ajeeb afsanwi c larki thi woh..khawabo,rangon,muhabbaton,rishton or titliyon k gird hi us ki zindgi ghomti thi..boht sada lekin apni sochon me boht khas..us ki diary pe lafazon ki surat me bhirke jugnu,muhabbaton se labreez jazbe,har ghum se mubarrah..shyd woh bani hi muhabbat k liye..or shyd isi liye us ka naam b Mehru tha..
painting,kitaabain,shairy yahi shok the us k ..zindgi k fikar se boht dor ek hansti muskarati zindgi ..jis ka bachpan pariyon ki kahaniyon se shuru huva..phir sakhiyon k sath gudiyan kheelte kheelte albeli si umar k is hise me punch kar b use khawbon or yaadon ko humesha mehfooz rakha tha..
kbi kbi woh bhari dopeharon me sirhiyon me beth k kitabain parhti or kbi barishon k mosam me nazmain likhti..
woh janti thi..haqiqat apna wajood rakhti thi..lekin khawb dekhne ki aazadi to har kisi ko hoti hai..
waqat apne hi andaz me guzr raha tha..
ab woh bari ho chuki thi.us k waldain ko b us ki baki sb hum'umar larkiyon ki tarha us ki shadi ki fikar satayi to akhir use b piya dais sudharna para..or ankhon me dhheron khawb,dil me mujzan uchute jazbe or apni sari kitabain,paintings or nazmen ly kar wida ho gyi..jate jate boht se logo ko udas kar gyi,ye pehla alwida tha..boht se purane rishton se alag ho kar naye rishton se jurna tha..rishte to rishten hote hain purane hon ya naye..uneh humesha muhabbat,khaloos or apnaiyat ki zarurt hoti hai..
Salman ek business man tha, khasa sober,or sanjida shakhs,be'had haqiqat pasnd..Mehro se boht mukhtalif sochon ka maliq..behar'haal mehar k jazbon ka markaz..
waqat par lgaye udh raha tha..boht se mushkilen thi..naye mahool me khud ko adjust karna mushkil tha..phir waqat k sath sath har cheez badal jati hai..sb kuch sambhal jata hai..
shyd hum khud badal jate hain..waqat or halaat badal dete hain..
Ariba or Umar k aane se zindgi me ek or rang badala tha..masroofiyat me mazeed izafa huva tha..
muhabbaten b mazeed taqseem ho rahi the..zindgi is qadr masrooof ho gyi thi k apni zaat k liye waqat hi nhi tha..
aj yon hi nayi setting karne ki garz se us ne almari me saji kitabon ko dekha tha..
apnaiyat ka ehsas huva tha..boht si cheezon se humara boht achuta sa rishta hota hai..us ne almari se ek kitab uthayi thi..jis me gard jami pari thi..bilkul ese jese kisi dost ko boht arse bad milen or dosti k rishte pe narazgiyon ki ki gard jam jaye..pheeki hoti huvi muskarahat se us ne kitab ko khola tha..pehle safe me likhi ek line..
jise parh k us k ankhen me sitare bhar aaye the..
"Apni rangon or titliyon jesi dost k liye ye ek tohfa"
ye novel use Abiha ne kayi saal pehle us ki birthday pe gift kia tha..boht si khoobsorat yaadain thi doston k sath..
lekin ab pata nhi sb kahan the..kuch pata nhi..han kbi kbi eid pe ya us ki birthday par ek call aati Abiha ki..ye ehsas dilane k liye k zindgi me ulajhen or masroofiyat hain lekin phr b hum yaadon k safr me aj b ek sath hain.
is almari me or boht se cards the..jis pe likhe khoobsorat alfaz..use kisi na kisi moke ki yaad dila rahe the..
kitaabon k nichen gard me ati ek diary..
jise khoolte hi use ehsas huva tha jese boht se jugnu udh kar idhr udhr bikhar gaye hon..
us me likhi kayi nazmen.
us ne muskarate huve is nazm ko dekha tha..jise us ne 15 saal ki umar me yon hi likha tha..
khair..ab zindgi nazmon se nikal kar or hi simat me chal rhi thi..
kuch qirtas pe bhikhre rang b the..yanipaintings..
is almari me us ki zindgi ka qimati'tareen asasa tha..
aj woh yon hi bhool kar idhr aa gyi thi..use kisi khoye huve dost k wapis mil jane ka ehsas huva tha..aj shadi k 10 saal bad boht kuch badal gya tha..us ki apni zaat,uski sochen or pasnd b..use ab ye b yaad nhi raha tha k use khud ko kya pasnd hai...han itna pata tha..us k apnon ko kya acha lgta hai..
