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Munawwar Rana – Maa

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Book : Maa
Poet : Munawwar Rana
Publisher: Wali eighty Academy, 8 – First Floor, F.I. Dhingra  apartments, Lucknow – 226001, Uttar Pradesh, India
The book Price is Rs./ 25
The book can be obtained from the address below:
10-C, Bolaidutt Street, Kolkata – 700 073, West Bengal, India

 

Here are some excerpts of the book..

Apni Baat :

Shabd-koshon ke mutaabik Ghazal ka matlab mehboob se baaten karna hai. agar isey sach maan liya jaaye toh phir mehboob ‘Maa’ kyon nahin ho sakti? meri shayari par muddaton, balky ab tak zyada padhe-likhe log Emotional Blackmaling ka ilzaam lagaate rahen hain. agar iss ilzaam ko sahi maan liya jaaye toh phir mehboob ke husn, uske jism, uske shabaab, uske rukh aur rukhsaar, uske honth, uske joban aur uski kamar ki paimaaish ko aiyaashi kyon nahin kaha jaata hai?
Agar mere shair Emotional Blackmaling hain toh Sharwan Kumar ki farma-bardaari ko ye naam kyon nahin diya gaya? jannat maa ke pairon ke neeche hai, isey ghalat kyon nahin kaha gaya? main poori imaan-daari se iss baat ka tehreeri iqraar karta hun ki main duniya ke sabse muqaddas aur azeem rishte ka parchaar sirf isliye karta hun ki agar mere shair padh kar koi bhi beta Maa ki khidmat aur khyaal karne lage, rishton ka ehtaraam karne lage toh shayad iske badle mein mere kuchh gunaahon ka bojh halka ho jaaye.
Ye kitaab bhi aapki khidmat tak sirf isliye pahunchaana chaahta hun ki aap meri iss chhoti si koshish ke gawaah ban saken aur mujhe bhi apni duaaon mein shaamil karte rahen..

Zara si baat hai lekin hawa ko kaun samjhaaye,
Diye se meri maa mere liye kaajal banaati hai.

Iss kitaab ki bikri se haasil ki gayi tamaam aamdani ‘Maa Foundation’ ki aor se zaroorat-mandon ki imdaad ke liye kharch ki jaayegi. – Munawwar Rana

Tamaam Umar Ye Jhoola Nahin Utarta Hai..

