Aj Ka Roznamcha...
Aj kuch ajeeb si kaifiyat rahi. Do din se neend poori nahi hui aur us ka asar aaj poore wajood par mehsoos ho raha hai. Tabiat mein aik bhojal sa pan hai, dimagh bhi poori raftaar se kaam nahi kar raha aur har kaam thora sa bojh lag raha hai. Tab ja kar ehsaas hota hai ke neend waqai Allah ki kitni badi neamat hai.
Log aksar paison, gaariyon aur kamyabiyon ki baat karte hain, lekin agar mujh se koi pooche to sukoon bhari neend bhi duniya ki badi daulaton mein se aik hai. Kam az kam chhe ghante ki neend to har insaan ka haq honi chahiye. Aath ghante to ab bas kitabon mein hi achhe lagte hain. Sochta hoon un logon ka kya haal hota hoga jo neend ki goli khane ke baad bhi is neamat se mehroom rehte hain. Jab aankhen band hon aur dimagh phir bhi jaag raha ho, us se badi thakan shayad koi nahi.
Aj isi silsile mein sabr ka khayal bhi aaya. Hum sab samajhte hain ke sabr ka matlab sirf chup rehna hai, lekin asal sabr us waqt shuru hota hai jab jawab dene ka poora haq bhi ho aur taqat bhi... phir bhi insaan apne alfaaz ko lagaam de de. Ghussa kar lena bohat aasaan hai, lekin apne ghusse ko qaboo mein rakhna har kisi ke bas ki baat nahi. Mujhe lagta hai insaan ki asli pehchan us ke reaction se hoti hai. Kuch log har baat ka jawab foran de dete hain aur kuch log waqt ko jawab dene dete hain. Aksar doosri qisam ke log zyada pursukoon rehte hain.
Chaliye, ab thodi si baat mohabbat ki bhi ho jaye. Aakhir zindagi mein yeh mauzu kabhi purana thori hota hai.
Mujhe kabhi samajh nahi aaya ke log mohabbat ko umar ke tarazu mein kyun tolte hain. Dil ka koi birth certificate nahi hota. Na mohabbat calendar dekh kar aati hai aur na shanakhti card dekh kar. Agar do baaligh insaan aik doosre ki izzat karte hain, aik doosre ko samajhte hain aur apni marzi se saath chalna chahte hain, to phir umar ka farq sirf logon ki guftagu ka mauzu reh jata hai.
Bara mard chhoti umar ki aurat se mohabbat kare to muashra aksar chup rehta hai. Lekin agar bari umar ki aurat kisi chhote umar ke mard ko pasand kar le to logon ke mashwaray free mein shuru ho jate hain. Hairat hoti hai ke mohabbat se zyada logon ko us ki date of birth ki fikr hoti hai. Haqeeqat yeh hai ke kamyab rishte saalon ki ginti se nahi, ikhlaas, aitbaar, izzat aur bardasht se mazboot hote hain. Jahan yeh cheezen mojood hon, wahan umar sirf aik number ban kar reh jati hai.
Aj shaam darakhton ko dekha to kuch pattay hawa ke saath zameen par utar rahe thay. Socha, shakhon se pattay girna sirf mausam badalne ki nishani nahi. Yeh qudrat ka aik khamosh paigham bhi hai ke is duniya mein koi cheez hamesha rehne wali nahi. Har cheez ne aik din rukhsat hona hai. Hum bhi aik din zindagi ki shaakh se isi tarah toot kar mitti ka hissa ban jayenge. Shayad isi liye takabbur se zyada shukr aur nafrat se zyada mohabbat jama karni chahiye.
Aaj ki baat Mohsin Naqvi ke in dil ko chhoo lene wale alfaaz par khatam karta hoon:
«"اس کو فرصت ہی نہیں وقت نکالے محسن
ایسے ہوتے ہیں بھلا چاہنے والے محسن؟
یاد کے دشت میں پھرتا ہوں میں ننگے پاؤں
دیکھ تو آ کے کبھی پاؤں کے چھالے محسن
وہ جو اک شخص متاعِ دل و جاں تھا، نہ رہا
اب بھلا کون میرے درد سنبھالے محسن"»
Mohsin Naqvi ne sirf judaai ka dukh nahi likha, balkeh un rishton ki haqeeqat bhi bayan kar di jahan aik fard poori shiddat se nibha raha hota hai aur doosre ke paas waqt hi nahi hota. Mohabbat ka imtihan alfaaz se nahi, waqt se hota hai. Jo waqt de de, wohi asal mein apna hota hai. Baqi sab yaadon ki gard mein dheere dheere dhundla jata hai.
