chapter 3

Kabhi kabhi woh Mrs. Richards ko dekhta aur phir wapas window se bahar dekhne lagta .Yeh unka pehla din tha Islamabad ke aik international school mein biology teacher ke tor par. Woh aik diplomat ki biwi aur pesay se teacher thi.      Unka abhi kuch arsa pehle Islamabad ana hua tha. Har aik posting par, unhon ne embassy se attached schools mein teaching assignments liye thay,Apni pehle walay teacher Ms. Mariam ka syllabus aur teaching schedule continue karte huay, aik mukhtasir introduction ke baad Mrs. Richards ne heart aur circulation system ke functions samjhane shuru kiye aur board par aik diagram draw kiya.Unhon ne us larke ki taraf dekha jo ab bhi window ke bahar dekh raha tha, aur aik purana tareeqa istemal karte huay, unhon ne apni nazar us par thehra di aur bolna band kar diya. Class mein aik khamoshi chha gayi. Larka phir se class ki taraf mud gaya. Uski nazar milate huay, Mrs. Richards muskurayi aur apna lecture dobara shuru kar diya. Kuch dair ke liye unhon ne apni nazar us larke par rakhi jo ab apni notebook mein likhne mein masroof tha. Phir unhon ne apni tawajjo class ki taraf mon,Unka khayal tha ke larka ab sharminda ho gaya hoga aur apni tawajjo kahin aur nahi bhatkaye ga, magar chand hi minutes baad unhon ne phir usko window ke bahar dekhte huay paya. Dobara se unhon ne apna lecture roka, aur larka unki taraf dekhne laga. Is martaba unhon ne muskuraya nahi. Unhon ne class ko address karna jaari rakha. Jab woh dobara writing board ki taraf mudi, larka phir se window ke bahar dekhne laga. Aik irritation ka asar unke chehre par aya aur jab woh phir se khamosh hui, larke ne unki taraf gusse se dekha, aur phir se window ke bahar dekhne laga.Uska attitude itna insulting tha ke Mrs. Samantha Richards ka chehra lal ho gaya. "Salar, tum kya dekh rahe ho? unhon ne sakhti se poocha.'Kuch nahi,' aik lafz ka jawab aya. Usne unko aik tezi se dekha.Tumhe pata hai mein kya parha rahi hoon?"'Umeed hai.' Uska lehja itna rude tha ke Samantha Richards ne apna marker bandh kiya aur zor se table par rakha.Agar aisa hai, to yahan aao aur yeh diagram draw karke label karo.' Unhon ne board par bani figure ko mita diya. Larke ka chehra rang badalne laga. Unhon ne dekha ke class ke students aik dosre ki taraf dekhnay lage. Larke ne Samantha Richards ko sardi se dekha. Jab unhon ne apni drawing ka akhri nishan board se saaf kiya, larka apni seat se uth gaya. Tezi se move karte huay, usne marker uthaya aur bijli ki raftaar se-sirf do minute aur satavan seconds mein-usne diagram draw karke label kar diya.Marker ka cap wapas lagate huay, usne marker zor se table par rakha, aur bina unko dekhe apni seat par wapas chala gaya.Mrs. Richards ne na usko marker neeche rakhte huay dekha na usko seat ki taraf wapas jaate huay. Woh yaqeen nahi kar pa rahi thi ke diagram, jo unhon ne banane mein das minute lagaye thay, usne kam waqt mein bna diya tha. Woh bhi itna behtareen ke unko usmein koi ghalti nazar nahi ayi. Kuch sharminda hote huay, unhon ne larke ki taraf dekha. Ek martaba phir se woh window ke bahar dekh raha tha...................................... Waseem ne teesri dafa darwaza khatkhataya, is dafa us ne Imama ki awaz suni."Kaun hai?""Imama, main hoon. Darwaza kholo," Waseem ne peeche hote hue kaha. Andar se khamoshi thi.Kuch dair baad, taala khula aur Waseem ne darwaza khola. Imama apne bistar ki taraf peeth kar ke chal padi."Is waqt yahan kyun aaye ho?""Waqt se pehle kyun so gayi ho? Abhi to das bajay hain," Waseem ne andar aate hue jawab diya."Mujhe neend aa rahi thi." Wo bistar par baith gayi. Waseem ne usay dekh kar pareshani mehsoos ki."Kya tum ro rahi thi?" Yeh ek ikhlaqi sawal tha. Imama ki aankhein surkh aur soji hui thi aur wo nazar chura rahi thi."Nahin-nahin, main ro nahi rahi thi. Bas sar mein dard tha" Usne muskurane ki koshish ki.Waseem ne uske paas baith kar uska haath