Ek maqbool suragh-rasa ka ek qissa IX

Main behad pasheman hoon ke ek main qareeb ek saal se is tarjume ko aage nahi badha paaya tha leking mein majboor tha…. aapki mazrat chahunga. Berhaal guzra waqt kisi halat mein laut nahi sakta hai, lekin apni itni hi koshish ho sakti hai ke ise aur zaaya na kiya jaaye. Lijiye, khwatin-o-hazraat, Sherlock Holmes ke ek qisse ke Urdu tarjume ka agla qist. Inshallah, agle ke liye aapko ziadah intexar nahi karna padhega…….

~~~~ Yeh pehli baar tha ke main maqam-e-wardaat par pahuncha tha – ek unchi, kuch bad-haal, lekin nafees bhi, rasmi aur pukhta imarat – us sadi ki tarah jis mein uski buniyaad rakhi gayi thi. Lestrade ki nazar ham par aage ki khidki se padhi, aur us ne hamara garm-joshi se istaqbal kiya jab ek bhari qadd ke police jawan ne darwaza khol kar hame daakhil kiya. Jis kaamre mein hame laaya gaya wohi tha jahan qatl huya tha, lekin uska koi nishan nahi bacha, sivaye qaleen par ek bad-soorat, be-qayda daag. Qaleen – chota, chaukor qism ka – kamre ke beech mein tha aur khoob-soorat, purane taur chamakti huyi lakdi ke farsh par. Angithi par ek  hathyaron ka jamadva tha, jis mein se ek us alamnaak shab ko istemaal kiya gaya tha. Khidki ke paas, ek alishan likhne ka mez tha, lekin kamre ka har pehlu, uski tasveerein, qaleen, sajawaten, sab ek aise zauq ki nishaani thi jo aish-parasti ki jaanib ghair-mardana ban gayi thi.

“Paris se khabar dekhi?” pucha Lestrade ne.

Holmes ne sar hilaya.

“Hamare Fransisi doston ne is bar maidan mar liya. Beshak waise hi huya hoga jaise woh kehte hai. Usne darwaze par dastak di — ek achanak aana tha, mere hisaab se, kyonke woh apni zindagi ke mukhtalif pehlu alag rakhta tha. Usne use anadar aane diya – bahar sadak par to rehne nahi de sakta tha. Usne use bataya ke uska kaise usne peecha kiya, daanta use, baat bigdi aur phir khnajar sammne hi tha, aur sab kuch khatam hogaya. Lekin, ek pal mein to nahi huya, kyunkar sari kursiyan vahan phaili huyi thi aur ek us ke haath mein thi ke jaise usne us se aapni jaan bachane ki koshish ki ho. Hamen sab aisa saaf saaf pata chala hai ke jaise hum khud us mauqe par maujud rahe hoon.”

Holmes ne ek ankh uthayi.

“Aur aapne mujhe talab kiya?”

“”Ah, haan, yeh ek aur baat hai – a mamuli si baat, lekin us qism ki jis mein aapko dilchaspi hai – ajeeb, aap samjhaiye,  aur aisi jise aap behad ajeeb kahe. Is ka is baat se to kuch matlab nahi lagta – ho nahi sakta, jaise zahir hai.”

“Phir kya hai yeh?”

“Darasal, jaise aap jaante hai, is qism ke jurm mein, hamari puri koshish rehti hai ke ham jo cheezen jis jagah par hai unhe waise hi rakhe. Kisi cheez ki hilaya nahi gaya hai. Ek mulazim yahan raat din rehte hai. Aaj subh, woh aadmi dafan ho gaya aur tafteesh khatam — jahan tak is kamre ka sawaal hai – to hamne socha ke ham thodi safair karva dete hai. Yeh qaleen. Aap dekhenge, yeh neeche thoka nahi gaya hai, sirf rakha gaya hai.  Hamen ise uthane ki zaroorat padhi. Hame mila—-“

“Haan? Tumhe mila —-“

Holmes ka chehra par ek dam pareshani chalki.

“Aap sau saal mein bhi nahi soch payenge ke hamen kya mila. Aap qaleen pe voh daag dekh rahe hai? Berhaal, kafi khoon us par bah kar neeche pahuncha hoga, zaroor?”

“Beshak, aisa hi huya hoga.”

“Khair, aap sun kar hairan honge ke lakdi ke farsh par qaleen jaisa koi daag nahi hai.”

“Koi daag nahi! Lekin wahan to…..”

“Ji haan, aap to yeh hi kahenge. Lekin asliyat to yehi hai ke aisa nahi hai.”

Usne qaleen ka ek kona pakda, aur use modh kar, dikhaya ke waisa hi tha jaise usne kaha tha.”

“Lekin niche bhi utna hi daag hai. Aisa mein zaroor daag chorha hoga.”

Lestrade hansa ke usne ek maahir ko hairat main jo daal diya.

“Ab main aap ko is baat ki tashreeh dikhata hoon. Doosra daag zaroor hai, lekin voh doosre se mael nahi khaata. Aap khud hi dekhen.”Jaise voh bola, usne qaleen ka ek doosra hisaa modha aur, jaise laazim tha, ek bara surkh dhabba that us safed puraani farsh par.”Is se aap kya samjhe, Janaab Holmes?”

“Samajhna kya, zaahir hai. Do daag ek ke upar the, magar kisi ne qaleen ko ulta diya. Kyunke voh chaukor aur khule taur se rakha gaya, yeh karna bahut asaan tha.”

“Sarkari police ko aapki zaroorat nahi hai, Janaab Holmes, yeh batane ke liye ke qaleen ko modha gaya hai. Yeh to saaf zahir hai, kyunkar dono daag ek doosre ke upar hai – agar aap isko aise rakhe. Main to yeh jaanna chahta hoon, ke qaleen ko kisne hataya aur kyun?”

Main Holmes ke sakht chehre ko dekh kar yeh samajh sakta tha ke woh andruni josh se lehraa raha tha.

“Yeh batao, Lestrade,” usne kaha, “kya tumhara woh aadmi is pure waqt yahan ki nigrani kar raha hai?”

“Haan, wohi tha.”

“Phir, meri baat mano. Us se qayde se sawaal-jawaab karo. Hamare saamne mat karo. Ham yahan intezaar karenge. Voh shayad pura khulaasa tab kare jab sirf tum maujud ho. Us se yeh poocho ke uski himmat kaise huyi ke woh yahan ajnabi logon ko daakhil kare aur unhe akela chorh jaaye. Us se yeh mat poochna ke us ne aisa kiya hai ke nahi. Maan kar chalo aisa hi huya hai. Use batayo ke tum jaante ho ke yahan koi aaya hai. Dabao daalo. Batayo ke ek pura khulaasa karne par hi woh maaf kiya jayega. Bilkul waisa his karna jaise main keh raha hoon!”

“Qasam se, agar use is ka ilm hai, to main abhi pata karta hoon!” kaha Lestrade ne.  Woh tezi  se kamre se dauda aur kuch hi pal mein uski robdar awaaz peeche ke kamre se aayi.

Jaari rahega….

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