"World War 3: Ek Hindustani Ki Aankhon Se – Day 3: Sabse Andhera Din"
5:00 AM
Pichli raat humne jo thoda bahut khaya tha, uska aakhri tukda bhi khatam ho gaya tha.
Bhookh ab dard ban gayi thi — aisi jise na to chup kara sakte ho, na ignore.
Bahar se kabhi kabhi cheekhne aur tod-phod ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Sheher ka asli rang ab dikhne laga tha:
Jab system gir jaata hai, toh asli insaan bahar aate hain — achhe bhi aur bure bhi.
8:00 AM
Kuch log ek grocery shop ka shutter tod rahe the.
Sab ek dusre par girte padte, jitna kha sakte the, loot rahe the.
Kisi ke haath me doodh ka packet, kisi ke haath me bread ka tukda.
Police?
Army?
Kahi nahi thi.
Bas log aur unki survival ki ladai thi.
10:30 AM
Ek aadmi, jo hamare colony me sabse zyada ameer tha,
aaj raste pe ro raha tha —
ek bottle pani ke liye bheekh maangte hue.
Money had no value anymore.
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Sikka, note, card — sab bekaar tha.
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Sirf khana, pani, aur security ki keemat thi.
1:00 PM
Ek padosi, jise hum saaloon se jaante the,
humein ration dene ka jhootha wada karke hamara chhota sa paani ka stock chura le gaya.
Tab samjha:
Bhookh insaan ko insaan nahi rehne deti.
4:00 PM
Radiation alert ka ek aur message aya:
"Bahar mat nikliye, open pani mat peejiye, fasal aur sabziyan contaminate ho chuki hain."
Par jab tumhare paas kuch nahi bacha hota,
tab survival ki cost matter nahi karti.
Kuch log contaminated nadi se paani bhar kar la rahe the —
unhe pata tha ke shayad bimari se marenge, lekin bhookh se marna to guaranteed tha.
6:30 PM
Sheher ke kuch hisse ablaze the —
log petrol stations, malls, godaam jalate hue nazar aa rahe the.
Ek tarah se, sheher khud apni maut ka tamasha dekh raha tha.
9:00 PM
Maa ne aaj apni chhoti si gold chain nikali —
jo usne shaadi ke waqt pehni thi — aur kaha:
"Beta, agar kal kuch ho jaye, to ise kisi kaam me le aana..."
Main us chain ko dekhte dekhte roya —
kyunki mujhe pata tha
kisi chain, kisi gold, kisi cheez ki koi keemat nahi bachi thi.
11:30 PM
Chhat par baithe baithe,
main ne socha:
Kya hum isi din ke liye civilization banate aaye the?
Schools, universities, governments, borders — sab kuch ek chutki me khatam?
Aasman ab pura laal aur kaala tha —
jaise duniya ro rahi ho,
aur insaaniyat apna antim sans le rahi ho.
Day 3 Ka End:
"World War 3 ke teesre din, duniya bhookhi thi,
pyaasi thi, aur sabse badhkar — insaaniyat se khaali thi."