Choodiyan

Ramadan ka mahina ho aur der raat baazar na ghumo to sau taane dosto ke sunne padte hai ke bhai eid aaye aur ek raat bhi hamko na di, kab tak ammi abba se daroge, biwi ke ghulam ho gaye ho aur na jaane kya kya.. Bas isi tanz taanose bachne ke liye main Altamash ke saath Bazar nikal gaya tha.. Haan maqsad ye bhi tha ke apne aziz dost ke sath zyada se zyada waqt guzarna tha.. Par maine ye socha bhi nahi tha ke jab uske sath (darasal pichhe pichhe) jab mai dukan dar dukan ghum raha hoga tabhi zindagi mujhe ek azeem aur utni hi dilkash cheez se waaqif karane wali thi..
Wo cheez thi Choodiyan..
Haan choodiyan. ye wahi adna si choodiyan thi jinhe maine bachpan me maa ke haatho me ghumakar khela karta tha, ye wahi choodiyan thi jo bade pyar se meri biwi pahenti aur sambhal kar rakhti thi.. Par meri nazar me ye badi hi aam si cheez thi, itni aam ki inke taaluq se maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha..

Sonchta bhi kyun ye wo jagah thi jaha ammi bahen aur biwi ko perfect match aur set k liye kai baar waqt barbaad karte dekha tha.. Aur jab bhi choodiyon ki khareedi ka waqt aata badi hoshiyari se jaan bacha kar nikal jaata tha.. Par aaj nahi..

Aaj shayad choodiyon se rubaru hone ka waqt aa chuka tha..

Qissa Ameerzaadi ka

Aaj Bhai Altamash kharidi kar rahe the aur ham pichche pichhe ghum rahe the ya yun kahe dukaan ke baahar khade hokar Facebook pe waqt zaaya kar rahe the.. Tabhi achanak se ek aawaz mere kaano par padi, “uff kya chhoti si dukaan kuchh varieties hi nai hai.. Hame yahi style chahiye agar hai to bataiye warna jaane do..”
Choodiwala shayad se kaafi der se inhe serve kar raha tha aur chhoti dukan hai ye taana sun na saka.. Bina lamha guzaare palat kar bola jaaiye madam badi dukaan pe dekh lijiye waise bhi Eid ka season hai Allah ke karam se bahot customer aa jayenge zaroori nai har kisi ki farmaish ham poori kar sake..
Uska itna kahna tha ki us Ameerzadi ki maghroori ne betakallufi se kaha haan aajayenge aur unhe bechte rahna ye 100-50 ki choodiyan..
Bas ye sunana tha ki mere dil se ek sada aayi..
Gar dekhna ho khudparast ko to dekhlo is mehjabeen ko aaj
Waqt ka pata nahi kal ye takabbur ho na ho..

Ammi ki pyarwali choodiyan

Dukan dar dukan chakkar lagaate waqt ek jagah bada hi khubsurat manzar nazar aaya.. Ek chhotisi dukaan Me shayad ek maa apni beti ke saath aayi thi aur shadi k sets dikhaane k liye kah rahi thi.. Mujhe laga Shayad us bachchi ki shadi ankarib thi.. Ladki ki khwahish thi ke saada si choodiyan le le par maa chah rahi thi badi khubsurat si choodiyan.
Badi halki si aawa me ladki ne kaha “Ammi aap please itni mahengi choodiyan na le, inhe bhi zyada kharch pasand nai aur hame bhi” jawab me maa ne kaha “saas nahi ammi samaz kar le lo, aaj tumhari ammi hoti to unse zeed kar ke acchi choodiyan nahi dilwane ko kahti? Rahi baat mere bete ki mujhe pata hai wo bhi surkharu ho jaayega”..
Uff kya manzar tha bahu ki aankho me khushi ke aansu aur saas ki aankho me beinteha pyar!!

