Chapter-23: Rocket of Vengeance

“chal jaa na…”

“sala old version…”

“dekh chup ho ja, warna abhi auto se kood jaunga…”

“baap ka raaj hai kya…”

“nahi raaj toh The Ron ka hai…….lol…”
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“bhai, ye aap kya kar rahe ho ? aur baat kis-se kar rahe ho…”sadak ke kinare auto rok-kar auto wale ne mujhse puchha…

Aksar jab mere andar mauzood meri dono antaratmaye aapas me baat ya bahas karti hai toh sab silent mode me hota hai jis-se saamne wale ko kuch nahi pata chalta lekin aaj pata nahi kaise humara volume tej ho gaya tha… jiska aabhas mujhe autowale ne karaya….

“dude, this is the psychological thing, you won’t understand….”

“main kuch samjha nahi…”

“dekha, maine pahle hee bola tha ki tu nahi samjhega… ha..ha..ha.. you poor people, tu dimag mat chala, auto chala…”
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River View Colony se thodi door maine auto rukwaya aur jaise hee autowale ne auto roka main turant auto me se koodkar bina paise diye waha se bhaga…. NH-6 me bhagte hue maine peechhe palat kar dekha, wo autowala bhi apna auto chhodkar mere peechhe bhag raha tha aur bhagta bhi kyun na… use 700  dene ka maine vaada jo kiya tha… sale , chodu samajh ke rakhe hai public ko… mana ki NH-6 ki badaulat main aaj-kal kafi rahis hoon lekin aise free me thodi paisa batunga… jab ye bhosdiwale mere se itna paisa le rahe hai toh phhir aam-aadmi ki toh gand hee maar lete honge… sabko…sabko ek-ek karke line me launga.

Auto se koodkar bhagte hue maine socha tha ki thodi door tak mera peechha karne ke baad wo autowala wapas laut jayega, lekin wo BC peechhe hatne ka naae hee nahi le raha tha… bhagte-bhagte uska kaleja muh ko aa gaya tha…lekin wo phhir bhi apna kaleja muh me liye mere peechhe daude ja raha tha…

“abey chutiye, 700 ke peechhe mat bhag, kahi koyi tera auto lekar udd gaya toh… chus lena phhir…”bhagte hue main ruka aur mudkar mere peechhe bhag rahe autowale se bola… jise sunkar wo autowala ruka aur phhir thodi der wahi khada kuch sochta raha….

“kutra…nahi toh. tu dobara milna kabhi mujhe… saat sau ka saat hazar na wasoola toh kahna… dukkar,sala”itna bolkar wo autowala wapas laut gaya aur main phhir bade aaram se apne flat tak aaya….

“maza aa gaya aaj toh, dekha be 2.0… tune kabhi aisa kuch kiya tha kya”

“aise chhote kaam main nahi karta…”

Room ke andar jakar maine apne wo kapde nikale jinhe pahankar main Vandana Rathi ke ghar dinner par jaane wala tha.. maine apne shoes bhi polish kiye aur ant me perfume dhoondane laga… par mere paas toh perfme tha hee nahi. pichhale ek-dedh saal se toh main Varun ka perfume use kar raha tha…. uske baad na toh kabhi zaroorat padi aur na hee mujhe kabhi yaad aaya…. Anyway, maine shower lene ka socha aur towel lekar bathroom me ghusa… wo bhi itni thandi me, wo bhi ek ladki ke liye… is tarah main aaj back to back do baar apni hee nazar me gir gaya tha… main kafi der tak chuppi saadhe apni aankh band karke bathroom ke bahar khada raha aur phhir jo do paap maine aaj kiye hai, unko dhone ke liye bathroom ka darwaja khola….

“abey, bhosad…. Ye toh main gate hai… band kar lawda, itni thandi-thandi hawa aa rahi hai…”

“sorry…”main gate band karke maine us gate ko khola jisar maine BTR likha hua tha aur bathroom ke andar jakar gate lock karne laga…

“par main bathroom ka darwaja andar se kyun lock kar raha hoon, yaha toh main akele rahta hoon… yaad aaya… Aradhna… good strategy… par yadi usko andar aana hee hoga toh wo darwaja knock thodi karegi…. wo toh direct yahi prakat ho jayegi….”

