Akbar Birbal - Hare Ghode Ki Kahani

Saawan ka mahina tha। Agra par kaale baadal chhaaye hue the, aur teen din ki lagaatar baarish ke baad aaj subah pehli baar dhoop nikli thi।

Badshah Akbar ka mann khush tha। Unhone kaha, "Aaj hum shaahi baag mein ghoomne jaayenge। Birbal, tum bhi hamare saath chalo।"

Shaahi baag mein qadam rakhte hi Akbar ki aankhein chamak uthin। Har taraf hariyali hi hariyali thi। Ghaas itni hari thi jaise kisi ne zameen par makhmali chaadar bichha di ho। Aam ke pedon ke patte baarish se dhul kar chamak rahe the। Kele ke bade bade patte hawa mein dheere se hil rahe the, aur talaab ke kinaare kamal ke hare patte paani par tair rahe the।

Akbar apne safed ghode par sawaar the, aur Birbal unke saath saath paidal chal rahe the। Kuch der tak Badshah chup chaap is khoobsurti ko dekhte rahe। Phir achanak unhone apne ghode ki lagaam kheenchi aur ruk gaye।

"Birbal," unhone kaha, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak ke saath, "yeh hariyali dekho। Kitni sundar hai। Hamein lagta hai, iss hare baag mein, yeh safed ghoda thoda alag dikhta hai।"

Birbal ne muskura kar sar jhukaya। "Jahanpanah, safed ghoda toh har jagah sundar lagta hai।"

"Nahi nahi," Akbar ne sar hilaaya। "Socho, agar hamara ghoda bhi bilkul hara hota, isi ghaas jaisa, isi pattiyon jaisa, toh hum iss baag mein ghoomte hue kitne shaandaar lagte! Jaise hum khud iss hariyali ka hissa hon।"

Birbal samajh gaye ki Badshah ke mann mein ek nayi khwahish jaag chuki hai। Aur jab Akbar ke mann mein koi khwahish jaagti thi, toh woh aasaani se shaant nahi hoti thi।

Badshah Ka Farmaan

Agle din darbar laga। Saare darbari apni apni jagah par baithe the। Akbar ne takht par baithte hi elaan kiya:

"Suno sab! Hamein ek hara ghoda chahiye। Bilkul hara, ghaas ki tarah। Jo bhi saat din ke andar hamare liye hara ghoda laayega, use hum sau sone ki ashrafiyan inaam mein denge!"

Darbar mein sannata chha gaya। Darbari ek doosre ka munh dekhne lage। Kisi ne aaj tak hara ghoda dekha tha? Safed, kaala, bhoora, chitkabra, haan। Lekin hara?

Mirza Nooruddin, jo hamesha Birbal se jalte the, sabse pehle khade hue। "Jahanpanah, aapka hukum sar aankhon par। Main zaroor koi raasta nikaalunga।"

Seth Raghunath bhi peeche nahi rahe। "Huzoor, mere vyapari doston ka jaal door door tak faila hai। Arab se lekar Kabul tak। Kahin na kahin toh hara ghoda milega hi।"

Akbar ne Birbal ki taraf dekha। "Aur tum, Birbal? Tum kuch nahi kahoge?"

Birbal ne shaanti se kaha, "Jahanpanah, pehle doosron ko mauka milna chahiye। Agar saat din mein koi hara ghoda le aaya, toh main khud usse milne jaaunga।"

Mirza Nooruddin ne mann hi mann socha, "Is baar toh Birbal haar maan chuka hai। Ab dekhna, inaam bhi mera aur Badshah ki taareef bhi meri!"

Darbariyon Ki Daud Dhoop

Agle teen din tak poore Agra mein ek hi charcha thi: hara ghoda।

Seth Raghunath ne door door tak sandesh bheje। Ghudsawaar Rajasthan ki taraf daude, kuch Punjab ki taraf, kuch Bengal ki taraf। Har ghode ke mele mein, har ghode ke vyapari ke paas ek hi sawaal poocha gaya: "Bhai, hara ghoda hai kya?"

Jawaab mein log hans dete। Ek boodhe ghode wale ne toh Seth ke aadmi se kaha, "Bhaiya, hara ghoda dhoondhne se pehle neela haathi aur gulaabi oont bhi dhoondh lo। Teeno ek saath Badshah ko de dena!"

