Meri Zindagi ka aik Tukrra
Harvard University se graduation karnay waali pehli naabeena aur behri khatoon, aur darjan bhar se zyaada kutub ki musannifah Helen Keller kehti hai:
“Andhay honay se bhi badtar yeh hai ke bsaarat ho magar baseerat na ho.”
Us ne apnay fikr o amal se is baat ka saboot paish kiya ke insaan ka hosla buland ho tau woh kisi bhi qism ki rakaawat par qaabu paa sakta hai.
Us ki zindagi mei’n masbat inqilaab laanay waali teacher Miss Sullivan ne Helen ke baaray mei’n apnay jazbaat ka izhaar in alfaaz mei’n kiya:
“Helen ko sikhaana mera kaam tha lekin ulta Helen ne mujhe bohat kuch sikhaya. Woh ek ghair maamooli rooh hai, jis ne mujhe sabr, mohabbat aur yaqeen ki haqeeqi taqat se roshnaas karaya.”
Intihaa darjay ki mayoosiyon ka saamna karnay kay bawajood logo’n mei’n umeed baantnay waali zinda-dil Helen ka khyaal tha:
“Jab ek darwaza band hota hai tau doosra khul jaata hai, lekin hum aksar band darwaazay par itni dair tak afsos kartay rehtay hai’n ke khulay darwaazay ki taraf hmaara dhyaan hi nahi jaata.”
Zail mei’n us ki tehreer ka ek tukrra paish-e-khidmat hai.
Meri Zindagi ka aik Tukrra
1887 ke mausam-e-garma ke waqeaat, ab bhi mujhay yaad hai’n jo meri rooh ki achaanak baidaari ka baa’is bbay. May aur to kuch na kar paati, bas haatho’n se har shay ko chhooti aur us lams se un kay naam yaad karti. Jitna zyaada may cheezo’n ko chhoo kar un kay naam aur kaam kay baaray mei’n jaanti, mairay andar utna hi zyaada baaqi duniya se aashnai kay liye musarrat aur aitmaad mei’n izaafa hota gya.
Jab Gul-e-Dauudi aur Gul-e-Ashrafi kay bonay ka waqt aaya, Miss Sullivan mera haath pakar kar khaito’n ki jaanib le gayee’n. Jahaa’n Daryaa-e-Tennessee kay kinaaro’n par kisaan beej bonay ki tayyari kar rahay thay aur wahaa’n narm garm ghaas par baithay mujhay fitrat ki mehrbaani ka pehla sabaq mila. Mai’nay jaana, kis tarah dhoop aur baarish ke sangam se zameen par aisa aisa darakht phalta phoolta hai jisay daikhnay se musarrat milti hai aur jo hmai’n khoraak bhi deta hai. Kaisay parinday apnay ghonslay bna kar rehtay aur ek jagah se doosri jagah hijrat kar-kay nash-o-numa paatay hai’n. Kis tarah gilahri, hiran, shair aur baaqi makhlooq apni khoraak aur panaah-gaah hasil karti hai. In cheezo’n kay mutalliq mairay ilm mei’n jis qadr izaafa hota gya, mairay liye duniya ki lazzat ka ehsaas usi qadr barhta chlaa gya. Bohat arsa qabl, mai’nay riyaazi kay swaal hal karna aur zameen ki saakht ko byan karna seekh liya tha.
Miss Sullivan ne mujhay khushboo-daar janglaat, ghaas ki har patti aur apni nannhi behan ke haath ke paich-o-kham mei’n posheeda khubsurti se lutuf andoz honay ka funn sikha diya tha. Unho’n ne mai’ray ibtidaai khyaalat ko fitrat se marboot kar diya tha aur mujhay yeh ehsaas dilayaa tha keh “parinday, phool aur may, aapas mei’n gehray dost hain.”
Magar phir mujhay ek tajurbay se yeh maaloom hua ke fitrat hamesha mehrbaan nahi hoti. Aik roz meri teacher aur may tweel sair kay baad waapas aa rahay thay. Subah mausam suhaana tha magar jab hum ghar waapas aa rahay thay tau garmi aur ghutan barh gyi thi. Dau ya teen baar hum rastay mei’n ugay kisi darakht kay neechay aaraam karnay kay liye bhi rukay. Hmaara aakhri qiyaam, ghar se thoray faaslay par ugay aik khud-rau cherry kay darakht kay neechay tha. Darakht ka saya raahat bakhsh tha, aur darakht par charhna itna aasaan tha ke apni teacher ki madad se may haath paao’n hilaati us ki shaakho’n se bani nashist mei’n baith gyi. Darakht kay neechay aisi thandak thi ke Miss Sullivan ne tajweez di; hum dopehar ka khaana idhar hi khaa lei’n. May ne waada kiya, aaraam se idhar hi baithi rahungi, jab ke woh dopehar ka khaana lai’nay ghar chali gyee’n.
