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rat 'bhaktamal' padhate-padhate n jane kab nind a gayi. kaise-kaise mahatma the jinake lie bhagavath-prem hi sabakuchh tha, isi men magn rahate the. aisi bhakti badi tapasya se milati hai. kya main yah tapasya nahin kar sakati? is jivan men aur kaun-sa sukh rakha hai? abhooshanon se jise prem ho vah jane, yahan to inako dekhakar ankhen phootati hain; dhan-daulat par jo pran deta ho vah jane, yahan to isaka nam sunakar jvar-sa chadh ata hai. kal pagali sushila ne kitani umngon se mera shrringar kiya tha, kitane prem se balon men phool goonthe the. kitana mana karati rahi, n mani. akhir vahi hua jisaka mujhe bhay tha. jitani der usake sath hnsi thi, usase kahin zyada royi. snsar men aisi bhi koee stri hai, jisaka pati usaka shrringar dekh kar sir se panv tak jal uthe? kaun aisi stri hai jo apane pati ke munh se ye shabd sune- tum mera paralok bigadogi, aur kuchh nahin, tumhare rng-dhng kahe dete hain- aur usaka dil vish kha lene ko n chahe? bhagavanh! snsar men aise bhi manushy hain. akhir main niche chali gayi aur 'bhaktamal' padhane lagi. ab vrindavan-bihari hi ki seva karoongi, unhin ko apana shrringar dikhaoongi, vah to dekhakar n jalenge, vah to mere man ka hal janate hain.

2 bhagavanh! main apane man ko kaise samajhaoon! tum antaryami ho, tum mere rom-rom ka hal janate ho. main chahati hoon ki unhen apana isht samajhoon, unake charanon ki seva karoon, unake ishare par chaloon, unhen meri kisi bat se, kisi vyavahar se namamatr bhi du:kh n ho. vah nirdosh hain, jo kuchh mere bhagy men tha vah hua, n unaka dosh hai, n mata-pita ka, sara dosh mere nasibon hi ka hai. lekin yah sab janate hue bhi jab unhen ate dekhati hoon, to mera dil baith jata hai, munh par muradani-si chha jati hai, sir bhari ho jata hai; ji chahata hai inaki soorat n dekhoon, bat tak karane ko ji nahin chahata; kadachith shatru ko bhi dekh kar kisi ka man itana klant n hota hoga. unake ane ke samay dil men dhadakan-si hone lagati hai. do-ek din ke lie kahin chale jate hain to dil par se ek bojh-sa uth jata hai; hnsati bhi hoon, bolati bhi hoon, jivan men kuchh annd ane lagata hai lekin unake ane ka samachar pate hi phir charon or andhakar! chitt ki aisi dasha kyon hai, yah main nahin kah sakati. mujhe to aisa jan padata hai ki poorvajanm men ham donon men vair tha, usi vair ka badala lene ke lie inhonne mujhase vivah kiya hai, vahi purane snskar hamare man men bane hue hain. nahin to vah mujhe dekh-dekhakar kyon jalate aur main unaki soorat se kyon ghrina karati? vivah karane ka to yah matalab nahin hua karata! main apane ghar isase kahin sukhi thi. kadachith main jivan-parynt apane ghar annd se rah sakati thi. lekin is lok-pratha ka bura ho, jo abhagini kanyaon ko kisi-n-kisi purush ke gale men bandh dena anivary samajhati hai. vah kya janata hai ki kitani yuvatiyan usake nam ko ro rahi hain, kitane abhilashaon se laharate hue, komal hriday usake pairon tale raunde ja rahe hain? yuvati ke lie pati kaisi-kaisi madhur kalpanaon ka srot hota hai, purush men jo uttam hai, shreshth hai, darshaniy hai, usaki sajiv moorti is shabd ke dhyan men ate hi usaki najaron ke samane akar khadi ho jati hai. lekin mere lie yah shabd kya hai. hriday men uthanevala shool, kaleje men khatakanevala kanta, ankhon men gadanevali kirakiri, ant:karan ko bedhanevala vyngy-ban! sushila ko hamesha hnsate dekhati hoon. vah kabhi apani daridrata ka gila nahin karati; gahane nahin hain, kapade nahin hain, bhade ke nanhe se makan men rahati hai, apane hathon ghar ka sara kam-kaj karati hai, phir bhi use rote nahin dekhati. agar apane bas ki bat hoti to aj apane dhan ko usaki daridrata se badal leti. apane patidev ko muskarate hue ghar men ate dekhakar usaka sara du:kh-daridray chhoomntar ho jata hai, chhati gaz-bhar ki ho jati hai. usake premalingan men vah sukh hai, jis par tinon lok ka dhan nyochhavar kar doon.