pakar ke uska hararat check kiya."Bukhaar to nahi hai?" usne fikar se poocha. Phir uska haath chhor diya. "Tumheinbukhaar nahi hai. Shayad tumhein dard ki tablet leni chahiye.""Main le chuki hoon.""Achha. Phir so jao. Main tumse baat karne aaya tha magar tum is halat mein nahi ho..." Waseem ne kamra chhorne ke liye morat leya. Imama ne usay rokne ki koshish nahi ki. Usay darwaza band kar diya jab Waseem nikal gaya..Bistar par let kar, usne apna chehra takiya mein chhupa liya-woh phir se ro rahi thi.............................................................................................................13 saal ka ladka TV par music show dekhne mein masroof tha jab Tyyaba ne jhaanka. Usne apne bete ko kuch dair dekha aur phir kuch pareshani se kamray mein dakhil hui."Kya ho raha hai?""Main TV dekh raha hoon," usne baghair uski taraf dekhe jawab diya."TV dekh rahe ho? Khuda ke liye! Tumhein pata hai ke tumhare imtihaan shuru ho gaye hain?" Tyyaba ne uske saamne kharay ho kar poocha."To kya?" usne chir kar jawab diya."To kya? Tumhein apne kamray mein apni kitaabein lekar hona chahiye, na ke yahan baith kar yeh behooda show dekh rahe ho," Tyyaba ne usay daanta."Maine jitna parhna tha parh liya hai. Ab please raasta chhodo." Uske lehje se uski chirchiraahat wazeh thi."Phir bhi, andar jao aur parho," Tyyaba apni jagah par ad gayi."Nahi. Main nahi uthoon ga, aur na hi andar ja kar parhoon ga. Mera parhna aur mere papers mera masla hain, tumhara nahi.""Agar tumhein apni parhai ki fikr hoti to kya tum yahan baithe hote?""Hatt jao." Usne Tyyaba ke lafzon ko nazarandaz karte hue usay rudely hatane ko kaha."Main aaj tumhare walid se baat karoongi, Tyyaba ne dhamki deni ki koshish ki."Kar lo baat, mujhe koi faraq nahi padta. Kya hoga? Wo kya kar lenge? Main keh chuka hoon ke maine apne imtihaan ki tayari kar li hai, to phir tumhara masla kya hai?""Yeh tumhara final exam hai. Tumhein iski fikr karni chahiye." Tyyaba ne apni tone naram kar li"Main chaar saal ka bacha nahi hoon jo tumhein mere peechay lagne ki zaroorat hai. Mujhe apni zimmedariyon ka tumse behtar andaaza hai to mujhe apni fazool naseehat se tang mat karo.""Tumhare imtihaan chal rahe hain. Apni parhai par tawajju do. Tumhein apne kamray mein hona chahiye. Main tumhare walid se baat karoongi!"Kya bakwaas hai!" Khara hote hue usne remote control deewar par phenka aur paon patak kar kamra chor diya. Tyyaba bebas aur zaleel mehsoos karti hui usay dekhte rahi...............................................................................................................Naye Saal ki Raat thi: Naye Saal ke aaghaz se sirf tees minute pehle. Das ya is se zyada nojawan apni motorbikes par shehr ki sadkon par shore macha rahe the, har qisam ke stunts kar rahe the. Kuch ne naye saal ka jashan manane ke liye chamkile headbands pehne hue the. Ek ghanta pehle woh shehr ke ek supermarket mein the, larkiyon ko seeti maar kar ched rahe the. Un ke paas patakhe bhi the jo unhon ne jashan ke tor par chalaye. Sawa bara baje woh Gymkhana Club ke parking lot mein. pahuche jahan ek New Year ka party zoron par thi. In larkon ke paas bhi party ke dawat thi aur un ke walidain pehle se wahan mojood the. Jab woh andar gaye, to bara bajne mein sirf paanch minute baqi the. Kuch hi dair mein hall aur dance floor ki roshniyan band kar di jayengi aur lawns par aatishbazi ke saath naye saal ka khair maqdam hoga.Yeh party raat bhar chalegi-dancing, drinking-saari khushiyan Gymkhana management ke taraf se is moge ke liye khas tor par muntazim ki gayi thi. 'Lights off ka matlab tha poori azadi ka izhaar-yehi to log dekhne aate the. Ek nojawan jo party join kar chuka tha, dance floor par music ke beat par rock kar raha tha aur apni. performance se sab ko impress kar raha tha. Jab bara bajne mein sirf das second bagi the to roshniyan band ho gayi........Next part coming soon.