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Disclaimer
2. Ch. - 1 (part 1)
3. Ch. - 1 (part 2)
4. Ch. 1 (part - 3)
5. Ch. 2 - (part 1)
6. Chapter 2 (part 2)
Disclaimer
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Thank you.
Ch. - 1 (part 1)
"Meri zindagi ki sabse badi khwaish.... " Ball point wo hothon me dabai wo
soch me padh gayi. Phir ek lamba saans lete hue qadr e babasi se muskurai

"Bht mushkil hai is sawal ka jawab dena"

"Kyu mushkil hai?? " Jaweriya ne usse poocha
"Kyu ke meri bht saari khwaishaat hain, aur har khwaish hi mere liye bht
aham hai. " Usne sar jhatakte hue kaha.

Wo dono auditorium ke aqbe hisse me deewar ke saath zameen pe tek

lagaye baithi thi. FSC classes me aaj unka aanthwa (8th) din tha, aur us
waqt wo dono free period me auditorium ke aqbi hisse me aakar baith gayi
thi. Namkeen moongphali ke daano ko ek ek karke khatey hue Jaweriya ne
usse poocha,

"Tumhari zindagi ki sabse badi khwaish kya hai Imama? "

Imama ne qadr e hairani se use dekha aur soch me padh gayi,

"Pehle tum batao, tumhari zindagi ki sabse badi khwaish kya hai? " Imama
ne jawab dene ke bajaye ulta sawal kar diya.

"Pehle mene poocha hai, tumhe pehle jawab dena chahiye" Jaweriya ne
gardan hilai.

"Achha! Theek hai, mujhe aur sochne do" Imama ne fauran haar mante hue
kaha.

"Meri zindagi ki sabse badi khwaish.... " Wo badbadaai.

"Ek khwaish to ye hai ki meri zindagi bht lambi ho" Usne kaha

"Kyu? " Jaweriya hasi.

"Bas 50 - 60 saal ki zindagi mujhe bohot choti lagti hai. Kam se kam 100
saal to milne chahiye insan ko duniya me. Aur phir me itna sab kuch karna
chahti huhu, agar jaldi mar jaungi to meri zindagi ki saari khwaishaat
adhuri reh jayengi." Usne moongphali ka ek dana mooh me daalte hue kaha.

"Achha aur?? " Jaweriya ne kaha.

"Aur ye ke me mulk ki sabse badi doctor banna chahti hu, sabse achhi eye
specialist. Me chahti hu ki jab Pakistan me eye surgery ki taarikh likhi jaye
to usme mera naam top of the list ho." Usne muskurate hue Aasmaan ko
dekha.

"Achha! Aur agar kabhi tum doctor na ban saki to??" Jaweriya ne kaha.
"Aakhir ye merit aur qismat ki baat hai"

"Esa mumkin hi nahi hai. Me itni mehnat kar rahi hu ke merit par soorat
aaungi. Phir mere walidain ke paas itna paisa hai ki agar me yahan kisi
medical college me na ja saki, to wo mujhe behroone mulk bhijwa denge."

"Phir bhi agar kabhi esa ho ke tum doctor na ban sako to? "

"Ho hi nahi sakta. Ye meri zindagi ki sabse badi khwaish hai, aur me is
profession ke liye sab kuch chodh sakti hu. Ye mera khwaab hai aur
khwabon ko bhala kaise chodha ja sakta hai. Impossible"

Imama ne qatai andaaz me sar hilate hue hatheli pe rakhe dano me se ek aur
dana mooh me dala.

"Zindagi me kuch bhi na mumkin nahi ho sakta, kabhi bhi kuch bhi ho
sakta hai. Farz karo, ki tum doctor nahi ban paati to, phir tum kya karogi?
Kaise react karogi?"

Imama ab so h me padh gayi

"Pehle to me bht roungi, bohot hi zyada, kai din aur phir me mar jaungi"

Jaweriya be-ikhtiyaar hasi

"Aur abhi kuch der pehle to tum keh rahi thi ki tum lambi zindagi chahti
hoho, aur abhi tum keh rahi ho ke tum mar jaogi"

"Haan, to phir zinda rehkar kya karoongi? Saare plans hi mere medical ke
hawale se hain, aur phir ye cheez zindagi se nikal gayi, to phir baaqi rahega
kya"

"Yaani tumhari ek badi khwaish, doosri badi khwaish ko qatl kar degi? "

"Tum ye hi samajh lo. "

"To phir iska matlab to yehi hua ke, tumhari sabse badi khwaish doctor
banna hai, lambi zindagi pana nahi"

"Tum keh sakti ho."

"Achha! Agar tum doctor na ban saki, to phir marogi kaise? Khudkhushi
karogi ya tabai maut? ? "
Jaweriya ne badi dilchaspi se poocha

"Tabai maut, khudkhushi to kar hi nahi sakti" Imama ne laparwahi se kaha

"Aur agar tumhe tabai maut na aa saki to? Mera matlab hai jald na aayi to
phir tum doctor na banne ke bawajood lambi zindagi guzarogi? "

"Nahi, mujhe pata hai, ki agar me doctor na bani to me bohot jald mar
jaungi. Mujhe itna dukh hoga ke me zinda reh hi nahi sakoongi" Wo yaqeen
se boli

"Tum jis qadar khush mizaaj hoho, me kabhi yaqeen nahi kar sakti ki tum
kabhi itni dukhi ho sakti ho ke ro ro kar mar jao, aur wo bhi sirf isliye ke
tum doctor nahi ban saki, sounds funny"
Jaweriye ne is baar uska mazaq udhane was style me kaha.

"Tum ab meri baat chodho, apni karo, tumhari zindagi ki sabse badi
khwaish kya hai? " Imama ne mouzu badalte hue kaha

"Rehne do"

"Kyu rehne do? Batao na"

" Tumhe bura lagega" Jaweriya ne kuch hichkichaatey hue kaha

Imama ne gardan modh kar hairani se kaha "mujhe kyu bura lagega? "
Jaweriya khamosh rahi

"Esi kya baat hai jo mujhe buri lagegi? " Imama ne apna sawal dohraya

"Buri lagegi" Jaweriya ne maddham aawaz me kaha

"Aakhir tumhari zindagi ki sabse badi khwaish ka meri zindagi se kya

ta'aluq haihai, ke me ispar bura manoongi" Imama ne is baar qadr e uljhe
hue andaaz me poocha

"Kahin tumhari khwaish ye to nahi ki me doctor na banu" Imama ko

achanak yaad aaya.

Jaweriya hass di "nahi, zindagi sirf ek doctor ban jane se kahin zyada
ehmiyat ke haamil hoti hai"
Usne kuch falsafiyana andaaz me kaha

"Paheliya bujhwana chodh do aur mujhe batao" Imama ne kaha "me wada
karti hu me bura nahi maanungi" Imama ne apna haath uski taraf badhate
hue kaha

"Wada karne ke ba'wajood tum meri baat sunne par buri tarah naraz hogi,
behtar hai hum kuch aur baat karein" Jaweriya ne kaha

"Achha me andaza lagati hu, tumhari is baat ka ta'aluq meri kisi bht aham
cheez se hai, right? " Imama ne kuch sochte hue kaha

Jaweriya ne sar hilaya

"Ab sawal ye paida hota hai ke, mere liye konsi cheez itni aham ho sakti hai
ke me.... " Wo baat karte karte ruk gayi

"Magar jab tak me tumhari khwaish ki nauhiyat jaan nahi leti, me kuch bhi
andaza nahi kar sakti...... Bata do jaweriya, please, ab to mujhe bht hi zyada
tajassus ho raha hai" Usne minnat ki

Wo kuch der sochti rahi. Imama ghaur se uska chehra dekhti rahi. Kuch der
ki khamoshi ke baad jaweriya ne sar utha kar imama ko dekha.
"Mere profession ke alawa meri zindagi me jin cheezon ki ahmiyat hai, wo
sirf ek hi hai, aur agar tum iske hawale se kuch kehna chahti ho to kaho, me
bura nahi maanungi." Imama ne sanjeedgi se kaha

Jaweriya ne qadr e chaunk ke use dekha, wo apne haath me maujood ek

angoothi ko dekh rahi thi. Jaweriya muskurai,

"Meri zindagi ki sabse badi khwaish ye hai ke, ke tum..... "

Jaweriya ne use apni khwaish batai. Imama ka chehra ek dum safaid padh
gaya. Wo shocked thi ya hairat zada, jaweriya andaza nahi kar saki, magar
uske chehre ke taasurat ye zarur bata rahe they ke jaweriya ke mooh se
nikalne wale jumle, uske har andaze ke baraks they.

"Mene tumse kaha tha na, ki tum bura manogi" Jaweriya ne jaise safai pesh
karne ki koshish ki, magar imama...... Baghair kuch kahe use dekhti rahi.

X-----X-----X

Muiz halaq ke bal chillata hua dard se dohra ho gaya. Uske dono haath apne
pait par they. Uske saamne khade barah (12) saala ladke ne apni phati hui T-
shirt ki aasteen se apni naak se behta khoon saaf kiya, aur haath me pakde
tennis racket ko, ek baar phir poori quwwat se muiz ki taang par de maara.
Muiz ke halaq se ek baar phir cheekh nikli aur wo is baar seedha ho gaya.
Kuch beyaqeeni ke alam me usne khud se 2 saal chote bhai ko dekha, jo ab
baghair kisi lihaaz aur murawwat ke use is racket se peet raha tha, jo muiz
kuch der pehle use peetne ke liye lekar aaya tha. Is hafte me un dono ke
darmiyaan hone wala ye teesra jhagda tha. Aur teeno baar jhagda shuru
karne wala uska chota bhai tha. Muiz aur uske ta'aluqaat hamesha hi na-
khushgawar rahe they. Unka jhagda bachpan se lekar ab se kuch pehle tak
sirf zabani - kalami baaton aur dhamkiyon tak hi mehdood rehta tha. Magar
ab kuch arse se wo dono haatha-pai par bhi utar aate they. Aaj bhi yehi hua
tha. Wo dono school se ikatthey wapis aaye the, aur gaadi se utarte uske
chote bhai ne badi darashti ke saath peechey diggi se apan bag khench kar
nikala, jab muiz apna bag nikal raha tha. Bag kheechte hue muiz ke haath
ko Buri tarah ragadh aayi. Muiz buri tarah tilmilaaya.

"Tum andhe ho chuke ho" Wo itmenaan se apna bag uthaey beniyazi se

ander jaa raha tha. Muiz ke chillane par usne palat kar usko dekha, aur
lounge ka darwaza khol kar ander chala gaya. Muiz ke tan badan me jaise
aag lag gayi. Wo tez qadmon se uske peechey ander chala gaya

"Agar dobara tumne esi harkat ki, to me tumhara haath todh doonga" Uske
qareeb pohochte hue muiz ek baar phir dahadha. Usne bag kandhey se utar
kar neechey rakh diya aur dono haath kamar par rakh kar khada ho gaya

"Nikaloonga, tum kya karoge? haath todoge? Itni himmat hai?"

"Ye me tumhe us waqt bataunga, jab tum dobara ye harkat karoge" Muiz
apne kamre ki taraf badha magar uske bhai ne poori quwwat se uska bag
kheechte hue use rukne par majboor kar diya.

"Nahi, tum mujhe abhi batao" Usne muiz ka bag utha kar door phenk diya.
Muiz ka chehra surkh ho gaya. Usne zameen par padha hua apne bhai ka
bag utha kar door uchal diya. Ek lamhe ke intezaar kiye baghair uske Bhai
ne poori quwwat se muiz ki taang par thokar maar di. Jawaban usne chote
bhai ke mooh par poori quwwat se mukka mara, jo uski naak par laga. Agle
hi lamhe uski naak se khoon tapakne laga. Itne shadeed hamle ke bawajood
uske halaq se koi awaz nahi nikli thi, usne muiz ki tie khechte hue uska gala
dabane ki koshish ki. Muiz ne jawaban uski shirt ko collar se khencha. Use
shirt ke phatne ki aawaz aayi. Usne poori quwwat se apne chote bhai ke pait
me mukka mara. Uske bhai ke haath se uski tie nikal gayi.

"Thehro, me ab tumhe tumhara haath todh kar batata hu." Muiz ne use
gaaliyaan dete hue lounge ke ek koney me padhe hue ek racket ko utha lia.
Apne chote bhai ko maarne ki koshish ki. Magar agle hi lamhe uska racket
uske bhai ke haath me tha. Usne poori quwwat se ghumakar, itni bark raftari
ke saath us racket ko muiz ke pait par mara ke sambhal ya khud ko bacha
bhi na saka. Usne yak ke baad deegar e uski kamar aur taang par barsa diye.
Ander se un dono ka bada bhai ishtehaal ke alam me lounge me aa gaya.

"KYA TAKLEEF HAI TUM DONO KO?? GHAR ME AATE HI

HUNGAMA SHURU KAR DETE HO" Usko dekhte hi chote bhai ne utha
hua racket neeche kar liya tha.

"Aur tum, tumhe sharm nahi aati, apne bade bhai ko maartemaarte" Uski
nazar ab uske haath me pakse hue racket pe gayi

"Nahi aati" Usne badi dhitai ke saath kehte hue racket ek taraf uchal diya,
aur badi bekhaufi se kuch fasle par padha hua apna bag utha kar ander jaane
laga.

Muiz ne buland awaz me seedhi chadhte hue apne chote bhai se kaha
" Tumko iska khamiyaza bhugatna padega."
Wo abhi tak apni taang sehla raha tha

"Sure, why not" Ek ajeeb si muskurahat ke saath seedhiyon ke aakhri sirey

par rukke usne muiz se kaha

"Agli baar tum bat lekar aana, tennis racket se kuch maza nahi aaya,
tumhari koi haddi nahi tooti"

Muiz ko ishtehaan aa gaya "tum apni naak sambhalo wo yaqeenan toot gayi
hogi"

Muiz gusse ke aalam me seedhiyon ko dekhta raha, jahan kuch der pehle
wo khada tha.
X-----X-----X

Mrs. Samantha Richards ne doosri row me khidki saath pehli kursi par
baithe hue us ladke ko chauthi(4th) baar ghoora. Wo us waqt bhi badi be
niyazi se khidki se baahar dekhne me masroof tha. Waqtan fa waqtan wo
baahar se nazre hatatha, ek nazar mrs. Samantha ko dekhta, uske baad phir
usi tarah baahar jhankne lagta. Islamabad ke ek ghair mulki school me wo
aaj pehle din, is class ki biology padhane ke liye aayin thi. Wo ek diplomat
ki biwi thi, aur kuch din pehle hi apne shauhar ke saath islamabad aayin thi.

Teaching unka profession tha. Aur jis jis mulk me unke shauhar ki posting
hui, wo wahan sifarat khane se munsalik schools me padhati rahi. Isse pehle
biology padhane wali teacher, Mrs. Marin ki scene of work ko hi jaari karte
hue, unhone class ke saath kuch ibtedaai taarruf aur guftagu ke baad, dil
aur nizaam dauraan e khoon ka diagram writing board par banate hue
samjhana shuru kiya. Diagram ki wazahat karte hue unhone us ladke ko
khidki se bahar jhankte hue dekha. Purani technique ka istemaal kartekarte,
apni nazre us ladke par malboos rakhte hue, unhone achanak bolna band
kar diya. Class me yak dum khamoshi si chaa gayi. Us ladke ne sar
ghumakar ander dekha. Mrs. Samantha Richards se uski nazar mili. Mrs.
Samantha muskurai aur ek baar phir unhone apna lecture shuru kar diya.
Kuch der tak unhone isi tarah apni nazrein us ladke par rakhi, jo ab apni
saamne padhi notebook par kuch likhne me masroof tha.

Uske baad Mrs. Samantha ne apni tawajjo class me maujood doosre

students par malboos kar li. Unka khayal tha ki wo khaasa sharminda ho
chuka hai aur ab dobara bahar nahi dekhega. Magar sirf 2 minute baad hi
unhone use ek baar phir khidki se baahar mutawajjo dekha. Wo ek baar phir
bolte bolte khamosh ho gayi. Bila tabaquf us ladke ne gardan modh kar phir
unki taraf dekha. Is baar Mrs. Samantha muskurai nahi, balke qadr e
sanjeedgi se use dekhte hue, ek baar phir lecture dena shuru kar diya. Chand
lamhe guzarne ke baad unhone writing board ko dekhne ke baad us ladke
ko dobara dekha, to wo ek baar phir khidki se bahar kuch dekhne me
masroof tha.