3 aj mujhase zabt n ho saka. mainne poochha- tumane mujhase kis lie vivah kiya tha? yah prashn mahinon se mere man men uthata tha, par man ko rokati chali ati thi. aj pyala chhalak pada. yah prashn sunakar kuchh baukhala-se gaye, bagalen jhankane lage, khisen nikalakar bole- ghar snbhalane ke lie, grihasthi ka bhar uthane ke lie, aur nahin kya bhog-vilas ke lie? gharani ke bina yah apako bhoot ka dera-sa maloom hota tha. naukar-chakar ghar ki sampatti udaye dete the. jo chiz jahan padi rahati thi, vahin padi rahati thi. usako dekhanevala n tha. to ab maloom hua ki main is ghar ki chaukasi karane ke lie layi gayi hoon. mujhe is ghar ki raksha karani chahie aur apane ko dhany samajhana chahie ki yah sari sampatti meri hai. mukhy vastu sampatti hai, main to keval chaukidarin hoon. aise ghar men aj hi ag lag jay! ab tak to main anajan men ghar ki chaukasi karati thi, jitana vah chahate hain utana n sahi, par apani budhdi ke anusar avashy karati thi. aj se kisi chiz ko bhoolakar bhi chhoone ki kasam khati hoon. yah main janati hoon ki koee purush ghar ki chaukasi ke lie vivah nahin karata aur in mahashay ne chidhakar yah bat mujhase kahi. lekin sushila thik kahati hai, inhen stri ke bina ghar soona lagata hoga, usi tarah jaise pinjare men chidiya ko n dekhakar pinjara soona lagata hai. yah hai ham striyon ka bhagy!

4 maloom nahin, inhen mujh par itana sndeh kyon hota hai. jab se nasib is ghar men laya hai, inhen barabar sndeh-moolak kataksh karate dekhati hoon. kya karan hai? jara bal gunthavakar baithi aur yah oth chabane lage. kahin jati nahin, kahin ati nahin, kisi se bolati nahin, phir bhi itana sndeh! yah apaman asahy hai. kya mujhe apani abaroo pyari nahin? yah mujhe itani chhichhori kyon samajhate hain, inhen mujh par sndeh karate lajja bhi nahin ati? kana adami kisi ko hnsate dekhata hai to samajhata hai log mujhi par hns rahe hain. shayad inhen bhi yahi vaham ho gaya hai ki main inhen chidhati hoon. apane adhikar ke bahar koee kam kar baithane se kadachith hamare chitt ki yahi vritti ho jati hai. bhikshuk raja ki gaddi par baithakar chain ki nind nahin so sakata. use apane charon taraph shatru hi shatru dikhayi denge. main samajhati hoon, sabhi shadi karanevale bundhon ka yahi hal hai.

aj sushila ke kahane se main thakuraji ki jhanki dekhane ja rahi thi. ab yah sadharan budhdi ka adami bhi samajh sakata hai ki phoohad bahoo ban kar bahar nikalana apani hnsi udana hai, lekin ap usi vakt n-jane kidhar se tapak pade aur meri or tiraskarapoorn netron se dekh kar bole- kahan ki taiyari hai?

mainne kah diya, jara thakuraji ki jhanki dekhane jati hoon. itana sunate hi tyoriyan chadhakar bole- tumhare jane ki kuchh zaroorat nahin. jo stri apane pati ki seva nahin kar sakati, use devataon ke darshan se puny ke badale pap hota hai! mujhase udane chali ho. main auraton ki nas-nas pahachanata hoon.

aisa krodh aya ki bas ab kya kahoon. usi dam kapade badal dale aur pran kar liya ki ab kabhi darshan karane n jaoongi. is avishvas ka bhi kuchh thikana hai! n-jane kya sochakar ruk gayi. unaki bat ka javab to yahi tha ki usi kshan ghar se chal khadi hoti, phir dekhati mera kya kar lete!

inhen mera udas aur viman rahane par ashchary hota hai. mujhe man men kritaghn samajhate hain, apani samajh men inhonne mere sath vivah karake shayad mujh par bada ehasan kiya hai. itani badi jayadad aur itani vishal sampatti ki svamini hokar mujhe phoole n samana chahie tha, athon pahar inaka yashagan karate rahana chahie tha. main yah sabakuchh n karake ulate aur munh latakaye rahati hoon. kabhi-kabhi mujhe bechare par daya ati hai. yah nahin samajhate ki nari jivan men koee aisi vastu bhi hai jise khokar usaki ankhon men svayn bhi narakatuly ho jata hai!