in kitabon k liye waqat kahan tha..zindgi masroof tareen ho gyi thi..in sb cheezon ko kisi almari me yon sanbhal kar rakh dena hi behtar tha..
nazmon ki baat to alag..use aksr Salman ne kaha tha..Mehar us dunya se nikala aao,,ye kya bachon ki tarha jazbati si ho....be practical Mehru..ab woh kitabon ki dunya se nikal kar amli dunya me aayi thi to itni practical ho gyi thi..k apni zaat ko bhool gyi thi..ab to badalte mosamon me khawabon se bhujhal ankhen b nhi thi us ki..ya shyd ab to tabeeron k mosam the..
us ne khirki se bahir dekha tha..bahir barish ho rhi thi..ek bar phr us ka dil barish me bheegne ko chaha..lekin ab nhi...
Main ek Aam si Larki meri ik aam si khawaish..
Angan me ik pedh or pedh me rimjhim Barish..!
Meharooooooooo...
bahir se kisi ki awaz aayi thi..
or woh phir hosh ki dunya me loti thi...us ne apni diary ko phir almari me rakha tha..
pagal hon main b..meharo zindgi b bhala humari apni hoti hai..ise to hume boht se logo k liye jina hota hai..humara waqat, humari attentions, humari muhabbat, humari inaayatain,humare khawb humare boht apnon k liye hote hain..jin k liye agr hum apni zindgi me ya apni zaat me kuch badal lete hain to kya burai hai..yahi muhabbaton ka taqaza hai..akhir ye zindgi hai sb kuch humesha ek sa nhi rehta..waqat k sath or mahool k sath badalte rehna chaheye..or dil ko ye smjhate rehna chaheye ye samjota to nhi bal'k muhabbaton ko nibhane ka tariqa hai..
akhir woh Mehru thi mehar k rangon se bani Mehru
painting,kitaabain,shairy yahi shok the us k ..zindgi k fikar se boht dor ek hansti muskarati zindgi ..jis ka bachpan pariyon ki kahaniyon se shuru huva..phir sakhiyon k sath gudiyan kheelte kheelte albeli si umar k is hise me punch kar b use khawbon or yaadon ko humesha mehfooz rakha tha..
kbi kbi woh bhari dopeharon me sirhiyon me beth k kitabain parhti or kbi barishon k mosam me nazmain likhti..
woh janti thi..haqiqat apna wajood rakhti thi..lekin khawb dekhne ki aazadi to har kisi ko hoti hai..
waqat apne hi andaz me guzr raha tha..
ab woh bari ho chuki thi.us k waldain ko b us ki baki sb hum'umar larkiyon ki tarha us ki shadi ki fikar satayi to akhir use b piya dais sudharna para..or ankhon me dhheron khawb,dil me mujzan uchute jazbe or apni sari kitabain,paintings or nazmen ly kar wida ho gyi..jate jate boht se logo ko udas kar gyi,ye pehla alwida tha..boht se purane rishton se alag ho kar naye rishton se jurna tha..rishte to rishten hote hain purane hon ya naye..uneh humesha muhabbat,khaloos or apnaiyat ki zarurt hoti hai..
Salman ek business man tha, khasa sober,or sanjida shakhs,be'had haqiqat pasnd..Mehro se boht mukhtalif sochon ka maliq..behar'haal mehar k jazbon ka markaz..
waqat par lgaye udh raha tha..boht se mushkilen thi..naye mahool me khud ko adjust karna mushkil tha..phir waqat k sath sath har cheez badal jati hai..sb kuch sambhal jata hai..
shyd hum khud badal jate hain..waqat or halaat badal dete hain..
Ariba or Umar k aane se zindgi me ek or rang badala tha..masroofiyat me mazeed izafa huva tha..
muhabbaten b mazeed taqseem ho rahi the..zindgi is qadr masrooof ho gyi thi k apni zaat k liye waqat hi nhi tha..
aj yon hi nayi setting karne ki garz se us ne almari me saji kitabon ko dekha tha..
apnaiyat ka ehsas huva tha..boht si cheezon se humara boht achuta sa rishta hota hai..us ne almari se ek kitab uthayi thi..jis me gard jami pari thi..bilkul ese jese kisi dost ko boht arse bad milen or dosti k rishte pe narazgiyon ki ki gard jam jaye..pheeki hoti huvi muskarahat se us ne kitab ko khola tha..pehle safe me likhi ek line..
jise parh k us k ankhen me sitare bhar aaye the..
