PAPA JI NAHIN RAHE

PAPA JI NAHIN RAHE

24 May 1143AM

Lily ka phone tha

Bahut dino se ye andesha ho chala tha,

Aisa kuch ho sakta hai, lagne laga tha,

Jab aaya tha tab haalat kaafi kharaab thi

Par phir bhi,

Papa Ji nahin rahe ?

1230 PM

I am in my Gypsy, traveling to Jallandhar Railway stn

I will board some train to Ambala,

Uske aage phir dekhi jaayegi

Ghar pahuchana hai, jaldi se jaldi,

Papa Ji nahin rahe

There is no train to Moradabad from Ambala,

So I will have to take a bus and go to Saharanpur

1745 PM ,

I pass Saharanpur,

Strange co incidence, the town of my family, my father,

I reach Roorkiee,

A friend has picked me up from Saharanpur bus stand and has also got me a ticket in Kaathgodam Express,

I will be in Kathgodam at 7 in the morning,

And at Naukuchiatal by 8 in the morning,

0815 AM, 25 May 2010

Naukuchiatal

I am reaching my parents home,

Where he would normally be found sitting in the veranda,

Reading news paper with the help of a magnifying glass,

Grumbling on his wife,

There is a crowed out side the house,

Aakri safar ki taiyaari hai,

Sirf mera intezaar hai,

I reach the veranda,

he is there

not grumbling, not reading

But lying on a bed of Ice slabs, his body frozen,

Waiting for me to arrive for almost 20 Hrs,

He is getting late,

Ab naye safar par nikalna hai, ye safar khatm hua,

Is jeewan main jo rishte bannaye the,

Sab yanhi chor ke jaana hai

Bara beta ab pahunch gaya hai,

Vida karo,

Papa Ji nahin rahe,

0940 AM

Arthi uthi hai,

logon ki aankkon main aansu hain

meri aankhon main sirf  dhund hai,

aansu pata nahin kahaan kho gaye,

Ek machine ki tarah jo kaha jaa raha hai kar raha hoon,

Chitrashila Ghat,

Behte paani ke upar pattharon ka platform,

Us par chita saji hai

yahaan ki yahi parampara hai,

Moonh main ghee daalo,

Parikrama karo,

Agni do,

Wo shaerer jis ka main hissa hoon,

Maine agni ke hawale kiya,

Sab hat gaye par mujhe rukna hoga,

Us shareer kaa har hissa puri tarah raakh ho jaaye,

Paani main beh jaaye,

to hatoon

Yahi ek jimmedari baaki hai,

4 PM

Chita jal chuki, raakh beh chuki, pathar hata diye gaye,

Nadi pehle ki tarah behti hai,

Sab khatm hua,

Jo mujhe dunia main laaya tha,

Jisne saalon meri parwarish ki

Use bas chand ghanton mein dunia se vida karke ab chalta hoon,

Bare bete ka kartvaya poora hua,

ab Pagri mere sar pe hai,

Papa Ji ab nahin rahe,

Ab Mummy ko sambhalna hai,

52 salon ke baad, wo akeli ho gayi

jeewan ka arth khatm ho gaya,

Wo kursi verande main, khaali pari hai,

Magnifing glass ki ab jaroorat khatm hui,

Papa Ji nahin rahe

 

main bhi ek roz isi taraha se ruksat loonga,
yahan kisi ka bhi sikka sada nahin chalta,
wo koi Raja ho ya  phir ho wo phakir koi,
Kabhi kisi ko muqammal jahaan nahi milta

KABHI KISI KO MUQAMMAL JAHAAN NAHIN MILTA