Bees rupiyewali khushi

Jitni bheed market me aurato aur aadmiyo ki thi utni hi bheed bachcho ki thi.. Chasme, belts, ghadiyan kharidte hue bachche.. Mehandi, purse, choodiyan aur jootiyan kharidti hui ladkiya.. Wo itar ke faayo se mehka hua baazar yahi zindadili to hai jo online shopping karnewale mujh jaise log nai dekh sakte..
Kuchh der baad ek buzurg anqarib mujh se takra se gaye, ham dono ne ek dusre ko dekha aur muskuraya maano ek dusre se kah rahe ho arey janaab zara sambhal ke..
Un buzurg ke saath ek chhoti si ladki thi 5-6 saal ki hogi shayad. Pyari si surat pe abaya aur bhi khubsurat lag raha tha, bade naazo se usne un buzurg se kaha Naanu hame golden choodiyan chahiye hamaare dress pe match karbe k liye aur wo buzurg haan bete aapko golden Choodiyan, purse aur jootiyan dilaane ka keh kar aage badh gaye.
Un dono me mujhe mere papa aur meri bhanji nazar aaye. Aate bhi kyun na, sirf dhai saal ki hone k baawajud meri bhanji isi tarah se apni farmaishe jatlati aur puri karwati hai aur mere papa bhi un zido ko yun pura karte hai jaise maano wo Charagh k Jinn ho aur meri bhanji Aladdin..
In khayaalo ka silsila tab tuta jab ek buzurg aadmi jo bade hi saada libas me ek chhoti si bachchi ko god me liye fir se choodiyan kharidne aaye aur laakh ki choodiyo ka puchh baithe.. Achraj ki baat ye thi ki Laakh ki choodiyan market me aana band hue 2-3 saal ho chuke hai.. Mai ye baat jaanta tha kyun ke aksar pahle ye choodiyan chhote bachcho k liye istemaal ki jaati thi na sirf ye sasti hoti thi balke ye haatho ko iza bhi nai pahonchati thi..

Laakh ki choodiyon ka tazkirah sunke choodiwala muskura diya kahne laga bademiyan kaafi saal ho gaye unhe band hue, Ab to zamana plastic, kaanch aur brass ki choodiyo ka hi rab gaya hai batao kaunsi dikhau?

Buzurgne ek lambi saans li aur bole mahangai bahot badh gayi hai bhai ab to haalat ye hai eid bhi wa’eed si lagti hai jab kharch karne jeb me paise na ho.. Ek kaam karo is bachchi ke haath k liye 20 rupeeyon ki choodiyan de do..

Buzurg ye baat sunkar mere aankho me aansu aa gaye aur Qaisar-ul-Jafree sahab ka sher zubaan se besaaqta nikal gaya

Ghar laut ke royenge maa baap akelele me

Mitti ke khilaune bhi saste na mile mele me..

Dukandar ne bade itminan se badi khoobsoorat choodiyan nikali aur bachchi ko pahnai, perfect size tha, ek darjan choodiyan pack karke jab wo buzurg ko dene laga to buzurg ne kaha beta ye mahngi lag rahi hai itne paise nahi hai mere paas, dukandar ne muskurakar kaha bademiyan aapke liye ye sirf 20 rupeeye ki hai..

Altamash ke saath mai waapas chal to diya par un Buzurg ki baat aur us dukandar ne 20 rupeeyon ke aiwaz me di hui khushi ka khayal ab tak dil me machal raha hai aur ye puchh raha hai ke kaun sahi haqdar hai eid manane ka wo dukandar ya mai??

Pic Courtesy : Pradipna Lodh

Ishq ka hasil aur jama

Ishq ka hasil aur jama.

 

6 Hair bands. 4 alag alag tarah ki baalon wali Clips.

Woh… uss din jo sandal tuti thi tumhari, Uska Ek strap.

Aur haan Woh kitaab jiske panne mod kar diye they tumne.

Sambhal rakha hai maine sab, Jab aaogi toh le jaana.

 

Waise chote bade mila kar, kuch 23 kapde bhi pade hai tumahre.

Unme se, kuch me tum bala ki haseen lagi.

jaise woh red wala top aur Black wali dress.

Woh baby pink crop top aur woh green jump suit.

Sab yahin pada hai.

 

toh mai bas yeh keh raha tha ki kharid lena na waisa sa hi kuch kahi se..

kyunki, Sach kahu toh Lautane ka Dil nahi karta mera.

 

Nahi Nahi Mazak kar raha hoon, Sambhal rakha hai maine sab, Jab aaogi toh le jaana.

