
Aakhri gaon se bahar nikalte waqt main kuch der tak chup raha. Tempo ke pahiyon ki awaaz ke alawa kuch sunai nahi de raha tha. Maine khidki ke bahar dekha. Kheton ke paar dhoop phaili hui thi, lekin mere andar jaise andhera bhar gaya tha. Maine apni aankhon ko jhukaya to pata nahi kab ek aansu aankh ke kone se nikal kar gaal tak aa gaya. Maine turant use haath se poch liya, lekin shayad Mangru ne dekh liya tha.
Usne tempo dheema kar diya aur meri taraf dekhkar bola, “Bhai… ek baat poochun?”
Main chup raha.
Mangru ne phir kaha, “Tu itni door shehar se aaya hai. Do din se mere saath gaon-gaon ghoom raha hai. Na tujhe jagah ki pehchaan hai, na kisi aadmi ka naam pata hai. Bas ek naam aur aadha-sa pata lekar kisi ko dhoondh raha hai. Aakhir kaun hai woh?”
Main kuch der tak saamne dekhta raha. Mere paas jawab tha, lekin use lafzon mein kehna mushkil lag raha tha.
Maine dheere se kaha, “Hai… ek insaan meri zindagi mein.”
Mangru ne poocha, “Koi apna?”
Maine halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Pata nahi… apna hai ya nahi.”
Woh meri taraf dekhne laga.
Maine dheere se kaha, “Bas usse kuch jawab maangne hain. Bahut saalon se kuch sawaal mere andar pade hain. Socha tha saamne jaakar poochunga… kyun chhod diya mujhe, kyun kabhi lene nahi aayi… aur agar main itna bura tha, to ek baar palat kar dekha kyun nahi.”
Meri awaaz dheemi pad gayi.
“Woh meri maa hai.”
Mangru kuch pal ke liye bilkul chup ho gaya. Usne sadak par nazar jama di aur tempo chalata raha. Phir dheere se bola, “Maa…”
Us ek shabd ke baad jaise uske paas bhi kehne ko kuch nahi tha.
Kuch der baad usne kaha, “Bhai, main zyada padha-likha nahi hoon. Itni badi-badi baatein bhi nahi jaanta. Lekin ek baat jaanta hoon… jis aadmi ke dil mein kisi ke liye itne sawaal hote hain na, uske dil mein nafrat se zyada umeed hoti hai.”
Main chupchaap uski baat sunta raha.
Mangru ne meri taraf dekhe bina kaha, “Tu unhe sirf jawab ke liye nahi dhoondh raha. Tu dekhna chahta hai ki jo kahani tune saalon se suni hai… woh sach hai bhi ya nahi.”
Meri aankhon mein phir se aansu bhar aaye. Maine khidki ke bahar dekhte hue bas itna kaha, “Shayad.”
Mangru ne halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha, “To phir jab tak jawab nahi milta, dhoondhte rahenge. Paisa apni jagah hai saheb, lekin ab mujhe bhi dekhna hai ki teri kahani ka aakhir hota kya hai.”
Uski baat sunkar mere honton par bahut dino baad ek chhoti si muskurahat aayi.
Shaam ke kareeb 4 baj rahe the. Hum dono ek sunsaan si sadak ke kinare ruk gaye. Mangru ne tempo ke peeche rakha apna kapda khola aur usmein se kuch roti aur achar nikala.
“Ghar se laaya tha,” usne kaha, “socha tha akele khaunga. Ab tu bhi kha le.”
Maine mana karna chaha, “Nahi, tum kha lo.”
Woh hans pada, “Arre bhai, roti chaar hai aur aadmi do. Ginti mujhe bhi aati hai.”
Main chupchaap uske paas baith gaya. Hum dono sadak ke kinare baithkar roti aur achar khane lage. Itne bade safar mein pehli baar mujhe laga ki main bilkul akela nahi hoon. Mangru mere liye anjaan tha, lekin us waqt uski laayi hui woh saadi si roti mujhe kisi apne ke haath ke khane jaisi lag rahi thi..
Hum dono sadak ke kinare baithkar roti aur achar kha rahe the. Kuch der tak hum dono ke beech koi baat nahi hui. Main chupchaap roti ka tukda todkar achar mein laga raha tha. Pata nahi kyun, achanak mere dimaag mein ek sawaal aaya. Maine khate-khate Mangru se poocha, “Is jile mein kitne gaon hain?”
Mera sawaal sunte hi Mangru ka haath ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne thoda hairaan hokar meri taraf dekha, jaise usne mere is sawaal ki bilkul ummeed nahi ki thi. Phir roti ka niwala chabate hue bola, “Honge kuch 150 ke aas-paas gaon… tujhe kya karna hai?”
Main kuch nahi bola. Bas chupchaap uski taraf dekhta raha. Mangru ne meri khamoshi dekhi to thodi der baad achanak bola, “Ek minute… tu ye to nahi keh raha hai ki tu poore jile ke gaon ghoomega?”
Is baar main uski taraf dekhkar halka sa muskuraya. Maine kuch kaha nahi, lekin shayad meri us muskurahat mein hi mera jawab chhupa hua tha. Mangru mujhe kuch pal tak dekhta raha aur phir samajh gaya ki main sach mein wahi soch raha hoon.
Usne hairani se kaha, “Bhai… tu pagal hai!”
Main uski baat sunkar bhi muskurata raha. Phir dheere se bola, “Ho sakta hai.”
Meri awaaz mein mazaak nahi tha. Main kuch der chup raha aur phir Mangru ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Ye aakhiri chance mila hai mujhe. Zindagi ne mujhe ek mauka diya hai. Aaj agar main yahan se chala gaya na, to shayad main kabhi maa se nahi mil paaunga. Unse kabhi apne sawaalon ke jawab nahi maang paaunga.”
