SHIV SANKET: EK NAYI SHURUAAT
Chapter 1: Andheron se Darr ka Safar
Subah ki sunehri dhoop Shiv Mandir ke gumbad se takra kar charon taraf phail rahi thi. Das saal ka Vishwa apni Maa ka haath pakad kar poori shraddha ke saath Shivling par jal chadha raha tha. Maa ne uske sar par haath rakha aur dheere se kaha, "Beta, Shivji kabhi apne bhakto ka saath nahi chhodte. Bas tu kabhi sahi raasta mat chhodna." Wo masoom chehra aur wo bhakti ab sirf ek purani yaadein ban kar reh gayi thi.
Aaj ke waqt mein, Vishwa ek andheri kothri mein baitha tha. Gareebi ki boo aur berozgari ka bojh uske chehre par saaf dikh raha tha. Gusse mein usne saamne rakha prasad ka dabba deewar par phenk diya. "Kahan hain wo Shivji? Maine itni bhakti ki, badle mein kya mila? Sirf bhookh aur berozgari!" Wo badbadaya. Usaki aankhon mein ab bhakti nahi, balki bagawat thi.
Achanak baaju ke kamre se uski Maa ki khansi ki awaaz aayi. "Beta... bukhaar badh raha hai. Aaj... aaj dawai lani hi padegi," Maa ki kamzor awaaz ne use jhakjhor diya. Usne jeb mein haath dala, par wahan sirf khaali-pan tha. Usi waqt uske phone mein ek message chamka—Drug delivery ka order. Ek pal ke liye wo ruka, par majboori jeet gayi. Wo khada hua, jeb mein ek chhota sa Shivling chhupaya aur rote hue bola, "Mere paas koi aur raasta nahi hai Maa! Agar tum bach gayi, toh main waapas laut aaunga."
Chapter 2: Pahadi par Devdoot
Raat gehri hoti ja rahi thi. Vishwa bike par tez raftar se drugs ki delivery karne ja raha tha. Raasta sunsaan tha aur pahadi ilaka shuru ho gaya tha. Achanak aakash mein bijli kadki. Raaste ke kinaare ek toota hua, purana mandir dikha. Wahan ek tez roshni aakash se neeche utarti dikhi. Vishwa ne ghabra kar brake maari, uski bike puncture ho gayi thi.
Ek lamba, tez aabha wala aadmi (Shivam) mandir ki seedhiyon ke paas khada tha. Usaki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si shanti thi. Vishwa kaanpti awaaz mein bola, "Kaun ho tum? Is sunsaan raaste par itni raat ko? Bhoot ho kya?"
Shivam dheere se uski taraf muda aur gambhirta se kaha, "Main ek sandeshwahak (messenger) hoon... tere liye."
Vishwa peeche hatne laga. "Kaisa message? Mujhe kisi dharmic baaton mein interest nahi hai! Main late ho raha hoon."
"Late toh tu pehle hi ho chuka hai, beta," Shivam ne uski jeb ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha, "Tu us raaste par ja raha hai jahan se lautna namumkin hai. Tu apna dharma bhool gaya hai." Vishwa chaunk gaya, is ajnabi ko uske gunah ke baare mein kaise pata? Usne darr chhupane ke liye gussa dikhaya, par Shivam sirf muskura diya. "Jo dharma bhookh door na kar sake, wo dharma nahi. Main tujhe bhookh mitane ka sahi raasta dikhaunga... Shiv ki kripa se."
Chapter 3: Aatma ki Awaaz
Agli subah dono ek chai ki tapri par baithe the. Vishwa thaka hua tha par Shivam ki maujoodgi use hairat mein daal rahi thi. "Bataiye aap kaun hain? Kal raat toh main darr gaya tha," Vishwa ne poocha.
Shivam ne chai ka ghoot bhara aur Vishwa ki aankhon mein dekha. "Main wahi hoon jisne tere pita ko akhri waqt mein sukoon diya tha. Main wahi hoon jise teri Maa roz jal chadhati hai. Main teri aatma ki awaaz hoon." Vishwa ki aankhon ke saamne pita ki maut aur uske sangharsh ke pal ghoomne lage.
Shivam ne Vishwa ke kandhe par haath rakha, "Teri musibat ki wajah teri gareebi nahi, tera tootta hua vishwas hai. Tu galat raaste par nikal gaya hai." Usne aage samjhaya ki museebat ek imtihan hai. "Shivji kabhi seedhi madad nahi karte, wo raasta dikhate hain. Ab tujhe ye galat kamai chhodkar apni Art (Kala) ka sahara lena hoga." Vishwa ko apne andar chhupa hua chitrakaar yaad aaya. Usaki aankhon mein pehli baar umeed ki kiran dikhi.
Chapter 4: Sangharsh aur Vijay
Bazaar ke ek kone mein baith kar Vishwa ne kagaz par Shivji ki ek adbhut painting banayi. Usaki kala mein itni shakti thi ki log ruk gaye. Usne apni mehnat ki pehli kamai ki. "Ye... ye meri mehnat ki kamai hai!" Wo khushi se bola.
Par sukh zyada der nahi tika. Purani gang ka gangster wahan aa dhamka. "Abe o Shiv bhakt! Hamari delivery beech mein chhod kar bhag gaya? Tu hamara karzdaar hai!" Usne Vishwa ka collar pakad liya.
Shivam achanak unke beech aa kar khada ho gaya. Usaki aabha ab daravni hadd tak tez thi. Usne garaj kar kaha, "Karma ke siddhant ko koi nahi tod sakta. Ise abhi jaane do!" Gangster us divya tej ke saamne tik nahi saka aur darr kar bhaag gaya. Shivam ne Vishwa ka hosla badhate hue kaha, "Karz utarna hai toh sahi raasta mat chhodna. Ab ja, apni Maa ke liye dawai lele."
Chapter 5: Akhri Imtihan aur Vidai
Mahashivratri ki raat thi. Vishwa ab ek kamyab artist tha aur uski Maa ab theek thi. Jab wo mandir mein pooja kar rahe the, tab wahi gangster apne hathiyar-band aadmiyon ke saath aaya. "Aaj hisaab hoga! Ya toh hamare saath chal, ya apni Maa ko bhool ja!"
Vishwa ka gussa phoot pada, wo ladne ko taiyar hua par Shivam ne use roka. "Gussa nahi, apni andar ki shakti pehchaan. Bhakti hi sabse bada hathiyar hai."
Vishwa aur uski Maa ne aankhein band ki aur poore zor se mantra shuru kiya— "Om Namah Shivaya! Shambho! Shankara!" Maahol mein ek divya kampann (vibration) paida hui. Gangster achanak andhere mein takrane lage, jaise koi adrishya shakti unhe maar rahi ho. Wo darr ke maare wahan se bhaag khade hue.
Subah hui. Vishwa Shivam ka shukriya manne us pahadi par gaya. "Guruji, aapka ehsaan main kabhi nahi bhoolunga. Aap mere liye pita aur devta dono bankar aaye."
Shivam aakash ki taraf uthte hue dheere se bola, "Main sirf ek sevak tha, beta. Sahi raaste par tu khud chalkar aaya hai. Hamesha sachai par chalte rehna, Shiv ki kripa hamesha tere saath rahegi." Aur wo roshni mein vileen ho gaya. Vishwa ab akela nahi tha, uska vishwas uske saath tha.