यही मेरा वतन- प्रेमचंद  हिन्दी देवनागरी में पढ़ें।

Icon-edit.gif is lekh ka punarikshan evn sampadan hona avashyak hai. ap isamen sahayata kar sakate hain. "sujhav"

aj poore sath baras ke bad mujhe apane vatan, pyare vatan ka darshan phir nasib hua. jis vaqt main apane pyare desh se vida hua aur qismat mujhe pachchhim ki taraf le chali, meri uthati javani thi. meri ragon men taza khoon daudata tha aur sina umngon aur bade-baden़ iradon se bhara hua tha. mujhe pyare hindustan se kisi zalim ki sakhtiyon aur insaf ke zabardast hathon ne alag nahin kiya tha. nahin, zalim ka julm aur qanoon ki sakhtiyan mujhase jo chahen kara sakati hain magar mera vatan mujhase nahin chhuda sakatin. yah mere buland irade aur bade-bade mnsoobe the jinhonne mujhe desh nikala diya. mainne amarika men khoob vyapar kiya, khoob daulat kamayi aur khoob aish kiye. bhagy se bivi bhi aisi payi jo apane roop men bejod thi, jisaki khoobasoorati ki charcha sare amarika men phaili huee thi aur jisake dil men kisi aise khayal ki gunjaish bhi n thi jisaka mujhase sambandh n ho. main us par dilojan se nyochhavar tha aur vah mere lie sab kuchh thi. mere panch bete hue, sundar,hrisht-pusht aur nek, jinhonne vyapar ko aur bhi chamakaya aur jinake bhole,nanhen bachche us vaqt meri god men baithe hue the jab mainne pyari matribhoomi ka antim darshan karane ke lie qadam uthaya. mainne beshumar daulat, vafadar bivi, sapoot bete aur pyare-pyare jigar ke tukade, aisi-aisi anamol nematen chhod din. isalie ki pyari bharatamata ka antim darshan kar loon. main bahut buddha ho gaya tha. das aur hon to poore saur baras ka ho jaoon, aur ab agar mere dil men koee arajoo baqi hai to yahi ki apane desh ki khak men mil jaoon. yah arajoo kuchh aj hi mere man men paida nahin huee hai, us vaqt bhi thi jab ki meri bivi apani mithi baton aur nazuk adaon 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 men ek kanta-sa khatakata tha aur vah kanta yah tha ki main yahan apane desh se nirvasit hoon. yah desh mera nahin hai, main is desh ka nahin hoon. dhan mera tha, bivi meri thi, ladake mere the aur jayadaden meri thin, magar jane kyon mujhe rah rahakar apani matribhoomi ke toote-phoote jhonpade, char chh: bigha mauroosi zamin aur bachapan ke lngotiya yaron ki yad sataya karati thi aur aksar khushiyon ki dhoomadham men bhi yah khayal chutaki liya karata ki kash apane desh men hota!

magar jis vaqt bambee men jahaz se utara aur kale kot-pataloon pahane, tooti-phooti angehraji bolate mallah dekhe, phir angehraji dukanen, tramave aur motar-gadiy़an nazar ayin, phir rabadavale pahiyon aur munh men churut dabe adamiyon se muthabhed huee,phir rel ka steshan, aur rel par savar hokar apane ganv ko chala, pyare ganv ko jo hari-bhari pahadiy़on ke bich men abad tha, to meri ankhon men ansoo bhar aye. main khoob roya, kyonki yah mera pyara desh n tha, yah vah desh n tha jisake darshan ki lalasa hamesha mere dil men laharen liya karati thin. yah koee aur desh tha. yah amarika tha, inglistan tha magar pyara bharat nahin.