Meri maa bataati hai ki bachpan mein mujhe sookhe ki beemari thi, Maa ko
yeh bataane ki zaroorat kya hai..? mujhe toh maloom hi hai ki mujhe kuchh na kuchh beemari zaroor hai kyonki aaj tak main beemar sa hun. dar-asal mera jism beemari se rishte-daari nibhaane mein humesha peshpesh raha hai. shayad issi sookhe ka asar hai ki aaj tak meri zindagi ka har kuaan khushk hai.. aarzoo ka, dosti ka, mohabbat ka, wafadaari ka!
Maa kehti hai bachpan mein mujhe hansi bahut aati thi.. hansta toh main aaj bhi hun lekin sirf apni bebasi par, apni nakaami par, apni majburiyon par aur apni tanhaai par.. lekin shayad yeh hansi nahin hai, mere aansuon ki bigdi hui tasweer hai, mere ehsaas ki bhatakti hui aatma hai. Meri hansi Insha ki khokhli hansi, ‘Meer’ ki khamosh udaasi aur ‘Ghalib’ke ziddi fakkad-pan se bahut milti – julti hai.
Meri hansi toh mere ghumon ka libaas hai,
Lekin zamaana itna kahan ghum-shanaas hai.
Paiwand ki tarah chamakti hui roshni, roshni mein nazar aate hue bujhe-bujhe chehre, chehron par likhi hui daastaanen, daastaanon mein chhupa hua maazi, maazi mein chhupa hua mera bachpan, khilono ki dukaanon ko taqta hua bachpan, baap ki godd mein hansta hua bachpan, maa ki aagosh mein muskurata hua bachpan, masjidon mein namaazen padhta hua bachpan, madrason mein sipaare ratTa hua bachpan, jheel mein tairta hua bachpan, dhool-mitti se sanwarta hua bachpan, nanhe-nanhe haathon se duaayen maangta hua bachpan, gulle se nishaane lagata hua bachpan, patang ki dor mein uljha hua bachpan, neend mein chaunkta hua bachpan,.. na jaane kin bhool-bhulaiyon mein kho kar rah gaya hai, kaun sangdil inn sunehare dinon ko mujh se chheen kar le gaya hai, nadi ke kinaare baaloo se gharonde banaane ke din kahan kho gaye, rett bhi maujood hai, nadi bhi naaginon ki tarah bal kha kar guzarti hai lekin mere yeh haath jo mehal tameer kar sakte hain, ab gharonde kyon nahin bana paate, kya paraathe rotiyon ki lazzat chheen lete hain, kya pasti ko bulandi apne paas nahin baithne deti, kya ameeri, ghareebi ka zaaiqa nahin pehchaanti, kya jawaani bachpan ko qatl kar deti hai ?
May aur june ki tez dhoop mein maa cheekhti rehti thi aur bachpan ped ki shaakhon par jhoola karta tha, kya dhoop chandni se zyada haseen hoti hai, maachis ki khaali dibiyon se bani rail-gaadi ki patariyaan chura kar kaun le gaya, kaash koi mujh se kaaron ka ye qaafila le le, aur iske badle mein meri wahi chhuk-chhuk karti hui rail-gaadi mujhe de de, kyonki lohe aur steel ki bani hui gaadiyan wahan nahin rukti jahan bholi-bhaali khwaahishen musaafiron ki tarah intezaar karti hain, jahan masoom tamannayen nanhe-nanhe hothon se bajne wali seetiyon par kaan lagaaye rahti hai.

Koi mujhe mere ghar ke saamne wala kuaan wapas la de jo meri maa ki tarah khamosh aur paak rahta tha, meri mausi jab meujhe apne gaaon le kar chali jaati thi kyonki main sote mein chalne ka aadi tha, maa darti thi ki main kahin aangan mein kuen mein na gir padun. maa raat bhar ro-ro kar kuen ke paani se kahti rahti ki, aye paani! mere bete ko doobne mat dena, maa samajhti thi ki shayad paani se paani ka rishta hota hai. mere ghar ka kuaan bahut hassaas tha, maa jitni der kuen se baaten karti thi kuaan apne ubalte hue paani ko pur-sukoon rahne ka hukm deta tha, shayad woh meri maa ki bholi-bhaali khwahishon ki aahat ko ehatraam se sunNa chahta tha. pata nahin yeh paakizagi aur khamoshi maa se kuen ne sikhi thi ya kuen se maa ne?

Garmiyon ki dhoop mein jab toote hue ek chhappar ke neeche maa loo aur dhoop se taat ke pardon ke jariye mujhe bachaane ki koshish karti toh mujhe aangan mein dana chugte hue chooze bahut achhe lagte jinhen unki maa har khatre se bachaane ke liye apne naazuk paron mein chhupa leti thi. Maa ki mohabbat ke aanchal ne mujhe toh humesha mehfooz rakha lekin ghareebi ke tez jhakkadon ne maa ke khubsoorat chehre ko jhulsa-jhulsa kar saanwla kar diya. ghar ke kacche aangan se udne waali pareshaani ki dhool ne meri maa ka rang mat-maila kar diya. daadi bhi mujhe bahut chaahti thi. woh har waqt mujhe hi taqaa karti, shayad woh mere bhole-bhaale chehre mein apne uss bete ko talaash karti thi jo truck driver ki seat par baitha hua Shershaah soori ke banaaye hue raaston par humesha garm-e-safar rahta tha.

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