टूट गया मेरा वजूद ...
एक भ्रम...
एक सपना ...
मोहब्बत का आशिअना ...
बिखर गया ...
कुछ न बचा उस घरोंदे का ...
जो मिल बैठ हमने बुना था ...
सरf एक भ्रम ...
वाह और कुछ न था ...
उसकी बेवफाई ने ...
शिकन माथे पे ला दी है ...
भरोसा प्यार से ...उठ सा गया है अब ..
तन्हाई का आलम है ...
सूनी आँखें हैं ...
और कुछ भी तोह नहीं बचा उन् सपनों का ...
जो सब्ज्बघ उसने दिखाये ठी ...
कहा था उसने ..
ना दामन छोडेगा ...
पर ना हाथ ही बढाया ...
ना दिल को तसल्ली दी...किस तरह कटेगी ये उम्र दराज़ ...
जो फ़राज़ उसके आने से खिल सा गया था
आज फिर सौदे की याद ने नींद चुरायी है ...
आज फिर एक आंसू आँखों में ठहर सा गया है
फिर एक फूल का दामन उजाड़ गया है
फिर एक तन्हाई का आलम छा गया है
मेरा वजूद बिखैर गया है
Simply put...
Unkind but fairly appropriate ...
The words that made the Conman ...
Walk away ...
Launched a war ...
That none has been ...
Able to resolve.
When she found his truth ...
All she spoke was her mind ...
Was it so bad, that he had to walk away?
It was his reality ...
Wasn't it the truth ...
She spake?
Then, why make an issue about it?
Just accept your responsibilities ...
Accept the fact that you played with her feelings ...
She will forgive you...
And. walk away.
It is justice, she seeks ...
For she was wronged ...
For no fault of hers ...
You, you and YOU ...
The one hanging in Mid Air...
Yes YOU ...
Were responsible for her miseries ...
Unfolding upon her ...
One by one ..
Raping her conscience ...
One by One ..
A Gang rape of sorts ...
But, of a Woman's vanity of thoughts.
A disdainful act by YOU ...
Yes YOU ...
And, yet you walk free ...
She allows you to walk free ..
For, she once loved you ...
And, never got around to hate you after that.
She owes her heart and soul to your ...
Beating retreat ...
You the ghastly coward ...
You are the one to blame ...
For the tears streaming down her cheeks.
The Words of Love ...
Turn bitter with moments passing by ...
They turn into a poison ..
Tipping the Warheads forth.
The long wait ...
Makes it worthwhile ...
Her passion and patience ... His wile and vice...
A war of words ...
Diluted only whence they meet ...
But, the Twain shall never meet...
For it is a War.
Love knows no boundaries ...
Rote learned it ....
Where do you put a full stop ...
To the lamentations of a bleeding heart?
Love has no shape....
Someone said it ...
Legend has it ...
Love has no Name ...
We all have read it somewhere ...
Well documented are the ...
Feelings of love ...
Stories of requited love ...
Tales of unrequited love ...
Tales of despair ...
Legends of dishonesty ...
Rumours of Infidelity ...
Stories of Heartbreak ...
Where do Legalities surface in all this?
The so called legal issues of so called love issues.
Just another conundrum of affairs ..
Another story to be told ..
Another rumour to be fanned.
He, a strappy young Scientist ... She, an aging mom of two ... they met never yet fell in love... He with the concept that she was younger and She, with a view that he was progressive.
When She told him her reality, He left her... She was left heart wrenched and soul less. Vacant eyes searching for him in every nook and corner, she died somewhere that night and never rose from her living grave.
And, we all think Love transgresses all boundaries... this lesson taught her never to believe in proverbs ... all a lie ; the words he had uttered ; the sweet nothings that stirred her soul... tired from the emotional exhaustion; she falls into a silence that tells a million tales.
A million moments spent wondering what was wrong in telling the Truth? a million moments spent lamenting that She shouldn't have told the Truth..... Whatever be, she heaves a sigh and moves forth .... there a re a million battles to be fought and a million fake smiles to be worn to adorn the face that little ones love to kiss.
Love transgresses all boundaries, a myth, a proverb falsified by the truth She stood by.
This story shall find its way to the hearts of many and countless would weep at the fate of Mahua The Village damsel & Chandru the Coachman.
Chandru was a hard working Coachman ... a Gaadivaan with Bulls called Sheroo & Gilloo. Very famous in Village Races and working hard to earn a living.