Waise kuch hisab bhi dena tha tumko, Jo tumhari meri Tasveer wala, Coffee mug diya tha tumne.

Uska handle tut gaya hai mujhse. Blue wali shirt bhi peechel 2 hafton, Mil nahi rahi hai kahin par aur..

Perfume khatam ho gaya hai.

Ghadi khoyi nahi hai par band ho gayi thi. Isliye utar rakhi hai, bas bata raha hoon tumhe.

Woh Green wali check shirt dhobi ne jala di.

Woodland wale joote Zeeshan le gaya.

tumhare diye Earphones aur Chashma, ek din Airport par jaldbaazi me chhut gaye.

bahut dhunda, nahi mile.

 

Par Woh sukha hua Gulaab ke phoolo ka guladasta.

tumhari lipstick ke nishaan wala paper cup.

Woh tissue paper jis par tumne number likh kar diya tha, tumhari car parking ki parchiya.

Woh Tute hue Clutcher ke Dono hisse. tumahre more pankh wale jhumke.

Aur mai….

 

yeh sab kuch jo bhool gayi thi tum, ya shayad jaankar chhoda tha tumne.

Apni jaan se bhi jayada, Sambhal rakha hai maine sab, Jab aaogi toh le jaana.

Zakir Khan

 

(continuation from Ashk)

 

Tum soch rahi hogi kya bas cheezon ka hisaab rakha hai?

Hisaab har jazbaat ka hai jo tumse juda hua hai..

 

Wo jo pahli baar tum yu itraai thi aur meri shayri pe yu muskurai thi

Wo jab tumne pahli baar thaama tha haath mera Wo jab pahli baar meri aaghosh me aayi thi..

 

Hisaab un jazbaat kaa bhi hai jab tum toot toot ke roi thi hamaari pahli ladaai ke baad..

Hisaab un jazbaat ka bhi hai jab badi berukhi se chhoda tha tumne mera saath..

 

Main yu to yaad dilaana nahi chaahta tha par ammi kahti hai 77 raate mere kamre se rone ki aawaze aati thi..

Abbu kuchh kahte nahi par ab wo bewajah yoon hi daantate bhi nahi..

Baap hai na wo har haal jaan ke bhi khaamoshi akhtiyaar karna farz hai unka..

Bahen bhi badi sanjeeda rahti hai meri chehre ki maayusi dekh kar par wo pagli aksar mujhe hasaane ki koshish kar jaati hai..

 

Ye to bas kuchh chuninda jazbaat hai jo socha tumhe bata doon

Hisaab nahi lunga tumse mere Ashkon ke qatro ka

Naa hi hisaab lunga tumse wo laayani farebi mohabbat ka

 

Tum dogi bhi kya hisaab ke apni mohabbat to bas meri akele ki kahani thi

Usme thi to tum naam ko shaamil magar tumhare har jazbaat me beimaani thi..

 

To jaao, aur jaake khush raho kahi par

jaha tumhe lage yehi hai tumhare zindagi ki manzeel

 

Par haan, Jab aaogi palatkar waapas to le jaana ye jazbaat bhi,

ke maine sambhal rakhkha hai tere liye..

Jab aaogi to le jaana..

 

Ashk Nigahee

The Great Pretenders

There was a time when people used to socialize in real. They had social gatherings and outings, they sang and they ate together. But there were “Folks” who called it “being naive”.
These “Folks” were willing to achieve supremacy. And thus they invented Technology. These gadgets brought the world under fingertips. And “The Folks” were able to meet with other folks from places they had never heard about.

By the time Technology evolved and everyone including “The Folks” who were being referred as Scientists got so used to it that they contributed as much as possible in inventing and evolving Virtual Reality. The generations got so addicted to it that they forgot how the real world looked like, how did the birds chirp, how did the mountains echo, how did the rivers flow and how did the humans laughed at social gatherings..

But there were few…

The ones who had lived long enough to see both the social gatherings and the virtual reality. They took some young blood (kids and youth not the blood literally) with them and showed them how people lived before the technology evolved to what it was at present.
The young blood liked this old yet new way of looking at and living life and they continued to do so.

The Folks and all others who got addicted to Technology called these people living old way of life “The Great Pretenders”.