"World War 3: Ek Hindustani Ki Aankhon Se – Day 4: Naya Sansaar, Nayi Ladai"
5:00 AM – Ujli Subah ka Andhera
Subah ka waqt tha, par aasman waise hi andhera tha jaise raat ke 2 baje ka hota hai.
Na suraj, na roshni — sirf ek gadha sa, dumpa dumpa hawa ka sound.
Main chhat pe gaya. Sheher ka nazara dekh ke dil bhar aya —
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Jahan ek time galiyon me bachchon ki hansi gunjti thi, ab sirf khamoshi thi.
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Jo kabhi shopping malls se bhara rehta tha, wo ab ujda hua jungle lagta tha.
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Gharon ke sheeshe toote hue, sadko pe jale hue gadiyon ka dhua.
Kahi door, kuch log aapas me mil kar ek jalti hui aag ke aas-paas baithe the, jaise kuch naye rishte ban rahe ho — nafrat aur greed ke is jungle me.
7:30 AM – Naye Niyam, Nayi Dunia
Pados ke kuch log milkar ek chhota camp banane lage the —
koi bamboo ka shelter, koi broken chairs aur kapdon ko use karke tent jaisa.
Aur naye rules likhe ja rahe the, bina kisi kagaz ke:
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Jo kaam karega, wahi khayega.
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Jo cheezein sab milkar laayenge, wo sabke liye hongi.
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Bachchon aur buzurgo ki suraksha sabse pehle.
Ye naye kanoon tha — duniya ka sabse natural constitution,
jo survival se likha ja raha tha, na ki kisi samvidhan ke page se.
10:00 AM – Trust Ka Sabse Bada Test
Ek naye member ko humare camp me aane diya gaya — ek aadmi jo kah raha tha ki uska pura parivaar attack me mar gaya.
Uski aankhon me aansu the, lekin jab duniya khud survival mode me hoti hai, to har aankh ka aansu sach nahi lagta.
Kuch logon ne use mana kiya, kuch logon ne welcome kiya.
Aur wahi se ek silent question sabke mann me tha:
"Kya ab bhi kisi par bharosa kiya ja sakta hai?"
1:00 PM – Khane Ki Talash
Teen log aur main milke ration dhoondne nikle.
Sheher ki roads pe jahan kabhi McDonald’s, Cafe Coffee Day, aur grocery stores the —
wahan sirf toti-phooti dukane thi.
Ek dukaan ke andar ghuste hi ek ajeeb si badbu aayi —
basi khana, mara hua janwar, aur kuch aur jo kehna bhi mushkil tha.
Fridge me kuch kuch bacha tha:
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2 tin canned beans
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Ek aadha packet biscuits
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Aur ek chhoti bottle honey
Ye hi tha, hamare jaisiyon ke liye so-called treasure.
4:00 PM – Pehla Dhokha
Wapas aate waqt raste me ek aur group mila —
wo bhi survival ke liye nikal pada tha.
Pehle muskurahat hui, handshake hua, lekin jaise hi unhone dekha ke humare paas kuch khana hai,
unhone hum par chaku nikal liya.
Hume bhaag kar apne camp wapas aana pada — aur tab realise hua:
"Is duniya me muskurahat sabse bada jhoot ban chuki hai."
7:00 PM – Apni Dunia Ki Raksha
Camp ke sabhi logon ne milkar pehli baar ek real survival plan banaya:
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Watch system set hua — raat bhar 2-2 ghante ke shifts.
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Entry points pe wooden blockade banaye gaye.
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Bacchon ke liye ek chhoti safe zone tayar ki gayi.
Sabke paas weapons nahi the — sirf kuch sticks, kuch rods, aur ek dosti ka rishta tha.
9:00 PM – Fire aur Fear
Humne ek chhoti si aag jalayi — zyada nahi, bas itni ki thodi roshni aur thodi garmi mil sake.
Sab log circle bana ke baithe the.
Ek buzurg ne kahani sunani shuru ki —
apne bachpan ke dinon ki, jab zindagi me World Cup aur Diwali sabse bade tension the.
Bachche bina samjhe muskurane lage —
shayad isi chhoti si kahani ne kuch pal ke liye duniya ka dard kam kar diya.
Par andhera hamesha yaad dilata raha:
"Tum ab naye sansaar me ho... jahan ek muskan ke peechhe bhi survival chhupa hai."
11:30 PM – Nayi Umeed
Chhat par jaake aasman dekha —
ab bhi suraj nahi tha.
Par is andheri raat me kahin door ek chhoti si roshni dikhi — ek naya camp ka sign.
Shayad kuch aur log, kuch aur survivors,
jo naye sansaar me naye sapne lekar jeena chahte the.
Aur maine apne dil me socha:
"Chahe duniya kitni bhi barbad ho jaye,
insaan ke andar ek chhoti si roshni hamesha zinda rahegi —
jeene ki, ladne ki, ek naye kal ki umeed me."
Day 4 Ka End:
"Naya sansaar sirf jism se nahi,
hausle se banta hai.
Aur jab sab kuch khatam ho jaye,
tabhi asli duniya dobara janam leti hai."