Pahaad Ka Hero - Brave Boy Story in Hindi

Pahadon ke beech ek chhota sa gaon tha - Devpur. Itna chhota ki Google Maps mein bhi mushkil se dikhta tha. 200 ghar. Ek school. Ek mandir. Ek nadi - Mandakini - jo gaon ke beech se guzarti thi.

Mandakini shaant nadi thi - jaise ek budhi naani jo dheere-dheere chalti hai. Bachche usmein khelti the, aurataein kapde dhoti thin, kisan paani lete the kheti ke liye. Mandakini gaon ki jaan thi.

Is gaon mein ek ladka rehta tha - Veer. 11 saal ka. Naam bada tha - Veer - lekin dikhne mein bilkul normal bachcha tha. Patla, saanwla rang, baal ulajhe hue, aur school ki purani uniform jo thodi chhoti ho gayi thi.

Lekin Veer mein ek baat khaas thi jo kisi aur bachche mein nahi thi - Veer nature ki boli samajhta tha.

Usse chidion ki boli samajh aati thi - "Yeh bulbul khush hai" ya "yeh kauwa warning de raha hai." Woh mausam ka andaaza lagata tha - "Aaj shaam baarish hogi" - aur hota tha. Nadi ke paani ko dekh kar bata deta tha - "Aaj paani zyada hai, upar baarish hui hai."

Yeh sab usne Dadaji se seekha tha - Dadaji jo ab nahi the lekin unki seekh Veer ke khoon mein thi. Dadaji kehte the - "Beta, prakriti sabse bada teacher hai. Jo isse padh le, woh kabhi mushkil mein nahi aata."

Lekin gaon ke log? Gaon ke log Veer ko "pagla chhora" kehte the. "Chidion se baatein karta hai!" "Paani ko dekhke mausam batata hai - NASA hai kya?" "Chhora hai, kya jaane!"

Veer ko bura lagta tha - lekin woh chup rehta tha. Kyunki Dadaji ne yeh bhi sikhaya tha - "Beta, sach bolne waale ko sab pagal kehte hain. Jab tak sach saamne nahi aata."

Woh Subah

July ka pehla hafte. Barsat ka mausam. Lekin aaj aasmaan saaf tha - neela, chamakta hua. Badal nahi the. Hawa halki thi. Mausam bilkul normal lag raha tha.

Lekin Veer ko kuch ajeeb laga.

Subah 7 baje woh jungle ki taraf gaya - jaise roz jaata tha. Jungle mein pehli baat notice ki - awaazein kam thin. Normally jungle mein 100 tarah ki chidion ki awaaz hoti hai - subah ke waqt toh concert jaisa hota hai. Lekin aaj - khamoshi. Jaise kisi ne mute kar diya ho.

Phir usne dekha - saare pakshi ek hi direction mein ud rahe the. South-east se north-west. Jaldi-jaldi. Groups mein. Bade pakshi bhi, chhote bhi. Jaise koi emergency evacuation ho raha ho.

"Yeh toh..." Veer ka dil dhak se hua.

Dadaji ne bataya tha - "Beta, jab pakshi ek saath ek direction mein udein - jaldi-jaldi - toh samajh ja ki prakriti kuch kehna chahti hai. Kuch bura aane wala hai."

Veer bhaagta hua nadi ki taraf gaya. Nadi dekhi - aur ruk gaya.

Paani ka rang badal gaya tha.

Normally Mandakini ka paani saaf hota tha - halka neela-green. Aaj - brown. Mitti jaisa. Gadla. Aur paani ka level bhi - normally nadi gaon se 4 feet neeche behti thi. Aaj sirf 2 feet neeche thi. Aadha gap kam ho gaya tha.

Veer ka dil tez dhakne laga. Yeh dono nishaniyan Dadaji ne sikhaayi thin:

Ek - Pakshi bhaagein = kuch aane wala hai.

Do - Nadi ka paani brown + level high = upar pahadon mein bahut zyada baarish ho rahi hai.

Matlab - baadh aane wali hai.

