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aj poore 60 varsh ke bad mujhe matribhoomi - pyari matribhoomi ke darshan prapt hue hain. jis samay main apane pyare desh se vida hua tha aur bhagy mujhe pashchim ki or le chala tha us samay main poorn yuva tha. meri nason men navin rakt sncharit ho raha tha. hriday umngon aur badi-badi ashaon se bhara hua tha. mujhe apane pyare bharatavarsh se kisi atyachari ke atyachar ya nyay ke balavan hathon ne nahin juda kiya tha. atyachari ke atyachar aur qanoon ki kathorataen mujhase jo chahe so kara sakati hain magar meri pyari matribhoomi mujhase nahin chhuda sakatin. ve meri uchch abhilashaen aur bade-bade oonche vichar hi the jinhonne mujhe desh-nikala diya tha.

mainne amerika ja kar vahan khoob vyapar kiya aur vyapar se dhan bhi khoob paida kiya tatha dhan se annd bhi khoob manamane loote. saubhagy se patni bhi aisi mili jo saundary men apana sani ap hi thi. usaki lavanyata aur sundarata ki khyati tamam amerika men phaili. usake hriday men aise vichar ki gunjaish bhi n thi jisaka sambandh mujhase n ho main us par tan-man se asakt tha aur vah meri sarvasv thi. mere panch putr the jo sundar hrisht-pusht aur eemanadar the. unhonne vyapar ko aur bhi chamaka diya tha. mere bhole-bhale nanhe-nanhe pautr god men baithe hue the, jab ki mainne pyari matribhoomi ke antim darshan karane ko apane pair uthaye. mainne annt dhan priyatama patni sapoot bete aur pyare-pyare jigar ke tukade nanhe-nanhe bachche adi amooly padarth keval isilie parityag kar diya ki main pyari bharat-janani ka antim darshan kar loon. main bahut boodha ho gaya hoon, das varsh ke bad poore sau varsh ka ho jaoonga. ab mere hriday men keval ek hi abhilasha baki hai ki main apani matribhoomi ka rajakan banoon.

yah abhilasha kuchh aj hi mere man men utpann nahin huee balki us samay bhi thi jab meri pyari patni apani madhur baton aur komal katakshon se mere hriday ko praphullit kiya karati thi. aur jab ki mere yuva putr pratahkal a kar apane vriddh pita ko sabhakti pranam karate us samay bhi mere hriday men ek kanta-sa khatakhata rahata tha ki main apani matribhoomi se alag hoon. yah desh mera desh nahin hai aur main is desh ka nahin hoon.

mere pas dhan tha, patni thi, ladake the aur jayadad thi, magar n maloom kyon mujhe rah-rah kar matribhoomi ke toote jhonpade char-chhai bigha mauroosi zamin aur balapan ke lngotiya yaron ki yad aksar sata jaya karati. prayah apar prasannata aur anndotsavon ke avasar par bhi yah vichar hriday men chutaki liya karata tha ki yadi main apane desh men hota.

jis samay main bambee men jahaz se utara mainne pahile kale kot-pataloon pahane tooti-phooti angreji bolate hue mallah dekhe. phir angreji dukan tram aur motaragadiyan dikh padin. isake bad rabaratayaravali gadiyon ki or munh men churat dabe hue adamiyon se muthabhed huee. phir rel ka viktoriya tarminas steshan dekha. bad men main rel men savar hokar hari-bhari pahadiyon ke madhy men sthit apane ganv ko chal diya. us samay meri ankhon men ansoo bhar aye aur main khoob roya kyonki yah mera desh n tha. yah vah desh n tha jisake darshanon ki ichchha sada mere hriday men laharaya karati thi. yah to koee aur desh tha. yah amerika ya inglaind tha magar pyara bharat nahin tha.

relagadi jngalon, pahadon, nadiyon aur maidanon ko par karati huee mere pyare ganv ke nikat pahunchi jo kisi samay men phool, patton aur phalon ki bahutayat tatha nadi-nalon ki adhikata se svarg ki hod kar raha tha. main us gadi se utara to mera hriday banson uchhal raha tha - ab apana pyara ghar dekhoonga - apane balapan ke pyare sathiyon se miloonga. main is samay bilakul bhool gaya tha ki main 90 varsh ka boodha hoon. jyon-jyon main ganv ke nikat ata tha, mere pag shighr-shighr uthate the aur hriday men akathaniy annd ka shrot umad raha tha. pratyek vastu par ankhen phad-phad kar drishti dalata. aha ! yah vahi nala hai jisamen ham roj ghode nahalate the aur svayn bhi dubakiyan lagate the kintu ab usake donon or kantedar tar lage hue the. samane ek bngala tha jisamen do angrej bndooken liye idhar-udhar tak rahe the. nale men nahane ki sakht manahi thi.

ganv men gaya aur nigahen balapan ke sathiyon ko khojane lagin kintu shok! ve sab ke sab mrityu ke gras ho chuke the. mera ghar-mera toota-phoota jhonpada - jisaki god men main barason khela tha, jahan bachapan aur bephikri ke annd loote the aur jisaka chitr abhi tak meri ankhon men phir raha tha, vahi mera pyara ghar ab mitti ka dher ho gaya tha.