Udhar Mirza Nooruddin ne ek alag hi tarkeeb sochi। Unhone socha, "Agar hara ghoda milta nahi, toh bana lete hain!"

Unhone bazaar se sabse accha safed ghoda khareeda। Phir shahar ke sabse acche rangrez ko bulaaya, jo kapde rangne mein mashhoor tha। "Iss ghode ko itna hara rang do," Mirza ne kaha, "ki dekhne wala dhokha kha jaaye।"

Rangrez hairaan tha। "Huzoor, maine aaj tak kapde range hain, ghode nahi। Aur ghoda bechaara..."

"Zyaada sawaal mat karo," Mirza ne daanta। "Mehnatana dugna milega।"

Bechaare rangrez ne do din tak mehnat ki। Mehndi, patton ka ras, aur na jaane kya kya milaakar usne ghode ko hara kar diya। Ghoda bhi bechaara pareshan tha, baar baar apni gardan hila kar chheenkta। Lekin aakhir mein, door se dekhne par, ghoda sach mein hara dikhne laga।

Mirza Nooruddin khushi se uchhal pade। "Kal subah darbar mein yeh ghoda pesh hoga, aur Birbal ka munh dekhne laayak hoga!"

Barsaat Ne Khol Di Pol

Paanchve din, Mirza Nooruddin bade shaan se apna "hara ghoda" lekar darbar ki taraf chale। Poora shahar dekhne nikal aaya। Bacche peeche peeche daud rahe the, chillaate hue, "Hara ghoda! Hara ghoda!"

Akbar ko khabar mili toh woh bhi utsukta se darbar ke aangan mein aa gaye। Birbal unke peeche shaanti se khade the, halki si muskaan ke saath।

"Jahanpanah," Mirza ne jhuk kar kaha, "dekhiye, maine woh kar dikhaya jo koi nahi kar saka। Yeh raha aapka hara ghoda!"

Akbar ne dhyaan se ghode ko dekha। Ghoda hara toh tha, lekin kuch ajeeb sa। Kahin gehra hara, kahin halka, aur gardan ke paas thoda peela peela।

Akbar kuch keh paate, usse pehle hi aasmaan mein baadal garje। Dhadaam! Aur moosladhaar baarish shuru ho gayi!

Sab log chhaanv ki taraf bhaage, lekin ghoda wahin aangan mein khada raha। Aur phir sabne dekha, ghode ke sharir se hara paani beh raha tha! Dheere dheere, rang dhulta gaya। Pehle pair safed hue, phir pet, phir peeth, aur aakhir mein ghode ka poora sharir phir se waisa hi safed ho gaya jaisa pehle tha। Bas aangan ki zameen hari ho gayi thi!

Ghoda, jo do din se pareshan tha, khush hokar hinhinaaya aur zor se apna sharir jhatka। Hare paani ki boondein seedhi Mirza Nooruddin ke safed kurte par giri!

Poora darbar thahaakon se goonj utha। Akbar khud hanste hanste apna pet pakad kar baith gaye। Mirza Nooruddin ka chehra sharm se laal ho gaya, aur unka kurta... hara!

Akbar ne hanste hue kaha, "Mirza, ghoda toh hara nahi hua, lekin tum zaroor hare ho gaye!"

Phir Badshah thode gambhir hue। "Lekin yaad rakhna Mirza, Badshah ko dhokha dena accha nahi। Aur ek bezubaan jaanwar ko itni takleef dena toh bilkul accha nahi।"

Mirza ne sar jhuka liya। "Maafi Jahanpanah। Mujhse galti ho gayi।"

Birbal Ki Baari

Chhatha din bhi beet gaya। Seth Raghunath ke saare aadmi khaali haath laut aaye। Kisi ko kahin bhi hara ghoda nahi mila।

Saatve din, Akbar ne darbar mein thodi naraazgi se kaha, "Kya hamari saltanat mein ek bhi aisa insaan nahi jo hamari ek chhoti si khwahish poori kar sake?"

