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Aankh khuli to apne aapko hospital mei paaya, paas mein maan bohat pareshan khari huyi thi, aur iteraaf mei saare dost nazar aaye, par uski nazar jaise kisi ko dhoond rahi thi. Mama uski nazar ka matlab samajh gayi lekin kuch kaha nahi, paas jo sab thay, isiliye wo kuch keh na saki aur na Daniyal ne kuch poocha. Taizi se turn lene mei uski bike skid hogayi thi jiski waja se uske pair mei fracture aaya tha, aur kafi choti chotein bhi theen. Lekin jism ke saath dil mein bhi ek dard ki lehar uthi ye soonch kar ke aaj bhi uske dad ko apne kaam se fursat na mili ke apne bete ke liye.
Hospital aaye huye do din hogaye thay, bohat bore ho raha tha aur saath mei reh reh kar Zoha pe gussa aaraha tha, wo stretchers ke sahare tehalte huye corridor mein aagaya.
Saamne dekha to Zoha aati huyi nazar aayi… haath mein phool thay aur chehre pe hamesha ki tarah muskorahat thi. "Uff ye yahan kyun aayi?" Daniyal ne soocha.
Phir khayal aaya ke Reema ne usey khoob sunayi hogi, shayed maafi mange aayi hai, "aane to do maza batata hoon, usi ki waja se yahan do din se bore para hoon.. Mein bhi khoob sunaonga.." Ye soonch wo ward mei chala gaya.
Intezaar karne par jab wo nahi aayi to wo bar bar door ki taraf dekhne laga,
"kya baat hai?" mama ne poocha,
"kuch nahi" wo anjaan bante huye kehne laga.
"Kisi ka intezaar kar rahe ho?" mama se jaise uski koi baat chup nahi sakti thi.
"Haan wo Aamir aur Reema school ke baad aate hain na, unhi ka intezaar kar raha hoon," wo baat banate huye kehne laga.
"Haan time to hogaya hai, aatay hi honge, ye lo, tum fruits khao"
Usse aur intezaar na hua aur gussay se wo phir se corridor mei chala gaya, soocha ke shayed ghalat ward mei chali gayi… lekin jab bahir dekha to, paas waale general ward mei usay Zoha bohat saare bachoon ke beech baithay nazar aayi. Jo ussey bohat pyaar ke saath khel rahe thay, aur wo hamesha ki tarah apni batoon mei mashgol thi.
"lagta hai ye har kisi ke peechay pari rehti thay," gussay mei use kuch soojha nahi aur mou hi mou bhi kehta hua apne room mei chala aaya.
Phir har roz hi hantoon mei phool liye Zoha hosp mei nazar aane lagi. Aksar uske aas paas bacchay khelte nazar aatay, aaj bhi wo apne ward ki window se dekh raha tha, Zoha neechay grass mei bachoon ko liye beithi nazar aayi. Kisi ko phool laga rahi thi to kabhi kisi ki choti bana rahi thi… saare bachay use kuch na kuch keh rahe thay.. Aur wo bhi sab ki baatein bohat ghor se sun rahi thi. Ek din Zoha, sab bachoon ko story suna rahi thi, Daniyal ko hairat huyi ke usey jahan dekho zoha ke chahne wale nazar aatay. Phir usne soocha usko har kisiko apna deewana banana acchi tarah aata hai. Ye apne aapko samajhti kya hai, shayed apne aapko mother India samajh rahi hai, uska bohat dil chahta ke wo Aamir se kahe ke yahan roz Mother India aati hai aur bacchoon ki take care karti hai, phir ye soonch kar chup hojaata ke wo loog ulta usi ka mazak urate.
Aamir aur Reema ko loggoon ka mazak ura bohat acchi tarah aata. Sabhi humkhayal thay aur sabhi enjoy karte… aksar school ke kisse hote aur nishana Aoha hi banti, ya phir uska principal baap. "Zoha tumhari ye skirt bohat khoobsorat hai, shayed 10 saal purana hoga na, phir bhi dekho bilkul naya lagta hai," Reema kehti, aur Zoha us ka matlab jaante huye bhi muskarati aur khushi ka izhar karti, aur uske jaane ke baad saara group bohat hansta aur khoob mazakh urata. Wo hamesha apne baal bandhe rakhti, aur Daniyal ne uska naam "chutiya wali" rakh dia tha.. Aur pata nahi kya kya naam thay, aur aaj phir se usko ek aur naam mil gaya tha.. Mother India.
