PAAP
4. ISHQ
UPDATE 3
Ye ishq ek tarfa tha ya vo bhi mujhe chahta tha is baat ka jawab mujhe kabhi mil nahi paya.
Par bina is sawal ke maine dil hi dil mein ek ajeeb duniya kaayam kar li thi. Mere khyaaon mein main apni poori zindagi uske saath hi bitane wali thi.
"It was destined to happen. Uske papa ka mere papa ke saath transfer, hamare ghar saath saath hona, ek hi school aur ek hi class, class mein sirf ham dono naye, itni gehri dosti, it was all destiny. He was mine from always."
Air aise hi na jaane kitne logic mein apne aapko diya karti thi. Ham ab bhi saath saath hi rehte the, saath school aate jaate, ek doosre ke ghar aate jaate aur raat ko sone se pehle ghar ke landline par chhupkar baaten par in sab mein ab ek nafasat aa gayi thi. "Tu" ki jagah "Tum" ne le li thi. Khud kuchh khaya ho ya na ho par doosre ke khaane ka khaas khyaal rehta tha aur agar na khaya ho toh zabardasti khilaya jaata tha.
Aur in sab chhoti chhoti baaton mein waqt kahan ud gaya pata hi nahi chala. Ham kabhi ek doosre se dil ki baat nahi keh paaye aur vo waqt aa gaya jab mere papa ka transfer ek doosre shehar mein ho gaya tha aur main jaanti thi ke ab mujhe usse door jana hai.
Transfer uske papa ka bhi hua tha par ek doosre shehar mein. Garmi ki chhuttiyan shuru hone wali thi aur ham dono hi ye shehar chhodkar 2 alag alag sheharon mein ja rahe the.
E-mail aur mobile phones un dino nahi hua karte the. Us waqt ek doosre ke touch mein rehne ka zariya letters aur landline phones par STD calls hi thi.
"Dekho main jaate hi apna address Sunil ko bhej doongi aur tum usko letter likh lena. Vo ham dono ke address ek naye phone numbers ek doosre ko de dega, samjhe?"
Sunil hamara class mate tha jo usi shehar ka tha aur hamesha vahin rehne wala tha.
Mujhe yaad ke us din meri 12 baje ki train thi aur main sirf usse milne ke liye apne ghar walo se ladkar us aakhri din bhi school gayi thi. Aakhri kuchh ghante uske saath guzarna chahti thi isliye use saath hi school gayi. Papa mujhe school se pick karte jahab se ham sidha railway station hi jaane wale the.
Ham dono school ke bahar hi bethe the. Vo us din periods bunk karke mere saath waqt guzaar raha tha.
"Ye kya hai?" Usne mere god mein ek rang birangi si kitaab rakhi toh maine hairan nazar se uski taraf dekhte hue puchha.
"Slam book" Usne jawab diya.
"Vo kya hota hai?" Maine sawal kiya
"Its like a journal you know, like a book that contains information on all my friends. Mere jitne bhi dost honge uki information aur vo mere baare mein kya feel karte hain vo sab. Kal hi kharidi hai. Pehle tum se hi bharva raha hoon"
Western culture ka thoda thoda prabhav un dino hamare yahan ke schools mein bhi aa raha tha aur slam book usi culture ka ek hissa thi. Aajkal toh shayad school ka bachcha bachcha slam book ke baare mein jaanta ho par un dino ye ek nayi cheez thi. Baharhal, maine apni information jaise ke naam, date of birth, favourite color, hobbies vagerah vagerah bhar di par aakhir mein ek column tha jismein mujhe ye bharna tha ke main uske baare mein kya sochti hoon. Mujhe yaad hai ke us column par maine khaas tavajjoh di thi.
AUr uske baad Papa ne railway station jaate hue mujhe school ke bahar se pick kiya aur ham sidha railway station hi chale gaye.
Par bad-kismati se meri ye prem kahani sirf itni hi rahi. Naye shehar mein pahunchte hi maine Sunil ko apna address aur phone number bhej diya par usne aisa nahi kiya. Usne Sunil ko kabhi apna naya address ya phone number nahi bheja. Bahut intezaar kiya maine ye soch kar ke shayad uske paas Sunil ki information kho gayi ho aur vo zaroor pata laga kar mujhe contact karega par aisa hua nahi.
Aur waqt ke saath dheere dheere mere uske saath dekhe saare khwab dhundhle pad gaye. Vo mera pehla pyaar tha, meri pehli aur shayad sabse gehri mohabbat.....