Is baar ghair maisoos taur par unke chehre par kuch narazgi namudaar hui,
aur wo kuch jhunjlate hue khamosh hui aur unke khamosh hoti hi us ladke
ne ek baar phir khidki ke bahar se apni nazrein hata kar unki taraf dekha. Is
baar us ladke ke maathey par bhi kuch shikne they. Ek nazar Mrs.
Samantha ko nagawari se dekh kar, ek baar phir khidki se bahar dekhne
laga. Iska andaza is qadar tauheen aamez tha ke Mrs. Samantha Richards ka
chehra surkh ho gaya

"Salar!! Tum kya dekh rahe ho?" Unhone sakhti se poocha

"Nothing" Yek lafzi jawab aaya. Wo ab chubhti hui nazron se unhe dekh
raha tha.

"Tumhe pata hai me kya padha rahi hu?"

"Hope so" Usne itne rude andaaz me kaha ke Mrs. Samantha Richards ne
yak dum haath me pakda hua markar cap se band karke maiz par phek diya.

"Ye baat hai to phir yahan aao is diagram ko banake usko label karo"
Unhone sponge ke saath writing board ko saaf karte hue kaha. Yak ke baad
deegar ladke ke chehre par kai rang aaye.

Unhone class me baithey hue students ko aapas me nazron ka tabaadla karte

hue dekha. Wo ladka ab sard nazron ke saath Samantha Richards ko dekh
raha tha. Jaise hi unhone writing board se aakhri nishaan saaf kiya, wo apni
kursi se ek jhatke ke saath utha. Tez qadmon ke saath chalte usne table par
padha hua marker uthaya, aur barq raftaari ke saath board par diagram
banane laga. Poore 2 minutes 57 seconds ke baad usne marker par cap laga
kar use maiz par usi andaaz me uchala, jis andaaz me Samantha Richards ne
uchala tha. Aur Samantha ko dekhe baghair apni kursi par aakar baith gaya.

Mrs. Richards ne use markar uchalte ya apni kursi ki taraf jaate nahi dekha,
wo beyaqeeni ke aalam me writing board par 3 minutes se bhi kam arse me
banaye jane wali is labeled diagram ko dekh rahi thi, jise banane me unhone
10 minutes liye they. Aur wo unke diagram se zyada achi thi. Wo kahin bhi
mamuli si ghalti bhi nahi dhoond saki. Kuch khafeef se hate unhone gardan
modhkar ek baar phir us ladke ko dekha, wo phir khidki se bahar dekh raha
tha.

X-----X-----X

Waseem ne teesri baar darwaze par dastak di. Is baar ander se imama ki
aawaaz aayi

"Kon hai? "

"Imama, me hu. Darwaza kholo." Waseem ne darwaze se apna haath hata te

hue kaha. Ander khamoshi chaa gayi. Kuch der baad darwaze ka lock
khulne ki awaz sunai di. Waseem ne darwaze ke handle ko ghumakar
darwaza khol diya. Imama uski janib pusht kiye apne bed ki taraf badi.

"Tumhe is waqt kya kaam aan padha hai mujhse?"

"Aakhir tuumne itni jaldi darwaza kyu band kar liya tha? Abhi to 10 baje
hain" Waseem kamre me daakhil hote hue bola.

"Bas neend aa rahi thi mujhe" Wo bed par baith gayi.

Waseem uska chehra dekh kar chaunk gaya.

"Tum ro rahi thi? " Beikhtiyaar uske mooh se nikla. Imama ki aankhe surkh
aur sooji hui thi. Aur wo usse nazren churani ki koshish kar rahi thi.

"Nahi, ro nahi rahi thi. Bas sar me kuch dard ho raha tha." Imama ne
muskurane ki koshish ki.

Waseem ne uske paas baith kar uska haath pakad kar temperature check
karne ki koshish ki,

"Kahin bukhar to nahi hai" Usne kuch tasweesh bhare andaaz me kaha aur
phir haath chodh diya.
"Bukhar to nahi hai, to phir tum koi tablet le leti"

"Me le chuki hu"

"Achha tum so jao, me baatein karne aaya tha, magar ab is haalat me kya
batein karoonga tumse. " Waseem ne qadam bahar ki taraf badhate hue
kaha. Imama ne use rokne ki koshish nahi ki. Wo khud bhi uth kar uske
peeche gayi. Aur waseem ke nikalte hi usne darwaze ko phir lock kar liya.
Bed par ondhey mooh let kar usne takiye me mooh chupa liya. Wo ek baar
phir hichkiyon ke saath to rahi thi.

X-----X-----X

Terah(13) saal ka wo ladka, us waqt tv pe music show dekhne me masroof

tha, jab tayyaba ne ander jhanka. Beyaqeeni se unhone apne bete ko dekha.
Aur phir kuch narazgi ke alam me ander chali gayi.

"Ye kya ho raha hai? " Unhone ander aate hi kaha.

"TV dekh raha hu" Usne TV se nazrein nahi hatai.

"TV dekh raha hu?? Fir God's sake.... Tumhe ehsaas hai ki tumhare papers
ho rahe hain" Tayyaba ne uske samne aate hue kaha.

"So what?" Us ladke ne is baar kuch khafgi se kaha.

"So what?? Tumhe is waqt apne kamre me kitabon ke darmiyaan hona

chahiye, na ke yahan is behooda show ke saamne." Tayyaba ne daanta

"Mujhe jitna padhna tha, me padh chuka hu, aap saamne se hat jayein"
Uske lehje me nagawaari thi.

"Phir bhi, utho aur ander jaakar padho" Tayyaba ne is tarah khadhe khadhe
kaha.

"Na me yahan se uthoonga, aur na me ander jaa kar padhoonga. Meri

studies aur papers mera masla hai, aapka nahi"
"Agar tumhe itni parwah hoti studies ki, to kya is waqt yahan baithe hote??
"

"Step aside" Usne tayyaba ke jumle ko nazarandaaz karte hue, badi hi

badtameezi ke saath saath haath ke ishare se kaha.

"Aaj tumhare baba aa jayein to me unse baat karti hu" Tayyaba ne use
dhamkane ki koshish ki.

"Abhi baat karlein, kya hoga, baba kya kar lenge, jab me aapko bata chuka
hu ki jitni tayyari mene karni hai, mene karli hai, to phir aapko kya masla
hai??"

"Ye tumhare salana imtehaan hain, tumhe ehsaas hona chahiye is baat ka"
Tayyaba ne yak dam apne lehje ko naram karte hue kaha.

"Me koi 2-4 saal ka bachha nahi hu ki mere aagey ppiche phirna padhe
aapko, me apne mamlaat me aapse zyada samajhdaar hu. Isliye third class
qism ke jumle mujhse na bola karein. 'Exams ho rahe hain', 'studies par
dhyaan do', 'is waqt tumhe apne kamre me hona chahiye', 'me tumhare
father se baat karoongi' what a rubbish "

Wo baat karte karte gusse me sofey se uth kar khadha ho gaya. Haath me
pakda hua remote usne poori quwwat se saamne wali diwar par de maara.
Aur paon patakta hua kamre se nikal gaya. Tayyaba kuch bebasi aur khiffat
ke alam me use kamre se bahar nikalta hua dekhti rahi.

X-----X-----X

Filomena France ne apne haath me pakde hue packet maiz par rakhte hue ek
nazar hall me daudhaai. Paper shuru hone me abhi 10 minutes baaqi they.
Aur hall me moujood student, kitabein, notes aur notebook pakde tezi se
safey aagey peeche karte un par aakhri nazar daal rage they. Unke jismani
harkaat se unki pareshani aur isteraab ka izhaar ho raha tha. Filomena
France ke liye ye ek bht maanoos scene tha. Phir unki nazre takreeban hall
ke darmiyaan me baithey hue Salar par jaa thehri. 25 students me wo us
waqt wahid student tha jo itmenaan se apni kursi par taang pe taang rakhe
baitha tha. Ek haath me scale pakde hue aahista aahista use apne joote pe
maarte hue itmenaan se idhar udhar dekh raha tha.

Filomena ke liye ye scene bhi naya nahi tha. Apne 7 saala career me,
unhone papers ke dauran Salar ko isi befikri aur laparvahi ka muzahira
karte paya tha. 9 baj kar 2 minutes pe unhone Salar ke paas se guzarte hue
MCQs par Mamneet objective type paper thama diya. 30 minutes ke baad
unhe wo paper unse lena tha. 9:10 pe unhone Salar ko apni kursi se khada
hote dekha. Uske khade hote hi uske peechey moujood tamaam students ne
sar utha kar use dekha. Wo paper haath me liye Filomena France ki taraf jaa
raha tha. Filomena France ke liye, ye scene bhi naya nahi tha. Wo pehle bhi
yehi kuch dekhti aayin thi. 30 minutes me hal kiya jane wala paper, wo 8
minutes hal karke unke sar par khada tha.

"Paper ko dobara dekh lo" Unhone ye jumla usse nahi kaha. Wo janti thi ki
iska jawab kya hoga. 'Me, dekh chuka hu.' Aur agar Use ek baar phir paper
dekhne par majboor karti, to wo hamesha ki tarah, papers le jaakar, apni
kursi ke hattey par rakh kar, baazu seene par lapet kar baith jata. Unhe yaad
nahi tha ki kabhi usne kabhi unke kehne par paper ko dobara check kiya ho.
Aur wo ye tasleem karti thi ke use iski zarurat bhi nahi thi. Uske paper me
kisi ek bhi ghalati ko dhoondna bht mushkil kaam tha. Unhone ek halki si
muskurahat ke saath uske haath se paper pakad liya.

"Tum Jante ho Salar, meri zindagi ki sabse badi tamanna kya hai?" Unhone
paper par nazar daalte hue kaha.
"Ke me tumhe 30 minutes ka paper, 30 minutes ke baad submit karwate hue
dekhu."

Wo unki baat pe khafeef andaz me muskuraya.

"Aapki ye khwaish, us soorat me poori ho sakti hai mam, agar me ye paper,
150 saal ki umar me hal karne baithu.

"Nahi, mera khayal hai ki 150 saal ki umar me tum ye paper 10 minutes me
hal karoge" Is baar wo hasa aur wapas mudh gaya. Filomena France ne uske
paper ke safaat ko ulat palat karke dekha. Ek sar sari si nazar unko ye
batane ke liye kaafi thi, ki wo is paper me kitne number gawayega.

Zero.

X-----X-----X

Salma ne apni beti ke haathon me ek gift paper me lipte hue ek packet ko

hairani se dekha.

"Ye kya hai ye imama, tum to market gayi thi. Shayad kuch kitabein leni thi
tumhe.

" Haan ammi, mujhe kitabein hi leni thi. Magar kisi ko tohfe me dene ke
liye."

"Kisko tohfa dena hai? "

"Wo, lahore me ek dost hai meri, uski saalgira hai, uske liye kharida hai.
Courier service ke zariye bhijwa doongi. Kyuki mujhe to abhi yahan rehna
hai."

"Lao phir mujhe do ye packet, me waseem ko doongi, wo bhijwa dega "

"Nahi ammi, me abhi nahi bhinwaungi. Abhi uski saalgira ki taarikh nahi
aayi."

Salma ko laga jaise wo yak dum se ghabra gayi ho. Unhe hairani hui 'kya ye
ghabrane wali baat thi? '

Teen saal pehle unhe Imama ki wajah se bht zyada pareshaani ka saamna
karna padha tha. Unhe aur unke shauhar hashim ko. Wo tab apni beti ke
baare me bht fikarmand thi, aur Hashim unse zyada. Magar pichle teen saal
me sab kuch theek ho gaya tha. Wo dono ab uske taraf se mukammal taur
par mutmaeen they. Khaas taur par Asjad se uski nisbat tay karke. Wo janti
thi ki Imama Asjad ko pasand karti hai. Aur sirf wohi nahi, Asjad ko koi bhi
pasand kar sakta tha. Wo har lihaz se ek achha ladka tha. Wo ye bhi janti
thi, ke Asjad se nisbat tay hone par wo kitni khush thi. Asjad aur uske
darmiyaan khaasi dosti aur betakallufi thi. Magar baaz dafa unhe lagta, jaise
wo waqt guzarne ke saath saath, bht chup hoti jaa rahi hai. Wo pehle esi
nahi thi. Magar ab wo school jane wale bachhi bhi to nahi rahi. Medical
college ki student hai.

Phir waqt bhi kahan hota uske paas. Salma hamesha khud ko tasalli de leti.
Wo unki sabse choti beti thi. Badi dono betiyon ki ab wo shadi kar chuki
thi. Ek bete ki bhi shadi kar chuki thi. Jabke 2 bete aur Imama ghair shadi
shuda they.

"Achha hi ke wo sanjeeda hoti jaa rahi hai. Ladkiyon ke liye sanjeedgi

achhi hoti hai. Unhe jitni jaldi apni zimmedaarion ka ehsaas ho jaye, achha
hai." Salma ne gehri saans lete hue Imama se nazrein hata li. Wo chhuttiyon
me ghar aayi hui thi. Aur jitne din wo yahan rehti, unke nazrein usi par
marqooz rehti.

"Pata nahi ye sajid kahan rehti gaya. Jo bhi kaam uske zimm me lagao, bas
bhool hi jao." Unhe achanak apne mulazim ka khayal aaya, jiske peeche wo
lounge me aayi thi. Badbadate hue wo lounge se nikal gayi.
Ch. - 1 (part 2)
Wo new year night thi, naya saal shuru hone me 30 minutes baaqi they. 10 -
15 ladko par mushtamil 14 - 15 saal ke ladko ka wo group, pichle 2 ghanton
se apni motorcycles par sheher ki mukhtalif sadkon par apne kartab dikhane
par masroof tha. Unme se chand ne apne maathey par chamakdaar bands
bandhey hue they, jin par naye saal ke hawale se kuch mukhtalif
paighamaat darj they. Wo log ek ghanta pehle, posh ilaqe ke ek badi
supermarket me moujood they. Aur wahan wo mukhtalif ladko par awazein
kastey rahe they. Apni bikes par sawaar mukhtalif chakkar laga rahe they.
Unke paas firecrackers moujood they, jinhe wo waqtan fa waqtan chala rahe
they. 11:45 par wo jimkhana ke bahar moujood they, jahan parking lot
gaadiyon se bhar chuka tha. Ye gaadiyaan un logon ki thi, jo jimkhana me
naye saal ke silsile me hone wali party me aaye they. Un ladko ke paas bhi
is party ke dawati card moujood they. Kyu ki unme se takreeban tamaam ke
walidain jimkhana ke members they. Wo ladke ander pohoche, to 11:55 ho
rahe they.

Chand minto baad dance floors samet tamaam jaghon ki lights off ho jati
thi. Aur uske baad bahar lawn me aatishbaazi ke ek muzahire ke saath naya
saal shuru hone par lights on hona thi. Iske baad wahan takreeban tamaam
raat wahan raqs ke saath saath sharab pee jati, jiska ehtemaam naye saal ki
is taqreeb ke liye, jimkhana ki intezamiyan, khaas taur par karti thi. Lights
off hote wahan ek toofaan e badtameezi ka aaghaz ho jata tha. Wur wahan
moujood log isi toofaan e badtameezi ke liye wahan aate they. 15 saala wo
ladka bhi 10 ladko ke us group ke saath aane ke baad us waqt dance floor
par rock beat par dance kar raha tha. Dance me uski maharat qaable deed
thi.

12 bajne me 10 second rehjane par lights off ho gayi aur theek 12 bajne par
yak dam lights phir se on kardi gayi. Andhere ke baad seconds ginne walon
ki awazein ab shor aur khushi ke kehkehon aur cheekhon me badal gayi thi.
Chand seconds pehle tham jane wala music, ek baar phir bajaya jane laga.

