jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 72

Tha. Yeh fraza mujhe kuch suna suna lag raha hai. Shayad... shayad... woh jaise yaad karne laga. Iss din, jab hum Geo Infaar Mission ki class mein likh likh kar baatein kar rahe thay, tab shayad Peer Wafisar ne yeh bola tha.

"Nahi, mujhe to aisa kuch yaad nahi hai."

"Pata nahi. Iss ne nafi mein sar hilaya. Insaan ki yadasht cheezon ko bohot relate karti hai. Humain ek cheez ko dekh kar uss se mutaliq cheez yaad ajati hai."

"Kher jo bhi hai, tum fikar na kar, hum uska koi hal nikal hi lenge. Abhi to main kaam se ja raha hoon, der se aaoonga. Tum darwaza achhi tarah lock kar lena, aaj kal dorm block takreeban khali hai. Theek hai?"

Iss ke yun khayal karne par woh zair lab muskuradi.

Woh chala gaya toh uss ne waqai mein kamra achhi tarah lock kar liya.

Sabangi itni veeran thi ke usse anjaana sa khauf mehsoos hota raha ke koi usse dekh raha hai. Halankay peechay mur kar dekhne par usse sab kuch mamooli ke mutabiq hi nazar ata tha, magar kuch tha jo usse bechain kiye hue tha.

Raat bohot der tak late late woh puzzle box ko dono haathon mein pakre, angoothe se haruf tahajji ki slide upar neeche karti rahi. Usne haruf ke kai jode banaye magar woh mufazzal raha. Usse neend ne kab ghera, usse ilm hi nahi hua. Puzzle box uske gird... ek taraf larhak gaya. Woh ab bhi waisa hi tha, sard, jamad aur maqful.

Subah woh der se uthi. Nashta kar ke raat walay shikan alood libaas par dheela sa sweater pehne, balon ko jorre mein bandhti woh neeche aayi. Uska rukh university mein photo ka button ki taraf tha. Wahan se usne kuch notes kiye, photo state karwaye thay. Aur unhein uthane ka mauqa hi nahi mila tha.

Subah ki chamakili magar thandi ho asbaanji ke sabza zaar peh baha rahi thi. Woh photo ka peyr ke paas aayi, apne notes uthaye, subanji ke card se adaigi ki aur phir wapas jaane ke liye palti hi thi ke usse ek mez pe rakha wares sarr justar nazar aya. Register jana pehchana tha. Usne pehla safa paltah aur uss par bara bara DJ likha tha.

"Oh DJ... ek udaas muskurahat uske honton ko cho gayi. DJ ka nisyan. Woh hamesha apne justar photo ka camera pair chhod jaya karti thi. Usne register utha liya. Woh ab uska tha. Baqi cheezein to woh DJ ki family ka thi."De chuki thi, magar uski ek yaadgaar sambhalne ka haq to usse bhi tha.

Woh bahar aa gayi aur ghaas pe beth kar DJ ke register ke safhay palatne lagi. Woh carf register tha, jise woh zyada tar likh likh kar baatein karne ke liye istemal karti thi aur aisi baatein amooman woh aakhri safhay pe hi kiya karti thi. Usne aakhri safha palta to dheere se muskuradi.

Iss roz Geo Information ki class mein unki aur Filistiniyon ki spring break ki planning uss par likhi thi. Woh bohot mohabbat se DJ ke likhe alfaz par ungli pherati unhein parh rahi thi, jab ek dam ruk gayi.

Register ke iss aakhri safhay ke upar bara bara kar ke DJ ki likhai mein likha tha:

"Into the same river
no man can enter twice.
Heraclitus (535-475 BC)"

Woh bilkul shal si, saans rokay, tahayur se iss satr ko dekh rahi thi. Kya yeh puzzle box usse DJ ne bheja tha?

Jab tak aap usse khol paayengi, shayad woh is duniya mein na rahe.

Woh ek dam register liye uth kar dorm ki taraf bhagi.

Usse mutasim ko dhoondna tha.

Heraclitus... yunani falsafi... yaad aagaya. Moatasim ne woh satr parhte hue be ikhtiyar mathay ko chhua. Yeh Heraclitus ka ek qoul hai, jaise tum ne us ke doosre aqwal sunay hongay, maslan... woh yaad kar ke batane laga. Kutte is par bho sakte hain jise woh nahi jaante hote ya insaan ka kirdar uski taqdeer hota hai. Woh angrezi ke mashhoor aqwale batara tha.