Ma-baap aur bachchon ki timing kabhi match nahin kha sakti. Bachpan mein jab launde mohalle ki saari laundiyon ko ghar-ghar ke bahaane byaahte the, Ma-baap ko kabhi ganvaara na hota. Voh aate, sez par baithe dulha-dulhan ko ek-ek kantaap lagaate, aur ghaseetate hue maayke le jaate. 2 fut ka dulha apni vidhivat bani dulhan, aur vivaah ke bhoj-roopi Marie biscuiton ko poori nazar dekh bhi nahin paata.
Cut to 20 saal baad. Vahi launda hai. Vahi ma-baap hain. Zindagi se apekshaayen thodi alag-alag hain.
"Shadi hi nahin karni thi toh chakkar kyun chalaaya?"
Ab toh kaanon ki bhi in shabdon se dosti si ho gayi hai. Jaise hi yeh shabd kaan ke dwaar khatkhatate, kaan ke mel-roopi daas muskuraate hue unka swagat karte hain, aur unhein ek andhere kamre mein baitha dete hain. Thodi roshani hone par shabd dekhate hain voh akele nahin hain. Saal bhar se unke hi jaise libaas mein kai shabd aakar isi kamre mein araam farma rahe hain.
Keval Ma-baap ki hi kyun len. Humaari toh poori duniya le rahi hai.
"Austy, shadi is Farvari mein nibta do. Yeh Anju ke papers hain April mein. Uske baad entrance hai, ho sakta hai naukri bhi lag jaaye. Uske baad toh time nahin nikaal paayegi voh." Samajh nahi aata ki chachiji humaari cousin behan ki baat kar rahi hain, ya saat-pheron mein se ek phere ki. Voh utni hi asaani se yeh bhi keh sakti thi, "Beta, tumhaare ek phere ke paper hain April mein. Phir voh naukri par chala jaayega, aur tum shadi ke mandap par adhoore reh jaaoge."
Ek din ek door ke Mamaji ka phone aaya. "Suna hai, ladki toh tumne fansa li. Ab der kya hai, jaldi karo bhai! Kitna samay hua sab logon ko ek saath baithke mehfil lagaaye hue. Idhar bachchon ki garmiyon ki chhutiyaan bhi aa rahi hain. Ghoomane ki zid kar rahe hain. Tum April vagerah mein shadi karo, toh bachchon ka ghoomna bhi ho jaayega, humaari Lucknow trip bhi ho jaayegi. Hai na? Faaltu mein Goa-voa jaane ka jhanjhat kaun paale, hai na? Aur sab badhiya, chalo baad mein baat karte hain."
Ek toh yeh saariyon ne naak mein bada dum kiya hua hai. Darasal, 1985 ke baad paida hui ladkiyon ko Sari ka sukh kuch kam hi bhogane ko mila hai. Sari ki saari bhadaas shadiyon mein hi nikalati hai. Shadi ka pressure hum par bahot kam hota agar aaj ki Nari ko Sari pehanane ka shauk na hota.
Gf: "Jaldi karo, mujhe voh Dostaana vaali Priyanka ke jaise Sari pehanani hai."
Behan: "Bhaiyya, humne blouse silane ko daal diya."
Mummy: "Aaj tumhaare Papa gaye the, Aminabad. Rishtedaaron ko dene ke liye 250 saariyaan le aaye hain. Ab aa jaao, jaldi-jaldi baat den."
Shadi mein hui taalamtol se aapki premika ke ghar mein ek vichitra samasya hoti hai. Lambi zindagi. Zindagi aur maut ko ja baandhe hue hai, voh hai ladki ki shaadi. Shaadi hui, aur ghar ke sabhi bade-buzurgon ko is bemaani zindagi se nijaat mil jaayegi. "Beta, humaare amuk Chacha, pados ki presswali, aur ghar mein ghoom rahe ek choohe ki tabiyat bahot kharaab hai. Bas tum logon ka byaah dekhane ko ruke hain. Jaldi karo, toh voh bhi chain se mar sakein."
Manavjaati mein isse bada apraadh nahin ho sakta. Kitni bechaari bahuon ko apne saas-sasur ki bina-baat ke dekhbhaal karni pad rahi hai, humaari badaulat. Aur mujh naaspeete se itna nahin ho raha ki shaadi kar lun, aur un sabhi sataayi hui bahuon ko Saas-Sasur se nijaat dila dun.
Kal shaam ghar lauta, toh sadak kinaare rehne vaala kutta daudta hua motorcycle ke peechhe lag gaya. Humne bike dheeme kar di, tab bhi bhonkna chalu tha uska. Hum jaise-taise ghar pahunche, voh raasta rok ke khada ho gaya. Usne humaari aankhon mein dekha, humaare mukh se barbas nikla, "Jald se jald karne ki koshish karunga."
Voh mimiyaata hua, poonchh hilaata hua pant chaatane laga.
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