relagadi jngalon, pahadon, nadiyon aur maidanon ko par karake mere pyare ganv ke pas pahunchi jo kisi zamane men phool-patton ki bahutayat aur nadi-nalon ki prachurata men svarg se hod karata tha. main gadi se utara to mera dil banson uchhal raha tha-ab apana pyara ghar dekhoonga, apane bachapan ke pyare sathiyon se miloonga. mujhe us vaqt yah bilkul yad n raha ki main nabbe baras ka boodha adami hoon. jyon-jyon main ganv ke pas pahunchata tha, mere qadam jald-jald uthate the aur dil men ek aisi khushi laharen mar rahi thi jise bayan nahin kiya ja sakata. har chiz par ankhen phad-phadaqar nigah dalata-aha, yah vo nala hai jisamen ham roz ghode nahalate aur khud gote lagate the, magar ab isake donon taraf kantedar taron ki chaharadivari khinchi huee thi aur samane ek bngala tha jisamen do-tin angrez bandooken lie idhar-udhar tak rahe the. nale men nahane ya nahalane ki sakht manahi thi. ganv men gaya aur ankhen bachapan ke sathiyon ko dhnoodhऩe lagin magar afasos vah sab ke sab maut ka nivala ban chuke the aur mera toota-phoota jhonpada jisaki god men barason tak khela tha, jahan bachapan aur befikriyon ke maze loote the, jisaka naksha abhi tak ankhon men phir raha hai, vah ab ek mitti ka dher ban gaya tha. jagah gair-abad n thi. saikadon adami chalate-phirate nazar aye, jo adalat aur kalaktari aur thane-pulis ki baten kar rahe the. unake chehare bejan aur fikr men doobe hue the aur vah sab duniya ki pareshaniyon se toote hue maloom hote the. mere sathiyon ke se hrisht-pusht, sundar, gore-chithhte naujavan kahin n dikhaee diye. vah akhada jisaki mere hathon ne buniyad dali thi, vahan ab ek toota-phoota skool tha aur usamen ginati ke bimar shakl-soorat ke bachche jinake cheharon par bhookh likhi thi, chithade lagaye baithe oongh rahe the. nahin, yah mera desh nahin hai. yah desh dekhane ke lie main itani door se nahin aya. yah koee aur desh hai, mera pyara desh nahin hai.

us baragad ke ped ki taraf dauda jisaki suhani chhaya men 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, tadapane vali aur dardanak yaden tazi ho gayin ki ghanton zamin par baithakar rota raha. yahi pyara baragad hai jisaki phunagiyon par ham chadh jate the, jisaki jataen hamara jhoola thin aur jisake phal hamen sari duniya ki mithaiyon se zyada mazedar aur mithe maloom hote the. vah mere gale men banhen dalakar khelane vale hamajoli jo kabhi roothate the, kabhi manate the, vah kahan gaye? ah, main begharabar musafir kya ab akela hoon? kya mera korhee sathi nahin. is baragad ke pas ab thana aur ped ke niche ek kursi par koee lal pagadi bandhe baitha hua tha. usake asapas das-bis aur lal pagadivale hath bandhe khade the aur ek adhannga akal ka mara adami jis par abhi-abhi chabukon ki bauchhar huee thi, pada sisak raha tha. mujhe khayal aya, yah mera pyara desh nahin hai, yah koee aur desh hai, yah yorap hai, amarika hai, magar mera pyara desh nahin hai, haragiz nahin.

idhar se nirash hokar main us chaupal ki or chala jahan sham ko pitaji ganv ke aur bade-boodhon ke sath huqqa pite aur hnsi-dillagi karate the. ham bhi us tat par qalabajiyan khaya karate. kabhi-kabhi vahan pnchayat bhi baithati thi jisake sarapnch hamesha pitaji hi hote the. isi-chaupal se lagi huee ek goshala thi. jahan ganv bhar ki gayen rakkhi jati thin aur ham yahin bachhadon ke sath kulelen kiya karate the. afasos, ab is chaupal ka pata n tha. vahan ab ganv ke tika lagane ka steshan aur ek dakakhana tha. un dinon isi chaupal se laga hua ek kolhada tha jahan jade ke dinon me ookh peri jati thi aur gud ki mahak se dimag tar ho jata tha. ham aur hamare hamajoli ghanton gnderiyon ke intazar men baithe rahate the aur gnderiyan katane vale mazadooro ke hathon ki tezi par acharaj karate the, jahan saikadon bar mainne kachcha ras aur pakka doodh milakar piya tha. yahan asapas ke gharon se auraten aur bachche apane-apane ghade lekar ate aur unhen ras se bharavakar le jate. afasos, vah kolhoo abhi jyon ke tyon gade hue hain magar dekho, kolhade 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 drishyon se dukhi hokar mainne ek adami se jo soorat se sharif nazar ata tha, kaha-baba, main paradeshi musafir hoon, rat bhar pade rahane ke lie mujhe jagah de do. is adami ne mujhe sar se pair tak ghoorakar dekha aur bola-age jao, yahan jagah nahin hai. main age gaya aur yahan se phir hukm mila- age jao. panchavin bar saval karane par ek sahab ne muththi bhar chane mere hath par rakh diye. chane mere hath se chhootakar gir pade aur ankhon se ansoo bahane lage. hay, yah mera pyara desh nahin hai, yah koee aur desh hai. yah hamara mehaman aur musafir ki avabhagat karane vala pyara desh nahin, haragiz nahin.

