Ghazal se Ishq..

Shor aur aawaz me kya farq hai?? Dono ek hi tarah se to bante hain, kuch elements ke aapas me takraane se. Phir aisa kya hai ki samandar ki lahare’n, barish ki boonde’n, patto’n ki sarsarahat, chidiyo’n ki chahchahana, nature ki koi bhi aawaz, chahe kitni bhi teekhi kyu na ho, kabhi shorn hi lagti. Whi’n bheed ki fusfusahat, mashino’n ki khatkhat, sukoon me dakhal dene wali zra si banavati aawaz shor ban jaati hai. Farq hai, matlab ka farq hai, zarurat ka farq hai. Hum chahe ye matlab samjhe na samjhe, matlab hai ye zaroor samajh jaate hain.

In aawazo’n ko matlab dekar hume lafz banaye, lafzo’n ko milakar language bna li. Apne aaspas phaili khamoshi ko is tarah mitana ke uske mitne ka kuch matlab ho, yhi to aawaz ka asar hai, yhi to baato’n ka hunar hai. Sunkar bahut aasan lagta hai, par itna aasan hai nhi. Apne andar phaile khyalo’n ke shor me apni aawaz sun pana kitna bda hunar hai, ye har wo aadmi jaanta hai jo apne ahsaas ko bayaa’n krne me haar jaata hai. Khud ko samajhna to bas phla step hai, asal museebat hai apni samajh ko kisi aur ko samjhaana.

Kuch log jaadoogar hote hain, lafzo’n ke jaadoogar. Apne khyalo’n, ahsaaso’n ko is tarah bayaa’n krte hain ke sunne wale ke jazbaat jaagkar kahte hain, “haan! Aisa kuch maine bhi mahsoos kia hai, main samajhta hoon ise.” In jaadoogaro’n ke lie bhi kuch lafz bna rkhe hain, kavi, poet, shayar, aur bhi kai naam honge jo mujhe pta nhi.

In jaadoogaro’n me kuch aise bhi hote hain jinhe mushkile’n hi pasand aati hain. Apni samajh ko samjhana, apni baat kah pana jaise kam mushkil tha, us baat ko kis tarah kahna hai, uske bhi paimane bna rkhe hain. Kuch log usoolo’n me rhte hain, Kuch log ‘Ghazal’ Kahte hain.

Phla usool to ye ke ghazal likhi ya padi nhi, kahi jaati hai. Har baat, Har jazbaat, har ahsaas ko do hi misro’n(line) me khna hoga. In dono misro’n me ik rishta hoga to dono milkar sher(couplet) ban jaayenge. Phla sher ‘Matla’ kahlaayega, iske dono misre Radeef (refrain) pe khatm honge, radeef se phle kafiya (rhyme) aayega. Aage jo hi sher aayenge, unme sifr doosra misra radeef duhraayega, is tarah sher judte jaayenge aur aakhiri sher me shayar ka naam aayega, ye sher ‘Maqta’ kahlayega.

Itni mehnat to bas ghazal ki bunavat ke lie hain, abhi misro’n ki banavat bhi baaki hai, lafzo’n pe bandish lagaani hai. Har misra ek hi Bahar (Meter) me hoga. Bahar bhi Faa-ee-latoon (particular beats) ki tarz pe hoga. Ghazal ka har sher ya to Mukhtalif (Independent) hoga, khud me ek poori daastaa’n ya phir ghazal hogi Musalsal (Continuous), maujoo’n (topic) ek hi hoga, kai pahloo me bayaa’n kiya hua. Itni bandisho’n, uljhano’n, museebato’n ke baad jo khyaal byaa’n ho gya tab jaa ke ghazal mukammal hogi. Ab aap hi bataaye’n, ghazal kahna jaadoogari nhi to aur kya hai?

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Apni seedhi saadi mushkilo’n ko museebat bannae ka ye hunar Arab me shuru hua, 813AD me. Arab se chalk e Ghazal Persia aayi, jahaa’n ise lahja mila, definition mili – Bazjaan Guftgoo Kardan. Faarsi jab urdoo me tabdeel hui tab kaha gya, ‘Naznee’n ke sath guftgoo ko urdu me ghazal kahte hain.’ 13th century ke shuru hote hote ghazal India aa gai, dilli pahuchi to Ameer Khusro Sahab apne Nizaam, apne Auliya, Apni Naznee’n se guftgoo krne ko betaab ho uthe. Farsi me rozmarra ki bhasha ko mila dia, haal-e-din naznee’n ko suna dia.

Waqt badalta rha, saltanate’n badalti rhi, shayar bante bujhte rhe. Wali Dakni, Sauda, Dard, Meer se hote hue Ghazal ne Ghalib ka girebaa’n thama. Zauk, Momin, Dagh, Hali se Faiz, Akhtar, Aazmi, Faraaz sabne ghazal ko zuba’n bnaya. Baat nikli to door talak chali aai, Dilli- aagra k Killo se nikalkar, Bharat ke gaon tak.