Mujhe shower lena bahut pasand hai bole toh mere pasandida chizo me se ek hai aur Shower ke neeche bheegte hue zindagi ke baare me sochane ka toh maza hee kuch aur hai, khas-kar ki ye sochna ki life me mujhe aage kya karna chahiye. Yahi wo jagah hai jaha mere andar ki creativity bahar aati hai… yahi mere plans bante hai aur yahi wo jagah hai jaha main full 100 % serious rahta hoon… 100 % nahi, 99 %... 100 % toh physics ke khilaf hai aur main aisa koyi bhi kaam nahi karta jo physics ke khilaf ho… 

shower ke neeche soch-vichar karne ki meri ye aadat bahut purani hai, ye mere bachpan ki un gini chuni aadato me se hai jo mere college tak ka padav aar kar gayi aur ab tak barkarar hai…. maine yun shower ke neeche sochne-vicharne ka kaam college me bhi bahut kiya tha…par usme thoda fark tha , us samay main apne future ke baare me nahi balki Esha ke baare me socha karta tha… maine apne char saal shower ke neeche Esha ke baare me sochne me vyateet kiya lekin phhir bhi..…anyway,

mujhe nahi lagta ki is-se badi nakamyabi aur jillat ki baat mere liye koyi aur ho sakti hai… par abhi main apne future ke baare me soch raha tha yani ki Vandana Rathi ke baare me, jo is waqt apne ghar me khade hokar ya phhir gand ke bal baithe hue mere liye lunch taiyar kar rahi hogi…

“lunch nahi…dinner…”

“dinner ? raat ho gayi kya…”

“raat hee toh hai be…”

“oh.k… sala aise bhi koyi confuse hota hai kya…”
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Iske baad maine decide kiya ki ab main kuch aur nahi sochunga, warna jitna sochunga utna hee confuse hota jaunga…

“ye kya tha… chod behan…. aisa laga jaise kisi ne mere kandhe me koyi nukili chiz ghop di ho….”maine apne kandhe par hath fera toh paya ki mere kandhe me ek pin jo 3-4 inch lambi hogi wo aadhi ghusi hui thi… pin kafi patli, magar lambi thi… jo shayad shower ke paani ke jariye hee aaya tha… sala

Maine apne kandhe se wo pin nikali , mere kandhe me jaha wo pin ghusi thi waha se ab halka-halka khoon nikal raha tha… maine ispar jyada dhyan nahi diya aur phhir se shower ke maje lene laga… lekin thodi der baad mere dusare kandhe me phhir se waisa hee dard hua, jaisa pahli baar hua tha… is baar dard ki intensity thodi jyada thi…

“abki baar char pins… colony ke secratery se complain karni padegi…”un charo lambi pins ko nikal kar neeche fekte hue maine kaha…. “acha hua lund me nahi laga, warna… dahine hath ka exercise kuch din ke liye rook jata…”

Lekin uske baad toh jaise iska silsila hee shru ho gaya…har minute-do minute me shower ke through mere sharir me pins ghus rahi thi aur main tha ki shower ke neeche se hatne ka naam hee nahi le raha tha… dheere-dheere shower ke paani me lambi, nukili pins ki sankhya badhti gayi aur usi ke sath mere shari ke zakhm bhi… par main showerke neeche se nahi hata…. Mere sharir ke kayi hisso se khoon ki dharaye chalni shuru ho gayi… lekin main wahi mazbooti se data raha . maine gaur kiya ki jaise-jaise samay beet raha tha…waise-waise paani ki matra kam hoti ja rahi thi aur pani ki jagah pin baras rahe the… mujhe tabhi samajh jaana chahiye tha ki ye kya ho raha hai, par us samay jaise mere dimag ne kaam karna band kar diya tha ya phhir main ye kahu ki is samay mera dimag itna jyada kaam kar raha tha ki mujhe kuch aur sochane ki zaroorat hee nahi thi… na toh mujhe apne dard ki parvaah thi aur na hee apne khoobsurat chehre ka nukili pins ke jariye bigadne ka koyi gham tha…. shower se dheere-dheere paani kam hota gaya aur phhir ek samay aisa aaya , jab shower se paani ki jagah tez aawaz ke sath puri tarah lambi-lambi pin barasne lagi… main har pal, har seconds un pins ko apne sharir me chubhte hue dekh raha tha. mere pure sharir me pins ghusi hui thi aur dheere-dheere mere sharir se khoon ris raha tha… main kaafi der tak aise khada khud ko dekhta raha aur phhir ek waqt aisa aaya jab mera khada rahna bhi mushqil ho gaya….