Wo ladka apne dosto ke saath bahar parking me aa gaya, jahan bht se ladke
apni apni gaadiyon ke horn baja rahe they. Unhi ladko ke saath beer ke can
pakde, wo wahan moujood ek gaadi ki chatt par chadh gaya. Us ladke gadi
ki chatt par khade khade apni jacket ki jeb se beer ka ek bhara hua can
nikala, aur poori quwwat se kuch faasle pe khadi ek gaadi ke windscreen
par de maara. Ek dhamake ke saath gaadi ki windscreen choor choor ho
gayi. Wo ladka itmenaan ke saath apne bayein haath me pakda can peeta
raha.

X-----X-----X

Wo pichle aadhe ghante se kamraan ko video game khelte hue dekh raha
tha. Screen par moujood score me kuch khaas izafa nahi ho raha tha.
Shayad iski wajah wo mushkil track tha jispar kamraan ko gaadi drive karni
thi. Salar lounge ke sofon me se ek sofe par baitha, apni notebook par kuch
likhne me masroof tha, magar waqtan fa waqtan nazar utha kar TV screen
ko bhi dekh raha tha, jahan kamraan apni jadd o jahad me masroof tha.
Theek aadhe ghante baad notebook band karke saamne padhi maiz par rakh
di. Phir mooh par haath rakh kar jamai roki. Dono taange saamne padhi
maiz par rakh kar, aur dono haathon ki ungliyaan sar ke peechey baandhey
wo kuch der screen ko dekhta raha, jahan kamraan apni tamaam chances
zaya karne ke baad, ek baar phir naya game khelne ki tayyari kar raha tha.

"Kya problem hai kamraan?" Salar ne kamraan ko mukhatib kiya

"Ese, bas naya game leke aaya hu, magar score karne me badi mushkil ho
rahi hai." Kamraan ne bezaari se kaha.

"Achha mujhe dikhao" Usne sofe se uthkar remote control uske haath se le
liya. Kamraan ne dekha, pehle 20 second me hi salar usko jis speed se uda
raha tha, us speed par kamraan abhi tak nahi daudh paya tha. Jo track usko
mushkil lag raha tha, wo salar ke samne ek bachkana cheez mehsoos raha
tha. 1 minute wo jis speed par gaadi daudha raha tha, usi speed par kamraan
ke liye us par nazrein jamana mushkil ho gaya. Jabke salar, is speed par bhi
gaadi ko mukammal taur par control kiye hue tha. 3 minute baad pehli baar
kamraan ne gaadi ko dagmagate aur phir track par se utarte aur phir ek
dhamake ke saath usko tabah karte dekh.

Kamraan ne kuch muskurate gardan modh kar Salar ko dekha,

"Gaadi kyu tabah hui thi?"

Wo jaan gaya tha ke ab remote salar ke haath ke bajaye, maiz par padha tha.
Wo apni notebook uthaye khada ho raha tha. Kamraan ne sar utha ke use
dekha.
"Bht boring game hai." Kamraan ne tabsara kiya aur kamraan ki taangon ko
phalangte hue lounge se bahar nikal gaya. Kamraan honth bheechey saat
hinso pe mabni, us score ko dekh raha tha, jo screen ke ek koney me
jagmaga raha tha. Kuchh na samajh aane wale andaaz me behrooni darwaze
ko dekha, jisse wo ghayab hua tha.

X-----X-----X
Wo dono ek baar phir khamosh they. Asjad ko uljhan hone lagi. Imama itni
kam-go nahi thi, jitni uske saamne ho jati thi. Pichle aadhe ghante pehle
usne ginti ke lafz boley they. Wo use bachpan se janta tha. Wo bht khush
mizaaj thi. Un dono ke nisbat theraae jane ke baad bhi ibtedaai saal me
usme koi tabdeeli nahi aayi. Asjad ko usse baat karke khushi mehsoos ho
rahi thi. Wo bala ki haazir jawab thi, magar pichle kuch saalon me wo yak
dam badal gayi thi. Aur medical college me jaakar to ye tabdeeli aur bhi
mehsoos hone lagi thi.

Asjad ko baaz dafa yu mehsoos hota jaise usse baat karte hue wo hadd darje
mohtaat rehti thi. Kabhi wo uljhi hui mehsoos hoti, to kabhi uske lehje me
ajeeb si sard mehri mehsoos hoti. Use lagta wo usse jald as jald chutkara
paa kar uske paas se uth kar chali jana chahti hai. Us waqt bhi wo esa hi
mehsoos kar raha tha.

"Me kai baar sochta hu me khamakhan hi tumhare liye yahan aane ka

taraddud karta hu. Tumhe to isse koi farq nahi padhta hoga ke me aau ya na
aau." Asjad ne gehri saans lekar kaha.

Wo uske muqabil lawn chair par baithi, door boundary wall par chadhi hui
bale ko ghoor rahi thi. Asjad ki shikaayat par usne gardan hilaye baghair
apni nazrein bale se hata kar Asjad par markooz kar di. Asjad ne sawaliya
nazron se use dekha magar wo khamosh rahi to usne lafzon me kuch radd o
badal ke saath apna sawal dohraya.

"Tumhe mere na aane se koi farq nahi padhega, kyu imama, theek keh raha
hu me? "

"Ab me kya keh sakti hu is par"

"Tum kamas kam inkaar to kar sakti ho, meri baat ko jhutla sakti ho ke esi
baat nahi hai, me ghalat soch raha hu,
aur......"

"Esi baat nahi hai, aap ghalat soch rahe hain." Imama ne uski baat kaat kar
kaha. Uska lehja utna hi thanda aur chehra utna hi betassur tha, jitna pehle
tha. Asjad ek thandi saans lekar reh gaya.

"Haan, meri dua aur khwaish to yehi hai ki esa na ho. Aur me waqai ghalat
soch raha hu. Magar tumse baat karte hue haar baar me esi hi mehsoos karta
hu. "

"Kis baat se aap esa mehsoos karte hain?"

Is baar pehli baar asjad ko uski awaz me kuch narazgi jhalakti hui mehsoos
hui
"Bht si baaton se, tum meri baat ka dhang se jawab hi nahi deti. "

"Halaki me apni baat ka dhang se jawab dene ki bharpoor koshish karti hu,
lekin ab aapko mere jawab pasand na aayein to me kya kar sakti hu "

Asjad ko is baar baat karte hue wo kuch khafa mehsoos hui.

"Mene kab kaha ke mujhe tumhare jawab pasand nahi aaye. Me to bas ye
keh raha hu ki meri har baat ke jawab me tumhare paas 'haan' aur 'nahi' ke
alawa kuch nahi hota. Baaz dafa mujhe lagta hai me apne aap se baatein kar
raha hu."

"Agar aap mujhse ye poochenge ki 'theek ho? ' to me uska jawab haan ya
nahi me hi doongi. Haan aur nahi ke alawa is sawal ka jawab kisi takreer se
kiya ja sakta hai to aap mujhe wo de dein. Me kar doongi. " Wo bilkul
sanjeeda thi.
"Haan aur nahi ke saath bhi to kaha jaa sakta hai, aur kuch nahi to jawaban
mera haal hi pooch sakti ho. "

"Me aapka kya haal poochu? Zahir hai aap mere ghar aayein hain, mere
saamne baithe mujhse baatein kar rahe hain, to iska wazeh matlab to ye hai
ki aap theek hain, warna aap is waqt apne ghar ke bistar pe padhe hote. "

"Ye formality hoti hai imama"

"Are aap jante nahi, me formalities pe yaqeen nahi rakhti. Aap bhi mujhse
mera haal na poocha karein. Me bilkul mind nahi karoongi. "
Asjad jaise lajawab ho gaya.

"Theek hai formalities ko chodho, banda koi aur baat kar leta hai, kuch
discuss kar leta hai, apni masroofiyat ke baare me hi kuch bata deta hai."

"Asjad, me aapse kya discuss karu, aap business karte hain, me medical
student hu, aapse me kya poochu, stock market ki position, trend bullish
tha, ya bearish index me kitne points ka izafa hua, ya agli consignment
kaha bhej rahe hain, is baar government ne aapko kitni rebate di, " Uska
lehja ab bhi utna hi sard tha.

"Ya aap se anatomy discuss karu, konse awamil jigar ko mutassir karte hain,
by pass surgery me is saal konsi nayi technique istemaal ki gayi hai, dil ki
dhadkan babaal karne ke liye kitne se kitne wolt ka electric shock diya jaa
sakta hai. To hum dono ki masroofiyat to ye hain. Ab inke discuss se aap
aur me, mohobbat ki konsi nayi manzilein tay karenge? Wo meri samajh se
bahar hai.

Asjad ka chehra surkh ho gaya. Ab wo us lamhe ko kos raha tha, jab usne
imama se shikayat ki thi.
"Aur bhi to masroofiyat hoti hain insaan ki. " Asjad ne qadr e kamzor lehje
me kaha.

"Nahi, padhai ke alawa to meri koi aur masroofiyat nahi hai." Imama ne
qatayyat se sar hilate hue kaha.

"Pehle bhi to hum aapas me bht si baatein karte they. "

Imama ne uski baat kaat di, "pehle ki baat chodhein, ab me waqt zaya karna
afford nahi kar sakti. Hairat mujhe aap par ho rahi hai ki aap businessman
ho kar itni emotional aur immature soch rakhte hain. Aapko to khud bht
practical hona chahiye. "

Asjad kuch na bol saka.

"Hum dono ke darmiyaan jo rishta hai, Wo hum dono jante hain. Ab agar
aap meri practical approach ko beiltifaati, beniyazi, narazi samjhe, to me
kya kar sakti hu. Me aapke saath yahan baithi hu to iska matlab ye hi hai ke
me is rishte ko ehmiyat deti hu. Warna koi ajnabi mere saath yahan baith
kar is tarah chai nahi pee sakta."

Wo ek lamhe ke liye ruki. "Aur jahan tak is baat ka taalluq hai ke, aapke
aane ya na aane mujhe koi fark padega ya nahi, haqikat ye hai ki hum dono
hi bht masroof rehte hain. Hum modern age ki paidawaar hain. Na me koi
heer hu aur aap ranjhe ke qabeele se taalluq rakhte hain, ke mere liye
ghanton ye fariza sar anjaam dein. Sach ye hai ki farq waqai nahi padhta,
hum dono mile ya na mile. Baatein karein ya na karein. Humara rishta wo
hi rahega jo ab hai. Ya aapko lagta hai isme koi tabdeeli aa sakti hai? "

Agar asjad ke maathey par paseena nahi aaya tha, iski wahid wajah
december ka mahina tha.
Un dono ki umr me 8 saal ka farq tha. Magar us waqt asjad ko ye farq 18
saal ka mehsoos hua. Wo use apne aap se 18 saal badi lagne lagi thi. 2 hafte
pehle wo 19 ki hui thi. Magar asjad ko lag raha tha ki wo teenage se seedhi
adhedh umr me chali gayi thi. Wo khud ek baar phir pre-teen me aa gaya
tha. Taang pe taang rakhte Asjad ke chehre pe nazrein jamaye, betassur
andaaz me uske jawab ki muntazir thi. Asjad ne kursi ke hattey pe tikey
uske haath me mangni ki angoothi ko dekha. Aur khankaar kar apna gala
saaf karne ki koshish ki.

"Tum bilkul theek keh rahi ho. Me sirf isliye discussion ki baat kar raha tha
ke humare darmiyaan understanding develop ho sakey."

"Asjad, me aapko bht achhi tarah samjhti hu aur jaanti hu. Aur ye jaan kar
mujhe bht afsos hua ke Aap samajhte hain ke hamare darmiyaan abhi bhi
kisi understanding ko develop karne ki zarurat hai. Mera khayal tha ke hum
dono ke darmiyaan achhi khaasi understanding hai."

Wo asjad ka din nahi tha. Asjad ne aitraaf kiya.

"Aur agar aapka ye khayal hai ki anatomy aur business ko discuss karke
hum koi understanding develop kar lenge to theek hai. Aainda hum ye hi
discuss kar liya karenge." Imama ke lehje me laparvahi ka unsar tha.

"Tumko meri baat buri lagi hai?"

"Bilkul bhi nahi. Me kyu bura maanungi." Uske lehje me moujood unsar ne
asjad ko mazeed sharminda kar diya.

"Shayad mene ghalat baat ki hai."

"Shayad - nahi - yaqeenan." Usne teenon lafzon par baari baari zor dete hue
kaha.

"Tum jaanti ho ye rishta mere nazdeeq kitni ehmiyat ka haamil hai. Mere
bht se khwaab hain is rishte ke hawale se, tumhare hawale se"
Asjad ne ek gehra saans lekar kaha. Imama betassur chehre ke saath usi
bale ko dekh rahi thi.

"Shayad isliye me zarurat se zyada hassas ho jata hu. Mujhe is rishte ke

hawale se koi khauf nahi hai. Me janta hu ye rishta hum dono ki marzi se
hua hai." Wo uske chehre pe nazrein jamaye, bade jazb se keh raha tha. Aur
yak dam hi use ek baar bhi ye ehsaas hone laga tha, jaise wo wahan
moujood nahi thi. Uski baat nahi sun rahi thi. Asjad ko laga wo ek baar phir
khud se baatein kar raha tha.

X-----X-----X

Ek bht badi kothi ke aqab me moujood taxi se music ki awazein bahar lawn
tak aa rahi thi. Bahar moujood koi bhi shakhs taxi ke andar moujood logon
ki quwwat e barshasht par hairani ka izhaar kar sakta tha. Lekin wo taxi ke
ander moujood logon ki haalat dekh leta to wo us hairaanqun quwwat e
barshasht ki wajah jaan jaata. Taxi me moujood 6 ladke jis haalat me they,
us haalat me usee tez o buland music bhi unpar asar andaan na ho sakta tha.
Aur jahan tak 7th ladke ka taalluq tha, to wo esi kiso cheez se mutassir nahi
hota tha.
Annexe ka wo kamra us waqt dhueun ke margholo aur Ajeeb qism ki boo se
bhara hua tha. Qaleen pe ek mashoor restaurant se laaye gaye khano ke
khule hue dabbe aur disposable plates aur chamche bhi padhe they. Qaleen
par khane ki bachi kuchi cheezen aur haddiyaan bhi idhar udhar phenki gayi
thi. Soft drink ki plastic ki bottles bhi idhar udhar ludak rahi thi. Ketchup ki
botlon se nikalne wali ketchup qaleen ko kuch aur badnuma bana rahi thi.

Wo 7 ladke usi qaleen par ek doosre se kuch faasle par virajman they. Unke
saamne qaleen par beer ke khali cans ka ek dher bhi laga hua tha. Aur tafri
ka ye silsila wahin tak nahi ruka tha. Us waqt wo un drugs ko istemaal
karne me masroof they, jinka intezaam unme se kisi ek ne kiya tha. Pichle 2
maah me wo teesri baar is adventure ke liye ekatthey hue they. Aur un teen
mawaqey pe wo 4 mukhtalif drugs istemaal kar chuke they.

Pehli baar unhone wo drug istemaal ki thi, jo unme se ek ko apne baap ke

daraz se mili thi.

Doosri baar unhone jo drugs istemaal ki thi, wo unhone apne ek school

fellow ke tawassud se Islamabad ke ek club se khareedi thi.

Aur is baar wo jo drug istemaal kar rahe they, wo unhone ek trip par,
Rawalpindi ke ek market me ek afghan se khareedi thi.

Teeno mawaqon pe unhone un drugs ke saath alcohol ka istemaal kiya tha.

Jiska husool unke liye mushkil nahi tha. Us waqt bhi un 7 ladko me se 6
poori tarah nashe me they. Unme se ek abhi bhi kaanpte haatho ke saath,
drugs ko soongne ki koshish kar raha tha. Jab ke 2 ladke cigarette peetey
hue baaqi ladkon ke saath tooti phooti guftagu kar rahe they. Sirf 7th ladka
mukammal taur pe hosh me tha. Us ladke ka chehra pimples se bhara hua
tha. Aur uske gale me moujood siyah tang dori me 3 - 4 tambe ke ajeeb si
shaklon ke zewraat piroye hue they.