Daniyal ko hosp aaye huye ek week hogaya tha, lekin abhi tak doctor ne ghar jaane ki ijazat nahi di thi, aur ye har ek din Daniyal ko ek azaab ki tarah lagte. Usay lagta jaise uski zindagi ruk si gayi. Wo bohat chirchira ho raha tha, sab dost aate aur usse roz ki baatein karte aur schools ki kisse sunate, phir bhi usay maza nahi aata.
Wo apni window mei khara charo taraf dekh raha tha, usey door door tak Zoha aur bacchay nazar nahi aaye.
"Aap Mrs. Samad hain na?" peechay se Zoha ki awaaz aayi,
"jee," mama keh rahi thi, wo aur Zoha ward ki saamne kare baat kar rahe thay.
"Pata hai, mujhe aapse milne ka bohat shoq tha, mei aapki bari fan hoon, hamesha newspaper mein aapka column parti hoon, bohat accha likhti hain aap, parh kar bohat khushi hoti hai," Zoha khushi se ek saans mei kehne lagi.
"Kitna bolti hai," daniyal mou hi mein barbarne laga…
mama muskorakar uski baatein sun rahi thi, phir kehne lagi, "mujhe bhi tumse milna tha, sab se tumhari bohat tareef sun chuki hoon, chalo aaj mulaqat bhi hogayi."
"Apni tareef sun kar bohat khush ho rahi hai," daniyal ne Zoha ko ghorte huye soonchne laga. Wo larangte huye door tak pohancha, Zoha use dekh kar khamosh hogayi.
"Bohat pyaare phool hain," mama ne kaha…
"oh aapko pasand aaye?"
"Han phool to sabhi ko pasand aate hain,"
"to ye phir aap rakhlein," zoha ne kaha.
"Arey nahi, tum kisi ke liye laayi hogi, mujhe kyun de rahi ho."
"Nahi aunty, ye mere apne ghar ke hain, mein to bas ayese hi le aayi thi, aap rakhlein mujhe khushi hogi. Thank you beta, mama phool lete huye kehne lagi."
"Aapko pata hai aunty phool mujhe bohat pasand hain, apne ghar mein meine ek chota sa garden banaliya hai, wahan meine har kism ke poude lagaye, phooloon ko dekh kar kitni khushi hoti hai na aunty? Ayese lagta hai jaise wo bhi humse baatein karte hain, jab mein ye phool chunti hoon to waqt ka pata hi nahi chalta."
"Aur jab baatein karti ho tab bhi waqt ka pata nahi chalta," Daniyal ne ghadi dekhte huye kaha.
"Writer mein hoon lekin lag raha hai ke tum bhi ek din bohat bari writer hogi.. Kitna accha bolti ho, mama ko uski baatein acchi lag rahi thi," Zoha ki chehre pe halki si hansi thi jab mama ne ye kaha.
"Waise tum yahan hospital mei kya kar rahi ho?" Mama ne poocha
"Mein to aksar yahan aati hoon, yahan ke bacchoon se kaafi dosti hogayi hai…"
"bache to na samajh hotay hain, aur isse dosti sirf na samajh hi karate hain" Daniyal ne sooch par mama ke aagay kehne ki him mat na huyi,
"bachoon ke saath kehlne aur unka dil behlane mei bohat khushi hoti hai mujhe. Bacchay bhi to phooloon ki tarah hotay hain na aunty…" Zoha ne phir se apna falsafa shuru kar dia tha.
"Uff, shuru hogayi phir se, ek sawal ke dus jawab deti hai, itni bakwas karti hai aur pata nahi kaise mama ko uski baatein acchi lag rahi hain," Daniyal gusse ander aagaya aur kaafi dair tak Zoha aur mama ki baatein chalti rahi.
"Accha aunty ab mujhe ijazat dein, mein chalti hoon phir milongi.." Ye keh kar wo chali gayi. "shukar hai" Daniyal ne thandi saans lete huye kaha.
Mama phool liye ward mein chali aayi, "kitni pyaari larki hai ye Zoha, kitni pyaari baatein karti hai," mama daniyal ke gusse se lal huye chehre ko dekhe bina kahe jaarahi thi,
"batoon ki jaal mein phasana bohat acchi tarah aata hai usay, us jaise loogoon ko hum jaise loggoon ki khushamand karna khoob aata hai," wo gusse se jo mou mei aaya kehta chala gaya..
"Ye tum kya keh rahe ho," mama ne roka,
"sach keh raha hoon."