Mere pair mere sharir ka vazan nahi utha pa rahe the aur pure sharir se khoon bahne ke karan mera sharir neela padne laga tha… thodi hee der me mujhe mere dil ki dhadkane sunayi dene lagi, jo ki dheere-dheere… dheeli pad rahi thi…. aur phhir mere dil ki dhadkane band ho gayi aur isi ke sath meri aankhe bhi….. par main mara nahi tha, main ab bhi soch sakta tha… main kalpanaye kar sakta tha… main ab bhi Vandana Rathi ke bade-bade doodh imagine kar sakta tha…

“Arman bahar nikal… mom ise bolo na ki bahar nikle, kab se andar ghusa hua hai…”mere kaano me ye aawaz padi, jise sunkar main turant jaan gaya ki main kaha hoon….

“itna dard… abhi tak aisa lag raha hai jaise pins chubhi hui hai…”shower band karne ke baad apne pure sharir ko dekhkar main badbadaya….
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Bathroom se bahar aakar main taiyar hone laga… par kisliye ? mujhe toh is waqt ye bhi nahi maloom ki main yaha kitne baje tapka hoon… lekin phhir bhi main taiyar hua aur taiyar hokar Maa ke paas gaya… ek toh mujhe aajtak ye samajh nahi aaya ki moms aksar kitchen me kyun hoti hai… din-bhar kitchen me kuch na kuch khutur-putur karte rahti hai… main kitchen me apni maa ke paas gaya aur bola…

“hey, beautiful lady…come here”

Par meri maa ne mujhe completely ignore mar diya , jiske baad apni insult ko cover karte hue maine kaha ki “mom, kya aapko pata hai ki main shower lene ke baad kaha jaane wala tha…?”

“tuition jayega aur kaha jayega… khelne gaya toh taange tod dungi, pata nahi basketball khelne ka kya naya junoon sawar hua hai… pure ghar ko basketball court bana rakha hai... wo bucket jo tune deewar par taang kar rakha hai use nikal de warna mujhse bura koyi nahi hoga…”

“ kya mom, ab main ek yugpurush hoon…”

Main kitchen se bahar nikla aur apne room ki deewar me dekha, jaha maine plastic ki bucket ka surface kaatkar deewar se taang diya tha aur usme basketball dalne ki practice kiya karta tha… maine basketball uthaya aur bucket me basket karke tuition ke liye nikal gaya…..
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Kitna achchha lagta hai apne bachpan ko dobara jeekar…. Jaha meri maa thi…mera bada bhai tha, ek rahis baap tha aur mera ek alag room… jaha main jab chahu mutth maar sakta tha… jaha tarah-tarah ki suvidhaye bhi thi…. kayi logo ko toh iska 1 % bhi naseeb nahi hota aur main aksar bhagwan se complain karte rahta hoon ki usne mera sath nahi diya…. Par meri zindagi me ek chiz ki hamesha se kami thi wo thi dream ki…ek goal ki… mera koyi sapna nahi tha, mera koyi aim nahi tha ki main zindagi me kya banna chahta hoon…. School me sochta tha ki scientist banunga , phhir socha ki indian ambassy , phhir collector, phhir superintendent of police aur phhir jab kuch wahiyat movie dekhi toh socha ki inse achchhi movie toh main bana sakta hoon…isliye kuch mahine mere dimag me Movie director banne ka bhi chuluk sawar raha… main aksar logo ko dekhta aur unhe apni movie me role de deta… par main apni movie me kabhi koyi lead role nahi le paya... kyunki mujhe ek aise kirdar ki zaroorat thi, jo mujhse bhi ek kadam aage ho par sala aisa koyi mila hee nahi… isliye maine movie banana ka plan drop kar diya… par sach toh ye tha ki main inme se kuch nahi ban paya,isliye nahi kyunki mere andar talent nahi tha balki isliye kyunki maine kabh koshish hee nahi ki, actually jo main kahna chahta hoon wo ye ki insaan ke andar chahe kitna bhi talent kyun na ho yadi wo koshish nahi karega toh jhat ka ek baal bhi nahi ukhad payega…. Par is waqt main koshish kar raha tha…. is waqt main apne physics teacher Amarnath Shukla ji ke yaha tuition padhne aaya hua tha aur Rocket propulsion ka ek numerical solve kar raha tha…..

“kyun be tera rocket uda ya nahi….”mujhe kafi der tak ek question me joojhate dekh Varun ne haste hue puchha….

