Cinematic masterpiece

Ek chhoti si gali, mitti ki khushbu, aur maa ki aakhri jhappi—sab peeche chhod kar nikla tha main. Ek middle-class ghar ka ladka, jise pata tha ki sapne dekhna asaan hai, par unhe poora karne ki keemat hoti hai. Baba ne kaha tha, ‘Beta, safar aasan nahi hoga, par yaad rakhna, tu sirf apni manzil nahi, apno ki umeedon ka bojh bhi le ja raha hai.’ Yeh alfaaz dil me le kar nikal pada tha. Pehli baar jab jahaz ne udan bhari, tab laga jaise sirf main nahi, meri poori duniya ek nayi disha me ja rahi hai. Germany ki thand me, raaton ko jab tanhaayi se ladta hoon, tab maa ki aakhri roti yaad aati hai, baba ki woh chhoti si hasi yaad aati hai. Kabhi sochta hoon, kya unhone bhi raaton ko jag kar meri yaadon ko gale lagaya hoga? Kya maa ab bhi roti ko silpaate waqt sochti hogi—‘mera beta khana time pe kha raha hoga na?’ Safar aasan nahi tha—zabaan ajnabi thi, log ajnabi the, mushkilein har mod par khadi thi. Kabhi visa ka tension, kabhi naukri ka dar, kabhi sirf ghar ki yaad ka bojh. Par har girne par baba ki ek baat yaad aayi—‘Beta, rukna nahi, kyunki tere peeche sirf ek ladka nahi, ek poora parivaar khada hai.’ Aaj Germany ki zameen par khada hoon, sirf apne sapno ke liye nahi, apne ghar ke har uss sapne ke liye jo maine apni maa ki aankhon me dekha tha. Yeh sirf ek safar nahi, ek kasam hai—ki jo bhi ho, lautunga tabhi jab apne aur apno ke sapne poore kar ke jaunga.”** Bhai, yeh sirf teri kahani nahi, har uss insaan ki kahani hai jo apne sapne jeene ke liye ghar se nikalta hai. Agar yeh dil tak pahunchi ho, toh samajh le ki teri kahani sach me taqatwar hai.