#rohitsaah

"Rohit"Rohit Saah: Ek Mashaal Ki Tarah"

Ranchi ka ek behtareen insaan, Rohit Saah, jo sirf naam se nahi, apne kaam se logon ke dilon me jagah bana chuka tha. Ek social worker jo garibon ka khayal rakhta, bhookon ko khana khilata, aur har zarooratmand ki madad karta. Uska dil khula tha, jaise ek samundar—jisme sirf daya, prem aur samaj seva thi.

Rohit har kisi ki takleef ko apni takleef samajhta tha. Agar kisi ke paas ilaj ke paise nahi hote, toh wo bina soche-samjhe apni jeb se madad karta. Agar kisi gareeb maa ka beta bhookha hota, toh wo usse khud apne haathon se khana khilata. Uske liye sabhi ek samaan the—na koi chhota, na koi bada. Bas insaniyat ka ek rishta tha jo usne sabse jod rakha tha.

Lekin zindagi har kisi ke liye aasaan nahi hoti. Bohot samay se Rohit apni khud ki ladaiyon se thak chuka tha. Wahi Rohit jo doosron ke chehre pe muskurahat lata tha, aaj khud hi apni zindagi se haar raha tha. Uske andar ek aisi uljhan thi jo usse andar hi andar tod rahi thi. Logon ki madad karne wala khud hi tanha mehsoos karne laga tha.

Ek jagah thi jaha usse sukoon milta tha—Varanasi. Ganga ke ghaaton pe baithna, shaant paani ko dekhna, aur sadhu-santon ke beech baith kar Mahadev ka naam lena—yehi ek cheez thi jo uske dil ko halka karti thi. Har mahine wo ek baar Varanasi jarur jata. Usse lagta ki Varanasi ke hawa me ek aisi shakti hai jo uske andar ki pareshaani ko kheench leti hai. Har baar jab bhi zindagi ki thakan mehsoos hoti, wo bina soche-samjhe Varanasi chala jata.

Ek din wo Varanasi ke Dashashwamedh Ghat pe akele baitha tha. Samne Ganga ki lehron ka behta paani tha, aur aasman me sooraj dhal raha tha. Uski aankhon me aansu the, "Maine itni madad ki, par aaj mujhe hi koi samajhne wala nahi hai," usne mann hi mann socha.

Tabhi ek buzurg sadhu uske paas aaya. Us sadhu ki aankhon me ek gehri samajh thi. Usne pucha,
"Beta, tu itna udaas kyu hai?"

Rohit ne bina kuch soche kaha, "Maine hamesha doosron ki madad ki, par aaj jab mujhe khud sahare ki zarurat hai, toh koi nahi hai."

Sadhu muskuraya aur bola, "Beta, insaan madad sirf badle ki ummid se nahi karta. Jo sachha sevak hota hai, wo sirf dene me vishwas rakhta hai, lene me nahi. Mahadev teri saari mehnat dekh rahe hain. Jab samay aayega, tujhse bhi koi bina soche-samjhe madad karega."

Ye sunte hi Rohit ki aankhon se aansu behne lage. Usse mehsoos hua ki uska jeevan ek mahatvapurn yatra hai, jisme dukh bhi hai, sukh bhi. Par ek baat usne samajh li—jo bhi hota hai, Mahadev ki marzi se hota hai.

Us din ke baad Rohit phir kabhi nahi toota. Wo phir se ek nai urja ke saath Ranchi laut aaya aur apni seva me lag gaya. Aaj bhi wo gareebon ka haath tha, bhookon ka sahara tha, or majbooron ka mitra tha.

Aur sabse zaroori baat—uska vishwas ab aur bhi mazboot ho chuka tha.