demakon ki malka se aik mulaqaat
demakon ki malka se aik mulaqaat, aik zamana tha jab mera ziyada tar waqt laybriryon mein guzarta tha, lekin jab mein ne dekha ke kisi ne sach kaha hai ke ilm ki doulat aadmi ke paas aik baar ajati hai to phir kabhi nahi jati. mein ne laakh koshish ki ke –apne andar yeh jo ilm ka iflaas hai usay kisi terhan bahar nikellon aur is ki jagah jahalat ki doulat se –apne saaray wujood ko malaa maal kardoon, magar yeh kaam nah ho saka .
yeh aur baat hai ke aik arsa tak ilm se lagataar aur musalsal daur rehne ki wajah se mein ne thori bohat taraqqi kar li hai, magar pichlle dinon baat kuch yun hui ke mein –apne aik dost ke sath kahin ja raha tha. rasta mein usay achanak aik zaroori kaam yaad agaya. is ne kaha ke woh do ghanton mein wapas aajay ga. tab tak mein yahin is ka intzaar karoon .
samnay aik park tha. socha ke yahan waqt guzaar lon, lekin is Umar mein nojawanon ki khush gawaar msrofiton aur nakhush gawaar harkato mein mukhil hona pasand nah aaya. samnay aik hotel tha jahan nihayat onche aawaz mein moseeqi ko baja kar gahkon ko hotel ke andar anay se roka ja raha tha. ab woh purani library hi barabar mein reh gayi thi jis mein, mein –apne zamana jahliat mein nihayat pabandi se jaya karta tha .
khayaal aaya ke chalo aaj library mein chal kar dekhte hain ke kis haal mein hain yaranِ watan. afsos hwa ke ab bhi wahan kuch log ilm ki doulat ko semathnay mein masroof thay. choo ke ilm ki doulat churaie nahi ja sakti. isi liye aik sahib zaroori ilm ko haasil karne ke baad –apne saaray ghoray beech kar kitaab par sar rakh kar so rahay thay. charon taraf kitaaben hi kitaaben theen. bohat dinon baad lisan alaser hazrat shakespear, Musawir fitrat allama word swthrt, Shams ulma thomas hardi, masoom gham jaan cats waghera ki kitabon ka deedar karne ka mauqa mila .
mein ne socha ke un kitabon mein ab mere liye kya rakha hai. kyun nah urdu kitabon ki waraq gardani ki jaye. chana chay jab mein library ke urdu section mein daakhil hwa to yun laga jaisay mein kisi bhoot bangla mein daakhil hogaya hon. mein khauf zada sa ho gaya, lekin dartay dartay mein ne gird mein aﭨ hui’ kuliyat Meer ‘ kholi to dekha ke is mein se aik mouti tazi deemak bhagnay ki koshish kar rahi hai. mein usay maarna hi chahta tha ke achanak deemak ne kaha ,
” khabardaar! jo mujhe haath lagaya to. mein demakon ki malka hon. ba adab ba mulahiza hooshiyar. abhi abhi Mohammad Hussain azad ki’ aabِ hayaat’ ka khtama kar ke yahan pohanchi hon. jis ne’ aabِ hayaat’ pi rakha ho usay tum kya maro ge. qaatil se dabnay walay ae aasmaa nahi hum.’ ‘
demakon ki malka se aik mulaqaat, deemak ke mun se urdu ke misraa ko sun kar mein bhonchka reh gaya. mein ne herat se kaha,’ ‘ tum to bohat Achi urdu bol layte ho balkay urdu shairoon par bhi haath saaf kar layte ho.’ ‘
boli,’ ‘ ab to urdu adab hi mera avrhhna bichona aur khana piinaa ban gaya hai.’ ‘
poocha,’ ‘ kya urdu zabaan tumhe bohat pasand hai ?’ ‘
