Mumbai ki ek purani gali, jahan har roz kuch naya hota hai, aaj bhi apne hi rang mein doobi hui thi. Dhoop dhire-dhire deewar par kheech rahi thi apni lakeerein, aur hawaa mein masalon ki halki si khushboo thi. Is gali mein rehta tha ek ajeeb sa sannata – lekin yeh sannata un logo ka tha jo ab baatein kam aur screens zyada dekhte the.
Sabse pehle aankhon mein chubhti hai ek mahila – gehuan rang ki saari, thoda gussa sa chehra, lekin aankhen phone par tiki hui. Shikayat thi shayad kisi app se, ya phir kisi insan se. Uska dhyaan kisi bhi chehre par nahi tha, sirf us screen par tha jisme uska apna hi sansaar basa tha. Uska naam tha Meena – ek school teacher, jo ab WhatsApp group par students ke parents se ladti thi, aur Facebook par apna dard likhti thi.
Thoda aage ek kursi par baithi thi Rani – college ki student, mobile par kisi se baat karte hue. Aankhon mein thodi bechaini thi, haathon mein thoda bharosa. Rani ka boyfriend Bangalore mein tha, aur unki har baat iss gali ke kone kone mein gunjti thi, par sirf unhi ke beech rehti thi. Uske liye yeh phone ek lifeline tha – ek connection jahan se uske sapne jeevit rehte the.
Peeche baithe kuch aur log bhi the – ek ladki jo Instagram scroll kar rahi thi, aur ek aurat jo kisi meme par hans rahi thi. Ek buzurg aadmi, jo pehle sabse zyada baatein karte the, aaj sirf chup chap baithe the – shayad is nayi duniya se thode alag, thode pare.
Yehi hai hamari nayi duniya – jahan galiyon mein log toh hote hain, par unki baatein unki ungliyon mein simat gayi hain. Har chehra jise dekho, kisi aur duniya mein kho gaya hai. Har dil apne screen ke piche chhup gaya hai.
Meena sochti thi, “Kitna asaan ho gaya hai sab kuch kehna, aur kitna mushkil ho gaya hai samajhna.” Pehle gali ke bacche “kho-kho” khelte the, ab reels banate hain. Pehle padosan roti dete hue halat poochti thi, ab status dekhti hai aur andaza lagati hai.
Rani ki maa aksar kehti thi, “Beta, zindagi phone se nahi chalti.” Par Rani ko lagta tha, “Phone nahi hota toh tumhe pata bhi nahi chalta main jeeti hoon ya nahi.” Har kisi ki apni ek kahani thi, aur har kahani ka hero tha ek smartphone.
Ek din, bijli chali gayi. Pura area andhera ho gaya. Phone signals bhi nahi aaye. Sab log apne screens se bejaan ho gaye. Gali mein sab log bahar nikal aaye – jaise purani yaadein laut aayi ho. Meena ne Rani se poocha, “Beta, tum kis college mein ho?” Rani ne pehli baar uski aankhon mein dekha. Do minute ke liye unke beech koi screen nahi thi – sirf baat thi.
Wahi ladki, jo Instagram scroll kar rahi thi, ne apna phone side mein rakha aur chhoti bachchi ke sath khelne lagi. Buzurg aadmi ne choti si kahani sunai, jo pehle woh har shaam sunate the. Sab log hans rahe the – bina kisi emoji ke, bina kisi filter ke.
Lekin phir, bijli wapas aa gayi. Signal laut aaye. Logon ne phone uthaya, notifications check kiya. Thodi der baad, sab wapas apni screens mein kho gaye – jaise woh andhera ek sapna tha.
Par Meena ko us andhere mein roshni mili thi – ek yaad, ki asli duniya yahaan hai. Usne decide kiya – roz aadha ghanta bina phone ke, sirf logo ke sath bitaayegi. Rani bhi sochne lagi – kya main apne sapno ko screen se baahar jee sakti hoon?
Yeh ek kahani nahi, ek tasveer hai hamare aaj ki – jahan hum sab ek hi jagah hote hue bhi kahin aur hote hain. Galiyan wahi hain, log bhi wahi hain, bas baatein gayab ho gayi hain.
Par shayad... agar hum chaahein, toh un baaton ko wapas laa sakte hain.
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