Hava serinlemi\u015f, g\u00f6ky\u00fcz\u00fc gitgide karar\u0131yordu. Odam\u0131n cam\u0131ndan d\u0131\u015far\u0131ya bakarken, i\u00e7imi bir tuhaf, ad\u0131n\u0131 koyamad\u0131\u011f\u0131m bir s\u0131z\u0131 kaplad\u0131. \u0130nsan bazen ne\u015feden de yorulur, mutluluktan da usan\u0131rd\u0131 sanki. Yahut benim mizac\u0131m b\u00f6yle, ne bileyim.<\/p>\n
Gece olunca, insan\u0131n kurdu\u011fu b\u00fct\u00fcn perdeler birer birer iniyor. G\u00fcnd\u00fczden kalma tela\u015flar, “m\u0131\u015f gibi” yapt\u0131\u011f\u0131m\u0131z haller \u00e7ekilip gidiyor. \u0130\u015fte o vakit, g\u00f6n\u00fcl yaras\u0131n\u0131 saracak bir \u015feye ihtiya\u00e7 duyuyorsun. Bir dosta, bir y\u00e2re… Ama en \u00e7ok da, seninle ayn\u0131 dili konu\u015fan bir sese. O ses, bazen bir t\u00fcrk\u00fcden, bazen de duman\u0131 t\u00fcten bir gramofonun c\u0131z\u0131rt\u0131s\u0131ndan gelip seni buluyor.<\/p>\n
\u015eark\u0131lar, dostum, ne anlat\u0131r diye sorars\u0131n. \u015eark\u0131lar, insan\u0131n kendi kendine bile itiraf edemedi\u011fi \u015feyleri anlat\u0131r. Onlar, bizim i\u00e7imizde bir k\u00f6\u015feye sinmi\u015f, kilitli kalm\u0131\u015f h\u00fcz\u00fcnlerin, umutlar\u0131n terc\u00fcman\u0131d\u0131r. Bir t\u00fcrk\u00fcn\u00fcn makam\u0131nda, yoksul bir Anadolu k\u00f6y\u00fcnde kalan sevdi\u011fine duyulan hasretin titrek sesi sakl\u0131d\u0131r. Bir a\u015fk \u015fark\u0131s\u0131n\u0131n na\u011fmesinde, “Beni hi\u00e7 b\u0131rakma,” diyemeyen bir y\u00fcre\u011fin yalvar\u0131\u015f\u0131 gizlidir.<\/p>\n
Biz insanlar, hep bir \u015feylere yeti\u015fme tela\u015f\u0131nday\u0131z. Para, mevki, itibar… Ne u\u011fruna ko\u015fturdu\u011fumuzu da \u00e7o\u011fu zaman bilmiyoruz. Fakat o ince seste, o yan\u0131k ezgide, b\u00fct\u00fcn bu d\u00fcnyan\u0131n bo\u015f bir yel de\u011firmeni gibi d\u00f6nd\u00fc\u011f\u00fcn\u00fc anl\u0131yorsun. Anl\u0131yorsun ki, geriye kalan tek \u015fey, i\u00e7indeki o garip, o saf, o kimseye benzemez duygular.<\/p>\n
Bizim hikayelerimizde hep o kenarda kalm\u0131\u015f, ezilmi\u015f, fakat y\u00fcre\u011fi p\u0131r\u0131l p\u0131r\u0131l insanlar var ya, \u015fark\u0131lar da aynen \u00f6yledir. Onlar, “B\u00fcy\u00fck Adamlar”\u0131n de\u011fil, bizim gibi basit, kendi halinde insanlar\u0131n dertlerini s\u00f6yler. Zenginlikten de\u011fil, hasretten dem vurur. Alt\u0131n kaplamal\u0131 salonlardan de\u011fil, \u0131ss\u0131z bir yoldan, bir gurbet gecesinden bahseder.<\/p>\n
Dinlerken, “Ah be,” dersin, “Tam da benim halimi anlat\u0131yor.” Bilirsin ki, o \u015fark\u0131y\u0131 yakan da, s\u00f6yleyen de seninle ayn\u0131 ac\u0131y\u0131 \u00e7ekmi\u015f. Sen, yoksulluktan b\u00fcz\u00fclm\u00fc\u015f bir ceket i\u00e7inde titrerken, o da bir da\u011f ba\u015f\u0131nda ya\u011fan kar\u0131n alt\u0131nda \u00fc\u015f\u00fcm\u00fc\u015f. Bu, bir karde\u015fliktir. Kelimelere d\u00f6k\u00fclmez bir yarenlik.<\/p>\n
Velhas\u0131l, \u015fark\u0131lar ne anlat\u0131r?<\/p>\n
\u015eark\u0131lar, hayat\u0131n bize unutturmaya \u00e7al\u0131\u015ft\u0131\u011f\u0131 \u015feyi anlat\u0131r: \u0130nsan oldu\u011fumuzu, yaln\u0131z olmad\u0131\u011f\u0131m\u0131z\u0131, ve bu d\u00fcnyada bir kerecik olsun, saf bir a\u015fk\u0131n, temiz bir vicdan\u0131n her \u015feyden de\u011ferli oldu\u011funu.<\/b> Geriye d\u00f6n\u00fcp bak\u0131nca, seni yoran onca \u015feyden sonra, kula\u011f\u0131nda kalan tek ho\u015f seda, o yan\u0131k t\u00fcrk\u00fcn\u00fcn sesi olur. \u0130\u015fte \u015fark\u0131lar\u0131n b\u00fct\u00fcn hikmeti de budur.<\/p>\n
\u015eimdi kalk\u0131p, bir sigara yakmal\u0131, o eski pla\u011f\u0131 yeniden dinlemeli. Belki o zaman, i\u00e7imdeki bu d\u00fc\u011f\u00fcm \u00e7\u00f6z\u00fcl\u00fcr, kim bilir?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hava serinlemi\u015f, g\u00f6ky\u00fcz\u00fc gitgide karar\u0131yordu. Odam\u0131n cam\u0131ndan d\u0131\u015far\u0131ya bakarken, i\u00e7imi bir tuhaf, ad\u0131n\u0131 koyamad\u0131\u011f\u0131m bir s\u0131z\u0131 kaplad\u0131. \u0130nsan bazen ne\u015feden de yorulur, mutluluktan da usan\u0131rd\u0131 sanki. Yahut benim mizac\u0131m b\u00f6yle, ne bileyim. Gece olunca, insan\u0131n kurdu\u011fu b\u00fct\u00fcn perdeler birer birer iniyor. G\u00fcnd\u00fczden kalma tela\u015flar, “m\u0131\u015f gibi” yapt\u0131\u011f\u0131m\u0131z haller \u00e7ekilip gidiyor. \u0130\u015fte o vakit, g\u00f6n\u00fcl yaras\u0131n\u0131 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4988,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":true,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4987","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-radyo-gunlukleri"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mobilradyom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4987","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mobilradyom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mobilradyom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mobilradyom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mobilradyom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4987"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mobilradyom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4987\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4989,"href":"https:\/\/mobilradyom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4987\/revisions\/4989"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mobilradyom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4988"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mobilradyom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4987"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mobilradyom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4987"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mobilradyom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4987"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}