यही मेरा वतन- प्रेमचंद

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is lekh ka punarikshan evan sampadan hona avashyak hai. ap isamean sahayata kar sakate haian. "sujhav"

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aj poore sath baras ke bad mujhe apane vatan, pyare vatan ka darshan phir nasib hua. jis vaqt maian apane pyare desh se vida hua aur qismat mujhe pachchhim ki taraf le chali, meri uthati javani thi. meri ragoan mean taza khoon dau data tha aur sina umangoan aur b de-badean़ iradoan se bhara hua tha. mujhe pyare hindustan se kisi zalim ki sakhtiyoan aur iansaf ke zabardast hathoan ne alag nahian kiya tha. nahian, zalim ka julm aur qanoon ki sakhtiyaan mujhase jo chahean kara sakati haian magar mera vatan mujhase nahian chhu da sakatian. yah mere buland irade aur b de-b de mansoobe the jinhoanne mujhe desh nikala diya. maianne amarika mean khoob vyapar kiya, khoob daulat kamayi aur khoob aish kiye. bhagy se bivi bhi aisi payi jo apane roop mean bejo d thi, jisaki khoobasoorati ki charcha sare amarika mean phaili huee thi aur jisake dil mean kisi aise khayal ki guanjaish bhi n thi jisaka mujhase sambandh n ho. maian us par dilojan se nyochhavar tha aur vah mere lie sab kuchh thi. mere paanch bete hue, sundar,hrisht-pusht aur nek, jinhoanne vyapar ko aur bhi chamakaya aur jinake bhole,nanhean bachche us vaqt meri god mean baithe hue the jab maianne pyari matribhoomi ka antim darshan karane ke lie qadam uthaya. maianne beshumar daulat, vafadar bivi, sapoot bete aur pyare-pyare jigar ke tuk de, aisi-aisi anamol nematean chho d dian. isalie ki pyari bharatamata ka antim darshan kar looan. maian bahut buddha ho gaya tha. das aur hoan to poore saur baras ka ho jaooan, aur ab agar mere dil mean koee arajoo baqi hai to yahi ki apane desh ki khak mean mil jaooan. yah arajoo kuchh aj hi mere man mean paida nahian huee hai, us vaqt bhi thi jab ki meri bivi apani mithi batoan aur nazuk adaoan se mera dil khush kiya karati thi. jabaki mere naujavan bete sabere akar apane boodhe bap ko adab se salam karate the, us vaqt bhi mere jigar mean ek kaanta-sa khatakata tha aur vah kaanta yah tha ki maian yahaan apane desh se nirvasit hooan. yah desh mera nahian hai, maian is desh ka nahian hooan. dhan mera tha, bivi meri thi, l dake mere the aur jayadadean meri thian, magar jane kyoan mujhe rah rahakar apani matribhoomi ke toote-phoote jhoanp de, char chh: bigha mauroosi zamin aur bachapan ke langotiya yaroan ki yad sataya karati thi aur aksar khushiyoan ki dhoomadham mean bhi yah khayal chutaki liya karata ki kash apane desh mean hota!

magar jis vaqt bambee mean jahaz se utara aur kale kot-pataloon pahane, tooti-phooti aangehraji bolate mallah dekhe, phir aangehraji dukanean, tramave aur motar-gadiy़aan nazar ayian, phir rab davale pahiyoan aur muanh mean churut dabe adamiyoan se muthabhe d huee,phir rel ka steshan, aur rel par savar hokar apane gaanv ko chala, pyare gaanv ko jo hari-bhari pahadiy़oan ke bich mean abad tha, to meri aankhoan mean aansoo bhar aye. maian khoob roya, kyoanki yah mera pyara desh n tha, yah vah desh n tha jisake darshan ki lalasa hamesha mere dil mean laharean liya karati thian. yah koee aur desh tha. yah amarika tha, ianglistan tha magar pyara bharat nahian.

relaga di jangaloan, pahadoan, nadiyoan aur maidanoan ko par karake mere pyare gaanv ke pas pahuanchi jo kisi zamane mean phool-pattoan ki bahutayat aur nadi-naloan ki prachurata mean svarg se ho d karata tha. maian ga di se utara to mera dil baansoan uchhal raha tha-ab apana pyara ghar dekhooanga, apane bachapan ke pyare sathiyoan se milooanga. mujhe us vaqt yah bilkul yad n raha ki maian nabbe baras ka boodha adami hooan. jyoan-jyoan maian gaanv ke pas pahuanchata tha, mere qadam jald-jald uthate the aur dil mean ek aisi khushi laharean mar rahi thi jise bayan nahian kiya ja sakata. har chiz par aankhean pha d-phadaqar nigah dalata-aha, yah vo nala hai jisamean ham roz gho de nahalate aur khud gote lagate the, magar ab isake donoan taraf kaantedar taroan ki chaharadivari khianchi huee thi aur samane ek bangala tha jisamean do-tin aangrez bandookean lie idhar-udhar tak rahe the. nale mean nahane ya nahalane ki sakht manahi thi. gaanv mean gaya aur aankhean bachapan ke sathiyoan ko dhanoodhऩe lagian magar afasos vah sab ke sab maut ka nivala ban chuke the aur mera toota-phoota jhoanp da jisaki god mean barasoan tak khela tha, jahaan bachapan aur befikriyoan ke maze loote the, jisaka naksha abhi tak aankhoan mean phir raha hai, vah ab ek mitti ka dher ban gaya tha. jagah gair-abad n thi. saik doan adami chalate-phirate nazar aye, jo adalat aur kalaktari aur thane-pulis ki batean kar rahe the. unake chehare bejan aur fikr mean doobe hue the aur vah sab duniya ki pareshaniyoan se toote hue maloom hote the. mere sathiyoan ke se hrisht-pusht, sundar, gore-chithhte naujavan kahian n dikhaee diye. vah akha da jisaki mere hathoan ne buniyad dali thi, vahaan ab ek toota-phoota skool tha aur usamean ginati ke bimar shakl-soorat ke bachche jinake cheharoan par bhookh likhi thi, chith de lagaye baithe ooangh rahe the. nahian, yah mera desh nahian hai. yah desh dekhane ke lie maian itani door se nahian aya. yah koee aur desh hai, mera pyara desh nahian hai.