"Uff.. Tumhari sooch bhi tumhare baap ki tarah hai," mama ne kaha,
"Mama, aap mujhe us shask se na milaein," daniyal ka chehra gusse se lal hogaya,
"mere milane na milane se kya hota hai, ho to tum unhi ke bete, aur aaj batoon se ye sabit bhi kardia hai ke tum sach mei Daniyal Samad ho, Iqbal Samad ke bete. Tumhare dad bhi itne bare heart surgeon hotay huye bhi loogoon ke diloon aur jazbaatoon ko nahi samajhte… itna yaad rakho Daniyal, insaan ameer paisoon se hota hai lekin aklaaq hi insaan ko uncha banate hain." Lekin jaise Daniyal pe koi asar na hua aur wo gusse se bed pe bait gaya.
Iqbal Samad shahar ke bohat bare heart sergoen thay, unke paas apni biwi aur bete ko dene ke liye sab kuch tha, siwaye waqt ke. Wo hamesha apni meetings aur seminars mei busy rehte aur aksar shehar ke bahar rehte. Daniyal ki khawhish hoti ke wo unse baatein kare, aur saare waladein ki tarah wo bhi usse school ke baare mein poochay. Aur mama ko akela dekh kar usey bohat dukh hota aur un par gussa aata. Lekin ab to adat hogayi thi unke bagair rehne ki.. Unki doori ne unhe apne bacchay se bhi kaafi door kardia tha, Daniyal ka gussa ahista ahista nafrat mei badal gaya tha. Na wo unlogoon ki khushi mein shamil thay na gham mein. Aur phir mama ne bhi apne aapko busy karliya, wo newspaper mei column likha karti thi..
Finally, doctor ne use jaane ki ijazat de di.
"Doctor is mei to bill ka koi zikar nahi hai?" mama ke haath mein Daniyal ki file thi, aur wo doc se baat kar rahi thi.
"Aap uski fikar na karein, saare bills clear kardiye gaye hain, Samad Sahab ne saari bills bhardi hain.. Bohat fikarmand thay wo Daniyal ke liye, Roz phone ke zarye haal chaal poochte rahe." Daniyal ne hairat se mama ko dekha aur Mama ke bhi chehre pe hairat ke saath khushi thi.
Part 2: http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=511957
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Aankh khuli to apne aapko hospital mei paaya, paas mein maan bohat pareshan khari huyi thi, aur iteraaf mei saare dost nazar aaye, par uski nazar jaise kisi ko dhoond rahi thi. Mama uski nazar ka matlab samajh gayi lekin kuch kaha nahi, paas jo sab thay, isiliye wo kuch keh na saki aur na Daniyal ne kuch poocha. Taizi se turn lene mei uski bike skid hogayi thi jiski waja se uske pair mei fracture aaya tha, aur kafi choti chotein bhi theen. Lekin jism ke saath dil mein bhi ek dard ki lehar uthi ye soonch kar ke aaj bhi uske dad ko apne kaam se fursat na mili ke apne bete ke liye.
Hospital aaye huye do din hogaye thay, bohat bore ho raha tha aur saath mei reh reh kar Zoha pe gussa aaraha tha, wo stretchers ke sahare tehalte huye corridor mein aagaya.
Saamne dekha to Zoha aati huyi nazar aayi… haath mein phool thay aur chehre pe hamesha ki tarah muskorahat thi. "Uff ye yahan kyun aayi?" Daniyal ne soocha.
Phir khayal aaya ke Reema ne usey khoob sunayi hogi, shayed maafi mange aayi hai, "aane to do maza batata hoon, usi ki waja se yahan do din se bore para hoon.. Mein bhi khoob sunaonga.." Ye soonch wo ward mei chala gaya.
Intezaar karne par jab wo nahi aayi to wo bar bar door ki taraf dekhne laga,
"kya baat hai?" mama ne poocha,
"kuch nahi" wo anjaan bante huye kehne laga.
"Kisi ka intezaar kar rahe ho?" mama se jaise uski koi baat chup nahi sakti thi.
"Haan wo Aamir aur Reema school ke baad aate hain na, unhi ka intezaar kar raha hoon," wo baat banate huye kehne laga.
"Haan time to hogaya hai, aatay hi honge, ye lo, tum fruits khao"
Usse aur intezaar na hua aur gussay se wo phir se corridor mei chala gaya, soocha ke shayed ghalat ward mei chali gayi… lekin jab bahir dekha to, paas waale general ward mei usay Zoha bohat saare bachoon ke beech baithay nazar aayi. Jo ussey bohat pyaar ke saath khel rahe thay, aur wo hamesha ki tarah apni batoon mei mashgol thi.