5 tin din se bimar hain. daktar kahate hain, bachane ki koee asha nahin, nimoniya ho gaya hai. par mujhe n jane kyon inaka gam nahin hai. main itani vajr-hriday kabhi n thi. n-jane vah meri komalata kahan chali gayi. kisi bimar ki soorat dekhakar mera hriday karuna se chnchal ho jata tha, main kisi ka rona nahin sun sakati thi. vahi main hoon ki aj tin din se unhen apane bagal ke kamare men pade karahate sunati hoon; aur ek bar bhi unhen dekhane n gayi, ankh men ansoo ane ka zikr hi kya. mujhe aisa maloom hota hai, inase mera koee nata hi nahin. mujhe chahe koee pishachini kahe, chahe kulata, par mujhe to yah kahane men leshamatr bhi snkoch nahin hai ki inaki bimari se mujhe ek prakar ka eershya may anand a raha hai. inhonne mujhe yahan karavas de rakha tha- main ise vivah ka pavitr nam nahin dena chahati- yah karavas hi hai. main itani udar nahin hoon ki jisane mujhe kaid men dal rakha ho usaki pooja karoon, jo mujhe lat se mare usake pairon ko choomoon. mujhe to maloom ho raha hai, eeshvar inhen is pap ka dand de rahe hain. main nissnkoch hokar kahati hoon ki mera inase vivah nahin hua. stri kisi ke gale bandh diye jane se hi usaki vivahita nahin ho jati. vahi snyog vivah ka pad pa sakata hai jisamen kam-se-kam ek bar to hriday prem se pulakit ho jay! sunati hoon, mahashay apane kamare men pade-pade mujhe kosa karate hain, apani bimari ka sara bukhar mujh par nikalate hain, lekin yahan isaki parava nahin. jisaka ji chahe jayadad le, dhan le, mujhe isaki zaroorat nahin!

6 aj tin din hue, main vidhava ho gayi, kam-se-kam log yahi kahate hain. jisaka jo ji chahe kahe, par main apane ko jo kuchh samajhati hoon vah samajhati hoon. mainne choodiyan nahin todin, kyon todoon? mang men sendur pahale bhi n dalati thi, ab bhi nahin dalati. boodhe baba ka kriya-karm unake suputr ne kiya, main pas n phataki. ghar men mujh par manamani alochanaen hoti hain, koee mere goonthe hue balon ko dekhakar nak sikodata hai, koee mere abhooshanon par ankh matakata hai, yahan isaki chinta nahin. inhen chidhane ko main bhi rng-birngi sadiyan pahanati hoon, aur banati-snvarati hoon, mujhe jara bhi du:kh nahin hai. main to kaid se chhoot gayi. idhar kee din bad sushila ke ghar gayi. chhota-sa makan hai, koee sajavat n saman, charapaiyan tak nahin, par sushila kitane anand se rahati hai. usaka ullas dekhakar mere man men bhi bhanti-bhanti ki kalpanaen uthane lagati hain- unhen kutsit kyon kahoon, jab mera man unhen kutsit nahin samajhata. inake jivan men kitana utsah hai. ankhen muskarati rahati hain, othon par madhur hasy khelata rahata hai, baton men prem ka srot bahata hua jan padata hai. is anand se, chahe vah kitana hi kshanik ho, jivan saphal ho jata hai, phir use koee bhool nahin sakata, usaki smriti ant tak ke lie kafi ho jati hai, is mijarav ki chot hriday ke taron ko antakal tak madhur svaron se kampit rakh sakati hai.

ek din mainne sushila se kaha- agar tere patidev kahin paradesh chale jayn to rote-rote mar jayagi!

sushila gambhir bhav se boli- nahin bahan, maroongi nahin, unaki yad sadaiv praphullit karati rahegi, chahe unhen paradesh men barason lag jayen.

main yahi prem chahati hoon, isi chot ke lie mera man tadapata rahata hai, main bhi aisi hi smriti chahati hoon, jisase dil ke tar sadaiv bajate rahen, jisaka nasha nity chhaya rahe.

7 rat rote-rote hichakiyan bndh gayin. n-jane kyon dil bhar-bhar ata tha. apana jivan samane ek bihad maidan ki bhanti phaila hua maloom hota tha, jahan bagoolon ke siva hariyali ka nam nahin. ghar phade khata tha, chitt aisa chnchal ho raha tha ki kahin ud jaoon. ajakal bhakti ke grnthon ki or takane ko ji nahin chahata, kahin sair karane jane ki bhi ichchha nahin hoti, kya chahati hoon vah main svayn nahin janati. lekin main jo nahin janati vah mera ek-ek rom janata hai, main apani bhavanaon ki sajiv bhoomi hoon, mera ek-ek ang meri antarik vedana ka artanad kar raha hai.