Elvis Presley style ke ek collar wali ek check daar dark blue shirt ke saath
ek behooda si surmai jeans pehne hue tha, jiske dono ghutno par Madonna
ka chehra paint kiya gaya tha. Usne aankein khol kar apne dayein taraf
moujood ladko par ek uchatti nazar daali. Uski ankhein surkh ho rahi thi,
magar us surkhi ke bawajood esa koi taassur nahi de rahi thi, ke wo baaqi
ladko ki tarah mukammal taur par nashe ki giraft me tha. Chand minute
unhe dekhne ke baad usne seedhey hote hue, dibiya me moujood baaqi
drugs cone me daal di. Aur ek chote se straw ke saath use soongne laga.
Kaafi der baad usne straw ko ek taraf phenk diya. Aur apne haath ki por par
thodi si drugs rakh kar zabaan ki nok ke saath kuch dilchaspi, tanassus,
magar ehtiyaat ke saath use chakha. Doosre hi lamhe barq raftaari ke saath
usne bayein janib thooka.

Drug yaqeen bht achhi quality ki thi, uski aankhen ab pehle se zyada surkh
ho rahi thi. Magar abhi bhi wo apne hoosh o hawaas me tha. Uske chehre ke
taasuraat se andaza ho raha tha ke wo apni sargarmi se zyada mehsoos nahi
hua. Ek do minute baad apne paas qaleen par padhe hue ek beer ke can se
chand ghoont lete hue drugs ke zayqe ko saaf karne ki koshish ki. Can
rakhne ke baad wo kuch der tak cone me moujood drugs ko dekhta raha.
Doosre 6 ladke us waqt nashe me poori tarah dhut, qaleen pe ondhey
seedhye padhe they, magar wo ab bhi uski tarah baitha, can me moujood
beer ke ghoont lete hue, pusoch andaaz me un sabko dekhta raha. Uski
aankein ab mutawwarin ho rahi thi. Magar unme moujood chamak bata rahi
thi ke wo abhi bhi mukammal taur par nashe me nahi hai.
Ch. 1 (part - 3)
Ye uske saath teesri baar hua tha. Pehli 2 baar drugs istemaal karne ke baad
wo isi tarah baitha raha tha. Jabke uske dost nashe me bht jald dhut hue
they. Raat ke pichle peher wo in logon ko isi haalat me chodh kar ghar aa
gaya tha. Aaj bhi wo yehi karna chahta tha. Kamre ke andar moujood drug
ki boo se ab pehli baar wo ulajhne laga. Usne khade hone ki koshish ki aur
wo ladkhadaya. Apni ladkhahat pe qaabu patey hue wo seedha khada ho
gaya. Neeche jhuk kar usne carpet se keyring, volet aur credit card uthaye.
Phir aage badhke usne stereo ko band kar diya. Apni mutawarrim aur surkh
aankhon se usne kamre me ek nazar dorai, yun jaise ki wo kuch yaad karne
ki koshish kar raha ho. Phir wo kamre ki darwaze ki taraf badh gaya. Ek
baar phir usne neechey baith kar joggers pehne. Unke taswon ko takhno ke
gird lapetkar girah baandhi. Phir darwazey ka lock khol kar bahar nikal
gaya. Roshni se wo yak dam corridor ki taariki me aa gaya tha. Andhere me
apna raasta dhoondte hue wo annexe ke behrooni darwaze ko kholta hua
bahar lawn me aa gaya.

Annexe ki seedhiyan utarte hue apni naak se koi cheez behti mehsoos hui.
Baayan haath uthakar usne apne oopri honth pe rakha. Uski ungliyaan chip
chipane lagi thi. Apna haath uthatey hue usne annexe ki behrooni light ki
roshni me dekha. Uske poron par khoon ke qatre lage hue they. Usne apne
trouser ki jeb tatoltey hue andar se ek rumaal baramat kiya. Aur apne poron
pe laga khoon saaf kiya. Uske baad usi rumaal se apni naak pe chamakta
khoon saaf kiya.

Use apne halaq me koi cheez chubhti hui mehsoos hui. Usne khankaar ke
apna gala saaf karne ki koshish ki. Use ab ghutan ka ehsaas hone laga.
Chand gehri saans lekar usne ghutan kam karne ki koshish ki. Wahin khade
khade usne 2 - 3 baar thooka. Aur ek baar phir seedhi utarne ke liye qadam
badhaya. Wo yak dam thatak kar reh gaya. Uske naak me ajeeb si
sansanahat hui. Aur phir yak dam koi cheez poori quwwat se behne lagi. Wo
beikhtiyaar kamar ke bal jhuk gaya.
Ek dhaar ki soorat me uski naak se nikalne wala khoon seedhiyon par girne
laga tha. Marble pe phisalta hua khoon, wo use dekhta raha.

X-----X-----X

Golf club me taqreeb e takseem e namat munaqqid ki jaa rahi thi. 16 saal ka
Salar Sikandar bhi under 16 ki category me '7 under par' ke score ke saath
pehli position ki trophy wasool karne ke liye moujood tha. Sikandar Usman
ne Salar sikandar ka naam pukare jane par taaliyaan bajate hue, us trophy
cabinet ke bare me socha, jisme is saal unhe mazeed tabdeeliyan karwani
padengi. Salar ko milne wali shields aur trophys ki tadad is saal bhi pichle
saalon jaisi hi thi. Unke tamaam bache padhaai me bht achhe they magar
salar sikandar baaqi sabse mukhtalif tha.

Trophys, shields aur certificate ke maamle me wo sikandar Usman ke baaqi

bachhon se bht aage tha. 150 IQ ke haamil us bachhe ka muqabla karna
unme se kisi ke liye mumkin tha bhi nahi. Fakhriya andaaz me taali bajate
sikandar Usman ne Daayein taraf baithi apni biwi se sargoshi me kaha

"Ye golf me uski 13th aur is saal ki chauthi trophy hai"

"Har cheez ka hisaab rakhte ho tum" Uski biwi ne muskurate hue Jaise qad
e satayshi andaaz m3 apne shauhar se kaha, jiski nazre mehmaan e khususi
se trophy wasool karte salar par marqoos thi.

"Sirf golf ka, aur kyu tum achhi tarah janti ho" Sikandar Usman ne biwi ko
dekha jo ab set ki taraf jate salar ko dekh rahi thi.

"I bet, agar ye us waqt muqabale me shirkat karne wale professional

khiladiyon ke saath khel raha hota, to bhi us waqt uske haath me ye hi
trophy hoti. " Sikandar Usman ne door se bete ko dekhte hue kuch fakhriya
andaaz me dawa kiya.

Salar, apni seat ke eteraaf me moujood doosri seeton par moujood doosre
inamaat wasool karne walon se haath mila raha tha. Uski biwi ko sikandar
Usman ke dawe par koi hairaani nahi hui. Kyuki wo janti thi ye ek aulad ke
baare me baap ka jazbati jumla nahi tha. Wo waqai itna hi ghair mamuli tha.
Usne 2 hafte pehle apne bhai zubair ke saath, isi golf course par aththaarwa
(18th) hole par khele jane wala golf matche yaad aaya. Rough me ittafaqan
gir jane wali ball ko wo jis safai aur maharath ke saath green par laya tha,
usne zubair ko mahv e hayat kar diya. Zubair pehli baar salar ke saath golf
khel raha tha.

"Mujhe yaqeen nahi aa raha." 18th hole ke khatme tak ye kisi ko bhi yaad
nahi tha Ke usne ye jumla kitni baar bola tha. Rough se khele jane wale
shot ne agar use mahv e hairat kiya tha, to salar sikandar ke pointers ne use
dam bakhud kar diya tha.

Gaind( ball) ko hole me jatey dekh kar, usne club ke sahare khade khade
sirf gardan modh kar uski hole aur salar sikandar ke faasle ko napa tha. Aur
jaise beyaqini se sar hilate hue salar sikandar ko dekha.

"Aaj salar sahab achha nahi khel rahe." Zubair ne mudhkar beyaqini ke
aalam me apne peechey khade cady ko dekha jo glof cord ko pakde salar ko
dekh ke badbada raha tha.

"Abhi ye achha nahi khel raha" Zubair ne golf club ko pakde club ke cady
ko iztehzaiya andaaz se dekha.

"Haan sahab, warna ball kabhi rough me na jati. " Cady ne bade mamuli
andaaz me bataya.
"Aap aaj yahan pehli baar khel rahe hain, aur Salar sahab pichle 7 saal se
yahan khel rahe hain. Me isiliye ye keh raha hu ki aaj wo achha nahi khel
rahe." Cady ne zubair ki malumaat me izafa kiya.

Zubair ne apni behen ko dekha jo fakhriya andaaz me muskura rahi thi.

"Agli baar me poori tayyari se aaunga aur agli baar jagah ka intekhab bhi
me hi karoonga." Zubair ne kuch khiffat se apni behen ke saath jaate salar
ko dekha.

"Any time any place " Unhone salar ki taraf apne bhai ko pur etemaad
andaaz me chalenge karte hue kaha.
"Me tumhe is weekend par PA aur DA ke saath Karachi bulwana chahta
hu." Unhone salar ke qareeb pohoch kar halke philke andaaz me kaha.

Salar muskuraya, "kis liye? "

"Mere behalf par tumhe Karachi chamber of commerce ke sadar ke saath ek

match khelna hai. Me is baar elections me usse hara hu. Wo agar kisi se glof
ka match haar gaya, to use heart attack ho jayega, aur wo bhi ek bachhe ke
haathon. So let's settle this course"

Wo apne bhai ki baat par hasi thi. Magar salar ke maathey par chand bal
namudaar ho gaye they.

"Bachha? " Usne us jumle me moujood qable aiteraaz lafz ko dohraya.

"Mera khayal hai uncle, mujhe aapke saath kal ek 18 holes ka ek aur match
khelna hoga.

X-----X-----X
Asjad darwaza khol kar apni maa ke kamre me dakhil hua.

"Ammi, aapse ek zaruri baat karni hai.

"Haan ka ho kya baat hai" Asjad sofe par baith gaya.

"Aap Hashim uncle ki taraf nahi gayi? "

"Nahi, kyu khaas baat hai?"

"Haan, Imama is weekend par aayi hui hai."

"Achha! Aaj shaam ko chalenge. Tum gaye they wahan? " Shakeela ne
muskurate hue poocha.

"Haan me gaya tha. "

"Kaisi hai wo? Is baar to khaase arse baad aayi hai." Shakeela ko yaad aaya.

"Haan, 2 maah baad" Shakeela ko Asjad kuch uljha hua laga. "Kuch masla
hai? "

"Ammi mujhe kaafi arse se imama kuch badli badli lag rahi hai." Usne
gehra saans lete hue kaha.

"Badli badli? Kya matlab"

"Matlab to aapko me nahi samjha sakta, bas uska rawayiya mujhse kuch
ajeeb sa hai." Asjad ne kandhe uchkate hue kaha.
"Aaj to wo mamuli si baat par naraz ho gayi. Pehle jaisi koi baat nahi rahe
usme. Me samajh nahi paa raha use hua kya hai
"Tumhe wehem ho gaya hoga Asjad, Uska rawayiya kyu badalne laga. Tum
kuch zyada hi jazbati hokar soch rahe ho." Shakeela ne use hairani se
dekha.

"Nahi Ammi, pehle me bhi yehi samajh raha tha ke mujhe wehem ho gaya
hai, lekin aaj khaas taur par mujhe apne ye ehsasaat wehem nahi lage. Aaj
wo bht ukhde andaaz me baat karti rahi mujhse.

"Tumhara kya khayal hai uska rawayiya kyu badal gaya hai? " Shakeela ne
brush maiz pe rakhte hue kaha.

"Ye to mujhe nahi pata"

"Tumne poocha usse?"

"Ek baar nahi kai baar"

"Phir?"

"Har baar aapki tarah wo bhi yehi kehti hai ki mujhe ghalat fehmi ho gayi
hai." Usne kandhey uchkate hue kaha.

"Kabhi kehti hai studies ki wajah se esa hai, kabhi kehti hai ki wo mature
ho gayi hai isiliye"

"Ye esi koi ghalat baat to nahi hai. Jo sakta hai waqai ye baat ho" Shakeela
ne kuch sochte hue kaha.

"Ammi, baat sanjeedgi ki nahi hai, mujhe lagta hai wo mujhse katrane lagi
hai " Asjad ne kaha.

"Tum fuzool baatein kar rahe ho asjad. Me nahi samajhti esi koi baat hogi.
Waise bhi tum dono bachpan se ek doosre ko jaante ho, ek doosre ki aadaat
se waqif ho. " Shakeela ko bete ke khatshaat bilkul bemani lage.

"Zahir hai, umar ke saath saath kuch tabdeeliya aa hi jati hain. Ab bachhe to
nahi rahe ho tum. To maamuli maamuli baat pe pareshaan hone ki aadat
chodh do. " Unhone bete ko samjhate hue kaha.
"Waise bhi Hashim bahi agle saal uski shadi kar dena chahte hain. Wo keh
rahe they ki wo baad me apni taaleem mukammal karti rahegi. Kam as kam
wo to apne farz se subuktosh ho jayein. " Shakeela ne inkeshaaf kiya.

"Uncle ne esa kaha!" Asjad kuch chaunka.

"Kai baar kaha hai, mera khayal hai wo log to tayyariyan bhi kar rahe hain"
Asjad ne ek itmenaan bhara saans liya.

"Ho sakta hai Imama isi wajah se qadr e pareshaan ho"

"Haan, ho sakta hai, baharhaal, yehi sahi hai. Agle saal shadi ho jani
chahiye." Asjad ne kuch mutmaeen hote hue kaha.

X-----X-----X

Wo 16-17 saal ka dubla magar lamba ladka tha. Uske chehre pe balughat ka
wo gehra ruaan nazar aa raha tha jise ek baar bhi shave nahi kiya gaya tha
aur us ruein ne uske chehre ki masumiyat ko barqaraar rakha tha. Wo sports
shorts aur dheeli dhali shirt pehne hue tha. Uske pairon me cotton ki
jurabein aur joggers they. Chewing gum chabate uski aankhon me ek ajeeb
tarah ki bechaini aur isteraab tha. Us waqt ek pur hujoom sadak ke beechon
beech, heavy-duty motorcycle par baitha hua, tezi se taqreeban use udaaye
le jaa raha tha. Wo kisi qism ke helmet ke baghair tha. Aur wo bht rush
andaaz se motorcycle ko chala raha tha.
Usne 2 dafa signal todha aur 3 dafa bht khatarnaak tareeqe se overtake kiya.
4 dafa bike chalate chalte uska agla pahiya utha diya. Aur kitni hi door tak
sirf ek pahiye par bike chalata raha. 2 dafa usne barq raftaari se daayein
baayein dekhe baghair usne apni marzi ka turn liya. Kayi dafa wo zig zag
andaaz me bike chalane laga. 6 dafa usne bike chalate hue usne apne dono
pain hawa me utha diye. Phir yak dam usi raftaar se bike chalate hue usne
one way ki khilaaf arzi karte hue us lane ko todha aur doosri lane me
zannatey ke saath ghus gaya. Saamne se aate traffic ki breakein yak dam
charcharane lagi.

Usne full speed par bike chalate hue yak dam apne haath hata diye. Bike
poori raftaar ke saath saamne se aane wali gadi ke saath takrai. Aur wo ek
jhatke ke saath hawa me buland hua, aur phir kisi cheez par gira. Use
andaza nahi hua uska zehen taarik ho chuka tha.

X-----X-----X

Wo dono ladke stage par ek doosre ke bil muqabil rostrum ke peeche khade
they. Magar hall me moujood students ki nazrein hamesha ki tarah unme se
ek par markoos thi. Wo dono head boy ke intekhaab ke liye conveyancing
ho rahe they. Aur wo precambrius ka ek hissa tha. Dono ke rostrum par ek
ek poster laga tha jin me se ek par 'vote for Salar' aur doosre par 'vote for
Faizan' likha tha.