"lagta hai ye har kisi ke peechay pari rehti thay," gussay mei use kuch soojha nahi aur mou hi mou bhi kehta hua apne room mei chala aaya.
Phir har roz hi hantoon mei phool liye Zoha hosp mei nazar aane lagi. Aksar uske aas paas bacchay khelte nazar aatay, aaj bhi wo apne ward ki window se dekh raha tha, Zoha neechay grass mei bachoon ko liye beithi nazar aayi. Kisi ko phool laga rahi thi to kabhi kisi ki choti bana rahi thi… saare bachay use kuch na kuch keh rahe thay.. Aur wo bhi sab ki baatein bohat ghor se sun rahi thi. Ek din Zoha, sab bachoon ko story suna rahi thi, Daniyal ko hairat huyi ke usey jahan dekho zoha ke chahne wale nazar aatay. Phir usne soocha usko har kisiko apna deewana banana acchi tarah aata hai. Ye apne aapko samajhti kya hai, shayed apne aapko mother India samajh rahi hai, uska bohat dil chahta ke wo Aamir se kahe ke yahan roz Mother India aati hai aur bacchoon ki take care karti hai, phir ye soonch kar chup hojaata ke wo loog ulta usi ka mazak urate.
Aamir aur Reema ko loggoon ka mazak ura bohat acchi tarah aata. Sabhi humkhayal thay aur sabhi enjoy karte… aksar school ke kisse hote aur nishana Aoha hi banti, ya phir uska principal baap. "Zoha tumhari ye skirt bohat khoobsorat hai, shayed 10 saal purana hoga na, phir bhi dekho bilkul naya lagta hai," Reema kehti, aur Zoha us ka matlab jaante huye bhi muskarati aur khushi ka izhar karti, aur uske jaane ke baad saara group bohat hansta aur khoob mazakh urata. Wo hamesha apne baal bandhe rakhti, aur Daniyal ne uska naam "chutiya wali" rakh dia tha.. Aur pata nahi kya kya naam thay, aur aaj phir se usko ek aur naam mil gaya tha.. Mother India.
Daniyal ko hosp aaye huye ek week hogaya tha, lekin abhi tak doctor ne ghar jaane ki ijazat nahi di thi, aur ye har ek din Daniyal ko ek azaab ki tarah lagte. Usay lagta jaise uski zindagi ruk si gayi. Wo bohat chirchira ho raha tha, sab dost aate aur usse roz ki baatein karte aur schools ki kisse sunate, phir bhi usay maza nahi aata.
Wo apni window mei khara charo taraf dekh raha tha, usey door door tak Zoha aur bacchay nazar nahi aaye.
"Aap Mrs. Samad hain na?" peechay se Zoha ki awaaz aayi,
"jee," mama keh rahi thi, wo aur Zoha ward ki saamne kare baat kar rahe thay.
"Pata hai, mujhe aapse milne ka bohat shoq tha, mei aapki bari fan hoon, hamesha newspaper mein aapka column parti hoon, bohat accha likhti hain aap, parh kar bohat khushi hoti hai," Zoha khushi se ek saans mei kehne lagi.
"Kitna bolti hai," daniyal mou hi mein barbarne laga…
mama muskorakar uski baatein sun rahi thi, phir kehne lagi, "mujhe bhi tumse milna tha, sab se tumhari bohat tareef sun chuki hoon, chalo aaj mulaqat bhi hogayi."
"Apni tareef sun kar bohat khush ho rahi hai," daniyal ne Zoha ko ghorte huye soonchne laga. Wo larangte huye door tak pohancha, Zoha use dekh kar khamosh hogayi.
"Bohat pyaare phool hain," mama ne kaha…
"oh aapko pasand aaye?"
"Han phool to sabhi ko pasand aate hain,"
"to ye phir aap rakhlein," zoha ne kaha.
"Arey nahi, tum kisi ke liye laayi hogi, mujhe kyun de rahi ho."
"Nahi aunty, ye mere apne ghar ke hain, mein to bas ayese hi le aayi thi, aap rakhlein mujhe khushi hogi. Thank you beta, mama phool lete huye kehne lagi."