Mangru bina kuch bole mujhe dekhta raha. Main saamne sadak ki taraf dekhte hue bolta raha, “Bahut saalon se mere andar kuch sawaal hain. Main bas ye jaana chahta hoon ki maa ne mujhe kyun chhoda tha. Kyun kabhi mujhe lene nahi aayi. Aur agar main unhe pasand nahi tha, to ek baar palatkar meri taraf dekha kyun nahi? Ab jab mujhe unhe dhoondhne ka mauka mila hai, to main bina sach jaane wapas kaise chala jaun?”
Mangru kuch der tak meri baat sunta raha. Phir usne dheere se kaha, “Magar bhai, ismein bahut din lagenge. Shayad mahina bhi lag sakta hai. Poore jile ke gaon ghoomna koi chhoti baat nahi hai.”
Main ab bhi muskura raha tha. Maine seedha uski taraf dekhkar kaha, “Ab time lage to lage. Mangru, bina pata lagaye main nahi jaunga. Isse tu pagalpan samajh ya bewakoofi… jo samajhna hai samajh. Lekin main maa ko dhoondhe bina wapas nahi jaunga...kuch bhi to pata chalega unke bare mai "
Mangru ne meri taraf dekha aur kuch pal tak kuch nahi bola. Phir usne bas itna kaha, “Woh teri marzi hai. Tu kahan se aaya hai? Baaton se to bade shehar ka lagta hai.”
Maine jawab diya, “Delhi se.”
“Wahan tera koi nahi hai?” Mangru ne poocha.
Uske sawaal par mere chehre ki muskurahat ek pal mein gayab ho gayi. Maine nazrein neeche kar li aur dheere se kaha, “Hai… bas papa hain. Woh bhi apni doosri shaadi mein busy hain. Apni biwi mein, apne ghar mein… samajh lo, mera koi nahi hai.”
Meri baat sunkar Mangru kuch der chup raha. Usne mujhe dekha, lekin is baar mujhse koi sawaal nahi kiya. Shayad woh samajh gaya tha ki kuch baatein poochne se zyada mehsoos ki jaati hain.
Thodi der baad Mangru ne kaha, “Theek hai, main tere lafde mein nahi padunga.”
Uski baat sunkar main uski taraf dekhne laga. Mangru halka sa muskuraya aur bola, “Tu jo karna chahta hai kar. Teri marzi. Main bas tempo chalaunga.”
Hum dono ka khana khatam ho chuka tha. Humne paas hi lage ek nal ke neeche jaakar apne haath dhoye. Shaam hone wali thi. Suraj dheere-dheere neeche ja raha tha aur kheton ke upar halki sunahri roshni phail rahi thi.
Haath dhone ke baad main kuch der chupchaap khada raha. Phir maine Mangru ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Mangru, mujhe hotel chhod de.”
Mangru ne meri taraf dekha. Main apni jeb se paise nikaalte hue bola, “Aur apna hisaab bata… kitna hua ab tak tera dihaadi ka?”
Mangru ne paise ki taraf dekha aur phir meri taraf. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Bas tempo ki taraf badhte hue bola, “Pehle hotel chhod deta hoon. Hisaab raaste mein kar lenge.”
Maine paise wapas apni jeb mein rakh liye aur uske peeche tempo ki taraf chal pada.
Shaam hone lagi thi Lekin mere andar ek ajeeb sa faisla ab bilkul saaf tha chahe jitna waqt lage, chahe kitne bhi gaon kyun na ghoomne padein, main apni maa ko dhoondhe bina wapas nahi jaunga..unke aur unke pariwar ke bare mai pata lagaye Bina wapas nahi Jane wala ...
Mangru tempo chala raha tha aur main piche wali seat par chupchaap baitha tha. Shaam ki thandi hawa mere chehre se takra rahi thi. Din bhar ki thakaan ke baad bhi meri aankhon mein neend nahi thi. Main bas sadak ko dekhe ja raha tha aur andar hi andar khud se ek sawaal kar raha tha kya maine sahi faisla kiya hai?
Ek taraf mera dimaag keh raha tha, “Ravi, wapas chala ja. Yahan kuch nahi rakha hai. Na tujhe pata hai maa kahan hain, na ye pata hai ki woh tujhe milengi bhi ya nahi. Kitne din tak aise hi bhatakta rahega?”
Lekin doosri taraf mere andar kahin chhupa hua woh nanha sa bachcha tha, jo shayad aaj bhi apni maa ki god ko yaad karta tha. Woh bachcha bas ek hi baat keh raha tha “Ek baar maa ko dekh le… bas ek baar. Phir jo hoga dekha jayega.”
Main apne hi sawaalon mein uljha raha. Mangru bhi shayad samajh raha tha ki main kuch soch raha hoon, isliye poore raaste hum dono ke beech koi baat nahi hui. Tempo ki awaaz aur shaam ki hawa hi hum dono ke beech ka saath bani rahi.
Kuch der ke safar ke baad Mangru ne shehar ke usi chhote se hotel ke saamne tempo rok diya. Hotel bahut bada nahi tha, bas kisi tarah kaam chala raha tha. Main tempo se neeche utara aur apna bag kandhe par rakh liya. Mangru ne bhi tempo band kiya aur neeche utar aaya.
Maine apni jeb se purse nikaalte hue kaha, “Haan Mangru, bata… kitna hua tera dihaadi ka?”
Mangru ne seedhe-seedhe jawab diya, “1500.”
Maine purse khola, 1500 rupaye gine aur uski taraf badha diye. Mangru ne apna haath aage badhaya aur paise le liye.