Tab Birbal khade hue। "Jahanpanah, agar ijaazat ho toh main koshish karoon? Lekin mujhe ek hafte ka samay chahiye।"

Akbar ki aankhon mein umeed jagi। "Birbal! Hamein pata tha tum hi kuch karoge। Ek hafta nahi, jitna chaho utna samay lo!"

Mirza Nooruddin ne dheere se Seth Raghunath ke kaan mein kaha, "Ab dekhna, Birbal bhi koi tarkeeb lagayega aur pakda jaayega। Hamari tarah uska bhi mazaak udega।"

Birbal ne sab suna, lekin sirf muskura diye।

Birbal Ka Ajeeb Hafta

Agle saat din, Birbal ka koi ata pata nahi tha। Woh darbar mein bhi nahi aaye।

Shahar mein afwaahein udne lagin। "Birbal toh Iran gaye hain hara ghoda dhoondhne," kisi ne kaha। "Nahi, woh toh jungle mein kisi jaadugar ke paas gaye hain," doosre ne kaha। Kuch log toh yeh bhi keh rahe the ki Birbal darr ke maare chhup gaye hain।

Sach yeh tha ki Birbal apne ghar par hi the। Woh roz subah apne baag mein tehelte, apni beti ko kahaniyan sunaate, aur shaam ko Yamuna kinaare baith kar dhalta suraj dekhte।

Unki patni ne ek din poocha, "Aap toh hara ghoda dhoondhne nikle the। Phir ghar par aaram kyun kar rahe hain?"

Birbal hanse। "Bhagyawaan, jo cheez duniya mein hai hi nahi, use dhoondhne mein samay barbaad kyun karoon? Mujhe ghoda nahi dhoondhna, mujhe toh Badshah ko yeh samjhaana hai ki unki khwahish kitni anokhi hai। Aur woh bhi aise ki unhe bura na lage।"

"Toh aap kya karenge?"

"Bas dekhti jaao," Birbal ne aankh maari।

Us raat Birbal ki chhoti beti ne bhi poocha, "Baba, kya sach mein hara ghoda hota hai?"

Birbal ne use god mein bitha kar kaha, "Beti, tum batao। Kya tumne kabhi neela aam dekha hai? Ya laal tota jo gaana gaata ho?"

Beti khilkhila kar hans padi। "Nahi Baba! Aam toh peela hota hai aur tota hara!"

"Bilkul," Birbal ne kaha। "Kudrat ne har cheez ko uska apna rang diya hai। Ghode ko bhi। Jo cheez kudrat ne nahi banayi, use hum zid se nahi bana sakte। Bas yahi baat mujhe Badshah ko samjhaani hai, lekin aise ki woh hans bhi dein aur samajh bhi jaayein।"

Beti ne neend mein aankhein moondte hue kaha, "Toh aap unhe hansaana Baba। Badshah hanste hue acche lagte hain।" Birbal muskura diye। Unki beti ne anjaane mein unki poori yojana bata di thi।

Birbal Ki Khabar

Aathve din, Birbal darbar mein haazir hue, chehre par badi si muskaan ke saath।

Akbar khushi se khade ho gaye। "Birbal! Bolo, kya hara ghoda mila?"

Poora darbar saans roke dekh raha tha। Mirza Nooruddin aur Seth Raghunath aage jhuk kar baithe the, Birbal ki haar dekhne ke intezaar mein।

Birbal ne jhuk kar salaam kiya। "Jahanpanah, badi mushkil se, lekin aakhir mil gaya! Ek aadmi ke paas bilkul waisa hi hara ghoda hai jaisa aap chahte hain। Ghaas jaisa hara, pattiyon jaisa chamakdaar।"

Darbar mein shor mach gaya। Mirza Nooruddin ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin। Akbar ne utsaah se poocha, "Kahan hai? Abhi le aao!"

"Jahanpanah," Birbal ne haath jod kar kaha, "ghoda toh mil gaya, lekin uska maalik bahut ajeeb aadmi hai। Woh ghoda dene ke liye taiyaar hai, lekin uski do shartein hain।"

"Shartein? Kaisi shartein? Hum kuch bhi denge!"

