Apne peechle post main, main ne jis diary ka zikar kiya tha - us ki kahani bhi sun lijye.
Jab aadmi jawani main qadam rakhta hai to samjhta hai ke,duniya ko badal sakta hai. Main medical college main naya naya daakhil huwa tha. Mohallae ke hum 5/6 doston ne jo professional colleges main the apne mohalle se aage kachhi basti main aik chota sa primary school shuru kiya. Aahista aahista purane log Pakistan chor ker america jaane lage magar naye log aate gaye (woh bachhe jo is school se paas hote, hamare saath lag jaate aur karwan barhta jaata). Qanoon ye tha ke sab se senior aadmi ko administrator ya headmaster bana dete. Jab main school ka incharge bana to aik din mere paas, bilqis apa aain. Bilqis apa ko main pehle se jaanta tha. Woh hamare mohalle main rehti thin aur kisi aur school main parhati thin. Un ke mian ko depression ka shadeed marz tha (Pakistan main psychological bimarian bohut ziyada hain aut ilaj ka koi ziyada intizam bhi nahi - it is still a taboo). Bilqis Apa ne kaha: "Mere ghar ka guzara muskil hota hai. Meri akele ki salary se 3 bachhon ko kese parhaun. Apni 2 Lurkion ko kachhi basti tuk bhejne ka dil nahi maanta magar mere bete ko agar aap apne school main parha dain to mera bojh hulka ho jaaye ga". Main ne kaha, "koi baat nahi hai, hamara school to hai hi free aur sab ke liye hai. Aap asif (un ke bete ka naam) ko hamare paas bhej dain". Asif turned out to be an extremely smart kid. Aur phir ghar pe bhi taalim ka intizam tha.
Phir main America aa gaya. Peeche se maalum huwa ke Bilqis apa ko visa mil gaya aur woh akele hi america aa gain. Kabhi kabhi amma se pata lugta unka. Dono bachhion ki shadian ker di. Shohar ka bhi ilaj kerwana shuru kiya aur asif bhi parhai main aage jaate jaate university main paunch gaya. Bus gum yahi tha ke Bilqis apa bachhon se aur bachhe maa se dur rahe. Bilqis apa ne baap ki zimedari bhi nibah di.
2 baras pehle main Pakistan gaya to socha school dekh aaun. School ab metric tak ho gaya tha. Imarat bhi khubsurat bun gai hai. Glasses se bana khubsurat sa office hai. Jo poda hum ne 20/25 baras pehle lagaya tha woh ab tanawar darkhat bun chuka tha. Main school ki office gaya to saare log badal gaye the magar office ke peon baba wahi the. Unhon ne mujhe pechan liye. Kehne lage achha huwa aap aa gaye. Aap ki aik amanat kab se pari hai. Mujhe to kuch yaad na aaya. Kahin se aik box le aaye. Bole: "Aap america jaate huwe ye kuch cheezain chor gaye the. Aap ke baad main ne Madad Ali babu se poocha kiya karun to bole kahin rukh do, aain ge to de dain ge. Aap ne to barson laga diye, ab apni amanat rakhain". Main ne dabba khola to mere aansun bhar aaye. Ander mere Reebok ke woh shoes the jo main ne paisa paisa jor ke khareeda tha. Meri diary thi jis main, main kabhi kabhi kuch likh ke dil halka ker leta tha (jese Karachi wali nazam). Sure Yaseen ki woh kitab, diary ke ander thi jo kisi student ne mujhe gift di thi. Aur sone ki woh choti si anghuti jo meri saatwin (7th) saalgirah pe amma ne mujhe di. Allah jaane main kiun school le gaya tha aur phir wahin kisi daraz main reh gai. Aur kuch puaarane kagaz, ballpens, purani tasveeerain, aik do chasme wagera nikle. Main har cheez ko dekhta aur har cheez se yaadon ka aik toofan jura tha.
Main ne diary aur sure yassen ke ilawa saari cheezain peon baba ko de din ke zaaya ker dain ya rakh lain. Unhon ne anghuti lene se inkaar ker diya. Main ne kaha, school ke fund main jama kara dain. Bahir aaya to aik khubsurat se naujawan ne mujhe dekha, salam kiya. Main to na pechana magar usne kaha."Sir, main asif hun. Bilqis apa ka beta"..
"Arey !, mashallah, jawan ho gaye ho. Kiya kerte ho".
Us ne jawab diya: "Sir! university main genetics main M.Sc ker raha hun".
"Achha ! Pakistan main iska scope hai ? Genetics choose kerne se pehle tum ne job market to dekhi hogi"
Asif ne kaha: "Nahi sir bus jaanna chahta hum, hamare ander ye sub kuch kahan se aata hai aur kahan jaata hai". Main chonk giya.
Main ne kaha: "Samjhdar ho gaye ho".
Mai ne use Banu Qudsiya ki "Raja Gidh" parhne ka mashwara diya.
Phir asif ne aahista se poocha: "Sir ! america main ammi mili kabhi aap ko. Kesi hain woh?. Bohut yaad aati hai".
Main ne kaha: "Mujh se to mulaqat nahi hui kabhi".
Main apna contact de ker wahan se chal para. Mere aansu ke band tootne waale the. Main sochta raha: "Insaan kisi bhi umar ka ho, ma ki zaroorat hamesah rehti hai". Mujhe amma ki di hui anghuti yaad aa gai, magar ab peon baba se kese wapas maangta. Diary aur sure yassen aaj bhi mere paas hai.
Yahi woh diary thi jis se main ne Karachi wali nazam naqal ki magar us diary ke har safhe se jhuri yaadain yaad aati hain !!