Pata nahi kyun, us waqt mujhe laga jaise main sirf uski dihaadi nahi de raha tha. In do dinon mein us aadmi ne jo mere liye kiya tha, uska hisaab shayad paison se kabhi nahi ho sakta tha.
Maine uske kandhe par haath rakha aur halka sa muskura kar kaha, “Kal aa jana… isi time par. Ab se ek mahine ke liye tera tempo aur tu… dono mere hue.”
Itna kehkar main hans pada.
Mangru bhi muskura diya.
Main apna bag kandhe par daalkar hotel ki taraf mudne laga. Lekin abhi main kuch hi kadam aage gaya tha ki peeche se Mangru ki awaaz aayi,
“Sun bhai!”
Main ruk gaya aur peeche mudkar dekha. Haath ke ishare se poocha, “Bol… kya hua?”
Mangru mere paas aaya aur bola, “Tu ek mahina yahan is gande se hotel mein rahega?”
Maine hotel ki taraf dekha aur hanskar kaha, “Ganda kahan hai? Theek-thaak to hai.”
Mangru bhi hans pada.
“Achha, theek-thaak hai… lekin khana bahut bekaar hai yahan ka.”
Uski baat sunkar main bhi hansne laga.
Phir Mangru ne thoda rukkar kaha, “Main kuch aur keh raha tha. Tu mere saath mere gaon chal. Mere ghar par reh lena. Wahan tujhe na rehne ki dikkat hogi, na khane ki.”
Uski baat sunkar main ekdum chup ho gaya.
Maine use gaur se dekha.
Kal hi to mulaqat hui thi humari. Ek anjaan aadmi tha. Bas tempo wala. Aur aaj woh mujhe apne ghar le jaane ki baat kar raha tha.
Mere dimaag mein ek pal ke liye sawaal aaya " ye aise kaise?
Shayad Mangru ne meri aankhon mein woh sawaal padh liya tha. Usne kaha, “Dekh bhai, main isiliye keh raha hoon kyunki tu mujhe bhala aadmi laga. Apni maa ke liye itni door se aaya hai. Din bhar gaon-gaon ghoomta hai. Kahin hotel ke kharab khane se beemar pad gaya to?”
Uski baat sunkar main kuch nahi bol paya...Mujhe andar se bahut ajeeb sa achha laga...Itne bade shehar se itni door, jahan mera apna kehne wala koi nahi tha, wahan ek anjaan aadmi meri fikr kar raha tha.
Maine dheere se kaha, “Mangru, main kaise tere ghar ja sakta hoon? Tere ghar wale bhi to hain. Woh kya kahenge?”
Mangru ne bilkul aasani se jawab diya, “Mere ghar mein meri maa hai aur do bahne hain. Bas hum hi log hain.”
“Maa tujhe kuch nahi bolegi?” maine poocha.
Mangru turant bola, “Nahi-nahi bhai. Meri maa bahut achhi hai.”
Uski baat sunkar main chup ho gaya.
Mere dimaag mein bas ek hi baat aayi
Kitna lucky hai Mangru… iske paas maa hai.
Ek uski maa…
Aur ek meri maa...Ek maa jo uske ghar mein uska intezaar karti hogi….Aur ek maa, jise main itne saalon se sirf ek naam aur aadhe pate ke sahare dhoondh raha tha.
Maine apni nazrein neeche kar li aur dheere se kaha, “Nahi Mangru… tujhe faltu mein dikkat hogi. Chhod, tu ja. Main apna dekh lunga.”
Mangru ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas mere paas aakar mere kandhe par haath rakha.
“Dekh… sharma mat. Chal mere saath. Mujhe apna dost samajh.”
Uske muh se nikla hua woh ek shabd
dost seedha mere dil mein utar gaya.
Mera dil jaise bhar aaya...Aaj tak mera koi sachcha dost nahi bana tha..Hostel mein jinhe main dost samajhta raha, unmein se zyada tar apne matlab ke liye mere paas aate the. Kisi ko paise chahiye hote the, kisi ko notes, kisi ko koi kaam.
Lekin kisi ne kabhi mere kandhe par haath rakhkar ye nahi kaha tha.
“Mujhe apna dost samajh.”
Meri aankhon mein nami aa gayi, lekin maine use Mangru se chhupane ki koshish ki.
Maine halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Chal theek hai… main chalunga. Itni zid kar raha hai to.”
Mangru ke chehre par khushi aa gayi.
Lekin maine turant kaha, “Magar meri ek shart hai.”
Mangru ne poocha, “Kya?”
Maine kaha, “Main free mein nahi rahunga. Tujhe mujhse paise lene padenge. Khane ke, rehne ke… aur tempo ki dihaadi ke bhi.”
Mangru kuch der tak mujhe dekhta raha. Phir jaise usne socha ki is shehri ladke se behas karna bekaar hai.
Aakhir mein woh muskurakar bola, “Theek hai, sahri babu… de dena paisa. Ab chal.”
Main bhi hans pada.
Pata nahi kitne dino baad main kisi ke saath is tarah hasa tha.
Aur shayad Mangru bhi.
Hum dono kuch der tak bas yunhi muskurate rahe.
Phir maine kaha, “Ruk, main trolley aur baaki samaan le aata hoon.”
Main hotel ke andar gaya, hotel walon ka hisaab chukaya aur apna samaan lekar bahar aa gaya. Mangru ne bina kuch kahe mera samaan uthaya aur apni tempo mein rakh diya.
Main uske paas aakar khada hua aur poocha, “Achha Mangru… tumhare gaon ka naam kya hai?”
Mangru ne tempo ki taraf dekhte hue halka sa muskuraya aur kaha
“Gaon ka naam hai…नवाबपुरा "..
