jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 50

Ankhon se gir rahe thay.

Woh us ke peeche nahi aaya, aur agar aaya bhi to us shor aur rush mein na usay dekh payi, na hi us ki awaaz sun payi. Bas isi tarah chalti rahi. Istiqlal Street ka aakhri kinara murr kar woh tauqsim square mein dakhil hui aur bilkul seedhi mein chalti hui Tauqsim Park ki taraf barh gayi.

Tareekh Park ke ek koney mein woh sangi bench veeran para tha. Woh girne ke se andaz mein is pe bethi aur chehra dono haathon mein chhupa kar phoot phoot kar ro rahi thi.

Ana, khudari, izzat nafs aur apni zat ke waqar ke woh sare asbaq jo woh hamesha khud ko parhati aur yaad dilati rahi thi, aaj bohot zillat ke sath chukna chor hue thay. Woh shakhs kab us ko yun zaleel nahi karta tha, yun be maal, be waqar nahi karta tha, usay ek moqa bhi yaad nahi aya. Hamesha, har dafa woh yehi karta tha, ya phir aisa ho jata tha.

Aakhir kab tak yun chalega? Bohot gir liya us ne khud ko, bohot jhuka liya, bohot be maal kar liya, ab woh mazeed nahi jhuke ga. Ab usay jhatka dena pare ga, bas aaj yeh tay ho gaya.

Us ne be dardi se ankhain ragarte hue socha, phir arghard phaili raat ko dekha to wapsi ka khayal aya us ne goud mein rakha sonhari kilech kholaa ta ke mobile nikaal sake, magar... oh, mobile to us mein pura hi nahi aata tha, woh to us meez par rakha tha aur.

Woh coat uthai bahar bhagi. Apna track ki wala bhad Mobile woh restaurant mein chhor aayi thi. Usay har halat mein mobile wapas uthana tha, chahe jihan se samna ho ya na ho. Chand minute baad woh hanpti hui wapas istiqlal street mein us restaurant ka darwaza dhakail kar andar dakhil hui to kone wali meez khali thi. Woh dodh kar us meez tak gayi aur idhar udhar cheezen utha utha kar mobile talasha, magar woh kahin nahi tha. Crystal ke toote gilay un ki karchiyan bhi ab farsh se utha li gayi thi.

"Par aahelm madam?"

Woh awaaz peh palati to wahi bawar de waiter jis ki naak par mota sa til tha, mutfakir sakharda tha. Woh booke kis ne la kar diya tha.

Mere mobile tha is meez par. Woh pareshani se ghongarali latain kanon ke peeche urte hue boli aur meez par cheezen phir se idhar udhar karne lagi lag Raha tha Peechay bohot se logon ki bolnay ki awaazain arahi thi. Shayad woh restaurant mein tha.

"Ji haan parha tha magar jab aap guldan gira kar gayin to aap ke saath jo sahib thay, unho ne woh mobile rakh liya aur mujhe kaha tha ke agar aap aayen to main batadun ke woh phone unhi ke paas hai. Waiter ne tooti phooti angrezi mein bataya.

"Oh achha. Is ke tanay hue asab dheelay par gaye. Milne ka ek aur bahana. Woh chala gaya?"

"Ji! Woh bell pe kar ke foran aap ke peeche bahar dauday thay. Aap ko nahin mile? Nahin. Shukriya! Woh phoolon ke mutaliq kuch poochhne ka irada tark kar ke bahar nikal aayi. Istiqlal Street par qadam rakhte hue us ne coat pehan liya. Ab use kafi deer tak naqasim square pe Gursel ke intezar mein baithna tha."

DJ khamoshi se mobile ke button dabaati number mila rahi thi. Buttonon ki toon toon ne daram ki khamoshi mein zara sa irtaash paida kiya tha. Call ka sabz button dabaane se pehle us ne nazar utha kar apne muqabil bethi haya ko dekha jo poori sanjeedgi se us ki taraf mutawajjah thi.

Magar haya mein use kahoon gi kya?

Yehi ke haya ko apna mobile chahiye aur woh use wapas kar de.

Magar woh wapas kaise kare ga?

Yeh us ka masla hai, tum call maro. "Woh jhanjhla kar boli.

DJ ne sir hila kar sabz button dabaaya, speaker on kar diya aur phone apne labon ke qareeb le aayi.

Doosri janib taweel ghantiyan ja rahi thi. Woh dono dam saadhe ghantiyan sunti gayin.

Pata nahin, tumhara mobile kedar para ho, is ke mobile par kar lete hain, shayad us par woh uthaaye hi... " Tab hi call uthaali gayi.

"Hello?" Woh jihan hi tha az li masroof andaaz.