boli,’ ‘ pasand napasand ka kya sawal peda hota hai. zindagi mein sab se barri ahmiyat aaraam aur sukoon ki hoti hai jo yahan mujhe mil jata hai. tum jis samaaj mein rehtay ho wahan aaraam, sukoon aur shanti ka daur daur tak kahin koi pata nahi hai. aman o Amaan ki talaash mein maaray maaray phirtay ho. ab agar mein yahan aaraam se rehne lagi hon to tumhe kyun takleef ho rahi hai.’ ‘
mein ne poocha,’ ‘ lekin tumhe yahan sukoon kis terhan mil jata hai ?’ ‘
boli,’ ‘ un kitabon ko padhany ke liye ab yahan koi aata hi nahi hai. mujhe to yun lagta hai jaisay yeh saari kitaaben mere liye food coopration of India ka darja rakhti hain. mujhe to yaqeen hai ke tum jo ab yahan aaye ho to tum bhi kitaaben padhany ke liye nahi aaye ho. kahin tum khud msnnf to nahi ho ?’ ‘
mein ne herat se poocha,’ ‘ tum ne kaisay pehchana ke mein msnnf hon.’ ‘
demakon ki malka se aik mulaqaat, boli,’ ‘ mein tumhe janti hon. aik risala ki waraq noshi karte hue mein ne tumhari tasweer dekhi thi balkay thori si tasweer khayi bhi thi. aik dam bad zayega aur karvi kaseeli niklee. halan ke woh tumhari jawani ki tasweer thi. phir bhi itni karvi ke kayi dinon tak mun ka maza kharab raha. mein to barri mushkil se sirf tumhari ankhen hi kha saki thi kyun ke tumahray chehray mein khanay ke liye hai hi kya. tum urdu ke musanifon mein yahi to kharabi hai ke taswerain hamesha apni nojawani ki chhpwate ho aur tahreerein bachon ki si likhte ho .
aur haan khoob yaad aaya tum ne kabhi srsid Ahmed Khan ko baghair daarhi ke dekha hai? nahi dekha to’ ki woh jald dekh lo jo samnay pari hai. aik din khayaal aaya ke sir siid daarhi aur apni makhsoos topi ke baghair kaisay lagtay hon ge. is khayaal ke atay hi mein ne barray jatan ke sath sir siid Ahmed Khan ki saari daarhi nihayat ahthyat se khalee. phir topi ka safaya kya. ab jo sir siid Ahmed Khan ki tasweer dekhi to maamla wohi tha. Qais tasweer ke parday mein bhi uryaan nikla. ab yeh tasweer mere art ka aik nadir namona hai .
mujhe tasweeron mein muskorahatein bohat pasand aati hain. Moona Liza ki muskurahat to itni khayi ke kayi baar bad hazmi ho gayi. zamane ko is ki muskurahat aaj tak samajh mein nahi aayi. mujhe is ka zayega samajh mein nahi aaya. ajeeb khut meetha sa zayega hai. khatay jao to bas khatay hi chalay jao. pait bhallay hi bhar jaye, lekin niit nahi bharti.’ ‘
mein ne kaha,’ ‘ tum to art ke baray mein bhi bohat kuch janti ho.’ ‘
boli,’ ‘ jab aadmi ka pait bhara ho to woh art aur culture ki taraf Raghib hota hai. mein ne dekha hai ke keeron makoron ka pait bhar jaye to woh bhi yahi karte hain. tab ehsas sun-hwa ke insanon aur keeron makoron mein koi ziyada farq nahi hai. kher ab to tum log bhi apni zindagi hashrat al arz ki terhan hi guzaar rahay ho.’ ‘
mein ne kaha,’ ‘ urdu adab par to tumhari gehri nazar hai.’ ‘
demakon ki malka se aik mulaqaat
boli,’ ‘ ab jo koi is ki taraf nazar utha kar daikhta hi nahi to socha ke kyun nah mein hi nazar rakh lon.’ ‘