(Listen this beautiful song )
Jab aadmi jawani main qadam rakhta hai to samjhta hai ke,duniya ko badal sakta hai. Main medical college main naya naya daakhil huwa tha. Mohallae ke hum 5/6 doston ne jo professional colleges main the apne mohalle se aage kachhi basti main aik chota sa primary school shuru kiya. Aahista aahista purane log Pakistan chor ker america jaane lage magar naye log aate gaye (woh bachhe jo is school se paas hote, hamare saath lag jaate aur karwan barhta jaata). Qanoon ye tha ke sab se senior aadmi ko administrator ya headmaster bana dete. Jab main school ka incharge bana to aik din mere paas, bilqis apa aain. Bilqis apa ko main pehle se jaanta tha. Woh hamare mohalle main rehti thin aur kisi aur school main parhati thin. Un ke mian ko depression ka shadeed marz tha (Pakistan main psychological bimarian bohut ziyada hain aut ilaj ka koi ziyada intizam bhi nahi - it is still a taboo). Bilqis Apa ne kaha: "Mere ghar ka guzara muskil hota hai. Meri akele ki salary se 3 bachhon ko kese parhaun. Apni 2 Lurkion ko kachhi basti tuk bhejne ka dil nahi maanta magar mere bete ko agar aap apne school main parha dain to mera bojh hulka ho jaaye ga". Main ne kaha, "koi baat nahi hai, hamara school to hai hi free aur sab ke liye hai. Aap asif (un ke bete ka naam) ko hamare paas bhej dain". Asif turned out to be an extremely smart kid. Aur phir ghar pe bhi taalim ka intizam tha.
Phir main America aa gaya. Peeche se maalum huwa ke Bilqis apa ko visa mil gaya aur woh akele hi america aa gain. Kabhi kabhi amma se pata lugta unka. Dono bachhion ki shadian ker di. Shohar ka bhi ilaj kerwana shuru kiya aur asif bhi parhai main aage jaate jaate university main paunch gaya. Bus gum yahi tha ke Bilqis apa bachhon se aur bachhe maa se dur rahe. Bilqis apa ne baap ki zimedari bhi nibah di.
2 baras pehle main Pakistan gaya to socha school dekh aaun. School ab metric tak ho gaya tha. Imarat bhi khubsurat bun gai hai. Glasses se bana khubsurat sa office hai. Jo poda hum ne 20/25 baras pehle lagaya tha woh ab tanawar darkhat bun chuka tha. Main school ki office gaya to saare log badal gaye the magar office ke peon baba wahi the. Unhon ne mujhe pechan liye. Kehne lage achha huwa aap aa gaye. Aap ki aik amanat kab se pari hai. Mujhe to kuch yaad na aaya. Kahin se aik box le aaye. Bole: "Aap america jaate huwe ye kuch cheezain chor gaye the. Aap ke baad main ne Madad Ali babu se poocha kiya karun to bole kahin rukh do, aain ge to de dain ge. Aap ne to barson laga diye, ab apni amanat rakhain". Main ne dabba khola to mere aansun bhar aaye. Ander mere Reebok ke woh shoes the jo main ne paisa paisa jor ke khareeda tha. Meri diary thi jis main, main kabhi kabhi kuch likh ke dil halka ker leta tha (jese Karachi wali nazam). Sure Yaseen ki woh kitab, diary ke ander thi jo kisi student ne mujhe gift di thi. Aur sone ki woh choti si anghuti jo meri saatwin (7th) saalgirah pe amma ne mujhe di. Allah jaane main kiun school le gaya tha aur phir wahin kisi daraz main reh gai. Aur kuch puaarane kagaz, ballpens, purani tasveeerain, aik do chasme wagera nikle. Main har cheez ko dekhta aur har cheez se yaadon ka aik toofan jura tha.
Main ne diary aur sure yassen ke ilawa saari cheezain peon baba ko de din ke zaaya ker dain ya rakh lain. Unhon ne anghuti lene se inkaar ker diya. Main ne kaha, school ke fund main jama kara dain. Bahir aaya to aik khubsurat se naujawan ne mujhe dekha, salam kiya. Main to na pechana magar usne kaha."Sir, main asif hun. Bilqis apa ka beta"..
"Arey !, mashallah, jawan ho gaye ho. Kiya kerte ho".
Us ne jawab diya: "Sir! university main genetics main M.Sc ker raha hun".
"Achha ! Pakistan main iska scope hai ? Genetics choose kerne se pehle tum ne job market to dekhi hogi"
Asif ne kaha: "Nahi sir bus jaanna chahta hum, hamare ander ye sub kuch kahan se aata hai aur kahan jaata hai". Main chonk giya.
Main ne kaha: "Samjhdar ho gaye ho".
Mai ne use Banu Qudsiya ki "Raja Gidh" parhne ka mashwara diya.
Phir asif ne aahista se poocha: "Sir ! america main ammi mili kabhi aap ko. Kesi hain woh?. Bohut yaad aati hai".
Main ne kaha: "Mujh se to mulaqat nahi hui kabhi".
Main apna contact de ker wahan se chal para. Mere aansu ke band tootne waale the. Main sochta raha: "Insaan kisi bhi umar ka ho, ma ki zaroorat hamesah rehti hai". Mujhe amma ki di hui anghuti yaad aa gai, magar ab peon baba se kese wapas maangta. Diary aur sure yassen aaj bhi mere paas hai.
Yahi woh diary thi jis se main ne Karachi wali nazam naqal ki magar us diary ke har safhe se jhuri yaadain yaad aati hain !!
(Listen this beautiful song )
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