Peer-E-Kamil (The Perfect Mentor) - Roman Urdu

Chapter 1.18

"Imama, jaldi tayar ho jao!" Rabia ne almari se kapray nikaalte hue bed par phainkte.
"Tayar hoon? Kis liye?" Imama ne hairani se uski taraf dekha.
"Ham shopping ja rahe hain. Tum bhi chalo." Rabia ne apne kapray iron karte hue jaldi se kaha.
"Nahin, shukriya. Mujhe kahin nahi jana." Imama ne apne takiye par let kar apni aankhon ko haath se dhak liya.
"Tumhara yeh 'mujhe kahin nahi jana' ka kya matlab hai? Tumse pucha kisne hai? Main tumhe keh rahi hoon," Rabia ne wahi lehja barqarar rakhte hue kaha.
"Aur main keh rahi hoon ke main nahi ja rahi," Imama ne baghair hile jawab diya.
"Zainab bhi aa rahi hai—poora group ja raha hai—aur jab shopping kar lenge to film dekhne bhi jayenge." Imama ne upar dekha.
"Zainab bhi aa rahi hai?"
"Haan, hum usay raste se uthayenge." Imama soch mein par gayi.
"Tum din ba din boring hoti ja rahi ho, Imama!" Rabia ne gusse se kaha. "Tumne hamare saath bahar jana chhod diya hai; tumhare sath ho kya gaya hai?"
"Kuch nahi. Bas aaj buhat thaki hui hoon aur sona chahti hoon," Imama ne Rabia ko dekhte hue kaha.
Thodi der baad Javeria bhi aayi aur usne bhi Imama ko manana ki koshish ki, lekin Imama ki sirf ek hi baat thi: "Main buhat thaki hui hoon, mujhe sona hai." Jab woh Imama ko bahar nikalne mein naakam rahi, to larkiyan nafrat se usay peeche chhod gayin.
Raste mein jab unhone Zainab ko uthaya, to Javeria ko yaad aaya ke uska wallet hostel mein reh gaya hai. "Mujhe apna wallet lene hostel wapas jana hoga," Javeria ne kaha. Jab woh hostel pohnche, to unhoun ne kamra band paaya.
"Imama kahan hai?" Rabia ne hairan ho kar kaha. "Pata nahi...woh kahan gayi hogi, kamra band kar ke? Usne to kaha tha ke woh sona chahti hai," Javeria ne kaha.
"Kya woh kisi aur ke kamray mein ho sakti hai?" Rabia ne socha. Agle kuch minute unhone apni doston ke kamron mein Imama ko talaash kiya, lekin koi nishan nahi mila.
"Kya woh bahar gayi ho sakti hai?" Rabia ko achanak khayal aaya.
"Chalo warden se check karte hain," Javeria ne kaha, aur woh warden ke paas gaye. "Haan, Imama kuch der pehle bahar gayi thi," warden ne tasdeeq ki. Rabia aur Javeria ne ek dusre ko hairan nighaon se dekha. "Usne kaha tha ke woh sham tak wapas aa jayegi," warden ne unhein bataya. Woh warden ke kamray se bahar nikle.
"Woh kahan ja sakti hai? Usne to kaha tha ke woh humare sath nahi jana chahti kyunki woh thaki hui hai…sona chahti hai…bimar hai…aur phir woh is tarah bahar chali gayi," Rabia gusse se boli.
Jab woh raat ko late wapas aaye, to Imama kamray mein thi aur unka muskurate hue khush aamdeed kaha.
"Shayad tum logon ne bohot sari shopping ki hai," usne unke bags aur parcels dekhte hue kaha. Unhone jawab nahi diya—apni shopping rakhte hue, woh usay dekhte rahe.
"Tum kahan thi?" Javeria ne poocha. Imama ne jhatka khaya.
"Main apna wallet lene aayi thi aur tum yahan nahi thi. Kamra band tha."
"Main tumhare baad gayi thi."
"Kya matlab?"
"Jab tum log nikal gaye to maine apna iraada badal liya aur Zainab ke paas gayi, kyunki tum usay lene ja rahe the. Lekin uska chowkidar ne kaha ke woh tumhare sath nikal gayi, to main wapas aayi. Bas raste mein kuch kitabein lene ruki thi," Imama ne samjhaya.
"Dekha—humne tumhe kaha tha ke sath chalo lekin tumne mana kar diya. Phir, jaise bewakoof, tum hamare peeche peeche aa gayi. Hum tumhare bare mein shak kar rahe the," Rabia ne kaha jab ke usne apni shopping ke samaan bags se nikal rahe thi. Woh ab mutma'in lag rahi thi.
Imama ne jawab nahi diya: usne sirf muskuraya jab unhone apni shopping dikhayi.

