World War 3: Ek Hindustani Ki Aankhon Se – Day 5: Naye Rishte, Nayi Ladai

 

"World War 3: Ek Hindustani Ki Aankhon Se – Day 5: Naye Rishte, Nayi Ladai"


5:30 AM – Subah Jo Kabhi Aayi Hi Nahi

Main aankh kholte hi soch raha tha:
"Aaj ka din kya lekar aayega? Dosti? Dhokha? Ya maut?"

Camp ka hawa bilkul bhaari tha — jaise sabko ek saath sapna aaya ho ke kuch bada hone wala hai.
Door se kabootar udte dikhe — ek naya symbol, ek nayi warning.


7:00 AM – Dosti Ya Dhokha

Ek naye group ka aadmi hamare camp ke baahar aaya.
Usne haath upar karke shanti ka sanket diya.
Chehra dust se bhara, kapde phate hue, aankhon me sirf thakaan aur laachar umeed.

Uske peeche kuch aur log the —
2 auratein, 3 bachche, aur 2 jawaan ladke.

Unka leader bola:
"Hume apne camp me jagah do... humare paas thoda ration aur medicines hain... hum milkar survive kar sakte hain."

Camp me meeting bulayi gayi.
Log divided the:

  • Kuch kehte the — "Zyada log zyada taqat."

  • Kuch kehte the — "Zyada log zyada risk."

Trust aur Fear ke beech me ek nayi ladai chalu ho chuki thi.


9:30 AM – The Deal

Bahas ke baad ek deal tay hui:

  • Nai aane wale log apna ration aur medicines sabke beech share karenge.

  • Har naye member ko ek din ka kaam karke apni loyalty prove karni hogi.

  • Agar kisi ne dhokha diya, to camp se nikaala jaayega — bina second chance ke.

Nayi duniya ke naye rules.
Yahan second chance nahi milta.


11:00 AM – Pehla Naya Din, Pehla Naya Kaam

Sab naye log apne apne kaam me lag gaye:

  • Kuch log borewell ka pani kheenchne lage.

  • Kuch jungle se lakdi aur fuel dhundhne chale gaye.

  • Bachchon ko ek alag secure zone me bhej diya gaya jahan buzurg unka dhyaan rakh rahe the.

Main aur naye group ka ek ladka — naam tha "Amir" — milkar ek broken building se useful saman ikattha karne nikle.

Amir ki kahani sun kar aankhon me aansu aa gaye:

"Dilli me call center kaam karta tha... maa baap sab ek blast me chale gaye... bas bach gaya hun kyuki duty me tha."

Tab samjha:
Har survivor ke peeche ek tooti hui duniya hoti hai.


2:00 PM – Hope Ki Pehli Kiran

Building ke andar hume ek intact first-aid kit mili!
Bandaid, Dettol, glucose packets — jaise zindagi ne khud hume ek nayi umeed ka uphaar diya ho.

Amir haste hue bola:
"Shayad bhagwan abhi humse naraz nahi hua..."
Main bhi muskuraya — pehli baar 5 din me bina dard ke.


4:00 PM – Musibat Wapas Aayi

Camp wapas aate waqt kuch dur ek group dikha —
unke haath me asli rifles the.

Looters.
Unki aankhon me insaniyat nahi thi — sirf bhookhi drishti thi, jaise shikar dekh liya ho.

Hum chupchap raste badalkar camp wapas aye, lekin alert rehne ka signal mil gaya tha:

"Survival ab aur mushkil hone wala hai."

Camp me aate hi emergency alarm bajaya gaya —
sabko apne weapons ready karne ke liye bola gaya.
(Weapons matlab jo kuch bhi tha: lakdi, rods, broken pipes.)


6:00 PM – Aakhri Taiyari

Camp ke andar ye final preparation chal rahi thi:

  • Watch points pe log doubling up ho gaye.

  • Women aur bachchon ko safehouse me shift kiya gaya.

  • Plan bana:
    Agar attack hua, to ek side se exit ka rasta khula rahega — sab log survival ke liye bhaag sakte hain.

Main apni maa ka haath pakadkar sirf ek baat boli: "Maa, jo bhi ho, main aapko kuch nahi hone dunga."
Aur maa ne sirf aankhon se jawab diya — ek maa ki dua ke jaise.


8:00 PM – Raat Ka Andhera Aur Dilon Ki Roshni

Raat hoti ja rahi thi...
Camp ke aage ek chhoti si bonfire jal rahi thi.
Sab log ek dusre ke kareeb aa gaye the —
jaise darr ke samundar me ek chhoti si kashti ke passenger.

Ek buzurg ne bolna shuru kiya:
"Hum sirf jeene nahi aaye hain...
hum insaaniyat ko zinda rakhne aaye hain."

Us waqt sab logon ke chehre par ek ajeeb si shanti thi —
pata nahi kal subah dekhenge ya nahi,
par aaj ke liye hum saath the.


11:00 PM – Pehla Naya Rishtey Ka Vachan

Camp me naye log aur purane log milkar ek chhoti kasam le rahe the:

  • Saath ladenge.

  • Saath jeeyenge.

  • Saath marenge, lekin ek dusre ko kabhi peeth nahi dikhayenge.

Ye tha naye sansaar ka pehla written rule —
na kagaz pe likha, na kisi kanoon me —
sirf dilon par chhapa hua.


Day 5 Ka End:

"Jab duniya tut jaati hai, tab naye rishte mitti se ugte hain.
Dhokhe ke baad bhi, darr ke beech bhi —
kahin na kahin insaan phir insaan banne ki koshish karta hai."

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