Haakuji
Epic Legend
Raat ka waqt tha. Train apni raftaar se aage badh rahi thi. Khidki ke bahar andhera tha, lekin andar har seat par apni-apni kahaniyan chal rahi thi.
Koi ghar laut raha tha…
Koi apno se milne ja raha tha…
Koi nayi zindagi ki shuruaat ke liye shehar badal raha tha…
Aur koi sirf isliye safar kar raha tha kyunki peeche chhod aaya ghar ab pehle jaisa nahi raha tha.
Ek kone wali seat par ek buzurg aadmi chupchaap khidki ke bahar dekh rahe the. Unke haath mein ek purani si diary thi. Saamne baitha ek ladka baar-baar unki diary ki taraf dekh raha tha.
Kuch der baad ladke ne pooch liya,
“Dadaji, ismein kya likha hai?”
Buzurg muskuraaye aur bole,
“Safar…”
Ladka hairaan hua, “Safar?”
Unhone diary kholi aur kaha,
“Zindagi mein jin logon se mila, jinhe khoya, jinse bichhda… sab isi mein likha hai.”
Phir woh thodi der chup rahe aur bole—
“Beta, train ki sabse ajeeb baat pata hai?”
Ladka bola, “Kya?”
Buzurg ne khidki ke bahar dekhte hue kaha—
“Har station par kuch log utar jaate hain aur kuch naye log chadh jaate hain… bilkul zindagi ki tarah.”
Kuch log hamare safar ka sirf ek station hote hain,
aur kuch log poori zindagi ka safar ban jaate hain.
Train apni manzil ki taraf badhti rahi…
Aur shayad us raat us ladke ko samajh aa gaya tha—
“Zindagi mein manzil zaroori hai, lekin safar mein mile log aur unse judi yaadein usse bhi zyada keemti hoti hain.”
Koi ghar laut raha tha…
Koi apno se milne ja raha tha…
Koi nayi zindagi ki shuruaat ke liye shehar badal raha tha…
Aur koi sirf isliye safar kar raha tha kyunki peeche chhod aaya ghar ab pehle jaisa nahi raha tha.
Ek kone wali seat par ek buzurg aadmi chupchaap khidki ke bahar dekh rahe the. Unke haath mein ek purani si diary thi. Saamne baitha ek ladka baar-baar unki diary ki taraf dekh raha tha.
Kuch der baad ladke ne pooch liya,
“Dadaji, ismein kya likha hai?”
Buzurg muskuraaye aur bole,
“Safar…”
Ladka hairaan hua, “Safar?”
Unhone diary kholi aur kaha,
“Zindagi mein jin logon se mila, jinhe khoya, jinse bichhda… sab isi mein likha hai.”
Phir woh thodi der chup rahe aur bole—
“Beta, train ki sabse ajeeb baat pata hai?”
Ladka bola, “Kya?”
Buzurg ne khidki ke bahar dekhte hue kaha—
“Har station par kuch log utar jaate hain aur kuch naye log chadh jaate hain… bilkul zindagi ki tarah.”
Kuch log hamare safar ka sirf ek station hote hain,
aur kuch log poori zindagi ka safar ban jaate hain.
Train apni manzil ki taraf badhti rahi…
Aur shayad us raat us ladke ko samajh aa gaya tha—
“Zindagi mein manzil zaroori hai, lekin safar mein mile log aur unse judi yaadein usse bhi zyada keemti hoti hain.”