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Dosto kahani ki shuruwat नवाबपुरा se hogi ..aaplog ka pyaar chahiye..wada karta hu bahot maza ayega aaplog ko bas bane rahna
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Mangru ne tempo start kiya aur hum bus stand ki bheed se nikal kar dheere-dheere shehar ki sadkon ko peeche chhodne lage. Kuch hi der mein pakki sadak patli hone lagi aur dono taraf ke bade-bade makaan kam hote gaye. Unki jagah chhote ghar, mitti ki deewarein, kheton ki lambi hariyali aur door tak faile ped-paudhe nazar aane lage. Main khidki ke paas baitha chupchaap bahar dekh raha tha. Shehar mein pala-badha hone ki wajah se mere liye ye sab kuch bilkul naya tha. Itni khuli jagah maine shayad pehli baar dekhi thi. Shehar mein har taraf concrete ki deewarein, gaadiyon ka shor aur bheed hoti thi, lekin yahan hawa jaise khulkar chal rahi thi. Sadak ke dono taraf neem, peepal aur bargad ke bade-bade ped khade the, jin ki shaakhein sadak ke upar tak faili hui thi. Kahin aam ke pedon par ghane patte the, kahin kheton mein fasal hawa ke saath dheere-dheere hil rahi thi. Door kisi khet mein bail chal rahe the, kahin auratein sir par ghaas ka bojh liye ghar ki taraf ja rahi thi aur kuch bachche nange pair mitti wali galiyon mein daud rahe the. Mujhe sab kuch ajeeb bhi lag raha tha aur khoobsurat bhi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise main kisi doosri hi duniya mein aa gaya hoon.
Mangru mujhe ek-ek karke un gaonon ki taraf le ja raha tha jo “ब” se shuru hote the. Pehla gaon aaya to humne tempo ek chhoti si dukaan ke paas roka. Main neeche utara aur dukaan par baithe ek buzurg aadmi ko maa ka naam bataya .. Maine unhe naam pita( nana ) ka naam bataya aur jitna adhura pata mere paas tha, sab samjhane ki koshish ki. Buzurg ne kuch der socha, phir sir hila kar mana kar diya. Maine gaon ke andar jaakar doosre logon se poocha. Kisi ne kaha ki shayad unhone aisa naam kabhi nahi suna, kisi ne kisi doosre ghar ka pata bata diya. Main har baar umeed lekar kisi ke paas jaata aur har baar khaali haath laut aata. Pehle gaon ke baad doosra gaon, phir teesra. Har jagah main kisi na kisi se poochta kabhi chai ki dukaan par baithe logon se, kabhi khet se laut rahe buzurg se, kabhi gali mein khade kisi aadmi se. Main apni maa ka naam baar-baar bolta raha, jaise naam ko itni baar kehne se shayad koi achanak keh dega, “Haan, hum jaante hain unhe.”
Lekin aisa nahi hua. Dopahar tak hum teen gaon ghoom chuke the. Bhookh bhi lagne lagi thi. Ek chhoti si dukaan ke paas Mangru ne tempo rok diya. Hum dono ne wahan samose liye aur sadak ke kinare khade hokar khane lage. Garam samose se bhaap nikal rahi thi aur main chupchaap use kha raha tha. Mere dimaag mein bas maa ka naam chal raha tha. Har baar kisi anjaan chehre ko dekhkar ek pal ke liye lagta ki shayad ye insaan meri maa ke baare mein jaanta ho, lekin phir agle hi pal umeed toot jaati. Mangru kabhi-kabhi meri taraf dekhta, lekin shayad woh bhi samajh nahi paa raha tha ki main kis jazbe mein itni door tak aaya hoon.
Samose khane ke baad hum phir nikal pade. Chautha gaon bhi saamne aa gaya. Wahan bhi wahi silsila shuru hua. Main galiyon mein gaya, dukaanon par poocha, buzurgon se poocha, purane gharon ke baare mein poocha, lekin meri maa ka koi pata nahi mila. Kabhi koi aadmi doosre gaon ka naam bata deta, kabhi koi kehta ki shayad naam galat yaad hai. Main har jawab ko dhyaan se sunta, kyunki mere paas pakadne ke liye bas wahi chhoti-chhoti umeedein thi. Lekin din dhalne laga aur mere sawaalon ke paas ab bhi koi jawab nahi tha.
Shaam dheere-dheere zameen par utarne lagi thi. Suraj kheton ke peeche jhuk chuka tha aur aasman ka rang badalne laga tha. Din bhar ki roshni dheere-dheere kam ho rahi thi. Kachchi sadak par tempo ke pahiyon se mitti ud rahi thi aur Mangru ab pehle se bhi dheere tempo chala raha tha. Sadak mein jagah-jagah gaddhe the, isliye har kuch der mein tempo jhatka khaata aur hum dono sambhal jaate. Main thaka hua tha, lekin meri aankhen ab bhi bahar kisi aise ghar, kisi aise chehre ya kisi aise aadmi ko dhoondh rahi thi jo meri maa tak pahunchne ka raasta jaanta ho.
Aakhir Mangru ne tempo ki raftaar aur kam kar di aur meri taraf dekhkar bola, “Saheb, shaam ho gaya hai. Aaj hum chaar gaon ghoom chuke hain. Ab andhera hone wala hai. Kachchi sadak par raat mein chalna theek nahi rahega. Kal subah phir nikalenge, baaki ke gaon dhoondhenge.”
Main kuch der chup raha. Chaar gaon.
Poore chaar gaon.
Aur meri maa ka koi pata nahi.
