Dussehra Ki Kahani - Ravana Ke Das Sar Ka Raaz

Har saal, Dussehra ke din, Arnav apne Papa ke saath maidan mein jaata - jahan ek bahut bada, das sar wala putla khada hota, aatishbaazi se bhara hua।

Poora maidan "Jai Shri Ram!" ke naaro se goonjta, aur phir - dhamaake ki awaaz ke saath - putla jalne lagta। Sab log taaliyan bajate, khushi manate, bacche cheekh cheekh kar khush hote। Aasman mein aatishbaazi ke rang bikhar jaate, aur poora maidan roshni se nahaa jaata।

Lekin Arnav, 10 saal ka, hamesha ek sawaal leke ghar aata - "Papa, hum ek putle ko jalakar itni khushi kyun manate hain? Aur Ravana ke das sar kyun the? Kya woh sach mein aise dikhte the?"

Papa hamesha kehte - "Beta, yeh bahut gehri kahani hai। Tumhare Dadaji tumhe iska asli matlab samjha sakte hain, jab woh aayenge।"

Dadaji Ka Aana

Iss saal, Dussehra se do din pehle, Dadaji ghar aaye - Arnav ke Papa ke Papa, 76 saal ke, lekin unki kahaniyan sunane ki adaa aaj bhi jawaan thi।

Arnav bhaagta hua unke paas gaya। "Dadaji! Aap bilkul sahi waqt par aaye hain! Mujhe Ravana ke das sar ka raaz jaanna hai!"

Dadaji hanse, apni kursi par baithte hue। "Ah, das sar ka raaz। Chalo, main tumhe batata hoon - lekin yeh kahani jitni lagti hai, usse kahin zyada gehri hai।"

Woh Din Jab Arnav Gussa Hua

Kahani shuru hone se pehle, Dadaji ne poocha - "Beta, is hafte kuch aisa hua jisse tumhe bahut gussa aaya?"

Arnav ka chehra thoda utar gaya। Woh kuch der chup raha, jaise soch raha ho ki bataye ya nahi। Phir dheere se bola - "Haan Dadaji। Class mein ek quiz tha - main poori tayaari karke gaya tha। Lekin Kabir, jisne bilkul padhai nahi ki thi, ussne mera answer sheet dekh liya cheating karke, aur usko mujhse zyada number mile। Mujhe itna gussa aaya ki maine usse bura bhala kaha, sabke saamne।"

"Aur ab kaisa lag raha hai?"

Arnav ne sar jhukaya। "Bura। Maine chillaya tha, sab dekh rahe the। Mujhe sharam aa rahi hai।"

Dadaji ne muskura kar Arnav ka haath thaama। "Yehi toh main tumhe batane wala tha, beta। Yeh gussa jo tumhe aaya - yeh bhi ek chhota sa Ravana hai, jo tumhare andar rehta hai।"

Das Sar Ka Asli Raaz

"Suno," Dadaji ne shuru kiya, "kahaniyon mein Ravana ke das sar dikhaye jaate hain - lambi daadhi, bhayanak chehre, teekhi aankhein। Lekin buzurg log kehte hain ki yeh das sar sirf ek rakshas ke sar nahi the।"

"Toh phir kya the?" Arnav ki aankhein badi ho gayin।

"Yeh das sar das buri aadaton ka pratik the, jo har insaan ke andar chhupi hoti hain। Pehla sar - kaam, matlab galat ichhayein। Doosra - krodh, matlab gussa - jaisa tumhe Kabir par aaya।"

Dadaji ungliyon par ginate gaye - "Teesra - lobh, yaani lalach। Chautha - moh, yaani zaroorat se zyada lagaav। Paanchwa - mad, matlab ghamand। Chhata - matsar, yaani jalan - jaise doosron ki safalta dekh kar dukhi hona।"

"Aur baaki?" Arnav dhyaan se sun raha tha।

"Baaki char sar the - swartha (khudgarzi), anyay (galat kaam karna), ahankar (bahut zyada ghamand), aur nirdayta (kisi ke liye daya na hona)। Yeh das avgun - inhi ko haraana Bhagwan Ram ki asli jeet thi।"

Arnav ne dhyaan se socha, apni ungliyon par ginte hue - kaam, krodh, lobh, moh, mad, matsar, swartha, anyay, ahankar, nirdayta। "Dadaji, itne saare avgun? Kya sabke andar yeh sab hote hain?"