Do Anokhi Shartein

Birbal ne ek ungli uthaayi। "Pehli shart: ghoda lene Jahanpanah khud jaayenge। Woh ghoda kisi naukar ya darbari ko nahi dega।"

Akbar ne hans kar kaha, "Yeh toh koi baat hi nahi! Hum khushi khushi jaayenge। Doosri shart batao।"

Birbal ne doosri ungli uthaayi, aur unki aankhon mein shararat chamki।

"Doosri shart: Jahanpanah ghoda lene hafte ke saat dinon mein se kisi bhi din nahi aa sakte। Na Somvaar, na Mangalvaar, na Budhvaar, na Guruvaar, na Shukravaar, na Shanivaar, aur na hi Ravivaar। In saat dinon ke alaava kisi bhi din aaiye, ghoda aapka!"

Darbar mein ek pal ke liye bilkul sannata chha gaya।

Akbar ne ungliyon par gina। Somvaar, Mangalvaar, Budhvaar... saat din। Phir unhone Birbal ki taraf dekha। Birbal masoomiyat se muskura rahe the।

Aur phir Akbar ke honthon par muskaan aayi, jo dheere dheere ek zor ke thahaake mein badal gayi। "Hahaha! Birbal! Hafte mein saat ke alaava koi aathva din hota hi nahi!"

"Bilkul Jahanpanah," Birbal ne sar jhukaya। "Aur duniya mein hara ghoda bhi nahi hota। Jis din aathva din aayega, us din hara ghoda bhi mil jaayega।"

Poora darbar hansi se goonj utha। Seth Raghunath bhi hanse bina na reh sake। Aur Mirza Nooruddin, jinka kurta ab bhi thoda hara tha, ne bhi dheere se muskura diya।

Badshah Ki Seekh

Jab hansi thami, Akbar thodi der chup rahe। Phir unhone gambhir awaaz mein kaha:

"Birbal, tumne aaj hamein ek badi baat samjhaayi hai। Hum Badshah hain, aur log hamari har baat maanne ki koshish karte hain। Lekin isi wajah se, kabhi kabhi hum aisi cheez maang lete hain jo ho hi nahi sakti। Aur log darr ke maare, ya inaam ke laalach mein, sach bolne ke bajaaye dhokha dene lagte hain, jaise Mirza ne ghode ko rang kar kiya।"

Mirza Nooruddin ne sharminda hokar sar jhuka liya।

"Tum chaahte," Akbar ne Birbal se kaha, "toh seedha keh sakte the ki Jahanpanah, aapki khwahish bewakoofi hai। Lekin tumne aisa nahi kiya। Tumne hamein hansaaya, aur hansi hansi mein hamein hamari galti dikha di। Yahi asli buddhimani hai।"

Birbal ne jhuk kar kaha, "Jahanpanah, aapki galti nahi thi। Hariyali itni sundar thi ki koi bhi aisa sapna dekh leta। Bas har sapne ko zid nahi banana chahiye।"

Akbar ne apne gale se moti ki maala utaari aur Birbal ko de di। "Yeh lo, woh sau ashrafiyan bhi tumhari। Tumne hamein hara ghoda toh nahi diya, lekin usse bhi keemti cheez di, sach dekhne ki nazar।"

Aur Mirza Nooruddin ki taraf mud kar, Akbar ne muskura kar kaha, "Aur Mirza, us bechaare ghode ko achhi ghaas aur aaram dena। Woh hamari zid ki wajah se do din pareshan raha।"

Aur Phir...

Kehte hain us din ke baad, jab bhi Akbar ke mann mein koi anokhi khwahish jaagti, woh pehle khud se poochte, "Kahin yeh bhi hara ghoda toh nahi?" Aur agar jawaab haan hota, toh woh khud hi hans dete।

Aur Agra ke bacchon mein ek naya muhaavra chal pada। Jab koi dost koi namumkin cheez maangta, toh doosra hans kar kehta, "Haan haan, la dunga, aathve din!"

Agle saawan mein, jab Akbar phir se shaahi baag mein ghoomne nikle, toh unhone apne safed ghode ki gardan thapthapaayi aur Birbal se kaha, "Jaante ho Birbal, iss hariyali mein yeh safed ghoda hi sabse sundar lagta hai। Jo jaisa hai, waisa hi sabse accha hai।"

Birbal ne muskura kar kaha, "Jahanpanah, yahi toh hare ghode ki asli seekh thi।"