Ajnabi Dost
Ajnabi Dost
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Beech bale station bole rukh rukh rukh rukh rukh rukh
Tadak bhadak lohe ki sadak ; Wahaan se yahaan yahaan se wahaan
Mangalore Bangalore bangalore mangalore
Chhooo chhooo chhooo chhooo chhooo chhooo chhooo
Ashok kumar ki yeh gaana yaad aagayi, jab wo Train ki humsafar ki yaad
ayi, woh ek dost ki yaad ayi. Banglaore hi ja rahi thi men. Ek conference tha
IISc Bangalore men. Bese dekha jaye hum PhD logon ka kaam hi wahi hai, apne
kaam ka exhibition karte rahena. Exhibition ki tarah value lagaya nehi jata,
par han ache kaam ka sanman kiya zaroor jata hai. Toh wo conference ke liye jana tha. Yeh baat
pehele ghar men boli thi. Har baar ki tarah ish baar bhi mummy ka pehela
question –“beta tum akele kaise jaoge? Muhje toh neend nahi ayegi. Koi tumhare
sath ja rahe hain department se”. Aur mera har baar ki tarah ek hi answer-“
nahi mama men akele ja rahi hoon. Kuch problem nehi hoga. Men chali jaungi. Pehele
bhi toh gayi hoon” . kabhi kabhi sochti hoon yeh mummy log itna darte kyun hai,
abhi toh hum bade ho gaye hain. Par maa toh maa hi hain. Sayad khud maa baneke
baad hi ish raaz ka pata hame chelega ke kyun bo itna pyar karte hain bacho se.
Kher kuch din ke baad, registrations fees bhar diya aur ticket karna baki tha,
mummy ne bola ki wo muhje akele jane nehi degi aur mere sath jayegi. Mene unka
bhi tickets karwa diya. Kuch din men hum log nikal pade Bangalore. Akele jati
toh koi paresani nehi hoti, but abhi mummy meri responsibility lag rahi thi. Hum
log baaten karte huye, gaana sunte huye ja rahe the. Agal bagal men bhi ache co
passenger the. Mummy ki achi dosti ho gayi thi. Wo baat kar rahe the. Men apni
kitawob men khoyi huyi thi. Sayad koi story book padh rahi thi. Muhje books
padha bahot achha lagta hai. Mazak men bhai behen shaadi men books gift denge
chidate rehete hain.bhai behen ka fundamental right hai bol sakte hain apas men
tang chichai karna. Men apni duniya men khoyi huyi thi aur mummy apni. Beech beeech
men aur mummy baat karte the, bahar ke nazare dekh rahe the, chatpati snacks ka
maza le rahe the, achanak ek jann ake puchne lage men IISc ja rahi hoon ya
nehi. Mene han boli. Fir baat karna suru kar diye. Han jaise koi stranger ke
sath baat karte hain, bese formality maintain karke baat chal raha tha. English
men suru hogaya tha apne apne Phd life ki kahani doono ki jubani. Wo bhi
conference men ja rahe the. Mummy odiya language men puchi ke men ishe janti
hoon ya nehi. Wo sochi ki wo mere classmate hain. Mummy ko samjayi ki wo XIMB
men Phd kar rahe hain. Pehele sochi ki wo oriya hain par wo Allabad ke rehene
bale the. Baat wahot samay tak chal raha tha.Par men jada baat nehi kar rahi
thi. Muhje thoda logon pe jaldi bharosa nehi ata. Dheere dheere waqt guzar
gaya. Bangalore station karreb aaraha tha, wo ake puche milke conference venue
men jane ko. Mene han kar di. Mummy boli tum jante nehi ho, firbhi kaise han
kardi. Mene mummy ko samjhai koi baat nehi, wo bhi ek participant hain. Hum logon
pahanch gaye, Venue men. Wo bahot help kiye, venue men pahochne men. Next day
conference tha. Mera tabiyat thi nehi lag raha tha, par men padhai karna start
kiya, but mummy bore ho jayegi sochke baat ki. Wo ghar ko miss kar rahi thi. Next
day conference men gaye. Sab thik thak chal raha tha. Wo train ke stranger abhi
thoda dost ban gaye the. Sham ke time pata chala unko best paper ki award mila
hai. Mummy khush ho gayi ke jiske sath hum milke aye jisko jante the un ko
prize mil raha hai. Sab mummy papa ko wahi pasand hai, jo achha padte hain. Mummy
ki mun se ush ajnabi dost ki padhai ki tareef sunke muhje bhi mann huya ki men
prize leti toh mummy badi khush hoti. Sham hogaya, dinner ke time fir mile ush
ajnabi dost se. Baat chit ke silse chalti rahi. Mere chehere pe smile tha as
usual, but andar se kuch achha nehi lag raha tha.Syad fever ho gaya tha. Tez bukhar
hai, agar yeh bolungi toh mummy ko tension ho jayega. Yeh sochke kuch nehi
boli. Fir pabas guest house chale gaye. Chalne ki takat bhi nehi tha. Mera chehera
dekhke mummy ko pata chal gaya ki mera tabiyat thik nehi hai. Tension men
agayi. Men so gayi raat ko, lekin sayad mummy so nehi payi raat bhar, subhe mummy
ush ajnabi dost ko phone ki and wo log kuch arrange kiye doctor jene ke liye.
Subhe jab jagi toh dekha wo dost samne khae hoke bol rahe hain “bukhar ke sath
dosti maat kijiye” mazak ke mood men the sayad. Bada help kiye the. Abhi wo
ajnabi dost sirf dost ban gaye the. Jo mummy har time kahin jane se pehele
muhje bolti thi, kisi ajnabi se baat maat karna, wo khud ish train ki humsaf ki
tareef karne lagi thi. Sach hi toh hai, aaj kal apno se umeed nehi ka sakte, wo
toh anjabi hoke bhi bahot sath diye musibaat ke time.
Jaise Samander men leher ate jate hain
Zindegi men bahot sare logon ate jate hain
Kuch ajnabi banke rehe jate hain
Kuch humsafar dost ke naam se rehe jate hain
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