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"Tumhara naam?"
"Mujhe nahi pata."
"Tumhare walidain ne tumhara kya naam rakha?"
"Ja ke mere walidain se pooch lo."
Khamoshi.
"Log tumhe kya kehte hain?"
"Larkay ya larkiyan?"
"Larkay."
"Woh mujhe bohot se naamon se bulate hain."
"Zyada tar kya?"
"Daredevil."
Aur khamoshi.
"Aur larkiyan?"
"Woh bhi mujhe bohot se naamon se bulate hain."
"Woh tumhe zyada tar kya kehti hain?"
"Main tumhe nahi bata sakta... yeh bohot personal hai."
Khamoshi aur phir ek gehri saans aur... phir se khamoshi.
"Kya main tumhe ek mashwara de sakta hoon?"
"Kya?"
"Kyoun na tum mere bare mein kuch aisa jaanne ki koshish karo jo na tum jante ho na main? Woh safed file jo tumhare daayen haath pe table pe rakhi hai us mein meri sab maloomat hain. Tum apna waqt kyun zaya kar rahe ho?" Table lamp ki roshni mein, psychoanalyst ne jawan mard ko couch par lete hue dekha. Woh apne pair idhar udhar hila raha tha. Uska chehra pur-sukoon tha aur uske chehre par yeh izhaar tha ke psychoanalyst ke sath yeh session waqt zaya karna hai. Kamra thanda aur andhera tha, aur jab woh larka bol raha tha, to usne kamray ko dekha. Psychoanalyst ke liye woh ek paheli tha; uski photographic memory thi, uska IQ level 150 tha, uska academic record sab se behtareen tha, usne golf mein President’s Gold Medal teesri martaba jeeta tha... aur yeh uska teesra khudkushi ki koshish thi. Uske bohot pareshan walidain usay psychoanalyst ke paas laaye the.
Woh larka mulk ke chand naamwar aur nihayat ameer khandanon mein se ek se tha. Woh paanch bhai behnon mein se chotha tha—chaar bhai aur ek behen; do bhai aur uski behen usse bade thay. Uske walidain usay uski zahanat aur qabiliat ki wajah se bohot pyar karte the—phir bhi pichle teen saalon mein usne teen martaba apni jaan lene ki koshish ki thi. Pehli martaba jab woh apne bike pe ek rasta pe wrong direction mein speed mein tha aur usne handlebar se apne haath utha diye the.
Uske peechay ek police officer ne usay aisa karte dekha. Woh kismat wala tha ke jab woh ek car se takra gaya, to woh doosri car ke upar se uchal kar doosri taraf gir gaya. Uski chand pasliyan toot gayin, aur ek haath aur ek paer fracture ho gaya. Halanke police officer ne yeh sab hotay dekha, uske walidain ko laga ke yeh ek haadsa tha. Usne unhe bataya ke usne galti se one-way street mein entry ki thi. Agle saal, usne apne aap ko baandh kar nehr mein chalang lagai. Pul par maujood logon ne usay upar khinch kar bacha liya. Iss martaba kai gawah thay lekin uske walidain ko ab bhi yaqeen nahi aya ke usne khudkushi ki koshish ki thi. Salar ne kaha ke kuch larkay uski car rok kar usay bandhn kar phenk gaye, aur jis tarah se woh bandha hua tha, aisa lagta tha ke kisi aur ne usay baandha tha. Agle kuch hafton tak, police un larkon ko dhoondte rahe jin ka hayuli Salar ne diya tha. Usman Sikandar ne ek guard ko Salar ke sath din raat rahne ke liye rakha. Lekin teesri martaba woh apne walidain ko dhoka nahi de paya. Usne bohot si sedatives ko pees kar kha liya. Asar itna tha ke pait dhulwane ke baad bhi, usay theek hone mein kafi waqt laga. Iss martaba, uske walidain ko koi shakk nahi tha ke usne kya kiya—bawarchi ne usay goliyan peeste, doodh mein milate, aur usay pee jate dekha tha.