“udega…udega. Gravity thoda problem create kar raha hai…”

“chhod na, waise bhi ye question exam me nahi aane wala, yadi aaya toh main apni moochhe katwa lunga…”

“teri moochhe hee kaha hai”

“jab aayegi, tab katwa lunga… chal chhod na.. T.V. dekh power rangers aa raha hai, Amaru sir abhi andar apna pet bhar rahe hai tab tak ek-do episode dekh le…warna phhir baad me mujhse puchhega ki kya hua…”waha mauzood dusare laundo ki taraf dekh kar Varun bola “puchhega so puchhega… wo main bata dunga , lekin ye lawda bolta hai ki main action karke ise dikhau ki kaise hero ne villain ko mara aur phhir ant-shant jagah se mujhe kudwata rahta hai….”

“kitna cute hoon na main, chal ab question solve karne de…. Mujhe bada hokar scientist banna hai… waise Gravity se mujhe yaad aaya ki main kal kuch soch raha tha….”

“maar sale ko…maar, maa chod de us bahan ke lawde ki…. “T.V. me apni nazar gadaye hue Varun ne puchha “kya soch raha tha ? zaroor Shweta ke baare me soch raha hoga…use pata kyu nahi leta, itna toh line deti hai…ab kya tere saamne nude hokar wo aaye tabhi tu use wo 3 magical words bolega”

“nahi be, Shweta ke baare me nahi soch raha tha… main darasal apne baare me soch raha tha… ab dekh…School ka sabse handsome launda kaun…?”

“kaun..”

“abey main… aur kaun… School ka sabse smart aur intelligent launda kaun…? phhir se main… School me aisa kaun hai jo sports me school ka name roshan karta hai…? jawab hai…main. Pure school ka topper kaun…? main. Last year swami Vivekanand ke anniversary me inter-school quiz contest kaun jeeta tha…? main… School ke functions me function ki shaan kaun badhata hai…main ? School me sabse jyaa Physics kis-se banti hai…? ek baar phhir se….main…main… main. Main hoon… main hee hoon, sirf main hee hoon…. kaha main aur kaha tum sab…salo mujhe dekhkar tumlog ko sharam nahi aati kya…? Aaj se aap kahkar baat kiya karo mujhse… gandi naali ke keede-makodo… ma-baap ne tum logo ko kuch sikhaya-nahi hai kya… chutiyo”dahadte hue maine kaha

“tu kahna kya chahta hai be…”

“oh,sorry… wo toh main bhool hee gaya… darasal main kahna ye chahta hoon ki School me mera wahi role hai, jo Physics me Gravity ka hai…”

“hmm… is hisab se dekha jaye toh phhir tere papa toh Newton hue… hai na ? ”

“sale, Arman se Mazak karta hai…”

“chup kar aur chup-chap apna rocket uda… mujhe Power Rangers dekhne de…. bada aaya… main…main…main, sala ATMAKAMI”
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Aur maine aisa hee kiya , maine Varun ki baat maan li aur apna rocket udane me busy ho gaya… abki baar mera rocket uda aur seedhe chaand me pahucha…. i mean question tha ki Moon me pahuchne ke liye rocket ko kitna samay lagega… 
Amarnath Shukla sir, jo ki school me humare Physics teacher the aur jinke yaha hum physics ki coaching karne jaate the wo andar apna pet bhar rahe the aur mujhe chhodkar baaki launde T.V. dekh rahe the… infact Amaru sir ne khud kaha tha ki jab tak wo aate hai, hum log t.v. dekhe… normally is situation me teachers apne students ko revision marne ke liye kahte hai… lekin humare Physics teacher ki toh baat hee nirali thi aur yahi wazah thi ki hum unke yaha padhne jaya karte the…. Lekin meri nazar t.v. par nahi thi kyunki us samay toh mujhe scientist banne ka bukhar chadha hua tha….

