Peer-E-Kamil (The Perfect Mentor) - Roman Urdu {Completed}

Chapter 5.4

"Oh, my God, kya ho gaya hai tumhein, Salar!" Sandra ne pehle semester ke din use dekhte hue kaha.

"Kuch nahi," Salar muskurane ki koshish ki.

"Kya tum beemar the?" usne fikarmandi se poocha.

"Haan, thoda sa."

"Lekin mujhe lagta hai tum kaafi beemar the. Tumhara wazan kam ho gaya hai aur tumhari aankhon ke neeche dark circles hain. Tum kis bemari se beemar the?"

"Kuch khaas nahi. Bas thoda bukhaar aur food poisoning, shayad..." usne muskurate hue kaha.

"Kya tum Pakistan gaye hue the?"

"Nahi, main yahin tha."

"Maine New York jaane se pehle tumhe kai baar phone kiya. Har baar answering service ne jawab diya. Tumhe record karna chahiye tha ke tum Pakistan gaye hue ho."

"Bas karo!" usne gusse se kaha. "Tum mujhe sawalon se bombarding kar rahi ho."

Sandra ne hairani se uski taraf dekha.

"Tum mujhe aise pooch rahi ho jaise tum meri biwi ho."

"Salar, kya hua?"

"Kuch nahi hua. Ab tum yeh kya-kahan-kaise-kyun bakwaas band karo."

Sandra kuch lamhe ke liye kuch keh nahi saki. Usse andaza nahi tha ke wo aise react karega.

Sandra akeli nahi thi jo Salar ke liye fikar mand thi. Uske dusre doston aur jaan-pehchaan walon ne bhi usse milke aise hi react kiya. Din ke akhir mein, Salar puri tarah se pareshan ho gaya aur thoda aggressive ban gaya. Wo university nahi gaya tha ke uska interrogation ho. Doston ki fikar use baar-baar yaad dilati thi ke kuch bahut bura hua hai uske saath, aur wo is ehsaas se chhutkara chah raha tha.

"Kya tum is weekend movie dekhne chaloge?" Danish, jo Salar se milne aya tha, ne poocha.

"Haan, chalunga," Salar ne maan liya.

"Phir tayyar rehna. Main tumhe pick kar loonga," Danish ne arrangement confirm kiya.

Danish ne Salar ko pick kiya jaise tay tha. Salar kai hafton baad movie dekhne gaya tha aur wo ek enjoyable evening ki umeed kar raha tha, lekin movie shuru hone ke das minute baad hi usne achanak se ek tez aur be-wajah dar mehsoos kiya. Screen par jo characters the wo usse puppets ki tarah lag rahe the jise wo samajh nahi sakta tha. Wo chup chap utha aur bahar chala gaya. Danish ki car ke bonnet par lambe waqt tak baitha raha, phir ek taxi bulai aur apne apartment laut gaya.

Professor Robinson ne apna lecture shuru kar diya tha. Salar ne apne saamne wale paper par date aur topic likha. Wo economic recession par baat kar rahe the. Hamesha ki tarah uski aankhein professor par thi lekin uska dimag kahin aur tha. Yeh pehli baar tha uski zindagi mein ke usse nahi pata tha ke wo zehni tor par kahaan hai. Uska dimag ek tasveer se doosri tasveer tak, aur phir teesri tasveer tak ja raha tha. Ek manzar se doosre manzar tak, aur phir teesre manzar tak. Usne ek awaaz suni, phir doosri aur phir teesri. Usse nahi pata tha ke uski journey kahan se shuru hui thi ya wo kahaan tha.

"Salar, hum chalein?" Sandra ne uske kandhe ko hila kar poocha.

Wo chaket reh gaya. Classroom khali thi aur sirf Sandra uske paas thi. Usne hairani se khali classroom, wall clock aur apni wristwatch dekhi.

"Prof. Robinson kahaan hai?" usne jhat se poocha.

"Class khatam ho gayi hai aur wo chale gaye hain," Sandra ne hairani se uski taraf dekhte hue jawab diya.

"Class khatam ho gayi?" usne shak se poocha.

"Haan."

Salar ne apni aankhein zor se masa aur piche ki taraf jhuk gaya. Prof. Robinson ke lecture ka sirf topic yaad tha aur kuch nahi. Usse nahi pata tha ke professor ne kya kaha tha.