Graduation ki padhai ke douraan student ko ghar jane ka mouka kam hi milta hai....aur jab kabhi milta hai... to un dino ka kya importance rahta hai...ye to har koi janta hai....but the fact is that ghar jane ke ye din un logo ke bhi khase important hote hai jo ghar baithe apne baccho ka intzaar kerte rahte hai..
student sochte hai ki ghar jaenge to ye karenge..vo karenge.....dusri taraf ghar valo ka apna alag hi plan rahta hai...ki bacche ko aane do ...unse ye kaam karvaenge....vo
karvaenge....etc...
mother's think that ...ki pata nahi vaha pe kya khate hai kab khate hai ??.. ab pasand ki chije bana ke khilaungi...
father's apne alag hi mood me rahte hai...ki aane do...ab to vo bada ho gaya hai....mai kuch din aaram karunga...sare kaam usi se karvaunga....uski sevaye lunga...
but in sabke alawa ager koi mera intzaar karta hai to ...vo hai mere DADAJI...jo rasta dekhte hai ki kab mai aaunga...to mujhse kaam karvaenge.....samay samay pe mujhse pine ke liye pani bulvaenge... mujhse apne hath-pair dabvaenge...mujhe bitha kar apne purane jamane ke kisse sunaenge....jamane bhar ki baate karenge....
aur......
hamesha rasta dekhte ki ....kab mai aaunga ghar ....aur vo mere sath ....bank jaenge ....apni pension lene.....
aise hi ek baar ki ghatna hai....
har baar ki tarah mai leaves me ghar gaya tha...agle hi din DADAJI ne kaha ...
" bank chalna hai ...pension lene "....mai unhe gaadi pe bitha ke le gaya...
bank ke samne road ke dusri side bike roki ...dadaji ko utara ....gadi park kerke aa raha tha.... maine dekha .... dadaji mera intzaar kar rahe the ki kab maui gaadi park kerke aaunga aur unko hath pakdkr road paar karvake bank me le jaunga.....
hamesha ki tarah maine unka hath pakda...aur unko road paar karva raha tha....
road paar karvate samay meri aankho me mere bachpan ka ek scene ghumne laga ...
vo ye ki ....
mai KG1 .. KG2 me tha ...
school shirt-half paint pahne roj school
jata tha... tab DADAJI roj mujhe school se vapis ghar laate the...
and sabsi badi baat to ye ki roj usi bank ke samne se paidal ghar late the ...jis bank ke saamne
abhi present me khade the.....bachpan me
us bank ke samne ka road paar karte samay mujhe bada darr lagta tha..aur road paar karte
samay mai DADAJI ka hath pakad liya karta
tha...ki vo mujhe ye road paar karvaenge...
ab to kaafi saal ho gaye ....mai bhi kafi bada ho gaya....
kai saalo baad jab bachpan ka vo scene yaad aaya...to laga...
ki...
bachpan ke vo din jab mai dadaji ke sath ghar aata tha....aur aaj ka din ....jab dadaji mere sath aaye bank me...
vahi bank thi.....vahi road tha....vahi DADAJI the....vahi mai tha.....aur vahi traffic tha...
kai chije bilkul nahi badli thi.....but ek chij jo sabse jyada badli thi.....vo ye ki....
bachpan me us road ko paar kerte samay DADAJI meri jarurat the....aur aaj road paar karte samay mai unki jarurat tha...
us din road paar karvate samay jab ye khayal mere dimag me aaya .... mai apne aansuo ko rok nahi paya... iccha kar rahi thi...ki us road pe chalte hue logo ko rok-rok ke batau... ki.....
ye mere DADAJI hai....unhone bachpan me mujhe ye road paar karvaya...aur aaj mai unhe karva raha hu..
us din ke baad se jab bhi kabhi mai us road se gujrta hu to ye baat mujhe yaad aa hi jati hai....
i think ...i am really lucky ...ki aisa khayal mere dimaag me aaya...aur sath hi maine aisa kiya bhi..
aur aisa karte bhi rahunga....