Mere andar ek pal ke liye darr sa uthne laga. Agar baaki gaonon mein bhi maa ka pata nahi mila to? Agar woh yahan kabhi rahi hi na ho? Agar papa ne jo kuch bataya tha, usmein hi sachchai ho? Lekin phir maine apne andar se us darr ko daba diya. Itni door tak aaya tha, ab bina maa ko dhoondhe wapas kaise ja sakta tha? Maine khidki ke bahar dhalti hui shaam ko dekha aur dheere se kaha, “Theek hai Mangru… kal phir dhoondhenge.”
Tempo aage badhta raha. Andhera gehra hota ja raha tha, lekin mere andar maa ko dhoondhne ki zid abhi bhi utni hi zinda thi.
Main bhi thak chuka tha, isliye us raat shehar ke ek chhote se hotel mein rukne ka faisla kiya. Kamra bahut saadha tha..ek purana pankha, ek chhota sa bistar aur deewar par lagi halki peeli roshni. Main bistar par leta raha, lekin aankhon mein neend nahi thi. Mere dimaag mein baar-baar wahi sawaal ghoom raha tha agar maa in gaon mein bhi nahi hain, to phir kahan hain?
Subah kareeb aath baje Mangru hotel ke bahar aa gaya. Maine apna bag uthaya aur uske tempo mein jaakar baith gaya. Usne bina kuch pooche tempo start kar diya. Shayad woh samajh gaya tha ki mujhe tasalli ke lafzon ki nahi, bas talaash jaari rakhne ki zaroorat hai. Hum baaki bache hue gaonon ki taraf nikal pade...
Hum ek-ek karke un chaaron gaon ki taraf nikal pade jinke naam “ब” se shuru hote the. Pehla gaon aaya to main tempo se utar gaya aur bina waqt gawaaye gaon ki galiyon mein chal pada. Kachchi mitti ki galiyan, dono taraf chhote-chhote ghar, darwazon ke bahar charpai par baithe buzurg, galiyon mein khelte bachche aur apne kaam mein lage log..main har kisi ke paas jaakar ek hi sawaal pooch raha tha. Kabhi kisi buzurg ko maa ka naam batata, kabhi kisi ko nana ka naam batata , kabhi kisi dukandaar ko apna adhura pata dikhata. “Bhaiya, Rajni naam ki koi aurat yahan rehti thi? Pita ka naam Mahesh Kumar tha… shayad bahut saal pehle?” Lekin har jagah se ek hi jawab milta, “Nahi bhaiya, aisa koi naam yaad nahi aa raha.” Kabhi koi kehta, “Rajni naam ki to hain, lekin unke pita ka naam ye nahi hai.” Kabhi koi mere bataye pita ke naam par sir hila deta, “Mahesh Kumar naam ke to kai log hain, par Rajni unki beti hai, aisa yaad nahi.” Main har jawab ko dhyaan se sunta aur phir agle ghar ki taraf badh jaata. Mujhe lagta tha shayad agla aadmi meri maa ko jaanta ho, shayad agla ghar woh ghar ho jahan se mujhe apni maa tak pahunchne ka raasta mil jaaye.
Doosre gaon mein bhi maine yahi kiya. Gali-gali ghooma, budhon se poocha, bachchon se poocha, dukaan par baithe jawaan ladkon se poocha, kheton se laut rahe aadmiyon se poocha. Kisi ko maa ka naam batata to pita ka naam match nahi hota, pita ka naam batata to maa ka naam kisi aur ka nikalta. Ek buzurg ne to kaafi der tak meri baat sunkar apni yaadasht par zor diya aur phir kaha, “Beta, tum jis Rajni ko dhoondh rahe ho, ho sakta hai woh kabhi yahan rahi ho, lekin itne saalon mein bahut log aaye-gaye hain. Humein yaad nahi.” Unki baat sunkar mere andar ki umeed ek pal ko jali, lekin phir wahi andhera laut aaya. Main unka shukriya karke aage badh gaya.
Teesre gaon mein bhi kuch alag nahi hua. Main ek chhoti si dukaan ke bahar rukkar dukandaar se poochta, phir kisi charpai par baithe buzurg ke paas jaata. Ek jagah ek buzurg aurat ne meri baat suni aur mujhe kuch der tak gaur se dekhti rahi. Mere dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Mujhe laga shayad unhe meri maa yaad aa gayi ho. Lekin unhone bhi dheere se sir hila diya, “Nahi beta, is naam se koi yaad nahi aa raha.” Main kuch pal wahi khada raha, phir chupchaap wapas aa gaya. Chauthe gaon tak pahunchte-pahunchte mere pair thak chuke the, kapdon par mitti lag gayi thi aur dhoop bhi tez ho chuki thi, lekin main ruk nahi raha tha. Main har gali mein jaata, har chehre ko dekhta aur har baar apni maa ka naam leta. Lekin har jagah se wahi jawab milta “Nahi bhaiya, is naam ki koi aurat nahi jaante.” Kabhi nana ka naam kisi ka hota to maa ka naam match nahi karta, kabhi maa ka naam milta to pita ka naam alag hota. Mere paas jo chhoti si jaankari thi, woh har baar kisi na kisi jagah jaakar toot jaati.
Chaaron gaon ghoomne ke baad main wapas Mangru ke tempo ke paas aakar chupchaap baith gaya. Itne logon se poochhne ke baad bhi meri maa ka ek bhi nishaan nahi mila tha. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki main galat jagah dhoondh raha hoon ya meri maa ki zindagi hi itni door chali gayi hai ki uska koi nishaan peeche nahi bacha. Main khidki ke bahar dekhte hue chup baitha raha. ...
