Aadat...
Ek aisi gandi bimari,
jo na chhutne ka naam leti hai.
Kabhi achhi lagti hai,
kabhi buri ban jaati hai...
Lekin jitni buri sabit hoti hai na,
utni kabhi achhi nahi ho pati.
Humein pata hota hai
ki iske chalte hum barbaad ho sakte hain,
hamara kuch achha nahi hoga...
Phir bhi hum usi cheez ko karte hain,
kyunki... aadat lag gayi hoti hai.
Aur jitna hum sochte hain na
ki “chhodo, aasan hai”,
utna hi mushkil hota hai
aadat ko chhodna.
Kahi baar lagta hai
ki apne apno ka saath ho toh nikal jayenge —
lekin kuch aadatein aisi hoti hain
jo apnon ke hone par bhi nahi chhutti.
Unse ladna hota hai
khud ko.
Khud se.
Khud hi us aadat ko thokar maarni hoti hai.
Aur sabko lagta hai
ki hum koi aasan ladai lad rahe hain…
Par nahi —
Doosron se ladna aasan hota hai,
Apno se ladna mushkil hota hai,
Aur khud se ladna... sabse zyada todne wala.
