Neele Gagan Tale

 Friday word: Beneath - Hindi -Tale, Niche


Neele gagan ke tale,  dharti ka pyar pale....


 Bas ek kavita aur uski panktiya khafi hai zindgi haseen ke liye. Aur iss dil mein kya rakha hai, jeene ka ek bahana chupaye rakha hai. 

Na jaane kyon aaj mausam bewafaa hua tha aur hamein bas gungunane ka mann kar raha tha.  


"Janab, aaj tumhare hathon ki chai ki payli nasseb hogi ya hum kitchen mein kuch gustakhiyan kare?" Aaj jaaneman janehaan bhi shayarana the. 


Sach mein aaj hawao mein madhushaala thi. Shayadse chai ki ek pyali humein bhehekne se rok le. 

"Lijiye ji, aapki shishi humne kadak spurthi se bhar di. Ab pike, office jaane ki ghustaki kijeye." Mohabhat aur shayriyo se pet nahi bharta, iss hakikat se ghustaki toh nahi kar sakte? 


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"Bhaiyaji, wo niche wale tamatar dijiyega. Kyon chupaye rakhe ho? Kaunsi Rani Elizabeth aane wali hai tumhare yaha sabzi kharidne ki kohninoor dafnaye baithe ho!" Bada hi muskil hota hai kisi ko chot pohchaye bagar, uske tale ke sach ko bahar nikalwana.


"Auntyji, yaha aaiye. Dekhiye kitne rasile tamatar hai." 

Ek tazi awaaz mujhe pukar rahi thi. Inn darindo ke bazar mein kaha se aai hogi ye nanhi pari? Bhali se ek muskurahat aur bhali badi ek tokri liye uss pari ne mujhe awaz lagai, "Auntyji, aayena rupiya kam lagaungi." 

Ab toh jana farji tha. Mere ander ki gruhini apne aap ko iss discount ka labh lenese kaise rok pati? Ek rupeeya kam sunkar dekho kaise tumhare galo tale tamatar phut rahe hai!


"Kya bhav diye? Ache chun chun kar dena. Koi badmashi nahi." Maine uss ladki ko tamatar jaisi aankhein kar, dhamkaya. 


"Jo lene hai aap apne hatho se le lo, Auntyji. Rani Elizabeth kal hi daura karke gai." Uski baaton ne mera dil jeet liya. Kahi mujhe ye fasa toh nahi rahi thi? Kuch bhi kaho ladki badi sayani thi. 


"Auntyji kal phir aana." Nyota toh aise de rahi thi jaise uske abba ki shaadi ho. 

"Arey roz roz tumhare Uncleji ko tamatar khilau? Kuch aur bhi toh nahi hai tere pass."


"Auntyji, aaj soup banalo. Kal pasta. Ho gaya na muskhil rasta aasan. Bade vitimins(vitamins) hote hai tamatar mein. Uncleji dosou saal jiyenge."

Mann toh kiya ki puchu, phir Uncleji ko sambhalenge kaun tere abba! Par iss bar sirf hasi chut gai. Etto ke ghar bhi na honge inke aur ye bacche Vitamino ki baate kar rahe the. Kamal kudarat ka, jo jo chez bech raha tha shayad hi usne uska kabhi pure dil se aaswad liya ho. 


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Ab main rojana Chameli ke pass tamatar lene jaya karti thi. Naam hi nahi uski pehchan bhi un tamataro jaisi thi-khatti jada mithi kam. Par garibi ka laal rang bharpur odha hua tha. Pairo tale chappal nahi par Mount Everest chadne ki tammanha thi. Aasaman tale baap ka saaya nahi par ma ko aasman mein helicopter se ghumane ki chah thi. Chhat tale lighto-ki jagmahat nahi par duniya roshan karne ki pyas thi. Haaye re... Banane wale kya tere mann mein samai, kyon tune garibi banai! 


Iss baat par gam kya afosos sirf mujhe tha, Chameli toh apni tokri mein tamatar bech jaise khushiya bharne aai ho. Hali mein wo apne bhai chotu ko sath laya karti. Phir dono bhai behen mil kar market mein tehelka machate. Discounts ki jaise barish hua karti thi. 


"Aaiye aaiye, do kilo tamatar pe do aur tamatar Free Free Free!!" Garaj padte the ye badal apne girakhi par. Dekhte hi dekhte dono ne ek table khursi kharid li aur ab tamataro ke sath dhaniya mirchi bhi rakhne lage. 

"Dhaniya ki saheli mirchi, 

Le jao le jao tamatar bharke thaili!" 

Bade bade brands ko sharminda kar de aisi inki schemes aur vigyapanone logo ka dil jeet liya. Par kehte hai na lehere aur waqt kab palat jaye, iska andaja koi na de paye. 


Ek din ek jalim kantractor(contractor) ne aake unki table kursi aur tamatar ki tokri phek di. Kaha, "Iss jagah ka bhada kaun tumhare abbu dega?"

Tokri sametate huye Chameli dar darke dhimi awaz mein boli, "Jeneke ka hi bhaada de na paaye isliye Allah ghar jama ho gaye!"

Unki halat dekh mere jaise pairo tale ki zameen khisak gai ho. Mann kiya uss kantactor ko Chameli ke Abbu ke pass bhejdu. Karle bhai apna hisab chukta! Par akeli aurat kya kare, iss galatfemiyo se judi hui main, kuch bol nahi pai. 


Sari raat apni khamiyo se ulajti rahi. Kamar tale ki rajai chubti rahi. Aatma jaise sharmindiyo ke bhoj tale dab gai thi.

 Subah hote hi maine taiy kiya aaj main sabse mehenge tamatar kharidungi. Aaj main Chameli ko kuch paise bina wajah dungi. Mere pair market ki disha mein daudne lage the. Nazar chameli ko dhund rahi thi. Par aaj wo nahi thi. Bahot der hogai thi. Achaiya mere mann mein aur insaniyat paiso ki gaadi ke neeche dab gai thi. Aansuo ko palkho neche palne ke alwa mere pass aur koi rasta nahi tha. Achanak se, "Aaiye Aaiye bacho se bacho ke khilone le lijiye...... "

Awaz wahi, sur wahi, wajah bhi wahi thi-apna wajood kayam rakhne ki. Kismat tumhe lakh bahane de mitjane ke, tumhare pass honi chahiye ek asha jine ke liye. 

Chameli phir muskurate hue mujhe bula rahi thi. 


Chameli ke vruksh tale palne wale saap ko dasne se pehle hamesha ye sochna hai, khusbhu jeher se jada fehelti hai aur asar aneko par karti hai. 


Neele gagan ke tale, jeene ki nai umeed pale.....

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