yah sthan gair-abad n tha. saikadon adami chalate-chalate drishti ate the jo adalat-kachahari aur thana-pulis ki baten kar rahe the unake mukhon se chinta nirjivata aur udasi pradarshit hoti thi aur ve ab sansarik chintaon se vyathit maloom hote the. mere sathiyon ke saman hrisht-pusht balavan lal chehare vale navayuvak kahin n dekh padate the. us akhade ke sthan par jisaki jad mere hathon ne dali thi ab ek toota-phoota skool tha. usamen durbal tatha kantihin rogiyon ki-si sooratavale balak phate kapade pahine baithe oongh rahe the. unako dekh kar sahasa mere mukh se nikal pada ki nahin-nahin yah mera pyara desh nahin hai. yah desh dekhane main itani door se nahin aya hoon - yah mera pyara bharatavarsh nahin hai.

baragad ke ped ki or main dauda jisaki suhavani chhaya men mainne bachapan ke annd udaye the, jo hamare chhutapan ka kridasthal aur yuvavastha ka sukhaprad vasasthan tha. ah ! is pyare baragad ko dekhate hi hriday par ek bada aghat pahuncha aur dil men mahanh shok utpann hua. use dekh kar aisi-aisi duahkhadayak tatha hriday-vidarak smritiyan taji ho gayin ki ghnton prithvi par baithe-baithe main ansoo bahata raha. han! yahi baragad hai jisaki dalon par chadh kar main phunagiyon tak pahunchata tha, jisaki jataen hamara jhoola thin aur jisake phal hamen sare snsar ki mithaiyon se adhik svadisht maloom hote the. mere gale men banhen dal kar khelane vale lngotiya yar jo kabhi roothate the, kabhi manate the, kahan gaye, hay! bina gharabar ka musaphir ab kya akela hi hoon? kya mera koee bhi sathi nahin? is baragad ke nikat ab thana tha aur baragad ke niche koee lal safa bandhe baitha tha. usake as-pas das-bis lal pagadi vale karabaddh khade the! vahan phate-purane kapade pahane durbhikshagrast purush jis par abhi chabukon ki bauchhar huee thi, pada sisak raha tha. mujhe dhyan aya ki yah mera pyara desh nahin hai, koee aur desh hai. yah yorop hai, amerika hai, magar meri pyari matribhoomi nahin hai - kadapi nahin hai.

idhar se nirash ho kar main us chaupal ki or chala jahan sham ke vakt pita ji ganv ke any bujurgon ke sath huqqa pite aur hnsi-kahakahe udate the. ham bhi us tat ke bichhaune par kalabajiyan khaya karate the. kabhi-kabhi vahan pnchayat bhi baithati thi, jisake sarapnch sada pita ji hi hua karate the. isi chaupal ke pas ek goshala thi, jahan ganv bhar ki gayen rakhi jati thin aur bachhadon ke sath ham yahin kilolen kiya karate the. shok! ki ab us chaupal ka pata tak n tha. vahan ab ganvon men tika lagane ki chauki aur dakakhana tha.

us samay isi chaupal se laga ek kolhavada tha, jahan jade ke dinon men eekh peri jati thi aur gud ki sugndh se mastishk poorn ho jata tha. ham aur hamare sathi vahan gndariyon ke lie baithe rahate aur gndariyan karane vale mazadooron ke hastalaghav ko dekh kar ashchary kiya karate the. vahan hajaron bar mainne kachcha ras aur pakka doodh mila kar piya tha aur vahan as-pas ke gharon ki striyan aur balak apane-apane ghade le kar ate the aur unamen ras bhar kar le jate the. shok hai ki ve kolhoo ab tak jyon ke tyon khade the kintu kolhavade ki jagah par ab ek san lapetane vali mashin lagi thi aur usake samane ek tamboli aur sigaret vale ki dookan thi. in hriday-vidarak drishyon ko dekhakar mainne dukhit hriday se ek adami se jo dekhane men sabhy maloom hota tha poochha - mahashay, main ek paradeshi yatri hoon. rat bhar let rahane ki mujhe agya dijiega is adami ne mujhe sir se pair tak gahari drishti se dekha aur kahane laga ki age jao yahan jagah nahin hai. main age gaya aur vahan se bhi yahi uttar mila- age jao. panchavin bar ek sajjan se sthan mangane par unhonne ek mutthi chane mere hath par rakh diye. chane mere hath se chhoot pade aur netron se aviral ashru-dhara bahane lagi. mukh se sahasa nikal pada ki hay! yah mera desh nahin hai yah koee aur desh hai. yah hamara atithi-satkari pyara bharat nahin hai - kadapi nahin.