Achaanak darakht ke ird gird mausam mei’n tabdeeli aa gayi. Hwaa mei’n dhoop ki hiddat khatm ho gayi. May jaan gayi, aasman tareek ho gaya hai, kyun-keh woh tmaam hiddat, jiska maa’ni mai’ray liye roshni tha, aahista aahista kam hoti chali gayi. Mitti se ajeeb o ghareeb boo mehsoos honay lagi. Mujhay is ka ilm tha, toofan-e-bad-o-baaran se qabl hamesha aisi boo aati thi aur phir benaam se khauf ne mai’ray dil ko jakarr liya. Mujhay is mukhlis zameen aur apnay dosto’n se juda ho kar yaksar tanhaai ka ehsaas hua. Kisi zabardast na-ma’noos andaishay ne mujhay ghair liya. May but bnee teacher kay intezaar mei’n baithi thi, ek larza khaiz ehsaas mai’ray andar reengta chalaa gya. Mujhay apni teacher kay laut aanay ki khaahish hui magar is se barh kar yeh ke may us darakht se neechay utarna chaahti thi.
Ek lamha manhoos si khaamoshi rahi aur phir un-ginat patto’n ki sar’sraa’hat ka shor tha. Saara darakht jhoolnay laga aur tund-o-taiz hwaa ka aisa zor-aawar hamla hua ke agar may ne poori quwat se us shaakh ko thaama na hota to may gir chuki hoti. Darakht jhoolta aur bal khaata gya. Chhoti tehniyaa’n toot kar mai’ray ird gird bikharnay lagi’n. Mai’ray andar darakht se kood janay ki be-ikhtiyaar tehreek uthi magar khauf ne mujhay udhar hi jmaaye rakhaa. May darakht ki us shaakh par dabki baithi rahi. Nannhi shaakhai’n mujh par barasti rahi’n. Kabhi kabhaar, karakht aawaaz sunaai deti, jaisay koi bhaari cheez aahista aahista usi shaakh par gir rahi ho jis par may baithi hui thi. Abhi may isi soch mei’n thi ke darakht aur may akathay hi girai’n gay; meri teacher ne mera haath thaam liya aur neechay utarnay mei’n meri madad ki. May apnay paao’n ke neechay zameen ko ek baar phir mehsoos kar ke khushi se machaltay huway un ke saath chimit gyi. Tab mujhay ek nya sabaq mila,
“Fitrat apni makhlooq ko mushkilaat se nibard aazma bhi karti hai aur is ki b’zaahir masoom shakl kay andar na-qaabil-e-itmaad shikanjay bhi posheeda hai’n.”
Is tajurbay kay baad, kaafi arsa tak, may phir se kisi darakht par nahi charrhi bal’kay is khyaal se hi mai’ray andar wahshat taari ho jaati. Bil-aakhir pooray joban mei’n khilay huway Mimosa darakht ki dil-faraib jaazibiyat ne mai’ray andar kay khauf ko maghloob kar diya. Mausam-e-bahaar ki ek suhaani subah, jab may saaye khaanay mei’n akaili, mehv-e-mutaala thi, mujhay hwaa mei’n hairaan-kun bheeni bheeni khushboo mehsoos hui. Is se sehr-zadaah ho kar may ne be-ikhtiyaar apnay haath phaila diye. Yuu’n lagta tha, pooray saaye khaanay me’in bahaar smaa gyi hai.
“Yeh kya hai?”
Maiy ne khud se swal kiya,
aur aglay hi lamhay, may Mimosa ke shugoofo’n ki mehak se aashkaar hui. May baagh ke doosray konay tak gayi kyun-ke mujhay ilm tha raastay kay morr kay bilkul qareeb Mimosa ka darakht tha. Haa’n, yeh udhar hi tha, dhoop ki hiddat mei’n jhoomti hui shugoofon se ladi is ki shaakhai’n zameen par ugay lambi ghaas ko chhoo rahi thee’n.
Is se qabl is duniya mei’n aisi shaan-daar khubsoorti ki jhalak kisi cheez mei’n maujood nahi thi. Is kay narm o naazuk shugoofay dunyaavi lams se sukarr se gaye thay. Aisa lagta tha, jaisay zameen par jannat ka koi darakht uga diya gaya ho. Pattiyo’n ki bo-chhaar kay raastay chalti hui may tanaawar tanay tak aa pahunchi aur ek minute tak udhar yuunhi kharri rahi. Phir dau terrhi merrhi shaakho’n kay darmiyaan chorri si jagah par apna paao’n rakh kar, may darakht kay oopar charhnay ki koshish karnay lagi. Mujhay girift mei’n mushkil paish aa rahi thi kyun-keh shaakhai’n bohat brri thee’n aur darakht ki chhaal mai’ray haatho’n kay liye takleef ka baa’is thi magar mai’ray andar yeh khushnuma ehsaas bhi tha, may kuch ghair maamooli aur hairaan-kun karnay jaa rahi hoo’n. Pus, may oopar charhti chali gyi hatta ke ek chhoti si nashist par pahunch gayi jo kisi ne kaafi arsay pehlay bnaai thi aur yeh darakht hi ka ek hissa ban gayi thi. May wahaa’n kaafi dair tak baithi rahi is ehsas kay saath ke ek pari kisi gulaabi baadal mei’n jhoom rahi hai aur phir kai khushgwaar ghantay may ne isi jannat kay darakht kay neechay sundar khyaalaat aur roshan khaabo’n ki aarzoo mei’n guzaar diye.
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