Lekin aasmaan saaf tha! Gaon mein baarish nahi ho rahi thi! Log kaise maanenge?

Veer bhaagta hua gaon aaya.

Koi Nahi Suna

"Sarpanch ji! Sarpanch ji!" Veer Sarpanch ke ghar pahuncha - saans phool rahi thi.

Sarpanch - Hardayal Singh - apni kursi par baithe chai pee rahe the. Bade moustache, badi tond, bada ego. "Haan chhore, kya hai?"

"Sarpanch ji, baadh aane wali hai! Sabko upar jaana hoga! Nadi ka paani brown hai, level badh raha hai, pakshi bhaag rahe hain - yeh sab nishaniyan hain!"

Sarpanch ne chai ka ghoonnt liya. Aasmaan dekha - saaf, neela. Phir Veer ko dekha.

"Chhore, aasmaan dekh. Ek badal nahi hai. Baadh kahaan se aayegi?"

"Lekin nadi ka paani-"

"Nadi mein roz paani aata-jaata hai. Tu chhota hai - tujhe nahi pata. Main 60 saal se yahan rehta hun. Mujhe mat sikha."

"Lekin Sarpanch ji, Dadaji ne-"

"Tere Dadaji bhi pagal the - chidion se baatein karte the. Ab tu bhi wahi kar raha hai. Jaake padhai kar. Humein mat sikha."

Veer Master ji ke paas gaya - school teacher. "Master ji, baadh-"

"Veer beta, mausam vibhaag ne koi warning nahi di hai. TV par bhi kuch nahi aaya. Tum apne pakshiyon ki theory par mat jaao."

Chachi ke paas gaya. Tau ji ke paas gaya. Pandit ji ke paas gaya. Kisi ne nahi suna.

Sab ne ek hi baat kahi - "Aasmaan saaf hai. Baadh nahi aayegi. Tu chhota hai, tujhe nahi pata."

Veer gaon ke beech mein khada tha - akela. 200 logon ka gaon - aur ek bhi insaan uski baat nahi sun raha tha. Usse sach pata tha - lekin sach sunne wala koi nahi tha.

Veer Ka Faisla

Veer rona chahta tha. Sach mein. 11 saal ka ladka tha - jise sab pagal keh rahe the - aur woh jaanta tha ki kuch ghanton mein yeh poora gaon paani mein doob sakta hai.

Lekin rona ek option nahi tha. Kyunki rone mein waqt jaata hai - aur waqt nahi tha.

Veer ne ek faisla kiya - woh faisla jo usse "Pahaad Ka Hero" bana dega:

"Agar bade nahi sunenge - toh main bacchon ko bataunga."

Veer school gaya. Apne saare doston ko bulaya - Rahul, Priya, Gopal, Meena, Sonu - sab. 15-20 bachche.

"Yaar, suno. Mujhe pata hai tum log mujhe pagla chhora samajhte ho. Lekin aaj main sach bol raha hun - baadh aane wali hai. Nadi ka paani brown hai. Level badh raha hai. Pakshi bhaag gaye hain. Mere Dadaji ne mujhe yeh sab sikhaya tha - aur Dadaji kabhi galat nahi the."

"Ghar jaao. Apne Mummy-Papa se kaho - saamaan pack karo aur pahaad ki upar wali jagah chalo. Roo do, chillao do, jiddi ban jaao - lekin unhe manao."

Bachche ghar gaye. Aur woh kiya jo bachche sabse accha karte hain - zid ki.

"Mummy, hume upar jaana hai!"

"Kyun?"

"Veer bola baadh aayegi!"

"Woh pagla chhora? Uski mat sun."

"MUMMY PLEASE! Mujhe dar lag raha hai!"

Bachche roye. Chillaye. Pair patke. Aur Mummy-Papa - jaise hamesha hota hai - bacchon ke aage haar gaye.

"Chalo theek hai. Ek-do ghante ke liye upar chal ke dekh lete hain. Kuch nahi hoga toh wapas aa jayenge."

Ek ghar se shuru hua. Phir doosra. Phir teesra. Dheere-dheere 20-25 ghar ke log saamaan pack karke pahaad ki upar wali sadak par chalne lage.

