Dear Zakir Bhai,
Main in shabdon ko apane dil se nikaalane kee koshish karane ja raha hoon, lekin main zamanati dhangse nahin bol sakata ki ise khatm kar sakata hoon ya nahin. Likhate samay mere haath kaanp rahein hai aur meree ungaliyon se aansoo takara rahe hain.
Mai nahin jaanta ki kahaan se shuroo karoon. Kehane ko to bahut kuchh hai lekin mere paas shabd nahin hai. Dusri kisi bhi cheez se jyaada main aapka shukriyada kahana chaahata hoon Tathaastu laane ke lie!
Duniyaan mein aapke qala ke aapke fann ke laakhon kadardaanon mein se aapka ek chota bhai main bhi hun. Sirf comedy ya shayari nahi lekin jis tarah se aap apni itni badi success ko ek chote se gubbare mein qaid karke us gubbare tak pahuchne ka raasta aur uska process behad saral karke humaare liye reachable banate ho uske liye bhi!
Ye main khaaskar ki Tathasthu aur mere kahani ke abba ji matlab Dada ji ke baare me likh raha hun. Zakir bhai aapko pata hai, Tathasthu bahot apni si kahaani lagi. Sahi kaha tha aapne, adulting isn’t just about problems in jobs, relationships and all, ye sab to bahot choti ho jaati hai jab aisa koi dukh ka pahaad aapke upar girta hai aur waha se nikalna hi sahi maayne mein aapko bada banaata hai. Jab aapko ye baat samjh aane lagti hai ki mummy papa ab buddhe ho rahein, jab aapke apne sapne se zyada unke sapne aapke liye maayne rakhte hain.
Khair mai aapko apne dada se milata hun. Mai apne ghar me sabse bada beta tha to iska faayda ye mila ki dada ke hisse ka sabse zyada pyaar humaare jholi mein aaya. Daily shaam ko company bagh mein unka haath pakad ke tehelna aur Niranjan Cinema mein cream roll khaane ke bahane aadhe ghante koi bhi movie dekh lena. Ab wo haath to nahi hai mere saath jiske sahare zindagi mein chalte chalte itni aage nikal aae hain lekin kuch un palon ki dhundhli tasveerein hai zehen mein jise taa-urm sajon ke rakhunga.
Zaakir bhai aapko pata hai mere bhi zindagi ka sabse malaal kya hai? Apne dada ke intekaal mein mehez aadha ghanta late pahuchne ki wajah se main unhe aakhiri baar zinda nahi dekh paaya. Bhai aapko pata hai us pal mein maine apne superman papa ko pehli baar bahot kamzor dekha. Us pal ghar me sabse bada hone ka ehsaas hua. Mujhe nahi maloom ki us waqt ko kaise bayan karun lekin mujhe us mauke ke liye bas Abbas Qamar bhai ka ye sher yaad aata hai ki –
हम हैं असीर-ए-ज़ब्त इजाज़त नहीं हमें
रो पा रहे हैं आप बधाई है रोइए
Bas main jab is mushkil se jujh hi raha tha ab aage kya likhun kaise likhun tabhi mujhe har roz ki tarah aaj bhi office se aane ke baad mummy ka video call aya lekin is baar zara dukh bhara. Video call pe unki shakal dekh ki samjh aagaya tha ki kuch bura hua hai aur jaise hi unhone camera flip karke back camera on kiya to unke dukh ki wajah maloom huyi. Saamne hospital ke bistar pe naani leti hui thi. Behosh bas kuch ek dawayein aur injections side ki table par rakkhi thi. Ye shayad mere jeet-e-ji pehli baar hua tha ki unhone video call pe saamne aate hi Shubhu na bola ho. Mummy se baat ki to pata chala ki aaj subah hi unko ek major brain hemorrhagic stroke aya tha aur kyunki unki age kaafi zyada hai to doctors ne bhi jawaab dediya hai. Jaise hi maine maa ko shaant hone ko kaha aur reaasure kiya ki sab theek hojaega aur phone cut kiya aapke wo shabd zehen mein dobara gunjne lage –
“Apne dil-azeez logon ko jaate huye dekhna unki beemariyon ko handle karna us dukh ko jhel paana asal mein bade hona hota hai!”
