सोमवार, जुलाई 21, 2008

आपके बहाने अपना बयान

Sabse pehle to sorry, likne baitha to Hindi font hi nahi tha, so thoda kast kijiye, English me hindi likhne ka paap jaldi hi hata loonga…

Ajeeb Ghalmel hai, paristhitiyon ka, smritiyon ka, fursat me vicharon ki udham itni hoti hai ki lamha lamha judkar ek fasana sa ban jaata hai. Aisa fasana, jisme dil ka dard aur jamane ke ranjo gham ek doosare ko gale lagate hai, mohalat hoti to ek doosare me sama zaate, lekin fursat ki ghadi hi kitni hoti hai? Saamne ambar laga hota ‘kahin ke rode, kahin ki yaado ka…

Lekin…

Dil itna bechara sa hota hai, ki mamooli si baat par bhi puchhta hai, kyon accha lagta hai, jab bachche kahte hain- Happy Bidday Papaaa…Aur aakar seene me sama jaate hai, Aapke zinda hone ka ahsaas kara dete hai, Aap unke saath phir se paida hote hai, jab beti maa ki tarha maathe par tilak lagati hai, aarati utarti hai, maa ki tarha papa ki lambi umar mangati hai, Uparwale ko thank you kehti hai- is meharbaani ke liye।

Are bhai, isme puchne ki kya baat hai, ye to achchi lagni hi chahiye. Isse achchi baat kya ho sakti hai. Beti ashwast hoti hai to lagta hai ki apka vishwash ‘talwar’ ki dhaar par nahin tika.
Itni khushi, saaftor par pakdi jaati hai- kal to chehre par muskan ke nishan tak nahi the, aaj gham ki ek shikan tak nahi, aapki udaasi nangi ho jaati hai. Doosara toke to aap bhale use nakar dein, hans kar taal jayen, sach yahee hai- aap pakde jaa chuke hai.

Sirf apne hi ghar me hi nahi, ishwar ke ghar bhi, kal bhi wahi patthar ki murat thi mandir me, aaj bhi wohi hai, lekin aaj aap ishwar se jyada ki umeed kar rahe hote hai, uske agyat taakat ki kalpna kar rahe hote hai, aap dhan daulat nahi, andar aur baahar ki shanty mang rahe hote hain- kyonki aap thak chuke hote hai।

Isi ka naam to ishwar-allah-god-guru hai। Main bhi manta hoon ki ek pathar, ek ibaarat me rakha kuch nahi- agar nahi maano, ishwar-allah-god-guru iska naam bhi nahi. Wo to adrishya hai, jo kabhi pathar me dikhayee de jaata hai, kabhi kis ibaarat me, kabhi kis ki hansi me, kushi me, kabhi kisi ke gham me, mandi masjid to sirf uske ek ahsaas hai. Wahan jaat hi uski adrishya akriti ek roop leti hai- uski chhavi aapki manodasa ke mutabik dikhti hai. Agar aap is laukik chhavi kea age apne ko tuchchh maante hai, to samajhiye aap ishwar-allah-god-guru se mil chuke.

Bas itna hi ishwar hai, uska vishwas hai। Isse aage sab andhvishwas। Chahe koi ishwar ko laakh laukik roop me dikhane ki koshish kare, uske padchinh dikhaye, koi uske smriti chinha dikhaye, saab TRP batorne ka khel hai। Aap ise na dekhen to hi achcha. Aap jab tak apne ko adrishya se upar samjhenge, ko Sai, ko ram, koi pagamber, koi gur, koi god apka kalyan karne nahi ayega. Na shani taras khayega, na mangal ki mar kam hogi, gur, budh, shukar aur surya koi shubh nahi karega. Hum tv walon ka kaam hai kehna…

Aisa nahi ki is ‘kissagoi’ ki gaaj hampar nahi girti, balki hum par to kaher tooti hai। Jish bhagwaan ko itna publicity dete hai, uska bhajan gaane ke liye itne bhakt paida karte hai, use to hum par puja karne wale se bhi zyada meherbaan hona chahiye, lekin, kahan, agar aisa hi hota to agle-pichhle saare bayan alag hote.

Yahan to atiranjana ke itne aadi ho gaye hain, ki jo bhi dikta hai, samananter hi dhikhta hai। Hum samananter sochne ke aadi ho gaye hai, kalpana ki inhi dono rekhayon ke bich kahin asal mudda reh jaata hai. Hum side se nikal jaate hai, mudda pichhe reh jaata hai. Abhi dekhiye, har jagah ‘deal hi deal’ nazar aata hai, deal ke ankde dikh rahe hai, khinch taan dikh rahi hai, kharid farokht ki boo aa rhee hai, ek se ek bayan dikh rahe hai, kaisa dhong dhikh raha hai bhai. Paksh wale janta ki duhayee de rahe hai, to vipaksh wale desh ki duhayee de rahe hai, saaf dikhta hai virodhabhass- left walon ki laffazi, mahangai par to punch satka kar baith gayee, deal par sarkaar gira rahe hai. Ab aap mat sochiye main pro-deal insaan hun. Main to kaheta hoon ki zaroor girawo sarkar, lekin girane ka jo issue choos kiya usne to apki pol hi khol di. Is loktantra me jis party ko janata ke khana peena mudda nahi laglta, use desh ke bhavishya par khatrya kaise nazar aa sakta hai. Jo janata ka nahi sochti, wo desh ka kya sochti. Sareaam chutiya bana rahe hai left wale, Aur hum unka chutiyapa dikhaye jaa rahe hai.

Ye to badi lambi choudi rajneetik bahas hai bhai, hum yahan tak kaise aa gaye, yahi to haqiqat ke ghalmel ke natiza hai. Pura nazara hi monotones ho jaata hai.

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