31st December 2025 — Saal ki Aakhri bike ride

Pehli baar apne mann ki baat likh raha hoon.
Pata nahi kyun… bas likhne ka mann ho gaya.

December ka aakhri bike ride tha — Jageshwar ka.
Sach kahun to dimaag mein door-door tak Jageshwar ka koi plan nahi tha. Bas achanak ek din mann ne kaha, chalna hai, aur pata hi nahi chala ki kaise faisla ho gaya.

25–31 December ki chhutti maangi thi. Boss ne mana kar diya.
Mann udaas tha, thoda gussa bhi. Par ek baat bilkul clear thi — bike ride to hogi hi, kyunki agar kuch shaanti deta hai to bas wahi deta hai.

July ke baad ek bhi ride nahi ki thi. College, office aur ghar — isi bhaag-daud mein zindagi nikalti chali gayi. Saath hi frustration, irritation aur ek ajeeb si sadness bhi badhti gayi. Dheere-dheere lagne laga jaise main kisi kaam ka hi nahi hoon. Future andhera sa lagta tha. Itni jagah CV bheje — kahin response nahi, kahin interview ke baad silence. Office jaana bhi bojh lagne laga. Dum ghutne lagta tha.
Aisa lagta tha ki agar aur yahin ruka to ya to pagal ho jaunga, ya phir depression mein chala jaunga.

Rona chahta tha… par aansu hi nahi aate the.

Upar se bike kharab ho gayi. Tow karwa ke college se ghar laani padi. Aisa laga jaise is baar ride bhi naseeb mein nahi hai.
Par phir 26th ko jab bike sahi hui, ek hi baat mann mein thi — kal jana hi hai, chahe kuch bhi ho।

27 December ki subah 5 baje utha. Excitement thi — ride karni hai. Par saath hi ek ajeeb sa darr bhi.
Soch raha tha: kya main itni door chala paunga?
Pehlay itni rides ki hain, kabhi aisa darr nahi laga… par pichhle 5 mahine meri saari confidence jaise chura le gaye the. Samajh hi nahi aa raha tha ki main kya kar raha hoon, kyun kar raha hoon.

Bahut zyada thand aur ghani dhundh mein jab bike start ki aur ghar se nikla, to achanak ek alag hi sukoon mehsoos hua.
Jaise kisi ne mann ke andar ka shor band kar diya ho.
Future ki chinta, present ka stress — sab gayab.
Bas main, bike aur road.

Itni zyada dhundh thi ki road bhi mushkil se dikh rahi thi, par na koi bechaini thi, na darr.
Raste mein ek truck wale ne roka. Uski aankhon mein dekha to laga — shayad uska bhi mann bike chalane ka hoga, par majboori mein truck chala raha hai.
Tab ehsaas hua: jo mere paas hai, wo bahut logon ka sapna hai।

Dheere-dheere raaste katte gaye aur mann aur shaant hota gaya.

Rudrapur se pehle ek Sardar ji mile — Delhi se akele Nanakmatta Gurudwara ja rahe the. Aur ajeeb ittefaq — wo bhi Shastri Nagar ke hi nikle, jahan main paida hua tha.
Baat karte hue laga jaise wo bhi meri tarah bas sukoon dhoondhne nikle hain.

Aur phir… Jageshwar.

Wahan pahunch kar ek ajab si khushi hui. Maine socha bhi nahi tha ki main Shiv ke paas jaunga — par lagta hai unhone khud hi bula liya.
Thand mein Sahu ji ki bike gir jana, hotels ke liye bhatakna — kuch bhi pareshaan nahi kar raha tha.
Bas shaanti.

Hotel wale uncle ki wo welcoming smile… unki saadgi.
Unse milkar laga — main kyun bhaag raha hoon? Jo mere paas hai, wo bahut logon ki chahat hai.

Subah ki thand mein bike chala kar mandir pahunche. Baba ke darshan kiye.
Wahan aisa laga jaise kuch andar se nikal raha ho — darr, ghabrahat, bechaini.
Bachaa sirf sukoon.

Na waqt ki tension, na bhaag-daud.
Bas main, pahad, Sahu… aur shaanti.

Vriddh Jageshwar ka raasta rough tha, par wahan bhi masti hi masti thi. Dil chah raha tha ki ye pal kahin capture ho jaayein, aur kabhi khatam na hon.
Wahan chai wale uncle ki saadgi ne phir yaad dilaya — saadgi mein bhi sukoon hota hai.

Phir achanak mann mein aaya — Kasar Devi chalte hain.
35 km ka raasta. Kabhi plan nahi kiya tha.
Par shayad sach hi kehte hain — jahan aapka hona likha hota hai, wahan aap khud hi pahunch jaate ho।

Kasar Devi ki energy alag hi thi. Itni positivity, itni achhi vibes ki aankh band karte hi main meditative mode mein chala gaya — jabki meditation mujhse hota hi nahi.

Wahan se nikal kar Haldwani pahunche.
Hotel dhoondhte hue ek uncle mile — bas rasta bataya aur chale gaye.
Hotel wale bhaiya aise mile jaise pehle se jaante ho. Ghar jaisa khana, apnapan.

Raat ko shehar mein walk karte hue ek paan wale bhaiya mile. Unhone Neem Karoli Baba ki kahani sunayi — kaise Maharaj ji ne unhe zero se dobara khada kiya.
Unki aankhon mein dikha ki aastha aur vishwas kya kuch nahi kar sakte.
Har Tuesday mandir jaana, sab kuch un par chhod dena — jaise keh raha ho: tum bas surrender karo, baaki Bhagwan dekh lenge।

Wapas aate hue bhi koi tension nahi thi.
Bas sukoon, pyaar aur khushi.
Bhole ne saal ke aakhri din bula hi liya.

Main bhool jaata hoon…
par wo mujhe kabhi nahi bhoolte.
Hamesha mere saath rehte hain.

Moradabad mein Sahu saab ki bike kharab ho gayi — phir bhi stress nahi hua. Mann mein bas vishwas tha ki ho jaayegi.
RSA wale aaye — musalman bhai the. Bike sahi hui, phir kharab hui, phir sahi hui.
Delhi pahunch kar hi band hui.
Beech raaste Bhagwan ji ne kahin chhodne nahi diya.

Yahin phir seekh mili — surrender karo, sab apne aap sambhal jaata hai।

Har motorcycle journey kuch na kuch sikhati hai.
Pichhle 3 saalon ki meri har journey mein kuch common raha hai —
Shiva, Sahu, Sukoon aur Sabr.

Delhi wapas aakar phir wahi bechaini hai…
aur phir se Shiv se milne ki ichha.

Naye saal mein bas itna hi vishwas hai —
Shiv ne jo socha hoga, achha hi socha hoga mere liye.