"Aapko pata hai aunty phool mujhe bohat pasand hain, apne ghar mein meine ek chota sa garden banaliya hai, wahan meine har kism ke poude lagaye, phooloon ko dekh kar kitni khushi hoti hai na aunty? Ayese lagta hai jaise wo bhi humse baatein karte hain, jab mein ye phool chunti hoon to waqt ka pata hi nahi chalta."
"Aur jab baatein karti ho tab bhi waqt ka pata nahi chalta," Daniyal ne ghadi dekhte huye kaha.
"Writer mein hoon lekin lag raha hai ke tum bhi ek din bohat bari writer hogi.. Kitna accha bolti ho, mama ko uski baatein acchi lag rahi thi," Zoha ki chehre pe halki si hansi thi jab mama ne ye kaha.
"Waise tum yahan hospital mei kya kar rahi ho?" Mama ne poocha
"Mein to aksar yahan aati hoon, yahan ke bacchoon se kaafi dosti hogayi hai…"
"bache to na samajh hotay hain, aur isse dosti sirf na samajh hi karate hain" Daniyal ne sooch par mama ke aagay kehne ki him mat na huyi,
"bachoon ke saath kehlne aur unka dil behlane mei bohat khushi hoti hai mujhe. Bacchay bhi to phooloon ki tarah hotay hain na aunty…" Zoha ne phir se apna falsafa shuru kar dia tha.
"Uff, shuru hogayi phir se, ek sawal ke dus jawab deti hai, itni bakwas karti hai aur pata nahi kaise mama ko uski baatein acchi lag rahi hain," Daniyal gusse ander aagaya aur kaafi dair tak Zoha aur mama ki baatein chalti rahi.
"Accha aunty ab mujhe ijazat dein, mein chalti hoon phir milongi.." Ye keh kar wo chali gayi. "shukar hai" Daniyal ne thandi saans lete huye kaha.
Mama phool liye ward mein chali aayi, "kitni pyaari larki hai ye Zoha, kitni pyaari baatein karti hai," mama daniyal ke gusse se lal huye chehre ko dekhe bina kahe jaarahi thi,
"batoon ki jaal mein phasana bohat acchi tarah aata hai usay, us jaise loogoon ko hum jaise loggoon ki khushamand karna khoob aata hai," wo gusse se jo mou mei aaya kehta chala gaya..
"Ye tum kya keh rahe ho," mama ne roka,
"sach keh raha hoon."
"Uff.. Tumhari sooch bhi tumhare baap ki tarah hai," mama ne kaha,
"Mama, aap mujhe us shask se na milaein," daniyal ka chehra gusse se lal hogaya,
"mere milane na milane se kya hota hai, ho to tum unhi ke bete, aur aaj batoon se ye sabit bhi kardia hai ke tum sach mei Daniyal Samad ho, Iqbal Samad ke bete. Tumhare dad bhi itne bare heart surgeon hotay huye bhi loogoon ke diloon aur jazbaatoon ko nahi samajhte… itna yaad rakho Daniyal, insaan ameer paisoon se hota hai lekin aklaaq hi insaan ko uncha banate hain." Lekin jaise Daniyal pe koi asar na hua aur wo gusse se bed pe bait gaya.
Iqbal Samad shahar ke bohat bare heart sergoen thay, unke paas apni biwi aur bete ko dene ke liye sab kuch tha, siwaye waqt ke. Wo hamesha apni meetings aur seminars mei busy rehte aur aksar shehar ke bahar rehte. Daniyal ki khawhish hoti ke wo unse baatein kare, aur saare waladein ki tarah wo bhi usse school ke baare mein poochay. Aur mama ko akela dekh kar usey bohat dukh hota aur un par gussa aata. Lekin ab to adat hogayi thi unke bagair rehne ki.. Unki doori ne unhe apne bacchay se bhi kaafi door kardia tha, Daniyal ka gussa ahista ahista nafrat mei badal gaya tha. Na wo unlogoon ki khushi mein shamil thay na gham mein. Aur phir mama ne bhi apne aapko busy karliya, wo newspaper mei column likha karti thi..
Finally, doctor ne use jaane ki ijazat de di.
"Doctor is mei to bill ka koi zikar nahi hai?" mama ke haath mein Daniyal ki file thi, aur wo doc se baat kar rahi thi.
"Aap uski fikar na karein, saare bills clear kardiye gaye hain, Samad Sahab ne saari bills bhardi hain.. Bohat fikarmand thay wo Daniyal ke liye, Roz phone ke zarye haal chaal poochte rahe." Daniyal ne hairat se mama ko dekha aur Mama ke bhi chehre pe hairat ke saath khushi thi.
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