Uttar Pradesh me ek aisa hi gaon hai, Navada. Wha ek desi ladka rhta tha, naam tha Dushyant Kumar Tyagi. Saaye me Dhoop Dhundhte use kahi Ghazal mil gyi. Mili bhi yu ke use ishq ho gya Ghazal se. Ye jo ishq hota hai na, sab ke taur tareeke badal deta hai, bato’n ko badle na badle, unka saleeka badal deta hai. Dushyant ko apne is badle hue saleeke pe hairani hui, tab usne apni naznee’n se, apni ghazal se kaha,

Yha’n kaun dekhta hai, yha’n kaun sochta hai
ki ye baat kya hui hai jo main sher kah rha hoon

Is ishq ne apni jade’n to jma li, par jaisa ki har love story me hota hai, isme bhi twist hai. Ghazal thahari urdu zubaa’n ki beti, Dushyant the hindi ki aulad. Dono ka is tarah milna kisi ko pasand nhi aaya. Ek upchaar tha, Dushyant apni jado’n ko ukhaadkar urdu ki zameen le lga dete. Par gaon ke chauraho’n pe khela-bda ladka, apne ishq ka izhaar urdu me kaise karta?

Ye deeya chauraste ka ot me le lo
aaj aandhi gaon se hokar guzarti hai

Sabne use samjhaya, ye tarz-e-guftgoo shi nhi hai par dushyant ko to ishq hua tha, ishq suntan kaha hai.

Ve mutmaeen hain ki patthar pighal nhi sakta
Main beqaraar hoon aawaz me asar ke lie

Jab khud Ghazal ne use samjhane ki koshish ki, to Dushyant ka bayaan tha

Tera nizaam hai sil de zubaan shayar ki
ye ehtiyaat zaroori hai bahar ke lie

Isi sili hui zubaan se usne bahar me baate’n shuru ki, misre bnane lag gya, sher sunaane lag gya. Apni naaznee’n apni ghazal ko haal-e-dil sunaya, Naznee’n ko bhi ye nayapan pasand aaya. Dushyant ne ghazal ko apna gaon, apna ghar, apne khet-khaliyaan, nadi-nahar, reeti riwaaz sab dikhaaye, Ghazal ka aashiq, shayar khahlane ke sapne sajaaye. Maghar wo jaanta tha sapne aksar hakiqat hone se phle hi murjha jaate hain.

Yha masoom sapne jee nhi paate
inhe kumkum lagakar fenk do

Is masoomiyat par, apne aashiq par ghazal bhi fida hui. Chehre se hijaab htaya, dushyat hindi ka jhola taange urdu ki taraf rwana huye. Is naye safar me ekdum tanha.

Humne tamaam umr akele safar kiya
hum pe kisi khuda ki inaayat nhi rhi

Jab wo Ghazal ke ghar pahucha, Urdu k bade buzurgo’n ko ye rishta manzoor n hua, unhone Dushyant ko apnaane se inkaar kar diya. Bahut koshish ki, darwaaze pe sar patka, pr wo dar khula nhi. Ghazal ne khidki pe aakr aawaz lagai, ye kya pagalpan hai, ye kya kar rhe ho? Dushyant ne sher kaha

ye darvaaza kholo to khulta nhi hai
ise todne ka jatan kar rha hoon

Is paagalpan se kaun na haar jata, ghazal bhi haar gyi. Darvaaza pe aai, dar khul gya. Apni behisaab khushi ko jabt karke uske aasmaa’n wale se kaha
kaise aakash me suraakh ho nhi skta
ek patthar to tabeeyat se uchhalo yaaro

Dushyant ki khatir urdu apne sinhasan se utri, hindi ne bhi rajgaddi chhodi, dono hath tham, dhool mitti udaate khaliyaano’n me sair krne lage. Dushyant ki zuba ghazal ke rang me dhal gyi. Use aawaz mil gyi aur hindustaan ko hindi ka phla shayar.

Ye aawaz aage itni buland hui ke usne hindostaan ke chehre se jhoothe naqaab hataane ki himmat ki, sachchi tasveer dikhaane ki himmat ki, hukoomat se takraane ki himmat ki. Dushyant ne ghazal me, ghazal se, ghazal ko bayaa’n ki, Dushyant ne Ghazal ko hindostaa’n kiya. Apne bayaa’n ko saltanat ke naam kar diya.

Mujhme rhte hain karodo’n log chup kaise rhoo’n
har ghazal ab saltanat ke naam ek bayaa’n hai

Khaas sadke band hain tab se marammat ke liye
ye hmaare waqt ki sabse shi pahchaan hai

Kal numaish me mila wo cheethde pahne huye
maine poocha naam to bola ki hindustaan hai

-Naveen Chourey

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