Zindagi ki har paristhiti mein humare paas do raaste hote hain : Bhaag Lo ya Bhaag Lo!!
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Har shehar hum par apni koi chaap chor jaata hai. Lucknow ne mujhe zehniyat di, Dilli ne maulat, Mumbai ne daulat. Lekin har shehar suut samet apne asal ki wasooli bhi karta hai. Lucknow thoda meherbaan tha, usne zyaada kuch nahin maanga, kuch bachpan ke romance, kuch school ke jhagde, kuch medal jo main jeet na paaya apne paas rakh liye.
Dilli connection ka shehar hai. Das saal mein dus dus percent lete lete usne mujhse bahut kuch wasoola. Sabse pehle to mujhse masoomiyat cheeni. College ke dino mein lagta tha ki ek hur pari milegi. Woh aasman se zameen par tapak kar mera haath thaam legi. Lekin aisa na hua, panchi ko dana daala to gaya, lekin phir hur hur karke mujhe dara bhi diya gaya. Accha hi tha, maine apne aap se kaha, daane ke neeche humesha jaal hota hai.
Alhadh pan se jawani tak ka safar badi teezi se nikla. Lekin ekdin pata chala. Hum bade ho gaye hain. Kaam samhala, naam samhala. Phir dilli ne dastak di. Ama mian, zara kuch apna bhi chodte jaao. Baut kuch chora. Kuch aur rishte girvi rakhe, dosti mein bhool huyi, shadi mein chook. Lekin itni maulat milti gayi ki har bhool chuk maaf ho gayi.
Phir 99 mein Mumbai ki taraf udaan bhari. Daulat aur Shohrat dono payi. Saccha Pyaar bhi mila. Mujhe laga ek naya sapna shuru hua hai. Dheere dheere is shehar ke thekedaar bhi aa gaye wasooli karne. Pehle waqt chin gaya. Phir chain. Jaise kisi local main achanak chain kheench di ho kisi ne aur lambe safar par sota passenger sakpaka ke uth jaaye.
Main aaj bhi Mumbai mein hoon. Bhaag daud ke is shehar mein Bhaag leta hoon. Har roz din se joojhta hoon, samay ke court mein duhai deta hoon, kuch lamhe de do apnon ke saath, apne aap ke saath. Faryaad suni nahin jaati. Kaha jaata hai ye sab tumhare haath mein hai!
Zindagi ki har paristhiti mein humare paas do raaste hote hain : Bhaag Lo ya Bhaag Lo
Bhaag lete lete main ek Mahal main pahunch gaya hoon. Jaise hi seedhe chadta hoon peeche ki seedhe gir ke gayab ho jaati hai. Uski jagah kuch aur chehre aa jaate hain. Hanste chehre, hairaan chehre, tareef karte chehre, tareeqi chehre.
Koi aur chaara bhi nazar nahin aata. Badhte jaoo, chadte jao.
Andar se ek awaaz kuch kehti hai, lekin matlab samajh nahin paata:
Bhaag Lo, Bhaag Lo, Bhaag Lo.
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1 comment:
There’s this play (thought I heard it in Shyam Benegal’s Mammo as well) where the protagonist wonders what would have happened if he had roots.
I have seen only two cities, but it’s a question that chases me, especially when I think of what I have achieved, and what I have not. When I think of people I have loved, or people who have loved me. The question especially haunts me when I think about my parents. Would I have been a mossy, weary,bitter, mediocre individual, like "an ugly frog in the well", if I were in home, or is this place my home?
I hope I never find the answer. Exercising choice comes with a loss as well!!
Your blog certainly set me thinking again!
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