All the belles from villages far and near swooned when he went past them in his Bulllock cart but he had eyes for none but a dream girl from his imagination.
Mahua, a beautiful orphaned girl all of 16 was the very epitome of pristine beauty whom her step mother wanted to get rid of. So, One day she drugged Mahua and her brother carried Mahua over towards the City to sell her off to flesh traders there. But, Mahua woke up midway and struggled with the vile old man and ran away from his clutches. Running throughout the rest of the night she collapsed in a heap on the highway near the forest edge .
Meanwhile, after a long work schedule, Chandru was on his way back home.
Chandru saw Mahua lying on the road ahead. He got off the Bullock Cart and went near her. He was mesmerized by her beauty. His dream girl was here lo behold! he picked her up and carried her over to his cart. Sheroo & Gilloo gave each other the looks... he is a goner now.
Chandru revived Mahua from her unconscious state by sprinkling water on her face. He was totally a lost case looking at her flawless skin and pristine beauty.
Mahua opened her eyes and looked right into Chandru's eyes... they locked instantly into a trance. Sheroo & Gilloo shook their heads and the jingling bells around their neck broke the reverie of the duo.
Mahua told Chandru her story. Chandru told her he would take her back to her village. She said there was no one waiting for her there. he was a bit apprehensive to take her to his home. He told her he would drop her off to the nearest Police station. She had no choice but to agree. Chandru took Mahua to the nearest Police station in his Bullock cart.
On the way, his song kept Mahua entertained. Chandru left Mahua at the gate of the Police Station thinking he had done a great deed. He was tongue tied looking at her beauty but was afrad to take her home. Little did he know what fate had in store for them.
Two years passed since that incident.
One night, Chandru had to stop overnight at a Village. He decided to pay a visit to a nautanki happening there. He was in for a surprise. There dancing on the stage was Mahua.
He was stunned. While dancing, Mahua had seen him too. After the show, Chandru was summoned to her tent. There he stood speechless watching her. SHe told him, after he left her at the Police station, the Daroga (Stationmaster) and constables raped her and sold her off to the Nautanki Master. She was a slave here dancing and into flesh trade eversince. Chandru was stunned and ashamed at his cowardice. she was the one whom he loved and she trusted him and this is where he had sent her. He turned and walked away in a lifeless gait.
The next morning, Sheroo & Gilloo reached home with the cart but Chandru wasn't in it.
They say he committed suicide by jumping off the cliff of the nearby Mountain.
When carts pass by the Mountain they can hear Chandru's Ghost sing in the wind ... they can feel his presence there lamenting his fate and that of Mahua.
Mahua too committed suicide on hearing Chandru's fate.
They say, their souls never met yet roam around that area searching each other.
The story of Mahua & Chandru a legend in itself of Unrequited Love.
They put you on a pedestal ...
They, them , the World ...
The lesser mortals and beasts from hell ...
Then, one fine day ....
They pull you down,
Strip you naked and ...
Nail you to the altar ...
And, Burn you down ....
Just like in days of yore ...
Joan of Arc today I am ...
Tomorrow, am no more.
They worship you ...
Your Beauty their nectar ...
The honey they savour ...
They lie on your path like a carpet ...
Woven of human desires ...
Then, they gnaw your flesh and ...
Paw your face ...
They peel your skin ...
And, bury you in salt.
Exalted, you give in to their demands...
You let them cajole you ...
You allow them to kiss your feet ...
Then, they rear their ugly head ...
They pinch you...
They punch you ...
You lie their naked in your pain...
The aches ebbing ....
Waxing and waning ...
You just lie their doubled up.
They drag you to the Altar of sacrifice ...
They gift you to their unfulfilled desires ...
They pile up logs around you ...
Add fuel to the fire ...
And, they burn you at the Altar.
The Burning Altar ...
Is your life O' Fair one ...
That is what they chose for you ...
Unbecoming in your innocence ...
You became their stick of incense...
Fragrant yet frail ...
You burn to ashes today ...
Tomorrow, you shall rise again.
Rise O' Phoenix....
Rise from the ashes ...
The smouldering heap...
From the Burning Altar.
कोई नहीं जानता वोह कहाँ से आये और कब आये . बस यही पता था की उनको सब मास्टर साहिब कह कर पुकारते ठी त्वीत्वा गाँव में.
गाँव के स्कूल के वोह मास्टर और गिनती के चार थू बच्चे . उनमें ठी फुलवा के दो बच्चे. फुलवा खूबसूरत , गाथा हुआ शरीर, एकलौती माँ दो मासूम बच्चों की., कहते हैं फुलवा का पति एक दिन शेहेर गया तोह वहीँ का हो कर रह गया और वापस नहीं आया.