us baragad ke pe d ki taraf dau da jisaki suhani chhaya mean hamane bachapan ke maze loote the, jo hamare bachapan ka hindola aur zavani ki aramagah tha. is pyare baragad ko dekhate hi rona-sa ane laga aur aisi hasaratabhari, t dapane vali aur dardanak yadean tazi ho gayian ki ghantoan zamin par baithakar rota raha. yahi pyara baragad hai jisaki phunagiyoan par ham chadh jate the, jisaki jataean hamara jhoola thian aur jisake phal hamean sari duniya ki mithaiyoan se zyada mazedar aur mithe maloom hote the. vah mere gale mean baanhean dalakar khelane vale hamajoli jo kabhi roothate the, kabhi manate the, vah kahaan gaye? ah, maian begharabar musafir kya ab akela hooan? kya mera korhee sathi nahian. is baragad ke pas ab thana aur pe d ke niche ek kursi par koee lal pag di baandhe baitha hua tha. usake asapas das-bis aur lal pag divale hath baandhe kh de the aur ek adhananga akal ka mara adami jis par abhi-abhi chabukoan ki bauchhar huee thi, p da sisak raha tha. mujhe khayal aya, yah mera pyara desh nahian hai, yah koee aur desh hai, yah yorap hai, amarika hai, magar mera pyara desh nahian hai, haragiz nahian.

idhar se nirash hokar maian us chaupal ki or chala jahaan sham ko pitaji gaanv ke aur b de-boodhoan ke sath huqqa pite aur hansi-dillagi karate the. ham bhi us tat par qalabajiyaan khaya karate. kabhi-kabhi vahaan panchayat bhi baithati thi jisake sarapanch hamesha pitaji hi hote the. isi-chaupal se lagi huee ek goshala thi. jahaan gaanv bhar ki gayean rakkhi jati thian aur ham yahian bachh doan ke sath kulelean kiya karate the. afasos, ab is chaupal ka pata n tha. vahaan ab gaanv ke tika lagane ka steshan aur ek dakakhana tha. un dinoan isi chaupal se laga hua ek kolha da tha jahaan ja de ke dinoan me ookh peri jati thi aur gu d ki mahak se dimag tar ho jata tha. ham aur hamare hamajoli ghantoan ganderiyoan ke intazar mean baithe rahate the aur ganderiyaan katane vale mazadooro ke hathoan ki tezi par acharaj karate the, jahaan saik doan bar maianne kachcha ras aur pakka doodh milakar piya tha. yahaan asapas ke gharoan se auratean aur bachche apane-apane gh de lekar ate aur unhean ras se bharavakar le jate. afasos, vah kolhoo abhi jyoan ke tyoan g de hue haian magar dekho, kolha de ki jagah par ab ek san lapetane vali mashin hai aur usake samane ek tamboli aur sigaret ki dookan hai. in dil ko chhalani karane vale drishyoan se dukhi hokar maianne ek adami se jo soorat se sharif nazar ata tha, kaha-baba, maian paradeshi musafir hooan, rat bhar p de rahane ke lie mujhe jagah de do. is adami ne mujhe sar se pair tak ghoorakar dekha aur bola-age jao, yahaan jagah nahian hai. maian age gaya aur yahaan se phir hukm mila- age jao. paanchavian bar saval karane par ek sahab ne muththi bhar chane mere hath par rakh diye. chane mere hath se chhootakar gir p de aur aankhoan se aansoo bahane lage. hay, yah mera pyara desh nahian hai, yah koee aur desh hai. yah hamara mehaman aur musafir ki avabhagat karane vala pyara desh nahian, haragiz nahian.