mainne ek sigaret ki dibiya kharidi aur ek sunasan jagah par baithakar sigaret pite hue poorv samay ki yad karane laga ki achanak mujhe dharmashala ka smaran ho aya jo mere videsh jate samay ban rahi thi main us or lapaka ki rat kisi prakar vahin kat loon magar shok! shok!! mahanh shok!!! dharmashala jyon ki tyon khadi thi kintu usamen garib yatriyon ke tikane ke lie sthan n tha. madira durachar aur dyoot ne use apana ghar bana rakha tha. yah dasha dekh kar vivashatah mere hriday se ek sard ah nikal padi aur main zor se chilla utha ki nahin, nahin, nahin aur hazar bar nahin hai - yah mera pyara bharat nahin hai. yah koee aur desh hai. yah yorop hai, amerika hai, magar bharat kadapi nahin hai.

andheri rat thi. gidad aur kutte apane-apane karkash svar men uchcharan kar rahe the. main apana dukhit hriday le kar usi nale ke kinare ja kar baith gaya aur sochane laga - ab kya karoon! phir apane putron ke pas laut jaoon aur apana yah sharir amerika ki mitti men milaoon. ab tak meri matribhoomi thi. main videsh men zaroor tha kintu mujhe apane pyare desh ki yad bani thi, par ab main desh-vihin hoon. mera koee desh nahin hai. isi soch-vichar men main bahut der tak ghutanon par sir rakhe maun raha. ratri netron men hi vyatit ki. ghnte vale ne tin bajaye aur kisi ke gane ka shabd kanon men aya. hriday gadgad ho gaya ki yah to desh ka hi rag hai yah to matribhoomi ka hi svar hai. main turnt uth khada hua aur kya dekhata hoon ki 15-20 vriddha striyan saphed dhotiyan pahine hathon men lote liye snan ko ja rahi hain aur gati jati hain:

hamare prabhu avagun chitt n dharo...

main is git ko sun kar tanmay ho hi raha tha ki itane men mujhe bahut se adamiyon ki bolachal sun padi. unamen se kuchh log hathon men pital ke kamndal liye hue shiv-shiv, har-har gnge-gnge, narayan-narayan adi shabd bolate hue chale jate the. anndadayak aur prabhavotpadak rag se mere hriday par jo prabhav hua usaka varnan karana kathin hai.

mainne amerika ki chnchal se chnchal aur prasann se prasann chittavali lavanyavati striyon ka alap suna tha. saharshon bar unaki jihva se prem aur pyar ke shabd sune the. hridayakarshak vachanon ka annd uthaya tha. mainne surile pakshiyon ka chahachahana bhi suna tha, kintu jo annd jo maza aur jo sukh mujhe is rag men aya, vah mujhe jivan men kabhi prapt nahin hua tha. mainne khud gunaguna kar gayaah

hamare prabhu avagun chit n dharo...

mere hriday men phir utsah aya ki ye to mere pyare desh ki hi baten hain. anndatirek se mera hriday anndamay ho gaya. main bhi in adamiyon ke sath ho liya aur 6 mil tak pahadi marg par karake usi nadi ke kinare pahuncha, jisaka nam patit-pavani hai, jisaki laharon men dubaki lagana aur jisaki god men marana pratyek hindoo apana param saubhagy samajhata hai. patit-pavani bhagirathi gnga mere pyare ganv se chhai-sat mil par bahati thi. kisi samay men ghode par chadh kar gnga mata ke darshanon ki lalasa mere hriday men sada rahati thi. yahan mainne hajaron manushyon ko is thnde pani men dubaki lagate hue dekha. kuchh log baloo par baithe gayatri-mntr jap rahe the. kuchh log havan karane men snlagn the. kuchh mathe par tilak laga rahe the aur kuchh log sasvar vedamntr padh rahe the. mera hriday phir utsahit hua aur main zor se kah utha- han han yahi mera pyara desh hai, yahi meri pavitr matribhoomi hai, yahi mera sarvashreshth bharat hai aur isi ke darshanon ki meri utkat ichchha thi tatha isi ki pavitr dhooli ke kan banane ki meri prabal abhilasha hai.

main vishesh annd men magn tha. mainne apana purana kot aur pataloon utar kar phenk diya aur gnga mata ki god men ja gira jaise koee bholabhala balak din bhar nirday logon ke sath rahane ke bad sndhya ko apani pyari mata ki god men daud kar chala aye aur usaki chhati se chipat jay. han ab main apane desh men hoon. yah meri pyari matribhoomi hai. ye log mere bhaee hain aur gnga meri mata hai.

mainne thik gnga ke kinare ek chhoti-si kuti banava li hai. ab mujhe siva ram-nam japane ke aur koee kam nahin hai. main nity pratah-sayn gnga-snan karata hoon aur meri prabal ichchha hai ki isi sthan par mere pran nikalen aur meri asthiyan gnga mata ki laharon ki bhent hon.

meri stri aur mere putr bar-bar bulate hain, magar ab main yah gnga mata ka tat aur apana pyara desh chhod kar vahan nahin ja sakata. apani mitti gnga ji ko hi saunpoonga. ab snsar ki koee akanksha mujhe is sthan se nahin hata sakati kyonki yah mera pyara desh aur yahi pyari matribhoomi hai. bas meri utkat ichchha yahi hai ki main apani pyari matribhoomi men hi apane pran visarjan karoon.

tika tippani aur sndarbh


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