Us waqt Faizan head boy ban jane ke baad apne mumkina ikdamaat ka
ailaan kar raha tha. Jabki salar poori sanjeedgi ke saath use dekhne me
masroof tha. Faizan school ka sabse achha mukarrir tha. Aur us waqt bhi wo
apne josh o khitabat ke kamaal dikhane me masroof tha, aur usi british lehje
me baat kar raha tha, jiske liye wo mashoor tha. Behtreen sound system ki
wajah se uski aawaz aur andaaz dono khaase mutassirkun they. Hall me bila
shuba sab ko taari tha. Aur ye khamoshi sirf us waqt toot ti jab faizan ke
supporters uske kisi jumle pe daad dena shuru hote. Hall yak dam taaliyon
se goonj uthta.

Aadhe ghante ke baad apne liye vote ki appeal karne ke baad wo khamosh
hua, to hall me agle minute tak taaliyan aur seetiyan bajti rahi. In taaliyon
me khud salar sikandar bhi shamil tha. Faizan ne ek fatehaana nazar
hallnpae aur salar par daali. Use taaliyaan bajate hue dekh kar apni gardan
ke ishare se saraha.

Salar sikandar aasaan hareef nahi tha. Ye wo achhi tarah janta tha. Stage
secretary ab salar ke liye announcement kar raha tha. Taaliyon ki goonj me
usne bolna shuru kar diya.

"Good morning friends. Faizan akbar ek mukarrir ke taur par yaqeenan

hamare school ka ehsasa hain. Me ya koi bhi inke muqable me yahan stage
pe khada nahi ho sakta." Wo ek lamhe ke liye ruka. Usne Faizan ke chehre
ko dekha, jispe ek fakhriya muskurahat ubhar rahi thi. Magar salar ke jumle
ke baaqi hisse ne agle lamhe uski muskurahat ko ghayab kar diya.

"Agar muamla sirf baatein banane ka ho to." Hall me halki si

khilkhilahatein ubhri. Salar ke lehje ki sanjeedgi barqarar thi.

"Magar ek headboy aur mukarrir me bht farq hota hai. Mukarrir ko baatein
karna hoti hai aur head boy ko kaam karna hota hai. Dono ke darmiyaan
talker aur doer ka farq hota hai. Aur 'great talkers are not great doers' " Salar
ke supporters ki taliyon se hall goonj utha.

"Mere paas Faizan akbar jaise khoobsurat lafzon ki rawani nahi hai, mere
paas sirf mera naam hai, aur mera mutassirkun record aur mujhe
convencing ke liye lafzon ke liye koi dariya nahi bahane mujhe bas alfaaz
kehne hain....... Trust me and vote for me."

Usne shukriya karte waqt jaise hi apne Mike ko off kiya, us waqt hall
taaliyon se goonj raha tha. 1 minute 40 seconds me usi napey tule aur
calculated andaaz me bola tha, jo uska khasa tha. Aur usi 1.5 minutes me
faizan ka takhta palat diya tha. Us ibtedaai taaruf ke baad dono
ummeedwaaron se swal jawab ka silsila shuru hua tha. Salar sikandar un
jawabaat me bhi utne hi ikhtesaar se kaam le raha tha jitna usne apni takreer
me liya tha. Uska sabse taweel jawab 4 jumlo par mushtamil tha. Jabki
faizan ka sabse mukhtasir jawab bhi 4 jumlon par mushtamil nahi tha.

Faizan ke fasahat aur balaghat pehle uski khoobi samjhi jati thi. Us waqt us
stage pe salar ke mukhtasir jawabaat ke saamne charb zabani nazar aa rahi
thi. Aur iska ehsaas khud faizan ko bhi ho raha tha. Jis sawal ka jawab salar
ek lafz ya ek jumle me deta, uske piye faizan ko aadatan tamheed baandhni
padhti. Aur salar ka apni taqreer me uske baare me kiya hua ye tabsira
wahan moujood students ko kuch aur sahi mehsoos hota ke mukarrir sirf
baatein kar sakta hai.

"Salar sikandar ko head boy kyu hona chahiye ? " Sawal kiya gaya.

"Kyuki aap behtareen shaqs ka intekhaab chahte hain. " Jawab aaya.

"Kya ye jumla khud satayashi nahi hai? " Aitaraaz kiya gaya.

"Nahi, ye jumla khud shanasi hai. " Aitraz ko radd kar diya gaya.

"Khud satayashi aur khud shanasi me kya fark hai? " Ek baar phir chubhte
hue lehje me poocha gaya.

"Wahi jo faizan akbar aur salar sikandar me hai" Sanjeedgi se kaha gaya.

"Agar aapko head boy na banaya to aapko kya fark padega? "

"Farq mujhe nahi aapko padega. "

"Kaise"
"Agar behtareen aadmi ko mulk ka leader na banaya jaye to farq qoum ko
padhta hai, us behtreen aadmi ko nahi."

"Aap apne aap jo behtreen aadmi keh rahe hain? " Ek baar phir aitraz kiya
gaya.

"Kya is hall me koi esa hai jo khud ko bure aadmi ke saath equate kare? "

"Ho sakta hai ho"

"Phir me usse milna chahoonga." Hall me hasi ki aawazein ubhri.

"Head boy banne ke baad salar sikandar jo tabdeeliyan layega, uske baare
me bataye."

"Tabdeeliyan batayi nahi, dikhayi jati hain. Aur ye kaam head boy banne se
pehle nahi kar sakta."

Chand aur sawal kiye gaye. Phir stage secretary ne haazireen me se aakhri
sawal liya. Wo ek sri Lankan ladka tha jo kuch shararti andaaz me khada
hua

"Agar aap mere ek sawal ka jawab de dein to me aur mera poora group
aapko vote dega. " Salar uski baat par muskuraya.

"Jawab dene se pehle me janna chahungi ki aapke group me kitne log hain"
Usne poocha

"6" Us ladke ne kaha.

Salar ne sar hilaya,

"Ok, sawal karein"

"Aapko kuch hisaab kitab karte hue mujhe batana hai ke agar hum 267895
me 952852 ko jama karein phir usme se 39999 ko tafreeq karein phir usme
92929 ko jama kare aur use 6 ke saath zarb dein phir use 2 ke saath
takseem karein aur jawab me 492359 ko jama karein to kya jawab aayega?
"
Wo ladka apni baat mukammal na kar saka

"8142473" Badi barq raftaari ke saath salar ne jawab diya. Us ladke ne

kagaz pe ek nazar daudhaayi aur phir kuch beyaqeeni se sar hilate hue
taaliyaan bajane laga. Faizan akbar ko us waqt apna aap ek actor se zyada
nahi laga. Poora Hall us ladke ke saath taaliyaan bajane me masroof tha.
Faizan akbar ko poora program ek mazaq mehsoos hone laga. Ek ghante
baad jab salar sikandar se pehle us stage se utar raha tha to wo jaanta tha ki
wo muqable se pehle hi muqabla haar chuka tha. 150IQ ke level wale us
ladke se use zindagi me isse pehle kabhi itna hasad mehsoos nahi hua.

X-----X-----X

"Imama aapa, aap Lahore kab jayengi?" Wo apne notes ko dekhte hue
chaunki. Usne sar uthakar saad ko dekha, wo ab cycle ki raftaar ko bilkul
aahista kiye Uske gird chakkar laga raha tha.

"Kal, kyu, tum kyu pooch rahe ho? " Imama ne apni file band karte hue
kaha.

"Jab aap chali jati hain to me aapko bht miss karta hu." Wo bola

"Kyu" Imama ne muskurate hue poocha.

"Kyuki aap mujhe bht achhi lagti hain, aur aap mere liye bht se khilone lati
hain aur aqp mujhe sair karaane le jati hain aur aap mere saath khelti hain
isliye" Usne tafseeli jawab diya.

"Aap mujhe apne saath Lahore nahi le ja sakti? " Imama andaaza nahi kar
saki. Ye tajwees thi ya sawal.

"Me kaise le jaa sakti hu, me to khud hostel me rehti hu, tum kaise rahoge
wahan." Imama ne jawab diya. Saad cycle chalate hue kuch sochne laga.
Phir usne kaha

"To phir aap jaldi yahan aaya karein"

"Achha jaldi aaya karoongi" Imama ne muskurate hue kaha.

"Tum esa kiya karo ki mujhse phone par baat kar liya karo. Me phone kiya
karoongi tumhe"

"Haan, ye theek hai" Saad ko uski tajwees pasand aayi. Cycle ki raftaar me
izafa karte hue wo lawn ke lambe lambe chakkar kaatne laga. Imama
bedihaani ke aalam me use dekhne lagi.

Wo uska bhai nahi tha. 10 saala Saad 5 saal pehle unke ghar aaya tha.
Kahan se aaya tha? Wo nahi jaanti thi. Kyuki us waqt usko is baare me koi
tajassus nahi hua tha. Magar kyu laya gaya tha, ye wo achhi tarah jaanti thi.
Saad ab 10 saal ka tha aur ab wo ghar me ghul mil gaya tha. Imama se
sabse zyada maanoos tha. Imama ko aksar uspar taras aata.

Tars ki wajah, uska lawaris hona nahi tha, balki uska mustaqbil tha. Uske 2
chacha aur 1 taya ke ghar bhi us waqt usi ki tarah godh liye hue bachhe pal
rahe they. Unke mustaqbil pe bhi tars khane pe majboor thi.

File haath me liye lawn me ghoomte Saad pe nazrein jamaye wo kisi gehri
soch me doobi hui thi. Use dekhte hue wo is tarah ki soch me doob jaati thi.
Magar uske paas koi hal nahi tha. Wo isliye ki kuch nahi kar sakti thi.
END OF CHAPTER 1
Ch. 2 - (part 1)
Wo chaaron us waqt Lahore ke red light area me moujood they. Unki
umrein 18 - 19 saal ki lag bhag thi. Aur apne huliye se wo chaaron upper
class ke lagte they. Magar na wahan par unki umar numaya kar dene wali
koi cheez thi, Aur na hi unke upper class se taalluq rakhne ki imtiyazi
khusoosiyat, kyuki wahan par unse bhi kam umar ladke aate they. Aur
upper class, yahan ke mustakhil customers me shamil thi. Chaaron ladke
red light area ki tooti galiyon se guzarte jaa rahe they.

Teen ladke aapas me baat kar rahe they, jabke 4th, qadr e tajassus aur
dilchaspi se Chaaron taraf dekh raha tha. Yun lag raha tha jaise wo pehli
baar yahan aaya tha aur in teeno ke saath thodi der baad hone wali us
guftagu se ye zahir ho gaya tha, ke wo waqai wahan pehli baar aaya tha.
Gali ke dono atraafon ke darwazon me banao singhar kiye, neem odhiya
kapdo me malboos, har umr aur har shakl ki aurat khadi thi. Safed, saanwli,
siyah, gandumi, bht khoobsurat, darmiyani, aur bht mamuli shakl o soorat
wali.

Gali me har umr aur shakal ka mard guzar raha tha. Wo ladka wahan se
guzarte hue har cheez par ghaur kar raha tha.

"Tum yahan kitni baar aaye ho? " Chalte chalte usne apni dayein taraf
chalne wale ladke ko mukhaatib karte hue poocha. Wo ladka jawaban hasa.

"Kitni baar..... Ye to pata nahi, ab to ginti bhool chuka hu. Aksar aata hu
yahan par. "
Us ladke ne qadr ek fakhriya andaz me kaha.

"In aurton me mujhe koi attraction mehsoos nahi hoti. Nothing special
about them. " Usne kandhey uchkate hue kaha.

"Agar kahin raat hi guzarni ho to kamaskam mahol to achha ho. Ye to bht hi

gandi jagah hai" Usne gali me moujood gaddhon aur koodey ke dher ko
dekhte hue kuch nagawari se kaha.
"Phir girlfriends ke hote hue yahan aane ki kya zaroorat hai" Usne is baar
apni eyebrows uchkate hue kaha.

"Is jagah ka apna ek charm hai. Girlfriends aur yahan ki auraton ka koi
muqabla nahi hai. Girlfriends is tarah ke dance to nahi dikha sakti jo abhi
kuch der baad tum dekhoge. "

Teesra ladka hasa.

"Aur phir Pakistan ki jis badi actress ka dance dikhane hum tumhe le jaa
rahe hain, Wo to bas...... "
Doosre ladke ki baar ko pehle ladke ne kaat diya

"Uska dance to tum pehle bhi dekh chuke ho"

"Are, wo kuch bhi nahi tha. Bhai ki shadi par ek mujra kiya tha, magar
yahan par to baat hi kuch aur hoti hai"

"Wo actress to ek posh ilaqe me rehti hai, phir yaha kyu aati hai? "
Pehle wale ladke ne kuch ghair mutmaeen andaaz me poocha.

"Ye tum aaj usse khud pooch lena. Me kabhi usse is tarah ke sawal nahi
karta."
Doosre ladke ki baat par dono ladke hase. Magar teesra ladke chubhti hui
nazron se use dekhta raha. Unka safar bil aakhir gali ke aakhir me ek imarat
ke saamne khatam hua. Imarat ke neechey moujood dukaan se teeno ladko
ne moti ke bht se haar khareedey. Aur apni kalaiyon me lapet liye. Ek haar
us ladke ne doosre ladke ki kalayi me bhi lapet diya, jo wahan aane par
aitraz kar raha tha. Phir un logon ne wahan se paan khareedey, tambaku
wala paan. Doosre ladke ne us ladke ko bhi diya jo shayad zindagi me pehli
baar paan khaa raha tha. Paan khatey wo chaaron us imarat ki seedhiyaan
chadhne lage.

Upar pohoch kar pehle ladke ne ek baar phir tanqeedi nazron se chaaron
taraf dekha. Aur phir uske chehre par itminaan ki ek jhalak namudaar hui.
Wo jagah bht saaf suthri aur khaasi hadd tha aarastaa thi. Gao takiye aur
chandniyen bhichi hui thi. Aur baarik parde lehra rahe they. Kuch log pehle
hi wahan moujood they.
Raqs abhi shuru nahi hua tha. Ek aurat lapakti unki taraf aayi. Uske chehre
par khoobsurat masnui muskurahat saji thi. Usne doosre ladke ko mukhatib
kiya, pehle ladke ne ghaur se use dekha. Adheydh umr ki wo aurat apne
mooh pe makeup thopey aur baalo me gajre latkaaye, shiffon ki chinghadhti
hui surkh saari me malboos thi, jiska blouse uske jism ko chupane me
naakaam ho raha tha. Magar wo jism ko chupane ke liye pehna bhi nahi
gaya tha.

Un chaaron ko wo ek koney me le gayi aur wahan usne unhe baitha diya.

Pehle ladke ne baith te hi mooh me moujood paan us ungaaldaan me thook
diya, jo unke qareeb moujood tha. Kyuki paan mooh me hote hue usse baat
karna mushkil ho raha tha. Paan ka zayqa bhi uske liye kuch zyada khush
gawar na tha. Teeno ladke baithke maddham awaz me baatein karne lage.
Jabke pehla ladka us hall me moujood gao takiyon se tel lagaye logon ko
dekhta raha jinme se kuch log apne saamne sharab ki botlein aur noto ki
gaddiyan rakhe baithey they. Unme se aksariyat safed latthey ke kalaf lage
kapdo me malboos thi. Usne eid ke aalwa aaj pehli baar safed kapde pehne
logon ka ijtima dekha tha. Khud wo apne saathiyon ki tarah siyah jeans aur
aadhi asteen wali t-shirt me malboos tha. Unhi ki tarah wahan unki umr
kuch aur ladke jeans aur tshirt me malboos they.

Thodi der baad wahan usi tarah ek aurat cheekhtey chingadhte rangon
kapdo me malboos , wahan aa kar darmiyaan me baith kar ek ghazal sunane
lagi thi. Uske saath kuch saazindey bhi they. 2 ghazlein sunane aur apne
upar kuch note uthakar kaashi khush aur mutmaeen wapas chali gayi.

