Pata nahi kya ho ho gaya, graduation walon ko rote dekh mujhe bahut hassi aa rahi thi, ki hum itne emotional ab nahi rahe, aur rona to dur ki baat hai, fir aisa laga, hum 5 se 6 din aur aaenge fir sab koi jaa rahe hai. Log kehte hai, chalte chalo, Log yeh bhi kehte hai ki kaash yeh samay wapis aa jata.... bus jindagi ki kitaab pe panne wapis nahi palat sakte....nahi to fir kya kuch ho jata, sudhar jata, bighad jata aur log adha waqt apni pichli jindagi me jaane me hi nikal dete ki aage jane ke baar me koi socht hi nahi, yaha tak court bhi nahi hote aur na hoti koi karyawahi, bas log din bhar urane khayalon me jate aur waapis aa jate..... magar aisa lagta hai ki kuch palon ke lie yeh cheej lagu ho jae, jaise ki dil tutna, doston ka bichadna aur kisi ke kuch shabd, woh pehle I love u, aur na jaane tamat chije jo kuch kah jati hai aur aapko dar rehta hai ki itna accha pal kabhi hum bhul na jaee, aksar hota bhi yahi hai, hum accha pal bhul bhi jate hai, kyonki woh ache sirf kuch waqt ke lie hote hai.... jaise ki school ke doston se bichadte waqt kitna roye thee, iske andaja to hoga apko... aur fir Graduation me kuch aur baat thi, aur fir dekhte hi dekhta Masters bhi ho gaya..... magar me aapko batau kuch chije hoti hai baar baar, unhe kaid karne ki jarurat nahi......jaise ki wahi ek ehsaa alag insano ke lie hona, jo school ke doaton ke lie hota tha, woh kab college main bhi hota, uski intensiy or frequency aur postion aur velocity change ho gai, magar thi toh wahi chij,Vaidehi ne akhir ro hi dia,, aaj uska rona dekha nahi gaya, meine use gale lagaya aur aasun aa pade, itne me jhagde hue lucky se baatchit band thi magar use mere anssun bhi nahi dekhe gae, woh chup karana fat se aa pahucha, sab dost khushi me to nahi the meri, magar in do saalon me pehli baar rota dekh, khudse dur na kar pae, har koi bolta raha, Sevlani, mat ro, kal milenge, acha nahi lagt mota, .... school of journalism ke baare me log kuch bhi kahe, magar meine dekha ki insaan yahi milte hai.........aaj mann kar raha hai ki kash me har ek SJMCiian se baat kar saku fir se, waqt aa chuka tha ki hame Media Mantra 2011 ko chodna hi tha, hum chod aae woh siskia kahi un jagahon pe, jahahn diwaro ke kaan hote hai, hum chod aae us benches ko, jahan hamare jaise har saal naye log aake batihenge... magar kuch chehre aise hai jo aksar, subah se shaam yaad aaengae aur apko bahut rulaenge, sach bataun, itna pyar, itne saare log, kahi nahi mila aaj tak.... differentiation, integration, fiction, force, division, multiplication, colonisation har kahi hota hai... magar yaha sabse kam tha....roj ki tarah mujhe laga ki is jagah ko kassh me nahi chod pati, kash me yahi rahu..... jab mujhe aage badhna hai to kya me sab choddh du, jo mujhe pasand aaya, jaha meine jivan jia.....jawabdario se waakif hu mein.... magar kyon aisa pal aaya ki hum sochte hai, ruk jau thodi der aur laut jau un galio mein.....sjmc ke classrooms.... ......kya hum aise hi karte rahenge jindagi bhar..... kya yahi hai dastooor, ki jise chaha use chordo.....ap mein se kuch ko yeh lag raha hoga ki mein extra emotional ho gai hu, 2 3 dino me theek ho jaungi, magar aap fir yeh bhi soch lijie ki aaj aapki sabse pyari chij apse dur jaa rahi hai..... aap kaisa feel karoge....aaj meri jindagi ki sabse pyari chij jaa rahi thi..to mein extra emotional ho gai hu shayad.....
