Mumbai ki local trainon me aksar hi koi na koi waqiya hota rehta hai. Aam tor par log hans-mzaak karke ya baaton ko ignore karke guzarte hain, lekin aaj kuch alag hua.
Hua yun ke main Dadar se chadha to saamne ek Muslim family poori shaan-o-shaukat ke saath aakar baith gayi. Miyan biwi aur paanch–chhe chhote chhote bachche. Dabba hi unka ghar lag raha tha. Dono seats par qabza tha aur bachche aise mastiyan kar rahe the jaise yeh train nahi, unka abaai gaon ho. Sab hansi khushi baithe the ke ek sahib daurte hue chadhe... paseena aise beh raha tha jaise pump laga ho. Aate hi bachchon ko dhakel kar baithne lage, halanke peeche seat khaali thi.
Shohar ne narmi se kaha:
“Bhai sahab, peeche seat hai, wahan baith jaiye.”
Sahib ne foran apna “asli card” khela... badbadaate hue bole:
“Phir paanch paanch bachche kyun paida karte ho?”
Shohar sharm se nazrein jhukaye baitha raha, magar biwi Sakina zakhmi sherni ki tarah uthhi aur seedha uske sar par chadh gayi:
“Kya kaha tune? Tera baap hamara kharch uthata hai?
Kya? Abe bhadwe, sab ka ticket liya hai maine.
Oqaat me reh ke bol!”
Sahib hakatate hue kuch bolne hi wale the ke Sakina ne doosra vaar kiya:
“Bata tere kitne bachche hain? Teri to ek me hi jaan nikal gayi hogi!”
Peeche se shohar “Sakina, Sakina…” keh kar biwi ko rokne ki naakaam koshish karta raha, magar Sakina aaj Bangalore ki “Hijab Girl” bani hui thi. Poori compartment khamosh thi, sab chehron par dabi dabi muskaan sajaye tamasha dekh rahe the. Aur woh bechara muft ka “family planning consultant” ban’ne ki saza bhugat raha tha.
Fayda: Aam taur par safar me family walon ke saath aise waqiyaat hote rehte hain. In khaas moqaon ke liye humein bhi apni biwi ko isi tarz se train karna chahiye. Aaj ke Dajjali daur me mardon ke muqable aurton ki baat zyada tawajjo se suni jaati hai, aur isme tanaza ke barhne ka andesha bhi kam hota hai.