"Assalamu alaikum! Main DJ... Khadija bol rahi hoon."

Das az jihan. Khadija! Aisa hai ke yeh phone mere paas hai, Khayyam Restaurant mein bhool gayi thi. Woh masroof saaligRaha tha. Peechay bohot se logon ki bolnay ki awaazain arahi thi. Shayad woh restaurant mein tha.

"Mujhe pata hai, isi liye toh call ki hai."

"Oh okay!" Woh gehri saans le kar bola. "Haya kedar hai?"

"Woh... woh masroof thi toh main ne socha, main aap se baat kar loon." Baat karte hue DJ ne ek nazar Haya pe dali jo dam saadhe, kursi ke kinare pe aage ho kar bethi use dekh rahi thi.

"Ji... kahiye."

Baat yeh thi ke main aur Haya kal par Nassau Islands (Shehzadon ke Jaziron) jaane ka soch rahe thay, in fact hum par Nassau Island ke sab se bade jazire Buyuk Ada jayenge."

Haya ne na samjhi se uljhe kar use dekha, phir nafi mein sar hila kar roka, magar woh maze se keh rahi thi.

"Okay toh aap ko phone chahiye nahi?"

"Nahi! Phone aap apne paas rakhein, aish karein, hamein bas company chahiye."

"DJ, zaleel! Woh bina awaz ke lab hila kar chalayi aur DJ ki kahani morri, magar DJ haath chhura kar uthi aur darwazay ke qareeb ja kar khari hui.

"Kal? Kal toh main zara masroof hoon. Aap ke saath nahi chal sakoon ga."

"Toh parso subah chalte hain."

"Shukh... nahi," woh haath se ishaare kar rahi thi use baaz rakhne ki koshish kar rahi thi.

"Parso toh mujhe shehar se bahar jana hai." Woh keh raha tha.

"Phir Jumma ko?"

"Jumma ko meri ek ahem meeting hai aur Buyuk Ada mein toh pura din lag jata hai."

"Phir toh aap haftay ko bhi masroof honge?" DJ ne mayoosi se kaha to doosri janib chand lamhe ki khamoshi cha gayi.

"In fact haftay ko main waqai farigh hoon. Theek hai, haftay ko main aap logon ke saath chal sakta hoon." Woh jaise badal nakhwasta tayyar hua tha.Theek hai, hum subah wali Gorseal se Kadi Koye ki Bandar Gah par pahunch jayenge. Aap bhi saat baje se pehle humara wahan intezar kijiye ga. Wahan se hum phir ekhatte ferry mein sawar honge, theek?"

"Theek madam!

Aur haan, tab tak aap humara phone istemal kar sakte hain."

"Main aap ka ehsan ta umr yaad rakhunga," woh zara sa hans kar bola.

Woh phone band kar ke waapas aayi to Haya khamoshi se use ghoor rahi thi. DJ waapas kar si pe bethi aur bade la parwah andaaz mein mez se magazine utha kar safahe palatne lagi.

"Kya zaroorat thi use saath chalne ka kehne ki? Hum akele bhi toh ja sakte thay."

"Kyun ke mujhe is ke shadi shuda hone mein bhi abhi tak shak hai," woh ab ek safahe par ruk kar baghor koi tasweer dekh rahi thi. "Waise us ki biwi kahan hoti hai?"

"Yahin Istanbul mein. Woh bad dil se peechay ho kar baith gayi."

"Us ki kya apni biwi se koi ladaai hai? Kabhi zikar nahi karta us ka."

"Shayad... main ne is mozu par kabhi baat nahi ki. Waise bhi jihan ka nikaah bachpan mein hi ho gaya tha. Ab pata nahi usay khud apne nikaah ka ilm hai bhi ya nahi kyunke woh kabhi zikar nahi karta, shayad phupho ne us se chhupa rakha hai."

"Bachon wali baatein karti ho tum bhi." DJ ne khafgi se chehra utha kar use dekha. "Aaj ke door mein kahan mumkin hai ke kisi ka nikaah ho aur usay ilm na ho. Yaqeenan usay pata hoga. Magar yahan sawal yeh hai ke nikaah us ka jis se bhi hua, magar tum us ki itni care kyun karti ho?" DJ phir muskurahat dabaye risale ki taraf mutawaajjah ho gayi thi.

"Kyun ke us ka nikaah mujh se hua tha," woh aahista se boli to DJ ne ek jhatke se sar uthaya.

"Yani... yani oh god! Tumhara us se nikaah hua tha toh... toh woh tumhara kya laga?"

"Soteela mamoon laga." Woh bigad kar boli aur apne bench ki taraf barh gayi.

"Oh meri god... tum ne mujhe itni badi baat nahi batayi! DJ abhi tak be yaqeen thi.