Aakhri gaon se bahar nikalte waqt main kuch der tak chup raha. Tempo ke pahiyon ki awaaz ke alawa kuch sunai nahi de raha tha. Maine khidki ke bahar dekha. Kheton ke paar dhoop phaili hui thi, lekin mere andar jaise andhera bhar gaya tha. Maine apni aankhon ko jhukaya to pata nahi kab ek aansu aankh ke kone se nikal kar gaal tak aa gaya. Maine turant use haath se poch liya, lekin shayad Mangru ne dekh liya tha.
Usne tempo dheema kar diya aur meri taraf dekhkar bola, “Bhai… ek baat poochun?”
Main chup raha.
Mangru ne phir kaha, “Tu itni door shehar se aaya hai. Do din se mere saath gaon-gaon ghoom raha hai. Na tujhe jagah ki pehchaan hai, na kisi aadmi ka naam pata hai. Bas ek naam aur aadha-sa pata lekar kisi ko dhoondh raha hai. Aakhir kaun hai woh?”
Main kuch der tak saamne dekhta raha. Mere paas jawab tha, lekin use lafzon mein kehna mushkil lag raha tha.
Maine dheere se kaha, “Hai… ek insaan meri zindagi mein.”
Mangru ne poocha, “Koi apna?”
Maine halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Pata nahi… apna hai ya nahi.”
Woh meri taraf dekhne laga.
Maine dheere se kaha, “Bas usse kuch jawab maangne hain. Bahut saalon se kuch sawaal mere andar pade hain. Socha tha saamne jaakar poochunga… kyun chhod diya mujhe, kyun kabhi lene nahi aayi… aur agar main itna bura tha, to ek baar palat kar dekha kyun nahi.”
Meri awaaz dheemi pad gayi.
“Woh meri maa hai.”
Mangru kuch pal ke liye bilkul chup ho gaya. Usne sadak par nazar jama di aur tempo chalata raha. Phir dheere se bola, “Maa…”
Us ek shabd ke baad jaise uske paas bhi kehne ko kuch nahi tha.
Kuch der baad usne kaha, “Bhai, main zyada padha-likha nahi hoon. Itni badi-badi baatein bhi nahi jaanta. Lekin ek baat jaanta hoon… jis aadmi ke dil mein kisi ke liye itne sawaal hote hain na, uske dil mein nafrat se zyada umeed hoti hai.”
Main chupchaap uski baat sunta raha.
Mangru ne meri taraf dekhe bina kaha, “Tu unhe sirf jawab ke liye nahi dhoondh raha. Tu dekhna chahta hai ki jo kahani tune saalon se suni hai… woh sach hai bhi ya nahi.”
Meri aankhon mein phir se aansu bhar aaye. Maine khidki ke bahar dekhte hue bas itna kaha, “Shayad.”
Mangru ne halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha, “To phir jab tak jawab nahi milta, dhoondhte rahenge. Paisa apni jagah hai saheb, lekin ab mujhe bhi dekhna hai ki teri kahani ka aakhir hota kya hai.”
Uski baat sunkar mere honton par bahut dino baad ek chhoti si muskurahat aayi.
Shaam ke kareeb 4 baj rahe the. Hum dono ek sunsaan si sadak ke kinare ruk gaye. Mangru ne tempo ke peeche rakha apna kapda khola aur usmein se kuch roti aur achar nikala.
“Ghar se laaya tha,” usne kaha, “socha tha akele khaunga. Ab tu bhi kha le.”
Maine mana karna chaha, “Nahi, tum kha lo.”
Woh hans pada, “Arre bhai, roti chaar hai aur aadmi do. Ginti mujhe bhi aati hai.”
Main chupchaap uske paas baith gaya. Hum dono sadak ke kinare baithkar roti aur achar khane lage. Itne bade safar mein pehli baar mujhe laga ki main bilkul akela nahi hoon. Mangru mere liye anjaan tha, lekin us waqt uski laayi hui woh saadi si roti mujhe kisi apne ke haath ke khane jaisi lag rahi thi..
Hum dono sadak ke kinare baithkar roti aur achar kha rahe the. Kuch der tak hum dono ke beech koi baat nahi hui. Main chupchaap roti ka tukda todkar achar mein laga raha tha. Pata nahi kyun, achanak mere dimaag mein ek sawaal aaya. Maine khate-khate Mangru se poocha, “Is jile mein kitne gaon hain?”
Mera sawaal sunte hi Mangru ka haath ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne thoda hairaan hokar meri taraf dekha, jaise usne mere is sawaal ki bilkul ummeed nahi ki thi. Phir roti ka niwala chabate hue bola, “Honge kuch 150 ke aas-paas gaon… tujhe kya karna hai?”
Main kuch nahi bola. Bas chupchaap uski taraf dekhta raha. Mangru ne meri khamoshi dekhi to thodi der baad achanak bola, “Ek minute… tu ye to nahi keh raha hai ki tu poore jile ke gaon ghoomega?”
Is baar main uski taraf dekhkar halka sa muskuraya. Maine kuch kaha nahi, lekin shayad meri us muskurahat mein hi mera jawab chhupa hua tha. Mangru mujhe kuch pal tak dekhta raha aur phir samajh gaya ki main sach mein wahi soch raha hoon.
Usne hairani se kaha, “Bhai… tu pagal hai!”
Main uski baat sunkar bhi muskurata raha. Phir dheere se bola, “Ho sakta hai.”
Meri awaaz mein mazaak nahi tha. Main kuch der chup raha aur phir Mangru ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Ye aakhiri chance mila hai mujhe. Zindagi ne mujhe ek mauka diya hai. Aaj agar main yahan se chala gaya na, to shayad main kabhi maa se nahi mil paaunga. Unse kabhi apne sawaalon ke jawab nahi maang paaunga.”
