Friday, June 10, 2011

Being Krishna - 2


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माँ दोपहर का भोजन करने के बाद सोने चली जाती | केसर भी थोड़ी देर सोने का नाटक करता और प्रतीक्षा करता माँ के सोने का | कभी कभी तो नाटक करते करते उसे नींद आ ही जाती | पर अन्य दिन मौका मिलते ही घर से निकल आता | गांव के बच्चे अपने पशुओं कों चारा कर इस समय नदी किनारे पानी पिलाने ले आते  और स्वयं या तो नदी में पानी से खेलते, थोडा नहाते थोडा अपनी भैसों और गायों कों नहलाते, वर्ना बरगद के नीचे विविध प्रकार के खेल करते | केसर और कुछ अन्य लड़कों कों पेड़ पर चढ़ने में रोमांच आता |

रोज ही माँ कों चकमा दे कर केसर भाग निकलता | बचपन की मासूमियत भी बड़ी अनोखी होती है | अपनी आँखें मूँद लेने से समझ आता है कि कोई दूसरा भी हमें नहीं देख सकता | छल तो धूर्त प्राणी करते हैं, बच्चों कों अपने खेल और उसके प्रति निष्ठा के इलावा और किसी बात से क्या ताल्लुक? माँ कों सब पता है, फिर भी कुछ ममत्व के कारण तो कुछ सवेरे से काम करने की थकावट के कारण बरामदे में चटाई पर लेटी केसर के प्रस्थान की आहात सुनती है | मंद मंद उसके भोलेपन पर मुस्कुराती है, थोडा अपने कों भी झिडकती है कि भरी दोपहरी में घर से जाने दे रही है | 

वहीँ केसर घर से निकलते ही ऐसी सरपट दौड लगाता मानो उसके अभाव में नदी सूखी जाती हो | बरगद की शीतल छाया और नदी का ठंडा पानी उसका स्वागत करते | आम तौर पर बड़े लोग नदी में पशुओं के पानी पीने के स्थान से कुछ हट कर, तट पर कुछ ऊपर की ओर नहाने धोने का काम करते हैं | पर बच्चे इन सब प्रबंधनों कों नहीं समझते | भैंसों की पूँछ पकड़ कर नदी में नहाने उतर जाते और उसी मट मैले पानी में खेल कूद करने लगते | केसर शहर से आया है, और बहुत छोटी उम्र से ही उसे स्वच्छता के उपदेश मिल चुके हैं | पर गांव में न जाने कभी कभी क्या हो जाता है, वह भी पानी में मस्ती करने उतर जाता है | माँ कों शायद इस बात की भनक नहीं पड़ी अब तक |

नानी कहानी में बतलाती हैं कि कृष्ण ग्वाले थे, ढेर सारी गायें लेकर रोज जंगल में चराने जाते थे, और हाथ में होती केवल एक बांसुरी | बांसुरी की धुन में केवल गाय ही नहीं, अपितु गोपियाँ भी खिंची चली आती थी अपने कान्हा कों देखने हेतु और कान्हा किसी ऊंची डाली पर बैठा, अपनी ही सुध में बांसुरी बजाता | बांसुरी की कमी यहाँ के यारों की एक तकनीक ने पूरी कर दी | उन्होंने केसर कों मुँह से सीटी बजाना सिखा दिया | अब तो रह रह कर पंक्तियाँ याद आती हैं,

यह कदम्ब का पेड़ अगर माँ होता यमुना तीरे,
मैं भी उस पर बैठ कन्हैया बनता धीरे धीरे ||
(-सुभद्रा कुमारी चौहान)

बच्चों की कल्पना पर कोई लगाम नहीं होती | कच्ची मिट्टी की भांति रूप परिवर्तन करती रहती है और यत्र तत्र सर्वत्र गतिशील हो जाती है | केसर भी नानी के व्याख्यान सुन कर पुलकित हो उठता | कान्हा ने अपनी लीलाएं बहुत पैदा होते ही शुरू कर दी थी, पर नानी की कहानियों में न जाने ऐसा लगता कि कृष्ण केसर की उम्र जितने ही होते होंगे जब की यह कहानी है | अंततः केसर अपनी कल्पना में नानी के हर पात्र कों चेहरा देता जाता | अपनी स्मृती से कहीं यशोदा का किरदार अपनी माँ कों सौंप देता, कहीं गोपिओं के पात्र में कक्षा की सहेलियों कों देखता, और आप तो जानते हैं न की कृष्ण कौन बनता? 

