Baat Kuchh Dil Ki

(Music)
(Actor comes and takes position on stage..... stays quiet for few moments ...and
then starts speaking.)

Baat kuchh dil ki, kuchh ehsaas .... naya kuchh bhi nahi . Aap soch rahe honge ki
agar naya kuchh hai nahi toh fir kehne ki kya zaroorat ? Aur yeh sochna sahi bhi
hai ki jab naya kuchh hai nahi toh kyun bewajah keh kar sab ko batana ya fir
jatane ki koshish karna ki dil mey kuchh hai, humesha hi kuchh hai , kuchh aisa jo
kehne ke baad bhi baki reh jaata hai
Kya aapne kabhi gaur kiya hai ki kyun aisa hota hai ki jab hum kisi se pyaar karte
hain toh izhaar karne ke baad bhi dil mey lagta rehta hai ki kuchh kehna baki reh
gaya, ya jab dil khol kar kisi se shikwa aur shikayat karte hain toh uske baad bhi
kahin na kahin kuchh baki reh jata hai, kyun kabhi saari baatein lavzon mey
baahar nahi aati. Kya sab kuchh keh dene se humey darr lagta hai? Yaa fir sab
kuchh kabhi baahar aa sakta hi nahi ?
Shayad yahi sach hai ki chaah kar bhi hum sab kuchh keh nahi paate jo dil
mey hota hai.... Par kyun? Hum jo mehsoos karte hain ya jo khayal humare dil
mey paida hote hain woh hoobahoo darshaana shayad utna aasaan nahi. Ab
misaal ke taur par chaliye kisi insaan ki ek din ki din-charya ko hi le lije. Ek aam
aadmi ki zindagi mey har din har kaam ek hi samay par lagbhag shuru hota hai aur
khatam hota hai, magar kuchh chhoti chhoti baatein ya chhoti si ghatna aisi hoti
hai jo har din se kuchh alag hoti hai. Us alag ghatna ko woh kuchh pal ke liye
mehsoos karta hai aur fir bhool bhi jata hai. Aisa hote-hote na jaane kitni anginat
baatein ya mamuli kisse uske dimag ke ek kone mey kahin jama hoti jati hain.
Jaise raah chalte kayi naye chehron ko dekhna, ya kayi nayi aawaazon ka kaanon
mey padna. Magar woh saari baatein, ghatnaayein ya baatein itni mamuli lagti
hain ki woh hum kisi ko keh nahi sakte aur na hi bata sakte hain. Par in mamuli
baaton ki ek moti parat dar parat humare dimag mey saalon tak jama hoti rehti