"Kam ya zyada, sabke andar hote hain, beta। Koi insaan poora accha ya poora bura nahi hota। Farak sirf itna hai ki kuch log in avgunon se roz ladte hain, aur kuch unhe apna maalik banne dete hain।"

Asli Yudh Kahan Hota Hai

Arnav chup baitha soch raha tha। "Toh Dadaji, jab hum putla jalate hain, hum sirf Ravana ko nahi jala rahe?"

"Bilkul sahi pakda tumne, beta।" Dadaji ki aankhon mein garv tha। "Hum symbolic roop se apne andar ke in das avgunon ko jalane ki koshish karte hain। Lekin sirf putla jalane se yeh kaam poora nahi hota - asli kaam hai roz apne andar in avgunon se ladna।"

"Jaise aaj, jab tumhe Kabir par gussa aaya - woh tumhare andar ka 'krodh' wala sar tha, jo bahar aa gaya। Asli Dussehra tab hota jab tum us gusse ko samajhdaari se sambhal paate।"

"Lekin Dadaji, Kabir ne cheating ki thi! Kya mujhe gussa nahi aana chahiye tha?"

"Gussa aana galat nahi hai, beta। Galat hai use sambhal na paana। Tum Kabir ko teacher ko bata sakte the, shaant rehkar। Chillaana aur bura bhala kehna - usse tumhara apna Ravana jeet gaya, Kabir ka cheating nahi।"

Dussehra Ka Din

Do din baad, jab poora parivaar maidan mein pahuncha, Arnav ne putle ko alag nazar se dekha - itna bada, das sar, aasman ko chhoota hua। Pehle jahan use bas ek majedaar tamasha lagta tha - dhamaake, roshni, shor - ab har sar mein use kuch aur dikhne laga, jaise woh khud apne andar jhaank raha ho।

Jab Ram ka teer laga aur putla jalne laga, Arnav ne apni aankhein band kin aur mann hi mann socha - "Mera krodh wala sar, mera jalan wala sar - aaj se main inse ladne ki koshish karunga। Roz thoda thoda।"

Ghar wapas aate waqt, Arnav ne apne Papa se poocha - "Papa, kal school mein Kabir milega। Kya main usse bina gussa kiye baat kar sakta hoon?"

Papa ne muskura kar uska sar sehlaya। "Zaroor beta। Yehi toh asli Dussehra hai।"

Agle Din

School mein, Arnav ne Kabir ke paas jaakar shaant awaaz mein kaha - "Kabir, mujhe pata hai tumne cheating ki thi। Mujhe bura laga tha, isiliye maine gussa mein bura bhala kaha - uske liye sorry। Lekin please, dobara aisa mat karna, teacher ko pata chal jaayega toh problem hogi tumhare liye bhi।"

Kabir, jo pehle se sharminda tha, ne sar jhuka kar kaha - "Sorry Arnav। Tum sahi ho। Main dobara nahi karunga।"

Doosre bacche jo paas khade the, unhone yeh poori baat dekhi - koi chillaya nahi, koi lada nahi, phir bhi baat sulajh gayi thi। Ek dost ne baad mein Arnav se kaha - "Yaar, maine socha tha tu Kabir se ladega। Tu shaant kaise reh paya?"

Arnav muskuraya, apne Dadaji ki baat yaad karte hue। "Bas ek kahani yaad aa gayi, jo Dadaji ne sunayi thi।"

Arnav ke dil mein ek naya sukoon tha - jaise usne sach mein apna ek chhota sa Ravana haraaya ho।