Mangru bina kuch bole mujhe dekhta raha. Main saamne sadak ki taraf dekhte hue bolta raha, “Bahut saalon se mere andar kuch sawaal hain. Main bas ye jaana chahta hoon ki maa ne mujhe kyun chhoda tha. Kyun kabhi mujhe lene nahi aayi. Aur agar main unhe pasand nahi tha, to ek baar palatkar meri taraf dekha kyun nahi? Ab jab mujhe unhe dhoondhne ka mauka mila hai, to main bina sach jaane wapas kaise chala jaun?”
Mangru kuch der tak meri baat sunta raha. Phir usne dheere se kaha, “Magar bhai, ismein bahut din lagenge. Shayad mahina bhi lag sakta hai. Poore jile ke gaon ghoomna koi chhoti baat nahi hai.”
Main ab bhi muskura raha tha. Maine seedha uski taraf dekhkar kaha, “Ab time lage to lage. Mangru, bina pata lagaye main nahi jaunga. Isse tu pagalpan samajh ya bewakoofi… jo samajhna hai samajh. Lekin main maa ko dhoondhe bina wapas nahi jaunga...kuch bhi to pata chalega unke bare mai "
Mangru ne meri taraf dekha aur kuch pal tak kuch nahi bola. Phir usne bas itna kaha, “Woh teri marzi hai. Tu kahan se aaya hai? Baaton se to bade shehar ka lagta hai.”
Maine jawab diya, “Delhi se.”
“Wahan tera koi nahi hai?” Mangru ne poocha.
Uske sawaal par mere chehre ki muskurahat ek pal mein gayab ho gayi. Maine nazrein neeche kar li aur dheere se kaha, “Hai… bas papa hain. Woh bhi apni doosri shaadi mein busy hain. Apni biwi mein, apne ghar mein… samajh lo, mera koi nahi hai.”
Meri baat sunkar Mangru kuch der chup raha. Usne mujhe dekha, lekin is baar mujhse koi sawaal nahi kiya. Shayad woh samajh gaya tha ki kuch baatein poochne se zyada mehsoos ki jaati hain.
Thodi der baad Mangru ne kaha, “Theek hai, main tere lafde mein nahi padunga.”
Uski baat sunkar main uski taraf dekhne laga. Mangru halka sa muskuraya aur bola, “Tu jo karna chahta hai kar. Teri marzi. Main bas tempo chalaunga.”
Hum dono ka khana khatam ho chuka tha. Humne paas hi lage ek nal ke neeche jaakar apne haath dhoye. Shaam hone wali thi. Suraj dheere-dheere neeche ja raha tha aur kheton ke upar halki sunahri roshni phail rahi thi.
Haath dhone ke baad main kuch der chupchaap khada raha. Phir maine Mangru ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Mangru, mujhe hotel chhod de.”
Mangru ne meri taraf dekha. Main apni jeb se paise nikaalte hue bola, “Aur apna hisaab bata… kitna hua ab tak tera dihaadi ka?”
Mangru ne paise ki taraf dekha aur phir meri taraf. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Bas tempo ki taraf badhte hue bola, “Pehle hotel chhod deta hoon. Hisaab raaste mein kar lenge.”
Maine paise wapas apni jeb mein rakh liye aur uske peeche tempo ki taraf chal pada.
Shaam hone lagi thi Lekin mere andar ek ajeeb sa faisla ab bilkul saaf tha chahe jitna waqt lage, chahe kitne bhi gaon kyun na ghoomne padein, main apni maa ko dhoondhe bina wapas nahi jaunga..unke aur unke pariwar ke bare mai pata lagaye Bina wapas nahi Jane wala ...
Mangru tempo chala raha tha aur main piche wali seat par chupchaap baitha tha. Shaam ki thandi hawa mere chehre se takra rahi thi. Din bhar ki thakaan ke baad bhi meri aankhon mein neend nahi thi. Main bas sadak ko dekhe ja raha tha aur andar hi andar khud se ek sawaal kar raha tha kya maine sahi faisla kiya hai?
Ek taraf mera dimaag keh raha tha, “Ravi, wapas chala ja. Yahan kuch nahi rakha hai. Na tujhe pata hai maa kahan hain, na ye pata hai ki woh tujhe milengi bhi ya nahi. Kitne din tak aise hi bhatakta rahega?”
Lekin doosri taraf mere andar kahin chhupa hua woh nanha sa bachcha tha, jo shayad aaj bhi apni maa ki god ko yaad karta tha. Woh bachcha bas ek hi baat keh raha tha “Ek baar maa ko dekh le… bas ek baar. Phir jo hoga dekha jayega.”
Main apne hi sawaalon mein uljha raha. Mangru bhi shayad samajh raha tha ki main kuch soch raha hoon, isliye poore raaste hum dono ke beech koi baat nahi hui. Tempo ki awaaz aur shaam ki hawa hi hum dono ke beech ka saath bani rahi.
Kuch der ke safar ke baad Mangru ne shehar ke usi chhote se hotel ke saamne tempo rok diya. Hotel bahut bada nahi tha, bas kisi tarah kaam chala raha tha. Main tempo se neeche utara aur apna bag kandhe par rakh liya. Mangru ne bhi tempo band kiya aur neeche utar aaya.
Maine apni jeb se purse nikaalte hue kaha, “Haan Mangru, bata… kitna hua tera dihaadi ka?”
Mangru ne seedhe-seedhe jawab diya, “1500.”
Maine purse khola, 1500 rupaye gine aur uski taraf badha diye. Mangru ne apna haath aage badhaya aur paise le liye.
Pata nahi kyun, us waqt mujhe laga jaise main sirf uski dihaadi nahi de raha tha. In do dinon mein us aadmi ne jo mere liye kiya tha, uska hisaab shayad paison se kabhi nahi ho sakta tha.