mainne ek sigaret ki dibiya li aur ek sunasan jagah par baithakar bite dinon ki yad karane laga ki yakayak mujhe us dharmashala ka khayal aya jo mere paradesh jate vaqt ban raha tha. main udhar ki taraf lapaka ki rat kisi tarah vahin katnoo, magar afasos, hay afasos, dharmashala ki imarat jyon ki tyon thi, lekin usamen garib musafiron ke rahane ke lie jagah n thi. sharab aur sharabakhori, jua aur badachalani ka vahan adda tha. yah halat dekhakar barabas dil se ek thandi ah nikali, main zor se chikh utha-nahin-nahin aur hazar bar nahin yah mera vatan, mera pyara desh, mera pyara bharat nahin hai. yah koee aur desh hai. yah yorap hai, amarika hai, magar bharat harigaj nahin.

andheri rat thi. gidad aur kutte apane rag alap rahe the. main dardabhara dil liye usi nale ke kinare jakar baith gaya aur sochane laga ki ab kya karoon? kya phir apane pyare bachchon ke pas laut jaoon aur apani namurad mitti amarika ki khak men milaoon? ab to mera koee vatan n tha, pahale main vatan se alag zaroor tha magar pyare vatan ki yad dil men bani huee thi. ab bevatan hoon, mera koee vatan nahin. isi soch-vichar men bahut der tak chupachap ghutanon men sir diye baitha raha. rat ankhon hi ankhon men kat gayi, ghadiy़al ne tin bajaye aur kisi ke gane ki avaz kanon me ayi. dil ne gudagudaya, yah to vatan ka nagma hai, apane desh ka rag hai. main jhat uth khada hua. kya dekhata hoon ki pandrah-bis auraten, boodhi, kamazor, saphed dhotiyan pahane, hathon men lote liye snan ko ja rahi hain aur gati jati hain-

prabhu, mere avagun chit n dharo

is madak aur tadapa dene vale rag se mere dil ki jo halat huee usaka bayan karana, mushkil hai. mainne amarika ki chnchal se chnchal, hnsamukh se hnsamukh sundariyon ki alap suni thi aur unaki zabanon se muhabbat aur pyar ke bol sune the jo mohak giton se bhi zyada mithe the. mainne pyare bachchon ke adhoore bolon aur totali bani ka anand uthaya tha. mainne surili chidiy़on ka chahachahana suna tha. magar jo lutf, jo maza, jo anand mujhe git men aya vah ji़ndagi men kabhi aur hasil n hua tha. mainne khud gunagunana shuroo kiya-

prabhu, mere avagun chit n dharo

tanmay ho raha tha ki phir mujhe bahut se adamiyon ki bolachal sunaee padi aur kuchh log hathon men pital ke kamandal liye shiv shiv,har, har gnge gnge, narayan-narayan kahate hue dikhaee diye. mere dil ne, phir gud-gudaya, yah to mere desh pyare desh ki bate hain. mare khushi ke dil bag-bag ho gaya . main in adamiyon ke sath ho liya aur ek do tin char panch chh: mil pahadi rasta par karane ke bad ham us nadi ke kinare pahunche jisaka nam pavitr hai, jisaki laharon men dubaki lagana aur jisaki god men marana har hindoo sabase bada puny samajhata hai. gnga mere pyare ganv se chh: sat mil par bahati thi aur kisi zamane men subah ke vaqt ghode par chadhaqar gnga mata ke darshan ko aya karata tha. unake darshan ki kamana mere dil men hamesha thi. yahan mainne hazaron adamiyon ko is sard, thithurate hue pani men dubaki lagate dekha. kuchh log baloo par baithe gayatri mantr jap rahe the. kuchh log havan karane men 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 main zor se kah utha- han han, yahi mera desh hai, yahi mera pyara vatan hai, yahi mera bharat hai. aur isi ke darshan ki, isi ki mitti men mil jane ki arajoo mere dil men thi.

main khushi men pagal ho raha tha. mainne apana purana kot aur pataloon utar phenka aur jakar gnga mata ki god men gir pada, jaise koee nasamajh, bhola-bhala bachcha din bhar paraye logon ke sath rahane ke bad sham ko apani pyari man ki god men daudaqar chala aye, usaki chhati se chipat jae. han, ab apane desh men hoon. yah mera pyara vatan hai, yah log mere bhaee , gnga meri mata hai.

mainne thik gngaji ke kinare ek chhoti si jhonpadi banava li hai aur ab mujhe sivay ramanam japane ke aur koee kam nahin. main roz sham-sabere gnga-snan karata hoon aur yah meri lalasa hai ki isi jagah mera dam nikale aur meri haddiyan gngamata ki laharon ki bhent chadhen.

mere ladake aur meri bivi mujhe bar-bar bulate hain, magar ab main yah gnga ka kinara aur yah pyara desh chhodaqar vahan nahin ja sakata. main apani mitti gngaji ko saunpoonga. ab duniya ki koee ichchha, koee akanksha mujhe yahan se nahin hata sakati kyonki yah mera pyara desh, meri pyari matribhoomi hai aur meri lalasa hai ki main apane desh men maroon.

tika tippani aur sndarbh


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