hain. Yahi woh nayi baatein,ghatnaayein,aawaazein ya drishya hain jo humare

dimag ke andar roz ek alag vyaktitwa ko janm deti hongi ya anchaahi ya anjaani
surat bhi ban jaati hongi dilo dimag mey aur humey uska andaaza bhi nahi hota
hai.
Ab aap fir soch rahe honge ki aisa kyun? Mey koi scientist nahi hun aur na hi
insaani dimag ki vichitrata ka vishleshan kar sakti/ sakta hun. Par kya aisa nahi hai
ki humara dimag har din ek naye tareeke ko apnaata rehta hai, kuchh humesha
badalta rehta hai aur humey pata bhi nahi chalta. Har din ek naya beej ya fir kayi
naye beej dimag ke andar drishya aur dhwani ke maadhyam se jaate hain aur
unse soch ka ek naya hi paudha janm leta hai. Na jaane kitni anginat baaton ka
mishran dimag mey din par din aur saal dar saal hota rehta hai aur hum sirf keh
paate hain woh baatein jo upri taur par humare dimag mey hoti hain, andar ki
oohaapoh toh hum samajh hi nahi paate.
Kuchh samay pehle ki baat hai, ek raat do bhai, Baadal aur Vikaas apni motor-bike
pey baithe highway se sheher ki taraf aa rahe the. Vikas bike chala raha tha aur
Baadal uske peechhe baitha tha. Galati se Vikas ne signal dekha nahi aur laal batti
hone ke bawajood bike aage le jata gaya. Traffic police ne usse pakad liya aur
gusse mey usse apni lathi se do baar zor se peeta. Traffic police ka yeh karna galat
tha par jo uske baad Baadal ne kiya woh keh pana bahut hi dardnaak hai. Usne us
traffic police-man se lathi chheeni aur uske sir pey tab tak maarta raha jab tak ki
uska sir fat na gaya. Aaspaas ke logon ne use kisi tarah pakad kar kaabu kiya par
usse dekh kar lag raha tha jaise ki koi junoon us par sawaar ho. Traffic police-man
buri tarah se lahuluhaan tha. Use turant hospital le jaya gaya aur doctors ne uski
jaan bacha li. Lekin baadal ab salaakhon ke peechhe hai. Aap yeh soch rahe honge
ki shayad Baadal ek maansik rogi hai.
Baadal aam taur par bahut hi seedha sada insaan hai. Itna seedha ki har koi uske
saath mazaak karta hai, uske dost uski taang kheenchte rehte hain, aur woh kuchh
keh nahi pata unhe. Thoda dabbu aur bhaawuk kism ka hai woh. Bachpan mey do
teen baar usne raastey mey dekha tha ki kabhi-kabhar traffic police-men kis tarah
kisi rikshaw wale ko ya fir bheed ko controle karne ke liye lathi ka istemaal kar
dete hain. Bachpan ke us masoom dil mey woh lathi chahe kisi anjaan par hi padi

thi par uske dil mey ek aaghaat kar gayi. Woh roya nahi par andar hi andar bilakh
raha tha. Kayi baar usne apne pita ko dekha tha apni maa ke upar haath chalate
hue, use maarte hue. Woh baccha tha, sirf rone ke alaawa kuchh kar nahi paaya.
Yeh baatein woh kisi se keh nahi paaya par dimag ke ek kone mey ek krodh paalta
raha .... anjaane mey. Swabhaav se dabbu, roz marrah ki chhed-chhaad aur andar
dimag mey kahin palta krodh, inhi sab baaton ke mishran se bana ek alag hi
vyakteetwa, aur in sabse anjaan Baadal.... shayad yahi kaaran tha ki apne
chhote bhai ke upar woh yeh waar bardaash nahi kar paaya aur khud par se kaabu
kho baitha. Bachpan ki ghatnaon se panapta hua woh krodh is tarah baahar nikla.
Lekin kya ab bhi puri tarah baahar aa paya. Kya kahin kuchh baki nahi reh gaya
hoga, ek alag vyaktitwa jo uski jaankaari ke bina hi uske andar aakaar le chuka hai,
woh vyaktitwa kya ek aur naya ya bada roop nahi lega? Fir kayi saalon tak badalte
badalte....
Roz marrah ki dincharya ko hum itna mamuli samajhte hain, un anubhavon ko
itna mamuli samajhte hain ki unhe yaad rakhna ya kehna zaruri nahi lagta. Par
humara avchetan man yani ki subconscious mind kabhi kuchh nahi bhoolta.
Sochiye beete har saal ke har pal ka har anubhav wahan kaid hai aur aane wale
har pal ka bhi hota rahega. Aur yeh saari mamuli baatein humare andar kya
parivartan la rahi bina humari jaankaari ya anumati ke, uska humey kuchh pata
nahi, kyunki woh humare kaabu mey nahi. Aur yeh har din badalta anubhavon ka
taal-mel sirf kabhi-kabhi apni jhalak dikhata hai, humari pratikriyaon ke roop mey.
Jo bahar aati hain woh sirf pratikriyaaein hain,waastavik anubhav nahi.
Kuchh baatein toh dimag mey is kadar apni jakad banane lagti hain ki jo baatein
hum kehna bhi chahte hon unhe bhi baahar aane nahi deti .Sochiye roz ek nayi
baat har ek pichhli baat se milkar ek naya roop le rahi hai, har din baaton ki ek
nayi gutthi ban rahi, lekin sirf pratikriyaaon se yeh pata hi nahi chal sakta ki woh
baat aakhir shuru mey aayi kab thi dimag mey,uski utpatti hi kahan se hui, kyunki
shuruaat se ant tak ka safar toh hum jaante hi nahi, yani pratikriyaaon ke
kaaranon ko hum kabhi poori tarah samajh sakte hi nahi, sirf ek anumaan bhar
laga sakte hain.
Apni ek dost ki hi ghatna batati hun. Reema, Reema ek bahut hi tez tarrar ladki

