Uski munfarid fashion parade ne use puri industry mein raaton raat mashoor kar diya tha. Wo apne uper har ek ki nigaah mehsoos kar rahi thi. Log uske aage badhne per dusre ke kaano mein sargoshiyan kar rahe the. Wo unhein sun sakti thi. Lekin gehra saans bhar kar unhein nazar andaaz karne ke alawa uske pass koi raasta nahi tha.
Aaj uski fashion parade ka aakhri din baaki tha. Kal ke waqye ke baad bhi saira ki wajah se use apna kaam jaari rakhne ka mauka mil gaya tha. Agar wo is aakhri din ko hazaf kar deti toh pure hafte ki mehnat zaya chali jaati. Jo wo chahti nahi thi. Use paison ki ashad (severe) zarurat thi. Dressing room mein kaam karti ladkiyan use theher kar dekh rahi thien. Wahan per maujood kayi naamwar actress ne bhi use ma'ani qaiz nigaahon se dekh kar rukh pher liye the. Agle hi lamhe saira ander dakhil hui. Sab ko uski jaanib dekhta mehsoos kiya toh uski tevaru chadh gayi.
"Kya koi tamasha ho raha hai yahan?" Sakht awaaz mein pucha toh sab hi najal se hokar yahan wahan dekhne lage. Use kal selena wale waqye ki qabar thi lekin wo waqt na milne ke baais usse baat nahi kar paayi thi. Usne use haath se thaama aur apne saath liye, use apne dressing room mein le aayi. Kayi ainon ke frame per lage safed qumqumon ki roshni aankhon mein chubh si rahi thi.
"Tumhara gaurd kahan hai aaj?" Wo kal ke waqye ke baare mein puch kar use mazeed dukhi nahi karna chahti thi.
"Hospital. Mariya ke guards ne bechare ko pata nahi kya inject kiya tha. Uski tabiyat bohot gair ho rahi thi kal."
Wo bhi afsos ke saath uske saath hi aa baithi thi.
"Ab kaisi hai tabiyat uski?"
"Hunh. Behtar hai." Saira ne gehra saans liya tha. Phir uski jaanib dekha.
"Aaj tumhein ek groom ke saath walk karni hai ramp per. Tum. Kar logi na?" Usne saira ki jaanib dekha. Aaj ka theme wedding theme tha. Use safed libaas Zebtan karke valime ki dulhan banna tha.
Usne asbaat mein sar hilaya. Kya chaara reh jaata tha uske paas. Inkaar ki surat mein use paison se haath dhona padte.
"Acha chalo. Mein tumhara makeup kar deti hun. Dress kaafi bhaari hai. Use pehen kar set hone mein bhi waqt lagega." Usne sar asbaat mein hilaya aur phir uth kar aage kursi per aa baithi. Ab use agle kayi lamhaat yunhi bagair thake tayyar hona tha. Jab wo kayi ghanton ki mehnat ke baad tayyar ho chuki toh libaas tabdeel karne chali gayi. Jab wapas aayi toh darwaze ke bahar rush sa laga tha. Usne achanbe se us jaanib dekha aur thoda aage badh aayi. Ehsan Ali darwaze ke saamne khada designer se kuch keh raha tha. Kuch bohot na gawar sa.
"Mein selena ke saath ramp per walk nahi karunga. Meri reputation ka sawal hai. Ek badnaame zamana actress ke saath do kadam chal kar mein apna aap sawaliyah nishaan nahi banna chahta." Wo industry ka ubharta sitara tha. Aur har ubharte sitare ki tarah use bhi khud per bohot guroor tha. Uska chehra lamhe bhar ko safed hua tha. Actress, designers, makeup artists aur jaane kon kon uski buland awaaz sun kar us jaanib mutawajjah ho chuka tha. Use apne libaas aur tayyari se lamhe bhar ko ghin aayi thi. Dil kiya sab kuch noch kar utaar de ya kahin bhaag jaaye.
"Tum apni bakwas band rakho. Agar walk nahi karni toh mat Karo. Bhaad mein jao." Saira usse bhi buland awaaz se behes kar rahi thi. Tamasha sa lag gaya tha. Mariya hassan ke asaar ab tak baaki the. Wo chup chap saath rakhi kursi per baith gayi thi.
"Oh really. Mein jaunga bhi nahi. Mera standard abhi itna gira nahi hai." Designers ke pass ehsan ki minnatein karne ke alawa koi chaara nahi tha. Wo chay (6) feet qad ka maalik ka wajeeh sa banda tha. Jo libaas usne zebtan karna tha wo kisi aur per jachta hi nahi. Isse pehle ke saira uska muh tod deti, kisi ki awaaz hujoom se ubhri thi.
"Tumhara standard jitna high hai wo tumhari khush kalami se pata chal raha hai. Dusron ko unke gire standard ki wajah se beizzat karne wale apne standard ki baat kar rahe hain." Koi ab hujoom mein se raasta banata us tak aa raha tha. Wo bhi us jitna hi daraaz qad tha.