क्रमशः ...



37 comments:

tarunima said...

haha:)
i loved reading this.. Childhood is the best time of our lives:)
i especially like that line-
"अपनी आँखें मूँद लेने से समझ आता है कि कोई दूसरा भी हमें नहीं देख सकता. "
So very true:)
I Have a younger brother and my mum used to call him kanha when he was very little, im sure he relates to this,no wonder his class girls are his gopiyan:P

Tarun Goel said...

Nice read. I liked
*Yamuna teere* , is it T of Tarun? Or T of Trump?

Prateek said...

काश कभी मैंने भी ऐसी सादगी भरी ज़िन्दगी का आनंद लिया होता | बात तो आपकी सौ टक्का सही है की "बच्चों की कल्पना पर कोई लगाम नहीं होती |" परन्तु शेहेर और गाँव के बच्चों की कल्पनाओं में बोहोत फर्क है | गाँव के बच्चों की कल्पनाएँ शेहेरी बच्चों से जादा ऊँची और तेज़ होती हैं |

maithili said...

The innocence of childhood.. The simplicity of the village.. The imaginations and boundless thoughts of Kesar.. everything was so refreshing.. I too remembered my Nani telling me Krishna stories and sometimes when she spotted me eating something suspicious she would tell me, " Open your mouth, even I can see an entire universe in there." I would believe her because that's what Krishna's mother sees when Krishna eats soil and she asks him to open his mouth :)
Innocence at it's best :)

Love
Maithili

eNiGmA said...

i loved it ! your posts in hindi always make me aware of what i'm missing, u know miss those hindi books and stories. and this post reminds me so so much of childhood days at my nani's place.... i must thankyou for bringing back those wonderful memories in my fav langugae "hindi" :)

Jyoti Mishra said...

innocence of children, intricate and selfless mother's love .... you have crafted this post with great detailing.

Loving it !!!

Neeha said...

Thanz for sharing this.
I don't know the story behind the flute.

Sunakshi said...

Loved the innocence of the story..ise padh kar ati prasanta hui :) :D

Matangi Mawley said...

flawless narration... picturesque! a journey down the nostalgic lanes...

superb!

Maria said...

I was not disappointed with the "second chapter". And Kesar's quirks and adventures were actually reminiscent of my own. We had a farm and I used to go there during summers, I played with the buffaloes too. I can't/refuse to remember if I ever swam in the mud though. haha. And this line made me really smile:

He can easily believe that while he shuts his own eyes, the world cannot see him either.

I thought I had superpowers then and my parents played along with me, just like Kesar's mother did.

ps. can't wait for the next chapter!:)

TheGirlAtFirstAvenue said...

Ahh the joys of childhood! The games that we make up in our heads and play like nothing else in the world matters! I feel like shrugging off all my responsibilities and running around like Kesar, dreaming and imagining!

Nice read! :)

Alka Gurha said...

Present childhoods are so different than what you have written...lovely read.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Tarunima
:D Glad that you liked it.

@Tarun
It's T-Tarun

@Prateek
दोनों की कल्पनाओं के बीच में अंतर कुछ ऐसा है जैसे प्राणवायु और जल में. दोनों की महत्ता समान है, दोनों की उड़ान समान है, बस दिशाएं और रंग भिन्न हैं |

@Maithili
And my Ma tells me that I can eat up the whole universe when I open my mouth to yawn. :P

@eNiGmA
My pleasure, lady.

@Jyoti
Thank You.

@Neeha
Perhaps, do you know Krishna?

@Sunakshi
aap khush to hum bhi khush. :D

@Matangi
:)

@Maria
We all have superpowers, isn't it? :)

@Chandana
Go ahead, who is stopping you?

@Alka
Are they? I never lived in ancient times.

Cloud Nine said...

Loved reading the post. Golden days of childhood..hmmmm..why do we ever grow up? Great post yaar!

suruchi said...