Aur uske jaate hi film industry ki mashoor actress hall me dakhil hui. Aur
us hall me moujood har mard ki nazar jaise usse chipak kar reh gai thi.
Usne charaon taraf ghoom kar baari baari jhukar sar ke ishare se sabko
khushaamadeed kaha tha. Saazindo ko is baar kisi taklif ka saamna nahi
karna padha tha. Cassette player par baari baari chand hi jaan angeyz gaane
lagaye gaye they jin par us aurat ne apna raqs pesh karna shuru kiya tha.
Aur kuch der pehle ki khamoshi yak dam khatm ho gayi. Chaaron taraf
moujood mard us aurat ko taad o tehseen pesh karne ke saath saath sharaab
noshi me masroof they. Unme se kuch jo zyada josh me aa rahe they, wo
uth kar us actress ke saath dance karne me masroof ho jatey.
Hall me wahid shaqs jo apni jagah par kisi harkat ke baghair betassur
chehre ke saath baitha tha, wo wohi ladka tha, magar uske bawajood ye
andaza lagana mushkil nahi tha ki wo us actress ke raqs se khaasa mousoos
ho raha tha. Taqreeban 2 ghante baad jab us actress ne apna raqs khatam
kiya, To wahan moujood aadhe se zyada mard itne ghafeer ho chuke they,
wapis ghar jana unke liye masla isiliye nahi tha, kyuki unme se koi bhi ghar
jane ka irada nahi rakhta tha. Wo sab wahan raat guzarne aaye they.

Un chaaron ne bhi raat wahan guzari. Agle din wahan se wapsi me gaadi me
us doosre ladke ne jamai lete hue, pehle ladke se poocha, jo us waqt
laparvahi se gaadi ke bahar dekhne me masroof tha.

"Kaisa raha tajurba ? "

"Achha tha. " Pehle ladke ne kandhe uchkate hue kaha.

"Bas achha tha?? Aur kuch nahi?? Tum bhi bas" Usne qadr naarazgi ki alam
me baat adhoori chodh di.

"Kabhi kabar jane ke liye achhi jagah hai. Iske alawa aur kya keh sakta hu.
Magar something special wali koi baat nahi hai. Meri girlfriend is ladki se
behtar hai, jiske saath mene raat guzari hai. " Us ladke ne do tuk andaaz me
kaha.

X-----X-----X

Dining table pe hashim mubeen ki poori family Moujood thi. Khana khate
hue wo sab khush gappiyon me bhi masroof they. Mouzu e guftagu us waqt
Imama thi, jo is weekend par bhi islamabaad me Moujood thi.

"Baba, aapne ye baat note ki, ke Imama din ba din sanjeeda se sanjeeda hoti
jaa rahi hai. " Waseem ne qadr e chedhne wale andaz me Imama ki taraf
dekhte hue kaha.
"Haan, ye to me bhi pichle maah se note kar raha hu. Hashim mubeen ne
waseem ki baat pe beti ke chehre ko ghaur se dekhte hue kaha.

Imama ne chawalon ka chamcha mooh rakhte waseem ko ghoora.

" Kyu Imama, koi masla hai?? "

"Baba, ye badi fuzool baatein karta hai. Aur aap bhi khwamkhah iski baaton
me aa rahe hain. Me apni studies ki wajah se masroof aur sanjeeda hu. Ab
har koi waseem ki tarah nikamma to nahi hota." Usne apni side pe baithe
waseem ke kandhey par kuch narazgi se haath marte hue kaha.

"Baba, aap zara andaza karein, medical ke shuru ke saalon me jab iska ye
haal hai, to Jab ye doctor ban jayegi, tab iska kya haal hoga. " Waseem ne
Imama ki tambhi ki parwah na karte hue uska mazaak udaya.

"Saalon guzar jaya karenge miss Imama ko muskuraye hue." Dining table
pe moujood logon ke mooh par muskurahat daudh padhi. Undono ke
darmiyaan nok jhok hamesha hi rehti thi. Bht kam mawaqey hote they, jab
wo ikattha ho aur undono me jhagda na ho. Mustaqil hote rehne wale
jhadhdo ke bawajood, Imama ki sabse zyada dosti bhi waseem ke saath hi
thi. Uski wajah shayad unki upar tale ki paidaish bhi thi.

"Aur aap tasawwur karein—" Is baar Imama ne baat mukammal karne nahi
di. Usne uske kaandhey par poori quwwat se mukka mara. Waseem par
kuch zyada asar nahi hua,

"hamare ghar me doctor ke haath me shifa ke siva aur kya kya ho sakta hai.
Aap iska muzahira dekh rahe hain? Isse aap ye bhi andaza laga sakte hain ki
aaj kal ke doctors wards me mareezon ke saath kya sulook karte honge.
Mulk me badhti shah e amwaad ki badhti ek wajah"

"Baba isko mana karein" Imama ne bil akhir hathiyaar daalte hue hashim
mubeen se kaha

"Waseem" Hashim mubeen ne apni muskurahat ko zapt karte hue waseem

ko jhidhka. Wo badi sa'aadatmandi se fauran khamosh ho gaya.
X-----X-----X

Usne poore lifafe ko grinder me khali kar diya, aur phir use band karke
chala diya. Khansama usi waqt ander aaya.

"Chote saab, laayein, me aapki madad karu." Wo uski taraf badha par usne
haath ke ishare se use rok diya.

"Nahi, me khud kar leta hu. Tum mujhe doodh ka ek glass dedo." Usne
grinder off karte hue kaha. Khansama ek glass me doodh lekar uske paas
chala aaya. Doodh ke aadhe glass me, grinder me moujood tamaam powder
daal diya, aur ek chamche se achhi tarah hilane laga. Phir ek hi saans me wo
doodh pee gaya.

"Khane me aaj kya banaya hai tumne? " Usne khansame se poocha.
Khansama ne kuch dishes ginwani shuru kar di. Uske chehre par kuch
nagawari ubhri,

"Me khana nahi khaunga, sone jaa raha hu, mujhe disturb mat karna" Usne
Sakhti se kaha aur kitchen se nikal gaya. Pairon me pehni bata ki chappal
wo taqreeban ghaseet raha tha. Uski shave badhi hui thi aur aankhen surkh
thi. Shirt ke chand ek ke siwa saare button hi khule hue they. Apne kamre
jakar usne darwaze ko lock kar liya. Aur wahan moujood, jahazi size ke
music system ki taraf gaya, aur kamre me Bolten ka 'when a man loves a
woman' buland aawaaz me banne laga. Wo remote lekar apne bed pe aa
gaya, aur phir ondhey mooh, betarteebi ke alam me let gaya. Uska remote
wala baya haath, bed se neechey latak raha tha, aur musalsal hil raha tha aur
dono paon bhi gardish me they.

Kamre me bed, aur uske huliye ke alawa har cheez apni jagah par thi. Kahin
par kuch bhi be tarteeb nahi tha. Kahin par bhi gand ka ek zarra bhi nazar
nahi aa raha tha. Music system ke baazu ke deewar e shelf me tamaam
audio aur video cassettes badhi achhi tarah lagi hui thi. Ek doosri deewar pe
moujood racks par kitabon ki badhi tadad moujood thi. Kone me padhi
computer table se sarmaya the ke ise istemaal karne wala bht organized hai.
Kamre ki mukhtalif deewaron par hollywood ki actresses aur wahan ke
bands ke posters lage hue they, bathroom ke darwaze aur kamre ki
khidhkiyon ke shades pe playboy magazine se kaati gayi kuch models ki
nude tasveeron se sajaya gaya tha.

Kamre me pehli baar dakhil hone wala, darwaza kholte hi bht buri tarah
chounkta. Kyuki bilkul saamne khidhkiyon ke sheeshe pe moujood wo
tasveerein, chand lamhon ke liye dekhne wale ko tasveerein nahi, balki asal
ladkiyaan nazar aati thi. Un tasveeron ko lagate hue tarteeb ka khaas khayal
rakha gaya tha. Music system jis deewaar ke saath moujood tha, uski
deewaar ke kone me ek electric guitar latkaya gaya tha, aur uski kone me ek
keyboard bhi stand par rakha hua tha. Deewaar se kuch faasle par picholo
fluit aur aubway bhi latkaye gaye they. Is kamre ke makeen ko yaqinan
music se gehri dilchaspi thi.

Bed ke bilkul saamne wali deewar par moujood cabinet me TV bhi

moujood tha. Aur usi cabinet ke mukhtalif khaano me, mukhtalif trophies
aur shields padhi hui thi.

Kamre ka chautha kona bhi khali nahi tha. Wahan deewar pe mukhtalif
rackets latke hue they. Unme se ek tennis ka tha aur 2 squash ke. In rackets
ko deewar pe latkane se pehle neechey posters latkay gaye they. Aur phir
rackets is tarah latkay gaye they, ki yu lagta tha ki wo rackets un khiladiyon
ne pakde hue hain. Tennis ke racket ke neechey Gabriela Sabartini ka poster
tha. Jabke squash ke racket ke neeche, Jahangir khan ka poster tha. Aur
doosre racket ke neechey Roadney Martin ka.

Kamre me wahid jagah jahan betarteebi thi, wo double bed tha, jispar wo
leta hua tha. Silk ki bedsheet poori tarah salwat zada thi. Aur uspar idhar
udhar chand mulkon ki pornography ki magazines padhi hui thi, jinpe
playboy numaya tha. Ek paper cutter aur kaghaz ki choti choti katrane bhi
padhi hui thi. Yaqeenan wo kuch der pehle un magazine se tasweeren kaat
raha tha. Chewing gums ke bhi kuch packets idhar udhar padhe hue they.
Dull hill ka ek packet, lighter bhi ashtray k3 saath bed par hi padha hua tha.
Jabki silk ki safed chamakdaar chadar par ese nishan they jaise ciggarette ki
raakh giri ho. Coffee ka khali mug bhi bed par hi padha hua tha, aur uske
paas ek tie aur wrist watch bhi thi.

In sab cheezon se kuch faasle par sirhane ek mobile padha hua tha, jis par
yak dum koi call aane lagi thi. Bed par leta wo naujawan ab shayad neend
ke aalam me tha, kyuki mobile ki beep pe bina sar uthaye, apna daaya haath
bed par idhar udhar pherte hue jaise mobile talash karne ki koshish ki.
Magar mobile uski haath ki rasayi se bht door tha. Uspar musalsal call aa
rahi thi. Kuch der idhar udhar haath pherne ke baad uska haath sakit ho
gaya. Shayad ab wo waqai so chuka tha, kyuki uske tharakte pair ruk gaye
they.

Mobile par abhi bhi call aa rahi thi. Bed se lataktey baayen haath ki giraft
me remote yakdam neechey carpet par gir padha. Michael bolten ki awaz
abhi bhi kamre me goonj rahi thi. 'When a man loves a woman'.

Phir yakdam kisi ne darwaze pe dastak di. Aur phir dastak ki ye awaz badhti
hi gayi. Mobile ki call khatam ho chuki thi. Darwaze pe dastak dene wale
haat badhte gaye. Wo bed par ondhey mooh behis o harkat padha tha.

X-----X-----X

"Don't tell me Imama, kya tum waqai engaged ho?? " Zainab ko jaise
Jaweriya ke inkeshaaf par jaise current laga. Imama ne malamati nazron se
Jaweriya ko dekha, Jo pehle hi ma'azratkhana andaaz me use dekh rahi thi.

"Use nahi mujhe dekh kar batao. Kya tum waqai engaged ho? " Zainab ne is
bar kuch jhidhakte hue kaha.

"Haan, magar ye is qadr ghair mamuli aur hairat angaze waqya to nahi ki
tum is par is tarah react karo. " Imama ne badhi rasaniyat se kaha. Wo sab
library me baithi hui thi aur apni apni sargoshiyon me baatein kar rahi thi.

"Magar tumhe humein to batana chahiye tha. Akhir raaz me rakhne ki kya
zarurat thi. " Is baar Rabia ne kaha.
"Raaz me to nahi rakha, bas ye koi itna aham waqya to nahi tha ki tumhe
batati, aur phir tum logon se meri dosti to ab hui hai, jabke is mangni ko kai
saal guzar chuke hain" Imama ne wazahat karte hue kaha.

"Kai saal se kya murad hai tumhari? "

"Mera matlab hai 2-3 saal"

"Phir bhi Imama, batana to chahiye tha tumhe" Zainab ka aiteraz apni jagah
qayam tha. Imama ne muskurate hue Zainab ko dekha,

"Ab karoongi to kisi ko batau ya na batau, tumhe zarur bataungi"

"Very funny" Zainab ne use ghoorte hue kaha.

"Aur kuch to nahi, magar kamaskam koi tasveer hi lakar dikha do mousoof
ki, hai kon? Naam kya hai? Kya karta hai? " Rabia ne humesha ki tarah ek
hi saans me sawal dar sawal kar dale

"First cousin hai, Asjad naam hai" Imama ne ruk ruk kar kuch sochte hue
kaha. "MBA kiya usne aur business karta hai."

"Shakal o surat kaisi hai? " Is baar Zainab ne poocha. Imama ne ghaur se
uske chehre ko dekha.

"Bas theek hai"

"Me tumse pooch rahi hu lamba hai? Dark hai? Handsome hai? "

Is baar Imama muskurate hue bina kuch kahe Zainab ko dekhti rahi.

"Imama ne apni pasand se ye mangni ki hai. Wo achha khasa good looking

hai" Jaweriya ne is baar Imama ki taraf se jawab dete hue kaha.

"Haaaann, humein andaza kar lena chahiye tha, aakhir wo Imama ka first
cousin hai. Ab Imama, tumhara agla kaam ye hai ki tum humein uski koi
tasveer lakar dikhao" Zainab ne kaha.
"Nahi, isse pehle ka zaruri kaam ye hai ke tum humein kuch khilane pilane
le chalo" Rabia ne madakhalat karte hue kaha.

"Filhal to yahan se chalein, hostel jana hai mujhe" Imama yakdam uth kar
khadi ho gayi. To wo bhi uth gayi.

"Waise Jaweriya, tumne ye baat pehle kyu nahi batai? "Saath chalte hue
Zainab ne Jaweriya se poocha.

" Bhai, Imama nahi chahti thi isiliye mene is mouzu par kabhi baat nahi ki."
Jaweriya ne ma'azratkhana andaaz me kaha. Imama ne ek baar phir mudh
kar Jaweriya ko ghoora. Uski nazron me tambeeh thi.

"Imama kyu nahi chahti? Meri mangni hoti to me to shor machati har jagah,
Wo bhi us soorat me jab ye mangni meri apni marzi se hoti " Zainab ne
buland awaz me kaha. Imama ne is baar kisi radde amal ka izhar nahi kiya.

X-----X-----X

"Aapka beta aabadi ke wo 2-4 feesad hissae me shamil hai, jo 150 se zyada
ka IQ level rakhte hain. Is IQ level ke saath jo kuch wo kar raha hai, wo
ghair mamuli sahi magar ghair mutawwaka nahi hai. "

Is ghair mulki school me Salar ko jate hue abhi sirf ek hafta hua tha. Jab
Sikandar Usmaan aur unki biwi ko wahan par bulaya gaya tha. School ke
psychologist ne unhe salar ke mukhtalif IQ tests ke baare me bataya tha,
jisme uski performance ne uske teachers aur psychologist ko hairan kar diya
tha. Is school me wo 150+ IQ ka pehla aur wahid bachha tha aur chand hi
dino me wo sabki tawajjo ka markaz ban gaya tha. Sikandar Usmaan aur
unki biwi se baaton ke dauran psychologist ko uske bachapan ke baare me
kuch aur khoj lagane ka mauka mila.

Wo kaafi dilchaspi se Salar ke case ko study kar raha tha. Aur dilchaspi ki
ye nauhiyat professional nahi zaati thi. Apne career me wo pehli baar itne
IQ wale bachhe ka samna kar raha tha. Sikandar Usmaan ko aaj bhi wo din
achhi tarah yaad tha, Salar us waqt sirf 2 saal ka tha. Aur ghair mamuli taur
par wo is umr me ek aam bachhe ki nisbat zyada saaf lehje me baat karta
tha. Aur uski baaton ki nauhiyat esi hoti thi, ki wo aur unki biwi aksar
hairan ho jate. Ek din jab wo apne bhai se phone pe baat karne ke liye
phone kar rahe they, to salar unke paas khada tha. Wo us waqt TV lounge
me baithey the. Aur phone par baatein karne ke saath saath TV bhi dekh
rahe they. Kuch der baad unhone phone rakh diya. Receiver rakhne ke
fauran baad unhone salar ko receiver uthate hue dekha.