"Apni rangon or titliyon jesi dost k liye ye ek tohfa"
ye novel use Abiha ne kayi saal pehle us ki birthday pe gift kia tha..boht si khoobsorat yaadain thi doston k sath..
lekin ab pata nhi sb kahan the..kuch pata nhi..han kbi kbi eid pe ya us ki birthday par ek call aati Abiha ki..ye ehsas dilane k liye k zindgi me ulajhen or masroofiyat hain lekin phr b hum yaadon k safr me aj b ek sath hain.
is almari me or boht se cards the..jis pe likhe khoobsorat alfaz..use kisi na kisi moke ki yaad dila rahe the..
kitaabon k nichen gard me ati ek diary..
jise khoolte hi use ehsas huva tha jese boht se jugnu udh kar idhr udhr bikhar gaye hon..
us me likhi kayi nazmen.
ye asma'n aj nikhra nikhra sa kyun ?
ye mann aj bikhra bikhra sa kyun ?
aasar hain kisi dhanak ki ru'numai k
ya kisi dehakati shama se aashnai k
ibtida-e-sham me koi sitara damke
ya muthi me koi be'taab jugnu!
nahi!
bas ye to haalaat ki tana bani hai
ya kachi umar or nadani hai!
han bs!
yehi kahani hai..
yehi zindgani hai..!!
ye mann aj bikhra bikhra sa kyun ?
aasar hain kisi dhanak ki ru'numai k
ya kisi dehakati shama se aashnai k
ibtida-e-sham me koi sitara damke
ya muthi me koi be'taab jugnu!
nahi!
bas ye to haalaat ki tana bani hai
ya kachi umar or nadani hai!
han bs!
yehi kahani hai..
yehi zindgani hai..!!
us ne muskarate huve is nazm ko dekha tha..jise us ne 15 saal ki umar me yon hi likha tha..
khair..ab zindgi nazmon se nikal kar or hi simat me chal rhi thi..
kuch qirtas pe bhikhre rang b the..yanipaintings..
is almari me us ki zindgi ka qimati'tareen asasa tha..
aj woh yon hi bhool kar idhr aa gyi thi..use kisi khoye huve dost k wapis mil jane ka ehsas huva tha..aj shadi k 10 saal bad boht kuch badal gya tha..us ki apni zaat,uski sochen or pasnd b..use ab ye b yaad nhi raha tha k use khud ko kya pasnd hai...han itna pata tha..us k apnon ko kya acha lgta hai..
in kitabon k liye waqat kahan tha..zindgi masroof tareen ho gyi thi..in sb cheezon ko kisi almari me yon sanbhal kar rakh dena hi behtar tha..
nazmon ki baat to alag..use aksr Salman ne kaha tha..Mehar us dunya se nikala aao,,ye kya bachon ki tarha jazbati si ho....be practical Mehru..ab woh kitabon ki dunya se nikal kar amli dunya me aayi thi to itni practical ho gyi thi..k apni zaat ko bhool gyi thi..ab to badalte mosamon me khawabon se bhujhal ankhen b nhi thi us ki..ya shyd ab to tabeeron k mosam the..
us ne khirki se bahir dekha tha..bahir barish ho rhi thi..ek bar phr us ka dil barish me bheegne ko chaha..lekin ab nhi...
Main ek Aam si Larki meri ik aam si khawaish..
Angan me ik pedh or pedh me rimjhim Barish..!
Meharooooooooo...
bahir se kisi ki awaz aayi thi..
or woh phir hosh ki dunya me loti thi...us ne apni diary ko phir almari me rakha tha..
pagal hon main b..meharo zindgi b bhala humari apni hoti hai..ise to hume boht se logo k liye jina hota hai..humara waqat, humari attentions, humari muhabbat, humari inaayatain,humare khawb humare boht apnon k liye hote hain..jin k liye agr hum apni zindgi me ya apni zaat me kuch badal lete hain to kya burai hai..yahi muhabbaton ka taqaza hai..akhir ye zindgi hai sb kuch humesha ek sa nhi rehta..waqat k sath or mahool k sath badalte rehna chaheye..or dil ko ye smjhate rehna chaheye ye samjota to nhi bal'k muhabbaton ko nibhane ka tariqa hai..
akhir woh Mehru thi mehar k rangon se bani Mehru