Sham, Suroor Aur Kuch Sach...
Aj ki shaam kuch alag si thi. Na koi khaas wajah thi aur na koi badi khushi, phir bhi dil mein halka halka sa suroor mehsoos ho raha tha. Shayad isi liye us geet ki line yaad aa gayi...
"Yeh jo halka halka suroor hai..."
Kabhi kabhi zindagi kisi badi wajah ki mohtaj nahi hoti. Thandi hawa ka aik jhonka, dhoop ka dheema pad jana, chai ki pyali aur shaam ka sukoon... bas itna hi kaafi hota hai ke dil ka bojh halka lagne lage. Masti bhi ajeeb cheez hai, is ka koi formula nahi. Yeh kabhi barsaat ki khushboo mein mil jati hai aur kabhi bina kisi wajah ke dil ke kisi kone mein aa baithti hai.
Aj aik aur baat dimagh mein ghoomti rahi. Hamare muashray ke do mashhoor jumlay hain jo shayad sab se zyada bole jate hain.
Pehla...
"Shakal se koi farq nahi parta, dil saaf hona chahiye."
Sunne mein bohat khoobsurat lagta hai, lekin sach yeh hai ke pehla taassur aksar chehre se hi qaim hota hai. Dil tak pohanchne ki zahmat har koi nahi karta. Haqeeqat ko tasleem karna bhi zaroori hai. Haan, itna zaroor hai ke khoobsurat chehra waqt ke saath aam ho jata hai, lekin khoobsurat kirdar waqt ke saath aur bhi qeemti lagne lagta hai.
Doosra jumla...
"Paisa khushi nahi khareed sakta."
Yeh baat bhi aadhi sach aur aadhi tasalli lagti hai. Paisa har khushi nahi de sakta, lekin bohat si pareshaniyan zaroor kam kar deta hai. Aur ajeeb baat to yeh hai ke aj kal log apna zameer, wafa aur usool bhi chand noton ke badlay bech dete hain. Phir yeh kehna ke paisa kuch nahi kar sakta... thora mushkil lagta hai.
Lekin agar insaan se kabhi ghalti ho jaye, kisi ka dil dukh jaye ya alfaaz had se nikal jayein, to maafi maang lene mein dair nahi karni chahiye. Mujhe lagta hai "Sorry" bolna insaan ko chhota nahi karta, balkay us ke kirdar ko bara kar deta hai. Ghalti ko justify karna, kahani badalna ya zimmedari se bhaagna bohat aasaan hai. Himmat to us mein hai jo seedhi aankhon mein dekh kar kahe, "Haan, mujh se ghalti hui." Shayad isi se insaniyat zinda rehti hai.
Rumi ne bohat khoobsurat baat kahi thi ke behtareen dost woh hota hai jo aap ki awaaz se hi samajh jaye ke aap muskura rahe hain ya toot rahe hain. Mujhe lagta hai dosti wahi hai jahan "Main theek hoon" kehne ki zarurat hi na pade. Kuch log awaaz ki larzish se hi poori kahani padh lete hain.
Aj ki nasl par bhi bohat tanqeed hoti hai, khaaskar Gen Z par. Lekin agar ghour se dekhein to yeh nasl sirf mobile chalana nahi jaanti, sawal karna bhi jaanti hai. Apne huqooq ki baat karna, camera ke zariye sach record karna aur aman ke saath apni awaaz buland karna... yeh bhi himmat hi ki aik surat hai. Har nasl apni koi na koi virasat chhor kar jati hai. Shayad Millennials ki sab se khoobsurat virasat yeh hai ke unhon ne aisi nasal ki tarbiyat ki jo sochti bhi hai aur bolti bhi hai.
Khair... shaam dheere dheere raat mein badal rahi hai. Chai ka cup bhi khaali ho chuka hai aur hawa mein thandak kuch aur barh gayi hai. Aise lamhon mein lagta hai ke zindagi ki asli daulat sukoon hai. Aur sukoon na bazaar mein milta hai, na logon ki tareef mein.
Aakhir mein bas itna hi...
"Ishq-e-Haqeeqi..."
Jab insaan har darwaza khatkhatakar thak jata hai, har sahara aazma leta hai aur har umeed se guzar jata hai, tab usay ehsaas hota hai ke jis dar ki talaash mein woh sari duniya phirta raha... asal manzil to hamesha se usi Ek ke dar par thi. Baqi sab raste thay, ghar to wahi tha.