"Hello uncle, me Salar hu." Wo keh raha tha. Unhone chaunk kar use dekha.
Wo itmenaan se receiver kaan me dabaye kisise baaton me masroof tha.

"Me theek hu. Aap kaise hain? " Sikandar Usmaan ne hairat se use dekha.
Pehle unke zehen me ye hi aaya ki wo jhoot moot phone par baatein kar
raha hai.

"Papa mere paas baithey TV dekh rahe hain. Nahi, unhone nahi kiya mene
khud kiya hai. " Wo iske agle jumle pe chaunke.

"Salar! Kisse baat kar rahe ho? " Sikandar ne poocha.

"Uncle shahnawaz se" Salar ne jawab diya. Unhone haath badhakar receiver
uske haath se liya. Unka khayal tha ki usne ghalti se kisiko number mila
liya hoga, ya phir last number ko redial kar diya hoga. Unhone kaan se
receiver lagaya. Doosri taraf unke bhai they.

"Ye salar ne number dial kiya hai" Unhone Ma'azrat karte hue apne bhai se
kaha.

"Salar ne kaise dial kiya? Wo to bht chota hai. Unke bhai ne doosri taraf
kuch hairani se poocha.

"Mera khayal hai usne aapka number redial kar diya hai. Ittefaq se haath lag
gaya hoga. Haath maar raha tha set par." Unhone phone band kar diya. Aur
receiver neechey rakh diya. Salar, jo khamoshi ke saath unki guftagu sunne
me masroof tha, receiver neeche rakhte hi usne ek baar phir receiver utha
liya. Is baar sikandar Usmaan use dekhne lage. Wo bilkul kisi mature aadmi
ki tarah, ek baar phir shahnawaz ka number dial kar raha tha. Aur badhi
rawani ke saath. Wo bilkul dambakhud reh gaye they. 2 saal ke bachhe se
unko ye tawaqqo nahi thi. Unhone haath badha kar yedil daba diya.

"Salar, tumhe shahnawaz ka number maalum hai?" Unhone hairani ke us

jhatke se sambhalte hue kaha.

"Haan" Usne badhe itmenaan se jawab diya.

"Achha, kya number hai? " Usne bhi rawani ke saath wo number dohra
diya. Wo uska chehra dekhne lage. Unhe andaza nahi tha ki wo ginti se
waqif hoga. Aur phir wo number.....

"Tumhe ye number kisne sikhaya? "

"Mene khud seekha hai"

"Kaise? "

"Abhi aapne milaya tha" Salar ne unko dekhte hue kaha.

"Tumhe gunti aati hai? "

"Haan"

"Kahan tak? "

"100 tak" Aur phir wo machine ki tarah shuru ho gaya. Ek hi saans me usne
100 tak ginti suna di. Sikandar Usmaan ke pet me bal padhne lage.

"Achha, me ek aur number dial karta hu. Mere baad tum use dial karna. "
Unhone receiver usse lete hue kaha.

"Achha" Salar ko ye sab ek dilchasp khel ki tarah laga. Sikandar Usmaan ne

ek number milaya aur phir phone band kar diya. Salar ne phone receiver
lete hue unhi ki rawani se number dial kar diya. Sikandar Usmaan ka sar
ghoomne laga. Wo waqai wohi number tha, jo unhe milaya tha. Unhone ek
ke baad deegar kai number milaye, phir salar se woi number milane ko
kehte the. Wo koi ghalti kiye baghair sahi number nilata raha. Wo yaqeenan
photographic memory rakhta tha. Unhone apni biwi ko bulaya.

"Mene ise ginti nahi sikhai. Mene to bas kuch din pehle ise chand kitabein
lakar di thi. Aur kul ek baar iske saamne 100 tak ginti padhi thi. " Unhone
sikandar Usmaan ke is tafsaar ke baad kaha. Sikandar Usmaan ne salar ko
ek baar phir ginti sunane ko kaha. Wo sunata gaya. Unki biwi hakka bakka
use dekhti rahi. Dono miyan biwi ko ye andaza ho gaya tha, ki unka bachha
ghair mamuli aitbaar se zehni salahiyat rakhta hai. Aur ye hi wajah thi ki
undono ne baaqi bachho ki nisbat use jaldi school me dakhil karwa diya.
Aur school me bhi wo apni ghair mamuli Salahiyaton ki wajah se bht jald hi
doosron ki nazron me aa gaya tha.

"Us bachhe ko aapki khaas tawanjo ki zarurat hai. Aam bachho ki nisbat ese
bachhe zyada hassaas hote hain. Agar aap uski achhi tarbiyat karne me
kamyaab ho gaye, to ye bachha aapke aur aapke khandaan ke liye ek
sarmaya hoga. Na sirf khandan ke liye balki is mulk ke liye bhi."

Sikandar Usmaan aur unki biwi is ghair mulki psychologist ki baatein

badhe hi fakhriya andaaz me sunte rahe. Apne baaqi bachho ke muqable wo
salary ko zyada ehmiyat dene lage they. Wo sabse chahiti aulad tha. Aur
unhe iski kamyabiyon par fakhr tha.

School me is term ke baad use agli class me promote kar diya gaya. Doosri
term ke baad, usse agli class me. Aur us waqt pehli baar sikandar usmaan
ko kuch tashweesh hone lagi. Wo nahi chahte they ke salar 8-10 saal ki
umar junior ya senior Cambridge kar leta. Magar jis raftaar se wo ek class
se doori class me jaa raha tha, yehi hona tha.

"Me chahta hu ke is baar aao mere bete ko poore ek saal baad hi agli class
me promotion dein. Me nahi chahta ki itne jaldi aur Abnormal tareeke se
apna academic career khatam kar le. Aap uske subjects aur activities badha
dein. Magar use normal tareeqe se hi promote karein. Unki baat maan kar,
uske talent ko sports aur baaqi activities ke zariye channelize kiya jane laga.
Chess, tennis, golf aur music , wo 4 shobey they, jinme use sabse zyada
dilchaspi thi. Magar iske ye matlab nahi tha ki wo apne aap ko in chaar
cheezon tak hi mehdood rakhta tha. Wo school me hone wale taqreeban har
game me shareeq hota tha. Agar kisi game me shareeq na hota tha, to uski
wajah sirf ye hoti thi, ki wo game ya sport use zyada challenging nahi lagta
tha.
Chapter 2 (part 2)
"Jaweriya, professor itmenaan se notes lekar do mujhe" Imama ne Jaweriya
ko mukhatib kiya, jo kitab kholey baithi hui thi. Jaweriya ne haath badha
kar apni ek notebook use thama di. Imama notebook khol kar safey palatne
lagi. Jaweriya ek baar phir kitaab ke mutalle me masroof ho gayi. Kuch der
baad use achanak jaise khayal aaya tha, usne mudh kar apne bistar par
baithi Imama ko dekha.

"Tumne lecture karna kyu band kar diya hai?" Usne Imama ko mukhatib
kiya. Imama ne notebook se nazrein hata kar use dekha.

"Mujhe kuch samajh me aaye to me note karu. "

"Kya matlab, tumhe professor itmenaan ka lecture bhi samajh nahi aa raha.
" Jaweriya ko jaise hairat hui."

"Itna achha to padhate hain"

"Mene kab kaha bura padhate hain"

"Bas mujhe....... " Usne kuch uljhe hue lehje me baat adhoori chodh di. Wo
ek baar phir apne haath me pakdi notebook ko dekh rahi thi. Jaweriya ne
ghaur se use dekha.

"Tum aaj kal kuch ghayab dimaag nahi hoti jaa rahi, kya baat hai disturb ho
kisi wajah se" Jaweriya ne apni kitaab band karte hue saamne baithi Imama
se bade dardmandana lehje se poocha.

"Dis-disturb.......nahi esi koi baat nahi hai" Wo badhbadai.

"Tumhari aankho ke gird halkhe bhi padhe hue hain. Kal raat ko shayad
3:30 ka waqt tha jab meri aankh khuli, tum us waqt bhi jaag rahi thi."

"Me padh rahi thi", usne madafiyana lehje me kaha.

" Nahi, sirf kitab apne saamne rakhe baithi thi. Magar kitab par nazar nahi
thi tumhari." Jaweriya ne ozey-radh karte hue kaha.

"Tumhe koi masla to nahi hai?"

"Kya masla ho sakta hai mujhe?"

"Phir tum itni chup chup kyu rehne lagi ho? " Jaweriya uski taal ma tol se
mutassir hue baghair boli.

"Nahi, me kyu chup rahoongi" Imama ne muskurane ki koshish ki. "Me to

pehle ki hi tarah bolti hu"

"Sirf me hi nahi, baaqi sab bhi tumhari pareshani ko mehsoos kar rahe hain.
" Jaweriya sanjeedgi se boli.

"Koi baat nahi hai, sirf studies ki tention hai mujhe."

"Me yaqeen nahi kar sakti. Hum bhi tumhare saath hain, tumhe humse
zyada to tention nahi ho sakti. Jaweriya ne sar hilate hue kaha, Imama ne
gehra saans liya. Ab wo zitch ho rahi thi.

" Tumharr ghar me to khairiyat hai na? "

"Haan bilkul khairiyat hai"

"Asjad ke saath koi jhagda to nahi hua? "

"Asjad ke saath jhagda kyu hoga... " Imama ne usi andaaz me poocha.

" Phir bhi koi ikhtilaaf...... " Jaweriya ki baat usne darmiyaan me hi kaat di

"Jab keh rahi hu ki koi masla nahi hai to tumhe yaqeen kyu nahi aa raha!!!
Itne saalon se konsi esi baat hai jo mene tumse share nahi ki, ya jo tumhe
pata nahi hai, phir bhi tum mujhe mujrim samajh kar tafteesh kar rahi ho. "
Wo ab khafa hobrahi thi.

Jaweriya gashbada gayi, "yaqeen kyu nahi karoongi, me sirf isliye israar kar
rahi thi ke..... Shayad tum mujhe isliye apna masla nahi bata rahi ki me
pareshaan na ho jau. Aur to koi baat nahi." Jaweriya kuch nadim si hokar,
uske bed se uthkar apni study table ke paas chali gayi. Usne ek baar phir
kitab khol li, jise wo pehle padh rahi thi. Kaafi der tak kitab padhne ke
baad, usne jamai li aur gardan modh kar lashahoori taur par Imama ko
dekha. Wo notebook khole baithi thi, par nazrein saamne wali dewaar par
thi.

X-----X-----X

Usne gaadi neher ke pull se kuch faasle pe rok di. Phir diggi se ek bori aur
rassi nikali. Wo bori ko khechte hue us pull ki taraf badh raha tha. Paas se
guzarne wale kuch rahgeero ne use dekha, par ruke nahi. Upar pohoch kar
usne apni shirt utar ka neher me phenk di. Chand lamho me behte pani ke
saath uski shirt ghayab ho gayi thi. Dark blue color ki tang jeans me uska
lamba qad aur khoobsurat jism bht numaya tha. Us shaqs ki aankhon me koi
esa tassur tha, jise padhna doosre kisi bhi shaqs ke liye na mumkin tha.
Uski umr 19-20 saal hogi magar uske qad o qaamat aur uske huliye ne jaise
uski umr ko badha diya tha.

Usne rassi neeche neher me latkani shuru kardi. Jab rassi ka sira pani me
chala gaya to doosra sira usne bori pe lapet ke girahein lagani shuru kar di,
aur us waqt tak lagata raha, jabtak coil khatam nahi ho gayi. Phir pani me
padha sira khench kar usne andaze se 3 foot rassi chodh di aur apne dono
pair saath jodhte hue bht mazbooti se 2-3 bal diye aur girah laga di. Ab is 3
foot ke tukde ke sire par badhi maharat ke saath usne 2 phande banaye. Phir
uchak kar pull ki mundair par baith gaya. Apna daya haath kamar ke peeche
le jate hue, bayan haath ke saath pehle phande me daya haath guzara fir
bayen haath ke saath wo phanda khench kar kas diya. Uske baad usne
kamar ke peeche dayen haath ke saath doosre phande me bayan haath
guzara aur daye haath se use kas diya.

Uske chehre par itmenaan bhari muskurahat namudaar hui. Ek gehra saans
lete hue usne apne aap ko pusht ke bal mundair se neeche gira diya. Ek
jhatke ke saath uska sar pani se takraya. Aur kamar tak ka hissa pani me
doob gaya. Phir rassi khatam ho gayi. Ab wo isi tarah latka hua tha, kyuki
uske baazu pusht pe bandhe hue they aur kamar tak ka dhadh pani me
dooba hua tha. Bori me moujood wazan uske wazan se yaqinan zyada tha
yehi wajah thi ki bori uske saath neeche nahi aayi aur wo usi tarah latka
raha.

Usne apna saans roka hua tha. Pani me apna sar jate hi usne apni aankh
khuli rakhne ki koshish ki magar nakaam raha. Pani gadla tha, usme
moujood mitti uski aankho me chubhne lagi. Usne ankhein band karli.
Uskhe phepde ab jaise phatne lage they. Usne yakdam saans lene ki koshish
ki aur pani mooh aur naak se uske jism me dakhil hone laga. Wo buri tarah
padhphada raha tha. Magar na to wo apne baazuon ka istemaal karke khud
ko sath pe laa sakta tha, aur na hi apne jism ko utha sakta tha. Uske jism ki
padhpadahat aahista aahista kamzor hone lagi.

Chand logon ne usko pull se neechey girte dekha aur wo cheekhte hue us
taraf bhaagey. Rassi abhi tak hil rahi thi. Un logon ko samajh nahi aa raha
tha ki wo kya karein. Pani ke neeche honi wali ab dam todh gayi thi. Uski
taange ab bilkul bejaan nazar aa rahi thi. Pull par khade log khauf ke aalam
me us bejaan wajood ko dekh rahe they. Pull par moujood hujoom badh
raha tha. Neeche pani me moujood wajood abhi bhi sakit tha. Sirf pani use
harkat de raha tha, kisi pendulum ki tarah,
aagey peeche aagey peeche....
X-----X-----X

"Imama, jaldi se tayyar ho jao" Rabia ne apni almari se ek suit nikal kar bed
par phenke hue kaha. Imama ne qadr e hairaani se use dekha.

"Kis liye tayyar ho jao?"

"Bhai shopping ke liye jaa rahe hain, saath chalo." Rabia ne usi tez raftari se
istri ka plug nikalte hue kaha.

"Nahi mujhe kahin nahi jana. " Usne ek baar phir apni aankhon pe apna
bazu rakhte hue kaha. Wo apne bistar par leti hui thi.

"Kya matlab hai mujhe kahin nahi jana? Tumse pooch kon raha hai, Tumhe
bata rahe hain" Rabia ne usi lehje me kaha.

"Aur mene bata diya hai, me kahin nahi jaa rahi" Usne aankhon se baazu
hataye baghir kaha.

"Zainab bhi chal rahi hai humare saath, poora group jaa raha hai. Film bhi
dekhenge wapsi par" Rabia ne poora program batate hue kaha. Imama ne ek
lehze ke liye apni aankhon se bazu hata kar use dekha.

"Zainab bhi jaa rahi hai? "

"Haan, Zainab ko hum raste se pick karenge. "

Imama kisi soch me doob gayi.
"Tum bht dull hoti jaa rahi ho Imama" Rabia ne qadr e narazi ke saath
tabsira kiya.
"Humare saath kahan aana jana hi chodh diya tumne. Aakhir hota kya jaa
raha hai tumhe?"

"Kuch nahi. Bas me aaj kuch thaki hui hu, isliye sona chah rahi hu." Imama
ne baazu hatakar use dekhte hue kaha. Thodi der baad Jaweriya bhi ander aa
gayi. Aur wo bhi use saath chalne ke liye majboor karti rahi. Magar Imama
ki zabaan par ek hi rat thi, 'nahi mujhe sona hai, me bht thak gayi hu.' Wo
log majbooran use bura bhala kehte hue wahan se chali gayi.

Raste se unlog ne zainab ko uske ghar se pick kiya. Aur zainab ko pick
karte hue Jaweriya ko yaad aaya ki uske bag ke ander uska volet nahi hai.
wo use hostel me hi chodh aayi thi.