"A child’s innocence is mesmerizing. He can easily believe that while he shuts his own eyes, the world cannot see him either. Deception and tricking are the arts of wheeler dealers, a child knows none."

Loved these lines!
Simplicity at its best!
And when you say there is no restraint on a child's imagination..why do I see a child in you?:-)

nidhi said...

this time i didnt get the time to read your blog and when i am now..i can say wowwww...a very good read :)

Nehha N Josshi said...

Childhood is indeed the best time of our lives, something that we realise when it's gone. By the way, the hindi translation sounds so much more 'real'..did I just say I read both? ;)

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Cloud Nine
Because we need to realize what was there and now is not.

@Suruchi
The child in me? Let's see, umm yeah it does pop up every now and then. :)

@Nidhi
Thank You.

@Nehha
Hindi's the original script.
Oh and thank you my lady, for your precious time and feedback.

anushree said...

simply amazing...what a write up...i loved it in hindi..this was the first part which i was reading..and compelled me to read the ones which i had missed..
beautiful..it just reminded me of my granny..the way she use to tell stories..all so innocent, i miss all of it..
thanks for bringing down the memories..

Rek said...

There is something magical and refreshing watching a child play; the sly mischievous grin when they have been naughty and think you are blissfully unaware.....lovely post.
Today's children grow up far too early.

chirag said...

kya bat hain sach main...no words....

Sonshu said...

So i went back and read part 1 and got to this. :) How lovely. You describe things so well. Childhood is really a period of innocence. And the bed time stories that our parents tell us :P Oh well, I do miss being a child, once your done with the school phase you actually have to grow up, cant be a child anymore. Wish that phase would have lasted forever.
Wonderful piece as usual. Anything new? Your always so good!

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Anushree
Welcome here. :)
And thank you

@Rek
Don't send them school too early, they would have more fun. :)

@Chirag
:)

@Sonshu
:) Thank You.

Samadrita said...

I'm averse to reading Hindi, so read the English version. Now going to the first part. :P

Valli said...

Lovely...childhood is the best phase in our lives...
listening to grandma's stories....imagining ourselves in them....small adventures....unpolluted minds...sweet and kind words....Lovely experiences..:)

Beautiful post :)

☆ Rià ღ said...

Wow u sure r good, and hav a gr8 grip on hindi. :)

Raam Pyari said...

wow! I loved this post! made me so nostalgic...

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Samadrita
And why would that aversion be?

@Valli
Thank You.

@Ria
Actually, I'd want to refine it.

@Raam Pyari
:)

Rose said...

It's been a while since I have read something in Hindi. I envy your command over the language. :)

That said, even though I haven't exactly had such a childhood, it still feels nostalgic. It was a lovely read. :D

Richa said...

Veyr engrossing. :)

jaise uske aabhav mein nadi sookhi jaati ho.. lovely line there. takes me to my childhood. :)

Beyond Horizon said...

childhood, innocence, ignorance of mother just to make her child happy, grand ma stories, imagination..everything is so lovely.

Waiting for Being Krishna-3 :)

P.S. forgot to say in first part, again you have come up with something innovative, and adoring too :)

Lilangel said...

On a journey back to childhood..Lovely post..A for apple was more fun :) Looking forward for the next part..

Sanjana said...

Wonderful :) I mean I simply loved your post. You hv written it so b'fuly and it feels so divine :)

And those two lines which you hv mentioned of Subhadra Kumari Chauhan, I had this kavita in my hindi textbook when I was in school, and I truly love these two lines.. :)

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Rose
Don't envy, I am just a learner. And thank you.

@Richa
:)

@Poonam
Thank You Doc.

@Lilangel
A for apple would still be more fun, if that Apple is from Apple Inc.
:D

@Sanjana
I too like these lines. :)

Bikramjit said...

those were the good old days .. we cant forget them .. its those days that have made us today ..

Childhood Blissss I cud do anything ot have them backkkkk ...


Bikram's

Someone is Special said...

a child's innoncence is mesmerizing.. aww.. Golden days..

Someone is Special

Ronnie Sonkhla said...

Loved reading the post. Golden days of childhood..hmmmm..why do we ever grow up? Great post yaar!

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