फुल्वा अकेली अपने दो बच्चों को म्हणत मजदूरी कर के पाल रही थी.
वो रोज़ सुबह बच्चों को स्कूल छोड़ कर खेतों पे काम पे निकल जाती, थाकुरैन के घर भी काम करती और दोपहर थोडा जल्दी स्कूल पहुँचती और मास्टर साहिब तब बच्चों को पढ़ा रहे होते और वोह एक तक बैठे सारे सबक सीख लेती. फिर बच्चों को ले कर वाप[अस घर जाती और फिर काम पे लौट जाती , और गए रात को घर वापस आती.
एक दिन मास्टर साहिब ने बच्चों से गणित का एक कठिन सवाल पुछा. कोई भी जवाब ना दे पाया तभी पीछे से किसी ने दबी आवाज़ में जवाब दिया. पूरइ क्लास पलट कर देखने लगी की किसने जवाब दिया. देखा तो फुलवा थी. मास्टर साहिब भी रोज़ देखते ठी की फुलवा आ कर पीछे बैठ जाती है पर इतना सीख जाएगी उन्होंने ख्वाब में भी ना सोचा था.
जब स्कूल की घंटी बजी और सब जाने लगे तो मास्टर साहिब ने फुलवा को अपने पास बुलाया. और कहा " फुलवा तुम इतनी होशियार हो, स्कूल क्यूँ नहीं आती पढने ?" फुलवा ने कहा " मास्टर साहिब कैसे आऊँ? काम कौन करेगा?" मास्टर साहिब ने ने एक उपाय निकला और फुलवा से कहा की रोज़ शाम वोह काम से घर जाते वक़्त उनके घर आ कर पढ़े.
अब हर शाम फुलवा मास्टर साहिब के घर काम से लौटते वक़्त जा कर पढाई करती. वोह बहुत खुश थी. मास्टर साहिब उसकी अद्भुत सीखने की कला से चकित थे.
बारिशों का मौसम था. एक दिन काम से लौटते वक़्त फुलवा भीग गयी. मास्टर साहिब ने उसे अपने कपडे दिए पहनने के लिए .. सफ़ेद कुरता और धोती में फुलवा बहुत खूबसूरत दिख रही थी और बिजली कडकी... फिर क्या हुआ कोई जाने ना ... पर अगले दिन भोर को फुलवा अपने घेर पहुंची... लोगों ने उसे मास्टर साहिब के घर से सुबह निकलते देखा... गाँव में बातें बन्ने लगी और मास्टर साहिब गायब हो गए. फुलवा रोज़ मास्टर साहिब के घर जाती पर वहां सिर्फ एक ताला उसे मुंह चिडाता. गाँव वालों के तानों से तंग आ कर एक दिन फुलवा भी अपने दोनों बच्चों को ले कर शेहेर चली गयी.
शेहेर में फुलवा ने एक स्कूल में आया की नौकरी से काम शुरू किया पर उस की काबिलियत और म्हणत रंग लायी. आज २५ साल बाद फुलवा के खुद के स्कूल का समारोह है. फुलवा अपने बच्चों के साथ आई है . वहां फुलवा की मुलाक़ात मास्टर साहिब से होती है. वोह उस के स्कूल में काम पर लगे हैं. मास्टर साहिब फुलवा को देख कर दुंग रह गए. फुलवा उनके करीब गयी और कहा " आप कहाँ काले गए ठी मास्टर साहिब? हम आप का इंतज़ार करते रह गए. मिलिए मेरे बच्चों से ... अमित, अमीषा और अमन. " मास्टर साहिब ने कहा " पर आपके तो दो बच्चे थे " फुलवा जाते जाते मुस्कुरा कर कहा " अमन आप की सौगात है मास्टर साहिब"
आज दस साल बीत गए हैं. फुलवा अब नहीं रही. पर उसके स्कूल और कॉलेज हैं जो उसके बच्चे सम्भाल्ल्तेय हैं. हाँ और एक वृद्धाश्रम भी , जहाँ मास्टर साहिब रहते हैं इस आस में की कभी अमन से मुलाक़ात हो जाये.
ये कहानी कहने को तोह मास्टर साहिब की है ... पर वाकई में यह कहानी फुलवा की है और उसके हिम्मत और साहस की निशानी है.