"Hostel wapis chalte hain, wahan se volet leke phir bazaar chalenge."
Jaweriya ke kehne pe wo log dobara hostel chali aayi. Magar wahan aakar
hairani ka saamna karna padha, kyuki kamre ke darwaze par tala laga hua
tha.

"Ye imama kahan hai?" Rabia ne hairani se kaha.

"Pata nahi, kamra lock karke is tarah kahan jaa sakti hai, wo to keh rahi thi
use sona hai" Jaweriya ne kaha.

"Hostel me to kisi ke room me nahi chali gayi??" Rabia ne khayal zahir

kiya. Wo agle kai minutes tak un waqif ladkiyon ke kamro me jaati rahi,
jinse unki hello hi thi. Magar imama ka kahin pata nahi tha.

"Kahin hostel se bahar to nahi gai? " Rabia ko achanak khayal aaya.

"Aao Warden se pooch lete hain. " Jaweriya ne kaha. Wo dono warden ke
paas chali aayi.

"Haan, imama abhi kuch der pehle hi bahar gai hai. L" Warden ne unki
inquiry par bataya. Jaweriya aur rabia ek doosre ka mooh dekhne lagi.
"Wo keh rahi thi shaam ko aayegi" Warden ne unhe mazeed bataya. Wo
dono warden ke kamre se nikal aayi.

"Ye gayi kahan hai? Hamare saath to jane se inkaar kar diya tha, ke use
sona hai wo thaki hui hai aur uski tabiyat kharab hai... Aur ab is tarah
ghayab ho gayi hai." Rabia ne uljhe hue andaaz me kaha.

Raat ko wo qadre e late wapis aayin. Aur jis waqt wo wapis aayin, Imama
kamre me moujood thi. Usne muskurate hue undono ka istaqbaal kiya.

"Lagta hai khaasi shopping hui hai aaj" Usne undono ke haath me pakde
shoppers ko dekhte hue kaha. Un dono ne uski baat ke jawab me kuch nahi
kaha. Bas shoppers rakh kar use dekhne lagi.

"Tum kahan gayin hui thi?" Jaweriya ne usse poocha. Imama ko jaise ek
jhatka laga.

"Me apna volet lene wapis aayi thi to tum yahan nahi thi. Kamra lock tha. "
Jaweriya ne usi andaaz me kaha.

"Me tum logon ke peechey gayi thi"

"Kya matlab? " Jaweriya ne kuch na samajhne wale andaz me kaha.

"Tumhare nikalne ke baad mera irada badal gaya tha, me yahan se zainab ki
taraf gayi thi kyuki tum log ko use pick karna tha magar uske chokidaar ne
bataya ki tumlog wahan se pehle hi nikal gaye. Phir me wahan se wapis aa
gyi. Bas raste me kuch kitabein li thi mene." Imama ne kaha.

"Dekha, tumse pehle kaha tha ki humare saath chalo, magar us waqt tumne
foran inkaar kar diya. Baad me bewaqoofon kintarah peeche chal padhi.
Him log to masqook ho gaye they tumhare bare me." Rabia ne kuch
itmenaan se ek shopper kholte hue kaha. Imama ne koi jawaab nahi diya.
Wo sirf muskurate hue undono ko dekhti rahi. Wo dono ab apne shoppers
kholte hue apni cheezen use dikha rahi thi.
X-----X-----X

"Tumhara naam kya hai?"

"Pata nahi"

"Maa baap ne kya rakha tha?"

"Maa baap se poochein" *khamoshi*

"Log kis naam se pukarte hain tumhe? "

"Ladke ya ladkiyan? "

"Ladke"

"Bht saare naam lete hain"

"Zyada konsa naam pukaarte hain? "

"Daredevil" *khamoshi*

"...... Aur ladkiyaan? "

"Wo bhi bht se naam leti hain"

"Zyadatar kis naam se pukarti hain"

"Ye me nahi bata sakta.... It's too personal"
*gehri khamoshi*
*taveel saans*
*phir khamoshi*

"Me aapko ek mashwara du"

"Kya?"

"Aap mere bare me wo janne ki koshish kyu nahi karte, jo na aap pehle se
jante hain na me. Aapke table par jo safed file padhi hai, usme mere saare
particulars moujood hain, phir aap waqt zaaya kyu kar rahe hain"
Psychoanalyst ne apne paas moujood table lamp ki roshni me saamne couch
par daraaz us noujawaan ko dekha, jo apne pair musalsal hila raha tha. Uske
chehre par gehra itmenaan tha. Aur yu lag raha tha ke jaise wo
psychoanalyst ke saath hone wali Saari guftagu ko bekaar samajh raha tha.

Kamre me moujood thandak, khamoshi, aur neem taariqi ne iske aasaab ko

bilkul mutassir nahi kiya tha. Wo baat karte hue waqtan fa waqtan kamre
me chaaron taraf nazar daudha raha tha. Psychoanalyst ke saamne leta hua
noujawaan, ek ajeeb case tha. Wo photographic memory ka maalik tha.
Uska IQ level 150 ki range me tha. Wo throughout, outstanding academic
awards rakhta tha. Wo golf me president se 3 awards jeet chuka tha. Aur wo
teesri baar khudkhushi ki nakaam koshish karne ke baad unke paas aaya
tha. Uske waldain hi use uske paas lekar aaye they aur wo behad pareshaan
they.

Wo Pakistan ke bht achhe khandaano me se ek se talluq rakhta tha. Esa

khandaan jiske paas paise ki bharmaar thi. Chaaron bhaiyon aur behen ke
baad wo chauthey(4th) number pe tha. 2 bhai aur ek behen usse bade they.
Apni qabiliyat aur zahaanat ki wajah se wo apne walidain ka zyada chahita
tha. Uske bawajood usne pichle 3 saal me 3 baar khudkhushi ki koshish ki
thi.

Pehli dafa usne sadak par bike chalate hue one way ki khilaafarzi ki aur
handle par se haath utha liye. Uske peeche aane wale constable ne use esa
karte hue dekha tha. Khushkismati se gaadi se takrane ke bawajood wo
hawa me uchal kar doosri gaadi ki chatt par gira aur phir zameen par gira.
Uski kuch pasliyaan, ek baazu aur ek taang me fracture hue. Tab uske
walidain, constable ke israar ke bawajood, use ek haadsa hi samjhe. Kyuki
usne apne maa baap se yehi kaha tha ki wo ghalati se one-way se hat gaya
tha.

Doosri baar, poore ek saal ke baad, usne lahore me khud ko baandh kar
paani me doobne ki koshish ki. Ek baar phir use bacha liya gaya. Pull par
khade logon ne use us rassi samet bahar kheench liya tha, jiske saath
baandhkar usne khudko neechey giraya tha. Is baar is baat ki gawahi dene
walon ki taadaad zyada thi ki usne khud apne aap ko pani me giraya tha.
Magar uske maa baap ko ek baar phir yaaeen nahi aaya. Uska bayan tha ke
kuch ladko ne usko pull ke paas roko aur phir use baandhkar pani me phenk
diya. Jis tarah wo bandha hua tha, usse yu hi lagta tha ki use waqai hi
baandh kar giraya gaya tha. Police agle kai hafte, uske bataye gaye huliye
ke ladkon ko poore sheher me talash karti rahi. Sikandar usman ne
khaastaur par ek guard uspar tainaat kar diya jo 24 ghante uske saath rehta
tha.

Magar teesri baar, wo apne baap ke aankhon me dhool nahi jhonk saka.
Usne Khwaab-aawar goliyon ki ek badi taadaad pees kar khaa liya tha.
Goliyon ki taadaad itni zyada thi ki Maida wash karne ke bawajood agle kai
din wo beemar raha tha. Is baar kisiko bhi koi ghalat fehmi nahi hui. Usne
khansama ke saamne, un goliyon ke powder ko doodh me daal kar piya tha.

Sikandar usman aur Tayyaba Sikandar shocked reh gaye they. Pichle dino
ke waqiyaat bhi unhe yaad aa gaye they. Wo pachtane lage they ki pehli
baar hi unhone uska aitbaar kyu kiya. Poora ghar uski wajah se pareshan ho
gaya tha. Uske baare me school, society, colony, khaandaan, har jagah
khabrein phail rahi thi. Wo is baar is baat se inkar nahi kar saka ki usne
khudkhushi ki koshish ki thi. Magar wo, ye batane par tayyar nahi tha ki
usne ese kyu kiya tha. Bhai, behen, maa ya baap, usne kisi ke bhi sawal ka
jawab nahi diya tha.

Sikandar usman, A - levels ke baad, uske bade bhaiyon ki tarah use

behroone mulk taleem hasil karne bhijwana chahte they. Wo jante they, ki
use kabhi bhi na sirf badi asani se admission mil jayega balki scholarship
bhi. Lekin unke saare plans jaise bhakk kake udh gaye they. Aur ab wo us
psychoanalyst ke saamne moujood tha. Jiske paas sikandar usman ne apne
dost ke mashwarey pe pohochwaya tha.

"Theek hai Salar, point pe aate hain, marna kyu chahte ho? "

Salar ne kandhey uchkaye "aapse kisne kaha ke marna chahta hu ?"

"Khudkhushi ki 3 koshish kar chuke ho tum"

"Koshish karne aur marne me bada fark hota hai”

" Teeno dafa tum ittefaqan bache ho, warna tumne khudko maarne me koi
kasar nahi chodi thi."

"Dekhein, jisko aap khudkhushi keh rahe hain, me use khudkhushi ki

koshish samajhta hu......Me sirf dekhna chahta tha ki mout ki takleef kaisi
hoti hai..."

Wo uska chehra dekhne laga jo bade pursukoon andaaz me unhe samjhane

ki koshish kar raha tha.

"Aur mout ki taklif tum kyu mehsoos karna chahte ho? "

"Bas esehi, tajassus samajhlein"

Psychoanalyst ne ek gehra saans lekar us 150 IQ level wale us noujawaan

ko dekha, jo ab chatt ko ghoor raha tha.

"To ek baar khudkhushi ki koshish se tumhara ye tajassus khatam nahi hua?

"

"Oh tab, tab me behosh ho gaya tha. Isliye theek se kuch mehsoos nahi kar
saka. Doosri baar bhi esa hua aur teesri baar bhi esa hua." Wo mayusi se sar
hilate hue bola.

"Aur ab tum 4th baar koshish bhi karoge? ”

" Yaqeen, me dard ki inteha par jakey mehsoos karna chahta hu ki kaisa
lagta hai."
"Kya matlab?"

"Jaise JOY ki inteha ECSTASY hoti hai, magar meri ye samajh me nahi
aata ki khushi ki is inteha ke baad kya hai...... Is tarah dard ki bhi koi to
inteha hoti hogi??........ Jis ecstasy me aap kuch bhi nahi samajh sakte... "

"Me nahi samjha!! "

"Farz karein, aap ek baar strip tease dekh rahe hain, bht tez music baj raha
hai, aap drink kar rahe hain, aapne kuch drugs bhi li hui hain, aap naach
rahe hain..... Phir aahista aahista aap apne hosh o hawas kho dete hain.... To
aap ECSTASY me hain.... Yani suroor me hain... Aap suroor me hain....
Kahan hain? Kya kar rahe hain?? Aapko kuch bhi pata nahi hota, lekin
aapko ye zarur pata hota hai ki aap jo kuch bhi kar rahe hain, wo aapko
achha lag raha hai. Me jab bahar chuttiyan guzarne jata hu, to apne cousins
ke saath ese bars me jata hu. Mera problem ye hai ki me unki tarah
madhosh nahi hota. I never get wild with joy. Mujhe un cheezon se utni
khushi nahi mil pati, jitni baaqi logon se milti hai aur yehi cheeze mujhe
maayus karti hai. Mene socha..... Ki agar..... Susroor ki inteha par nahi
pochoch sakta..... To shayad me dard ki inteha par pohoch saku. Lekin wo
bhi nahi ho saka."

Wo khasa mayus nazar aa raha tha.

"Tum is tarah ki cheezon me waqt zyada kyu karte ho? Itna shaandaar
academic record hai tumhara... "

Salar ne is baar intehai bezari se usse kaha

"Please please.... Ab meri zahanat ke raag laapna mat shuru kijiyega. Mujhe
pata hai me kya hu. Tang aa gaya hu apni taareesfein sunte sunte." Uske
lehje me talkhi thi.

Psychoanalyst kuch der use ghoorta raha. "Apne liye koi goal kyu set nahi
karte tum? "

"Mene kiya hai"

"Kya? "
"Mujhe khudhkhushi ki ek aur koshish karni hai." *mukammal itmenaan
tha.*

"Kya tumhe koi depression hai? "

"Not yet all"

"To phir marna kyu chahte ho? " *ek gehra saans*

"Kya aapko ek baar phirse batana shuru karu, ke me marna nahi chahta. Me
kuch aur karne ki koshish kar raha hu." Wo uktaya. Baat ghoom phir kar
wahin aa gayi thi. Psychoanalyst kuch der sochta raha

"Kya tum ye sab kisi ladki ki wajah se kar rahe ho?"

Salar ne gardan modh kar hairani se use dekha. "Ladki ki wajah se?? "

"Haan, koi esi ladki jo tumhe achhi lagti ho, Jisse tum shadi karna chahte
ho... "

Usne beikhtiyaar kehkaa lagaya aur hasta hi gaya.

"MMy god... Aapka matlab hai kisi ladki ki mohobbat me aake mene
khudkhushi ki...... " Wo ek baar phir baat adhuri chodh kar hasne laga.

"....... Ladki ki mohobbat me khudkhushi.... Kya mazaaq hai" Wo ab apni

hasi pe qaabu pane ki koshish kar raha tha. Psychoanalyst ne ese kai
instance uske saath kiye, aur har baar natija, dhaank ke wohi teen baat raha.

"Aap isko taleem ke liye bhijwane ke bajaye yahin rakhein aur ispar bht
zyada tawajjo dein. Ho sakta hai wo tawajjo hasil karne ke liye ye sab karta
ho." UUsne kai maah baad salar ke maa baap ko mashwara diya. Jiska
natija ye hua ke usko bahar bhijwane ke bajaye, Islamabaad ke eknidare me
admission dilwaya gaya. Sikandar usmaan ko ye itmenaan tha ke agar wo
use apne paas rakhenge to shayad wo esi harkat na kare. Salar ne unke ye
faisle par koi radde amal ka izhar nahi kiya. Bilkul usi tarah jab usne unke
us faisle par kabhi khushi ka izhar nahi kiya ki use behroone mulk talim ke
liye bhijwaya jayega.
Psychoanalyst ke saath aakhri session ke baad sikandar usman use ghar le
aaye. Unhone tayyaba ke saath milkar usse ek lambi chodhi meeting ki. Wo
dono use bedroom me bithakar use un tamaam asaishon ke baare me batate
rahe, jo wo pichle kai saalon se use farhaam kar rahe they. Unhone use un
tawaqqoaat ke bare me bhi bataya, jo wo usse rakhte they. Use mohobbat
bhare jazbaat se bhi aagha kiya, jo wo uske liye mehsoos karte they.

Wo betassur chehre ke saath chewing gum chabata baap ki bechaini aur maa
ke aansu dekhta raha. Guftagu ke aakhir me sikandar usman ne taqreeban
tang aakar usse kaha

"Tumhe kis cheez ki kami hai? Kya hai jo tumhare paas nahi hai? Ya jo
tumhe chahiye... Mujhe batao."

Salar soch me padh gaya.

"Sports car"
Agle hi lamhe usne kaha.

"Theek hai, me tumhe sports car bahar se mangwa doonga. Magar dobara
esi koi harkat mat karna, jo tumne ki hain.... Ok? " Sikandar usman ko kuch
itmenaan hua. Salar ne sar hila diya. Tayyaba ne tissue se aansu saaf karte
hue, jaise sukoon ka saans liya ho. Wo kamre se chala gaya to sikandar ne
cigar sulgate hue unse kaha,

"Tayyaba, tumhe ispar bht tawajjo deni padegi. Apni activities kuch kam
karo, aur koshish karo ki rozana iske saath kuch waqt guzar sako. Tayyaba
ne sar hila diya.