Qabro’n main nehi hum kau kitaabo’n main utaaro

Argentine ka azeem likhaari Borges likhta hay;
“May kitaab se ho kar hamesha zindagi ki taraf aaya hoon.”

Us kay khyaal main zindagi b’zaat-e-khud kainaat ki azeem tareen kitaab se aik iqtibaas hai. Likhnay waalon ki rooh parwaaz kar jati hai tau un ka wujood apni hee likhi kitaabo’n main dhall jata hai. Yaani phir woh apnay lafzo’n main saans letay hain magar un ki dharkan faqat usay sunaayi deti hai jisay kitaab se ishq ho.

Nobel inaam yaafta, hzaaro’n mzaameen aur muta’addid kitaabo’n kay musannif, Professor Theodor Mommsen kau kitaab se aisa ishq tha keh jab kitaab haath main hoti tau baqi duniya ka hosh hee nah rhta. Aik baar Berlin ki taraf safar kay dauraan woh ghorra-gaarri main baithay kitaab main kuch yuun gharq hua, gird-o-nvaah se yaksar bay-gaanah ho gya. Kuch dair baad paas baithay bchay kay musalsal ronay ka shor sun kar us nay kitaab se nazrain htaaiin aur qdray khfaa ho kar bchay se poocha,
“Beta, kon ho tum? Naam kya hai tumhara?”
Bchay nay hairaani se jwaab diya,
“kyun papa, aap mujhay nehi jaantay? may aap hee ka beta Heinrich hoon.”
Professor muskura diya.

Professor nay jis ishq kay sahaaray zindagi basr ki, maut bhi usi ishq ka aakhri bosa lay kar qabool ki.

26 January, 1903 kau pachaasi bars ka boorha Professor seerhi par charrh kar apni Library kay sab se uuper waalay khaanay main rkhi aik kitaab nikaal kar usi main kho gya aur phir bay-khyaali main maum-batti kau apnay is qadr nazdeek lay aaya, us kay baalo’n main shola bharrak uthaa. Sholay kau bujhaanay kay liye, us nay jaldi se apnay study-gown se sir kau dhaanpnay ki koshish ki magar phir bhi us ka chehra jhulas gya aur saaray baal jal gye. Chand maah, us nay ishq kay us dard kau jhelaa aur phir matti main dafn ho kar apni kitaabo’n main zinda ho gya.

Paris se talluq rkhnay waalay kitaab-dost Silvestre de Sacy nay jab daikha keh Zindagi ka sooraj ab dhalnay kau hai, tau maghmoom lehjay main apni kitaabo’n se mukhaatib ho kar chillaaya,
“Ay mujhay meri jaan se azeez kitaabo! aik aisa bhi din aaye ga, jab meray baad tumhain numaayeshi kamro’n main rkhi maizo’n par sjaa diya jaaye ga aur log tumhari boliya’n lagaayen gay aur phir tum par apni milkiyat ka haq bhi jtaaye’n gay — woh sbhi log, shaayad, tumhaaray is boorhay dost se zyada tumhaaray ehl nehi hon gay, par phir bhi woh sab mujhay bay-hadd azeez hain, kyun keh, yeh meri hee musalsal tg-o-dau aur daurr-dhoop ka nateejah hai keh woh mukhtalif mqamaat se aik aik kar kay bil-aakhir aik mqaam par yak’jaa huway hon gay. May tum se bohat zyada mohabbat karta hoon.Yuun lagta hai, itni tveel aur dil-kash rfaaqat kay baad, tum sab meray wujood ka hissa bunn gyi ho magar (afsos ) is duniya main koi bhi mahfooz nehi hai.‘‘
Aur phir 1838 main is duniya kau chhorr jaanay kay 5 bars baad, nilaami kay liye maizo’n par tarteeb se rkhee’n un kitaabo’n kau khreednay kay liye kseer tadaad main maddaaho’n ka aik hujoom wahaan maujood tha.

Nisf sdee baad, aik aur bay-misl ilm-dost hasti Edmond de Goncourt ki is wasiyyat main kitaab aur funn se ishq ki aik judaa-gaana jhalak nazar aati hay;
“Meri wasiyyat yeh hai; Meri drawings, meray prints, meray nvaadiraat, meri kitaabain — mukhtasar yeh keh, funn kay yeh saaray shaah-kaar, jo zindagi main meray liye masarrat ka sabab hain — kisi soorat bhi museum jaise veeraan mqbray kay hwaalay nah kiye jaayen. Wahaan un ki qismat main sair ki Khaatir aanay waalon ki faqat bay-mehr sarsari nigaahon kay siwa aur kuch nah ho ga. Mera yeh shdeed mutaalba hai, inhain nilaami kay krray mrhlay se guzaara jaaye ta keh in sab kay husool kay liye may jis lutf-o-masarrat se guzra, meray hum-zauq bhi usi kefiyat se sarshaar ho skain.”
kahaani-kaar Gustave Flaubert ki kahaani ka aik kirdaar, kutub-frosh Giacomo apnay paishay se vaaihaana aqeedat rkhta hai.Woh ba-mushkil parhna likhna janta hai lekin us ki nigaahon main aik hee tishnagi hai, woh kitaabo’n kay drmiyaan baitha rehay, aur unhain dekh dekh kar apni nzron ki pyaas bujhaata rehay. Usay khaanay peenay ki hosh hai aur nah neend ki talab. Poora din, us ki jaagti aankhain bus aik hee khaab dekhti hain; — ’ kitaabain ‘.

Borges library kay hwaalay se apnay taassuraat yuun byaan karta hai,
“May nay hamesha yehi tasawur kiya hai, jannat aik tarah ki Library ho gi.”

Count Henri de la Bedoyere kay paas inqilaab-e-France kay mauzu par bay-shumaar kutub ka zkheerah tha. Bees bars baad, us nay woh saari kutub nilaami main farokht kar dee’n. Chand din kay andar hee us par pachhtaavay ka aisa ghalba huwa keh woh aik aik kar kay unhain dobaarah khareedna shuru ho gya. Jab 1861 main us ki wfaat huyi tau us ki Library main nah sirf pichhli saari kutub maujood thee’n balkay bay-shumaar aur kutub ka izaafa bhi ho gya tha.

Aik Amreeki jalaa-watn kitaab-dost shakhs Mr. Bryan nay Paris ki Library main apni 150 mehboob tareen kutub btor hadiya paish kee’n. Barso’n baad, 1903 main, aik boorha shakhs phhtay haalo’n us Library main dakhil huwa. Yeh wohi Mr. Bryan tha. Us nay bas yehi kahaa,
“May apni kitaabain aik baar phir se dekhnay aaya hoon.”
Us kay baad apni aik aik kitaab par us nay pyaar bhri nazar daali aur khamoshi se Library se baahir nikal gya.
Theek, dau rroz baad, woh wfaat pa gya.

Yeh woh kitaab dost afraad thay, jo kitaab ki mohabbat main jiye aur kitaab kay ishq main hee fnaa huway۔