hai, kisi se nahi darti, bilkul bindaas. Koi usse panga lene ki koshish nahi karta. Ek
baar toh usne raastey mey ek ladke ki pitayi kar di thi chhed-chhad karne par.
Lekin kal raat jab parking lot se woh apni gaadi nikaalne gayi tab ek aadmi
achanak se aaya aur reema ko ek chhoora dikha ke dhamkane laga, uska bag aur
jo bhi jewellery usne pehen rakhi thi woh turant dene ke liye kaha.Reema darr
gayi ! bilkul darr gayi! Kuchh der toh usse samajh hi nahi aaya, fir darr se usne
apna bag aur saari jewellery us aadmi ko de di. Woh aadmi saamaan lekar bhag
gaya lekin Reema abhi bhi dari hui thi, soch rahi thi aisa kyun hua?
Usne yeh baat mujhe batayi aur baat-cheet se jitna mey samajh payi/ paya mey
woh batane ki koshish karti/ karta hun. Poori baat keh paungi/ paunga yeh yakeen
se kehna zara mushkil hai.....(a mysterious laugh). Baat un dinon ki hai, jab Reema
school mey padhti thi. Ek din apne doston ke saath woh jhooth bol kar movie
dekhne gayi, ghar mey bahana banaya ki school ke baad seedha coaching centre
jayegi. Lekin ghar lautatey waqt kafi shaam ho gayi, saare dost apne apne raaste
ja chuke the aur woh ek sunsaan gali se aa rahi thi ki achaanak usse aisa ehsaas
hua ki do log uska peechha kar rahe hain. Woh seham si gayi. Jaise hi woh do log
uske bahut kareeb aaye woh puri taakat laga ke itna tez bhaagi ki seedha apne
ghar ke paas hi ja kar ruki. Usne peechhe dekha toh koi bhi nahi tha, bas wahi roz
wali chehel pehel thi ghar ke aas paas. Ek baar ke liye use laga ki yeh sirf uska
wehem raha ho. Kuchh din baad woh yeh wakiya bhool gayi. Par iss ghatna ke
baad anjaane mey ek jhootha saahasi vyaktitwa apnane lagi, nidar aur nishfikra
dikhne ka ek jhoota mukhauta apna liya..... anjaane mey. Lekin parking lot mey
jab waise hi sunsaan maahoul mey woh aadmi achanak se aa gaya, toh saalon
pehle hue us waakiye ka asar tab saamne aaya. Kahin na kahin ek darr uske dil
mey humesha tha, upar se saahasi banne ki bharsak koshish ke baawajood woh
darr bahar nahi nikal paaya.
Toh mere kehne ka matlab sirf yeh hai ki agar aapko yeh lagta hai ki duniya mey
kuchh log toh aise hain jinhe aap bahut achhi tarah jaante hain ya jo apne dil ki
har baat aap se khul kar vyakt kar dete hain aur kuchh bhi chhupate nahi toh mey
kehti hun ki ek baar fir soch kar dekhiye ki kya yeh mumkin hai? Mey yeh nahi keh
rahi ki woh jaan boojh kar aisa karte honge, par kya yeh sach-much mumkin hai ki
koi bhi insaan apne dil ki har baat keh sake? Kya uske dil mey kuchh kahin na

kahin baki nahi rehta?

(by Vijaylaxmi Kothari)