maianne ek sigaret ki dibiya li aur ek sunasan jagah par baithakar bite dinoan ki yad karane laga ki yakayak mujhe us dharmashala ka khayal aya jo mere paradesh jate vaqt ban raha tha. maian udhar ki taraf lapaka ki rat kisi tarah vahian katanoo, magar afasos, hay afasos, dharmashala ki imarat jyoan ki tyoan thi, lekin usamean garib musafiroan ke rahane ke lie jagah n thi. sharab aur sharabakhori, jua aur badachalani ka vahaan adda tha. yah halat dekhakar barabas dil se ek thandi ah nikali, maian zor se chikh utha-nahian-nahian aur hazar bar nahian yah mera vatan, mera pyara desh, mera pyara bharat nahian hai. yah koee aur desh hai. yah yorap hai, amarika hai, magar bharat harigaj nahian.

aandheri rat thi. gid d aur kutte apane rag alap rahe the. maian dardabhara dil liye usi nale ke kinare jakar baith gaya aur sochane laga ki ab kya karooan? kya phir apane pyare bachchoan ke pas laut jaooan aur apani namurad mitti amarika ki khak mean milaooan? ab to mera koee vatan n tha, pahale maian vatan se alag zaroor tha magar pyare vatan ki yad dil mean bani huee thi. ab bevatan hooan, mera koee vatan nahian. isi soch-vichar mean bahut der tak chupachap ghutanoan mean sir diye baitha raha. rat aankhoan hi aankhoan mean kat gayi, ghadiy़al ne tin bajaye aur kisi ke gane ki avaz kanoan me ayi. dil ne gudagudaya, yah to vatan ka nagma hai, apane desh ka rag hai. maian jhat uth kh da hua. kya dekhata hooan ki pandrah-bis auratean, boodhi, kamazor, saphed dhotiyaan pahane, hathoan mean lote liye snan ko ja rahi haian aur gati jati haian-

prabhu, mere avagun chit n dharo

is madak aur t dapa dene vale rag se mere dil ki jo halat huee usaka bayan karana, mushkil hai. maianne amarika ki chanchal se chanchal, hansamukh se hansamukh sundariyoan ki alap suni thi aur unaki zabanoan se muhabbat aur pyar ke bol sune the jo mohak gitoan se bhi zyada mithe the. maianne pyare bachchoan ke adhoore boloan aur totali bani ka anand uthaya tha. maianne surili chidiy़oan ka chahachahana suna tha. magar jo lutf, jo maza, jo anand mujhe git mean aya vah ji़ndagi mean kabhi aur hasil n hua tha. maianne khud gunagunana shuroo kiya-

prabhu, mere avagun chit n dharo

tanmay ho raha tha ki phir mujhe bahut se adamiyoan ki bolachal sunaee p di aur kuchh log hathoan mean pital ke kamandal liye shiv shiv,har, har gange gange, narayan-narayan kahate hue dikhaee diye. mere dil ne, phir gud-gudaya, yah to mere desh pyare desh ki bate haian. mare khushi ke dil bag-bag ho gaya . maian in adamiyoan ke sath ho liya aur ek do tin char paanch chh: mil paha di rasta par karane ke bad ham us nadi ke kinare pahuanche jisaka nam pavitr hai, jisaki laharoan mean dubaki lagana aur jisaki god mean marana har hindoo sabase b da puny samajhata hai. ganga mere pyare gaanv se chh: sat mil par bahati thi aur kisi zamane mean subah ke vaqt gho de par chadhaqar ganga mata ke darshan ko aya karata tha. unake darshan ki kamana mere dil mean hamesha thi. yahaan maianne hazaroan adamiyoan ko is sard, thithurate hue pani mean dubaki lagate dekha. kuchh log baloo par baithe gayatri mantr jap rahe the. kuchh log havan karane mean lage hue the. kuchh log mathe par tike laga rahe the. kuchh aur log vedamantr sasvar padh rahe the. mere dil ne phir gudagudaya aur maian zor se kah utha- haan haan, yahi mera desh hai, yahi mera pyara vatan hai, yahi mera bharat hai. aur isi ke darshan ki, isi ki mitti mean mil jane ki arajoo mere dil mean thi.

maian khushi mean pagal ho raha tha. maianne apana purana kot aur pataloon utar pheanka aur jakar ganga mata ki god mean gir p da, jaise koee nasamajh, bhola-bhala bachcha din bhar paraye logoan ke sath rahane ke bad sham ko apani pyari maan ki god mean daudaqar chala aye, usaki chhati se chipat jae. haan, ab apane desh mean hooan. yah mera pyara vatan hai, yah log mere bhaee , ganga meri mata hai.

maianne thik gangaji ke kinare ek chhoti si jhoanp di banava li hai aur ab mujhe sivay ramanam japane ke aur koee kam nahian. maian roz sham-sabere ganga-snan karata hooan aur yah meri lalasa hai ki isi jagah mera dam nikale aur meri haddiyaan gangamata ki laharoan ki bheant chadhean.

mere l dake aur meri bivi mujhe bar-bar bulate haian, magar ab maian yah ganga ka kinara aur yah pyara desh chhodaqar vahaan nahian ja sakata. maian apani mitti gangaji ko sauanpooanga. ab duniya ki koee ichchha, koee akaanksha mujhe yahaan se nahian hata sakati kyoanki yah mera pyara desh, meri pyari matribhoomi hai aur meri lalasa hai ki maian apane desh mean marooan.

sanbandhit lekh

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