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MAA KE AANSU
MAA KE AANSU
Yeh kahani…
ek ladke ki nahi hai…
Yeh kahani…
ek maa ke dard ki hai.
Us ladke ka naam tha… Rohan.
Age… 18 saal.
Aur Rohan…
kisi ki nahi sunta tha.
Na maa ki baat…
na papa ki advice…
na teachers ki warning.
Uska ek hi rule tha…
“Jo mujhe chahiye… abhi chahiye.”
Mobile… maa-papa la dete.
Bike… maa-papa dilwa dete.
Paise… maa-papa de dete.
Par jab baat aati…
khud kuch karne ki…
Rohan chup ho jaata.
Na padhai…
na discipline…
na zimmedari.
Baal badhe hue…
bolne ka tareeqa kadwa…
aur aankhon mein sirf attitude.
Zyada tar waqt…
apne room mein band.
Lights off…
earphones on…
aur duniya se koi matlab nahi.
School ke teachers kehte the…
“Ladka samajhdaar hai…
par ziddi hai.”
Aur Rohan kehta…
“Mujhe kisi se koi matlab nahi.”
Par…
ek insaan thi…
jo har din marte hue jee rahi thi.
Uski maa.
Roz subah…
uske liye tiffin banta.
Raat ko…
uske room ke bahar khana rakha jaata.
Kabhi daant nahi…
kabhi cheekh nahi.
Bas raat ko…
chupchaap aansu.
Ek din maa ne himmat karke kaha…
“Beta…
thoda apni life ke baare mein soch le…”
Rohan bhadak gaya.
“Agar mujhe force kiya na…
toh main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon!”
Aur phir…
usne woh kaha…
jo kisi maa ke liye
zeher se kam nahi hota…
“Main suicide kar lunga.”
Us pal…
maa ke pair kaanp gaye.
Us raat…
maa ne khana nahi khaya.
Bas…
Rohan ke bachpan ki tasveerein dekhti rahi.
Aur khud se poochti rahi…
“Galti meri kahaan reh gayi?”
Agli subah…
maa hospital mein thi.
BP high.
Body weak.
Dil toot chuka tha.
Rohan ke phone par call aaya.
Maa ki awaaz nahi thi…
doctor ki thi.
“Tumhari maa…
stress ki wajah se gir gayi hai.”
Us din…
Rohan ke room ka andhera
use darane laga.
School ke din yaad aaye…
jab maa uska bag pack karti thi.
Exam ke din…
uske liye bhagwan se ladti thi.
Aur aaj…
wo maa hospital bed par thi.
Doctor ne kaha…
“Tumhari maa…
tumhari wajah se…
roz thoda thoda marte hue jee rahi hai.”
Yeh line…
Rohan ke dil ke andar utar gayi.
Usne sheesha dekha.
Aur pehli baar…
khud se sharam aayi.
Us din…
Rohan roya.
Zor se.
Bachche ki tarah.
Maa ka haath pakad ke bola…
“Maa…
maaf kar do…
main sudhar jaunga.”
Perfect nahi bana…
par zimmedaar ban gaya.
Room ka door khola.
Mobile kam kiya.
College join kiya.
Aur sabse badi baat…
suicide ki dhamki dena chhod diya.
Kyuki use samajh aa gaya tha…
“Jo maa ko rula ke jeeta hai…
wo kabhi khud khush nahi reh sakta.”
Agar tum bhi…
apni maa-papa ko
emotional blackmail karte ho…
Toh yaad rakhna…
tum unhe maar nahi rahe…
bas roz thoda thoda tod rahe ho.
Aur jab ek din…
maa sach mein chali jaayegi…
Tab tumhari saari freedom…
tumhe kaatne lagegi.
Sudhar jao…
Aaj.
Abhi.
