Khamosh Lafzon ki Talash
Shehar ke ek goshay mein ek bohat purani library thi, jis ki almariyon mein sainkdon saal purani kitabein dhool mein ati padi thin. Is library ka nigehban ek zaeef-ul-umar shakhs tha jise sab "Sahib-e-Ilm" kehte the. Ek din, ek naujawan wahan aya aur usne poochha, "Baba ji, aap sari zindagi in kitabon ke beech baith kar kya dhoondte rahe? Kya aapko woh mil gaya?"
Boodhe librarian ne muskura kar ek maali si kitab uthai aur uske safahat paltte hue bola: "Beta, insaan apni zindagi mein sirf do cheezein dhoondta hai; ek woh jawab jo uske sawalon ko khatam kar de, aur doosri woh kahani jo use amar kar de." Naujawan hairan reh gaya, "Toh kya aapko woh kahani mil gayi?" Boodhe ne almari ki taraf ishara kiya jahan hazaron kitabein thin. "Maine yahan sirf kitabein nahi sambhali hain, maine logon ke khwabon ko qaid kiya hai. Har kitab ek insaan ka tajurba hai. Jab main ise padhta hoon, toh main hazaron zindagiyaan jee leta hoon. Maine seekha hai ki zindagi ka asal maqsad sirf chalna nahi, balki is raste par aise nishaan chhodna hai jo doosron ke liye charagh ban saken."
Woh shaam dhal rahi thi, library ki khurki se sooraj ki akhri kirnein andar aayin aur kitabon ke zarraat hawa mein raqs karne lage. Naujawan ko tab samajh aya ki yeh library sirf kagaz ke tukdon ka majmooa nahi, balki insani himmat aur justajoo ka khazana hai. Us din ke baad, woh naujawan bhi librarian ke sath mil kar in purani kitabon ko nayi zindagi dene mein lag gaya.
Naujawan, jiska naam Aryan tha, ab rozana is library mein aane laga. Sheikh-e-Kitab ne ise kaam sikhana shuru kiya. Yeh sirf kitabein tarteeb dene ka kaam nahi tha; yeh purani kitabon ki jildein durust karna, kagaz ke bosیدہ safahat par khas maholool laga kar unhein mehfooz karna, aur sabse ahem, har kitab ke peeche chhupi hui kahani ko samajhna hai. Aryan ne jald hi mehsoos kiya ki yeh library sirf lakdi ke khano ka dhancha nahi, balki ek zinda saans leti hui emarat hai.
Ek din, Sheikh-e-Kitab ne use ek khufia kamre ki taraf rehnumayi ki, jo library ke sabse pichle hisse mein waqe tha. Wahan ek mez thi jis par ek purani diary rakhi thi. "Aryan," Sheikh ne dheemi aawaz mein kaha, "Yeh diary is library ka rooh-e-rawan hai. Ise likhne wala ek aisa shakhs tha jis ne poori duniya ka safar kiya, magar aakhir mein use sukoon sirf isi library ki khamoshi mein mila." Aryan ne diary kholi. Usmein likha tha: "Safar us waqt khatam nahi hota jab tum manzil par pahunch jaate ho, safar tab khatam hota hai jab tum apni zaat ko pa lete ho."
Aryan ke dil mein ek ajeeb si kashmakash paida hui. Kya use bhi sirf kitabon ke darmiyan zindagi guzar deni chahiye? Sheikh ne ek muskurahat ke sath jawab diya: "Tumhare andar ka musafir tumhein bahar bulayega, lekin tumhare andar ka adeb tumhein qalam uthane par majboor karega. Tum jahan bhi jaoge, yeh kitabein tumhare sath rahengi." Agle kuch mah Aryan ke liye tabdeeli ka baais bane. Usne na sirf kitabon ko padha, balki unse seekha hua ilm muashrey mein phailana shuru kiya. Woh shaam ko library se nikal kar shehar ke chowk mein jata aur wahan logon ko kahaniyaan sunata.
Ek din, Sheikh-e-Kitab bimar ho gaye. Ab library ki mukammal zimmedari Aryan ke kandhon par thi. Usne library ke darwaze har khas o aam ke liye khol diye. Usne ek chhota sa web page bhi banaya taake duniya ke doosre kone mein baithe log bhi in purani kitabon ke nuskkhon tak rasai hasil kar saken. Aryan ko ab samajh a gaya tha ki Sheikh kya kehna chahte the. Woh ab khud bhi ek diary likhne laga tha.
Ek shaam, Aryan ne apni diary ka aakhri safha palta. Usne likha: "Library sirf deewaron ka naam nahi, yeh ek ehsas hai. Jab tak alfaaz zinda hain, tab tak insaan kabhi nahi marta. Meri kahani toh abhi shuru hui hai." Woh ab jaan gaya tha ki kitabein likhna ya padhna sirf ek mashghla nahi, yeh kainat ke raazon ko samajhne ka ek muqaddas safar hai. Is safar mein na toh koi thakawat thi aur na hi koi ikhtitam, kyunki ilm ki pyas kabhi nahi bujhti. Aur shayad, yeh insani zindagi ka sabse bada ezaaz hai.
Kahani ka Hasil:
Is kahani ka bunyadi hasil yeh hai ki insaan ka wajood uske kaam aur ilm se zinda rehta hai. Zindagi sirf manzil tak pahunchne ka naam nahi, balki is safar ke dauran seekhne aur doosron ke liye faida-mand banne ka naam hai. Jab hum apne ilm ko baantte hain aur apni takhleeqi salahiyaton ko nayi nasl ya duniya tak pahunchate hain, toh hum darasal amar ho jaate hain. Asal sukoon apne shauq aur maqsad ko diandari se nibhaane mein hi posheeda hai.
Faqat, aapki duaaon ka talabgar, Sagar Pardesi
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