mere chitt ki chnchalata us antim dasha ko pahunch gayi hai, jab manushy ko ninda ki n lajja rahati hai aur n bhay. jin lobhi, svarthi mata-pita ne mujhe kuen men dhakela, jis pashan-hriday prani ne meri mang men sendur dalane ka svang kiya, unake prati mere man men bar-bar dushkamanaen uthati hain, main unhen lajjit karana chahati hoon. main apane munh men kalikh lagakar unake mukh men kalikh lagana chahati hoon. main apane pran dekar unhen prandnd dilana chahati hoon. mera naritv lupt ho gaya hai, mere hriday men prachnd jvala uthi huee hai. ghar ke sare adami so rahe the. main chupake se niche utari, dvar khola aur ghar se nikali, jaise koee prani garmi se vyakul hokar ghar se nikale aur kisi khuli huee jagah ki or daude. us makan men mera dam ghut raha tha.

sadak par sannata tha, dookanen bnd ho chuki thin. sahasa ek budhiya ati huee dikhayi di. main dari kahin chudail n ho. budhiya ne mere samip a kar mujhe sir se panv tak dekha aur boli- kisaki rah dekh rahi ho?

mainne chidhakar kaha- maut ki!

budhiya- tumhare nasibon men to abhi zindagi ke bade-bade sukh bhogane likhe hain. andheri rat gujar gayi, asaman par subah ki roshani a rahi hai.

mainne hnsakar kaha- andhere men bhi tumhari ankhen itani tej hain ki nasibon ki likhavat padh leti hain?

budhiya- ankhon se nahin padhati beti, akl se padhati hoon, dhoop men choode nahin suphed kiye hain. tumhare bure din gaye aur achchhe din a rahe hain. hnso mat beti, yahi kam karate itani umr gujar gayi. isi budhiya ki badaulat jo nadi men koodane ja rahi thin, ve aj phoolon ki sej par so rahi hain; jo zahar ka pyala pine ko taiyar thin, ve aj doodh ki kulliyan kar rahi hain. isilie itani rat gaye nikalati hoon ki apane hathon kisi abhagin ka udhdar ho sake to karoon. kisi se kuchh nahin mangati, bhagavanh ka diya sabakuchh ghar men hai, keval yahi ichchha hai ki apane se jahan tak ho sake doosaron ka upakar karoon. jinhen dhan ki ichchha hai unhen dhan, jinhen sntan ki ichchha hai unhen sntan, bas aur kya kahoon; vah mntr bata deti hoon ki jisaki jo ichchha ho vah poori ho jay.

mainne kaha- mujhe n dhan chahie n sntan. meri manokamana tumhare bas ki bat nahin.

budhiya hnsi- beti, jo tum chahati ho vah main janati hoon; tum vah chiz chahati ho jo snsar men hote hue svarg ki hai, jo devataon ke varadan se bhi zyada anndaprad hai, jo akash-kusum hai, goolar ka phool hai aur amavas ka chand hai. lekin mere mntr men vah shakti hai jo bhagy ko bhi snvar sakati hai. tum prem ki pyasi ho, main tumhen us nav par baitha sakati hoon jo prem ke sagar men, prem ki tarngon par krida karati huee tumhen par utar de.

mainne utknthit hokar poochha- mata, tumhara ghar kahan hai?

budhiya- bahut najadik hai beti, tum chalo to main apani ankhon par baitha kar le chaloon.

mujhe aisa maloom hua ki yah koee akash ki devi hai. usake pichhe-pichhe chal padi.

8 ah! vah budhiya, jise main akash ki devi samajhati thi, narak ki dain nikali. mera sarvanash ho gaya. main amrit khojati thi, vish mila, nirmal svachchh prem ki pyasi thi, gnde vishakt nale men gir padi. vah vastu n milani thi, n mili. main sushila ka-sa sukh chahati thi, kulataon ki vishay-vasana nahin. lekin jivan-path men ek bar ulati rah chalakar phir sidho marg par ana kathin hai?

lekin mere adh:patan ka aparadh mere sir nahin, mere mata-pita aur us boodhe par hai jo mera svami banana chahata tha. main yah pnktiyan n likhatin, lekin is vichar se likh rahi hoon ki meri atmakatha padhakar logon ki ankhen khulen; main phir kahati hoon, ab bhi apani balikaon ke lie mat dekho dhan, mat dekho jayadad, mat dekho kulinata, keval var dekho. agar usake lie jod ka var nahin pa sakate to ladaki ko kvanri rakh chhodo, zahar dekar mar dalo, gala ghont dalo, par kisi boodhe khoosat se mat byaho. stri sabakuchh sah sakati hai, darun se darun du:kh, bade se bada snkat, agar nahin sah sakati to apane yauvan-kal ki umngon ka kuchala jana.

rahi main, mere lie ab is jivan men koee asha nahin. is adham dasha ko bhi us dasha se n badaloongi, jisase nikalakar ayi hoon.

tika tippani aur sndarbh

bahari kadiyan

snbndhit lekh

varnamala kramanusar lekh khoj

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