Maine uske kandhe par haath rakha aur halka sa muskura kar kaha, “Kal aa jana… isi time par. Ab se ek mahine ke liye tera tempo aur tu… dono mere hue.”
Itna kehkar main hans pada.
Mangru bhi muskura diya.
Main apna bag kandhe par daalkar hotel ki taraf mudne laga. Lekin abhi main kuch hi kadam aage gaya tha ki peeche se Mangru ki awaaz aayi,
“Sun bhai!”
Main ruk gaya aur peeche mudkar dekha. Haath ke ishare se poocha, “Bol… kya hua?”
Mangru mere paas aaya aur bola, “Tu ek mahina yahan is gande se hotel mein rahega?”
Maine hotel ki taraf dekha aur hanskar kaha, “Ganda kahan hai? Theek-thaak to hai.”
Mangru bhi hans pada.
“Achha, theek-thaak hai… lekin khana bahut bekaar hai yahan ka.”
Uski baat sunkar main bhi hansne laga.
Phir Mangru ne thoda rukkar kaha, “Main kuch aur keh raha tha. Tu mere saath mere gaon chal. Mere ghar par reh lena. Wahan tujhe na rehne ki dikkat hogi, na khane ki.”
Uski baat sunkar main ekdum chup ho gaya.
Maine use gaur se dekha.
Kal hi to mulaqat hui thi humari. Ek anjaan aadmi tha. Bas tempo wala. Aur aaj woh mujhe apne ghar le jaane ki baat kar raha tha.
Mere dimaag mein ek pal ke liye sawaal aaya " ye aise kaise?
Shayad Mangru ne meri aankhon mein woh sawaal padh liya tha. Usne kaha, “Dekh bhai, main isiliye keh raha hoon kyunki tu mujhe bhala aadmi laga. Apni maa ke liye itni door se aaya hai. Din bhar gaon-gaon ghoomta hai. Kahin hotel ke kharab khane se beemar pad gaya to?”
Uski baat sunkar main kuch nahi bol paya...Mujhe andar se bahut ajeeb sa achha laga...Itne bade shehar se itni door, jahan mera apna kehne wala koi nahi tha, wahan ek anjaan aadmi meri fikr kar raha tha.
Maine dheere se kaha, “Mangru, main kaise tere ghar ja sakta hoon? Tere ghar wale bhi to hain. Woh kya kahenge?”
Mangru ne bilkul aasani se jawab diya, “Mere ghar mein meri maa hai aur do bahne hain. Bas hum hi log hain.”
“Maa tujhe kuch nahi bolegi?” maine poocha.
Mangru turant bola, “Nahi-nahi bhai. Meri maa bahut achhi hai.”
Uski baat sunkar main chup ho gaya.
Mere dimaag mein bas ek hi baat aayi
Kitna lucky hai Mangru… iske paas maa hai.
Ek uski maa…
Aur ek meri maa...Ek maa jo uske ghar mein uska intezaar karti hogi….Aur ek maa, jise main itne saalon se sirf ek naam aur aadhe pate ke sahare dhoondh raha tha.
Maine apni nazrein neeche kar li aur dheere se kaha, “Nahi Mangru… tujhe faltu mein dikkat hogi. Chhod, tu ja. Main apna dekh lunga.”
Mangru ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas mere paas aakar mere kandhe par haath rakha.
“Dekh… sharma mat. Chal mere saath. Mujhe apna dost samajh.”
Uske muh se nikla hua woh ek shabd
dost seedha mere dil mein utar gaya.
Mera dil jaise bhar aaya...Aaj tak mera koi sachcha dost nahi bana tha..Hostel mein jinhe main dost samajhta raha, unmein se zyada tar apne matlab ke liye mere paas aate the. Kisi ko paise chahiye hote the, kisi ko notes, kisi ko koi kaam.
Lekin kisi ne kabhi mere kandhe par haath rakhkar ye nahi kaha tha.
“Mujhe apna dost samajh.”
Meri aankhon mein nami aa gayi, lekin maine use Mangru se chhupane ki koshish ki.
Maine halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Chal theek hai… main chalunga. Itni zid kar raha hai to.”
Mangru ke chehre par khushi aa gayi.
Lekin maine turant kaha, “Magar meri ek shart hai.”
Mangru ne poocha, “Kya?”
Maine kaha, “Main free mein nahi rahunga. Tujhe mujhse paise lene padenge. Khane ke, rehne ke… aur tempo ki dihaadi ke bhi.”
Mangru kuch der tak mujhe dekhta raha. Phir jaise usne socha ki is shehri ladke se behas karna bekaar hai.
Aakhir mein woh muskurakar bola, “Theek hai, sahri babu… de dena paisa. Ab chal.”
Main bhi hans pada.
Pata nahi kitne dino baad main kisi ke saath is tarah hasa tha.
Aur shayad Mangru bhi.
Hum dono kuch der tak bas yunhi muskurate rahe.
Phir maine kaha, “Ruk, main trolley aur baaki samaan le aata hoon.”
Main hotel ke andar gaya, hotel walon ka hisaab chukaya aur apna samaan lekar bahar aa gaya. Mangru ne bina kuch kahe mera samaan uthaya aur apni tempo mein rakh diya.
Main uske paas aakar khada hua aur poocha, “Achha Mangru… tumhare gaon ka naam kya hai?”
Mangru ne tempo ki taraf dekhte hue halka sa muskuraya aur kaha
“Gaon ka naam hai…नवाबपुरा "..
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Dosto kahani ki shuruwat नवाबपुरा se hogi ..aaplog ka pyaar chahiye..wada karta hu bahot maza ayega aaplog ko bas bane rahna