Tab Veer ne ek aur kaam kiya - gaon ke mandir ka ghanta bajaya.

TANN TANN TANN! TANN TANN TANN!

Itna zor se ki poora gaon sun le. Log bahar aaye - "Kya hua? Kaun bajaa raha hai?"

Veer chillaya - poore zor se - "BAADH AA RAHI HAI! SAB UPAR CHALO! ABHI!"

Kuch log hanse. Kuch ne ignore kiya. Lekin kuch - jinhe nadi ka paani dikha tha - unhe shak hua. "Sach mein toh... paani badha hai thoda..."

Aur unhone bhi saamaan pack karna shuru kar diya.

Baadh!

Dopahar 2 baje - jab gaon ka aadhaa hissa upar pahad par pahunch gaya tha - tab hua.

Pehle ek awaaz aayi. Door se. Gahri. Jaise koi bahut bada jaanwar daudta aa raha ho. Gurrrrrr....

Phir nadi ka paani - jo subah se badh raha tha - achanak 10 guna badh gaya. Woh shaant Mandakini - woh budhi naani jaisi nadi - ek raudra roop mein aa gayi.

Paani neeche wale gharon mein ghus gaya. Pehle aangan mein. Phir kamron mein. Phir chhaton tak. Neeche wale 50-60 gharon mein paani tha - 5-6 feet.

Jo log upar chale gaye the - woh safe the.

Jo neeche reh gaye the - unme se zyaadatar ne waqt par bhaagna shuru kar diya tha jab paani aaya. Kuch logon ko doosron ne khinch ke upar pahunchaya. Ek budhi aunty ko 4 ladkon ne uthake le gaye.

Ek bhi jaan nahi gayi.

Sarpanch Hardayal Singh - jo subah chai peete hue Veer ko "chhora hai, kya jaane" bol rahe the - woh bhi bhaage the. Unki kursi paani mein beh gayi. Unka ego bhi.

Shaam ko jab paani thoda kam hua - Sarpanch Veer ke paas aaye. Aankhon mein aansoo the - woh aansoo jo tab aate hain jab insaan ko pata chale ki woh kitna galat tha.

"Beta... tu sahi tha. Hum sab galat the. Agar tune ghanta nahi bajaya hota... agar un bacchon ne ghar mein rona-dhona nahi kiya hota... toh aaj-"

Ruk gaye. Bol nahi paaye. Kyunki jo "toh aaj" ke baad aata - woh sochna bhi darawna tha.

Veer ne kaha - shaant, simple - "Sarpanch ji, mujhe koi hero nahi banna tha. Main toh bas woh karna chahta tha jo sahi tha. Aur Dadaji ne sikhaya tha - sahi kaam karo, chahe koi maane ya na maane."

Hero Nahi - Seekhne Wala

Us din ke baad gaon mein 2 cheezein badlin:

Ek - Veer ko koi pagla chhora nahi kehta tha. Ab log usse poochte the - "Veer beta, aaj mausam kaisa rahega?" "Veer, nadi mein paani zyada hai kya?" Woh 11 saal ka bachcha gaon ka unofficial weather department ban gaya.

Do - Veer ne gaon ke bacchon ko sikhana shuru kiya. Wahi cheezein jo Dadaji ne usse sikhayi thin - pakshiyon ke signals, paani ka rang, hawa ki direction, mitti ki mehak. Har Sunday ek "Nature Class" lagti thi - mandir ke neeche - jismein Veer sikhata tha aur bachche seekhte the.

Sarpanch ne ek baar poocha - "Veer, tu toh school mein bachcha hai. Tu teacher kaise ban gaya?"

Veer ne kaha - "Sarpanch ji, teacher banne ke liye bada hona zaroori nahi. Sahi baat kehne ke liye bada hona zaroori nahi. Bas sach pata hona chahiye - aur usse kehne ki himmat."

Sarpanch kuch nahi bole. Kyunki woh sach tha - aur sach ke saamne umar chhoti pad jaati hai.