“ye…ye kya dekh raha rahe ho tum log….”Dakar marte hue andar se bahar wale room me aate hue Shukla ji ne puchha…

“kuch nahi sir, bas aise…hee”

“is-se achchha toh bf dekh lete yar… CDs wahi t.v. ke upar padi hai… kya bakchod ho yar…”

“wo sir, dhyan nahi diya… warna bf hee dekhte aur phhir aapki biwi ko chodte ”Shukla ji ki baat sunkar maine kaha…………..mann me.
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Toh is tarah Shukla ji se mujhe khali samay me bf dekhne prerna mili aur humari aaj ki class shuru hui. Shukla ji bade moodie aadmi the aur full josh me physics padhate the aur jab physics padhate-padhate wo jhad jate I mean thak jate tab wo apni ek-do story humse share karne lagte aur abhi bhi waisa ho raha tha…. book ke jis rocket ko maine thodi der pahle udakar chaand par pahuchaya tha, usi rocket ko Shukla ji bhi udane ki koshish kar rahe the… par unka rocket udna toh door hil bhi nahi raha tha, jiske baad maine sir ko free falling ka concept diya aur unke rocket ko bhi chandrama me land karwaya… woooh… mujhe toh astronaut hona chahiye tha, phhir main bhi Interstellar movie ki tarah black hole me ghusta… anyway…
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“bahut hard question tha yar, well done Arman… waise rocket ke udne se mujhe yaad aaya ki ek baar main bhi flight me udkar apne mauseri didi ke paas gaya tha….”

“lijiye chay…”Sir ko beech me hee disturb karke unki wife boli aur chay dene ke liye thoda neeche jhuki….

“abey Varun, Shukla ji ki biwi ka pond dekh ke bata toh ki… kitna bada hai… jhuki hui hai toh mast clear dikhega… ye bade-bade pond.. beech me vertically darar… mann karta hai, chipak jaun”khush-fusate hue maine Varun se kaha aur Varun ne apni gardan tedhi karke angdayi lene ke bahane Shukla ji ki biwi ka pond dekha

“bahut bada hai be…”

“aahhhhh…uske pond me ek laat maar na, maza aayega”

“bhag bhosdike…”

“uske pond me kiss karna…”

“pond-chatta…”

Shukla ji ki biwi ne jhuk-kar Shukla ji ko chay di aur wahi khadi rahi kyunki last time Shukla ji ne chay peene ke baad cup, hume parabolic curve samjhane ke liye fek diya tha…

“toh kaha tha main…”chay peete hue Shukla ji ne puchha…

“sir… aap, udkar apni mauseri didi ke paas gaye the…”

“haan, kya batau tum logo ko… main apni didi ke paas salo baad gaya tha aur shuru me toh main unhe pahchan bhi nahi paya tha…. tum logo ko pata hai , unke itne bade-bade doodh the… ye itne bade-bade dooddha”apne hath se apni mauseri didi ke doodh ka size batate hue Sir ne kaha… jo ki humare liye kafi awkward situion thi… aur wo bhi tab jab Mrs. Amarnath waha mauzood ho .

hum sab bahut jor-jor se hasna chahte the… lekin Shukla ji ki biwi ke waha hone ke karan hum logo ne apni hasi daba rakhi thi, maine Shukla ji ki biwi ko dekha…wo bhi is samay awkward situation me thi par isko chhipane ke liye wo mand-mand muskurane lagi thi… hum sab apni hasi dabaye baithe hue the… kuch ko toh itni hasi aa rahi thi ki hasi dabane ke chakkar me unhe buri tarah khasi aane lagi aur tab maine socha ki, BC ye toh past hai… kya ukhad legi Shukla ki biwi.. aur main dahad mar-markar hasne laga…jis-se baki log jo abhi tak apni hasi daba ke rakhe hue the…wo bhi hasne lage…. Humara is tarah hasna Shukla ji ki biwi ko kuch khas pasand nahi aaya tha aur isme char chand lagate hue maine apna hath unki taraf kiya aur unhe ishare kar-kar ke hasne laga, jis-se wo serious ho gayi… lekin mujhe maloom tha ki Shukla ji ke hote hue wo mere jhat ka ek baal bhi nahi ukhad sakti…. 

Toh is tarah intentionally aur unintentionally, jo bhi kah lo… maine Shukla ji ki biwi ki pel ke insult ki aur us din mere bheje me ek baat ghusi ki yaadi aapke paas ekka, badshah hai toh phhir nahle, dahle se nahi darna chahiye…. Us din sirf itna hee kaand nahi hua, us din tution me ek aur kaand hua tha jo ki Shukla ji ki biwi ko bahut bura laga tha… hua darasal ye tha ki Shukla ji ka wo barbaad launda jisne bus-stand me apne se kayi saal badi ladki ko propose mara tha… uske propose ki khabar Shukla ji ko kisi ne phone par de…de thi aur jab sham ko unka ladka bahar gand marwa kar wapas ghar aaya toh unhone use pyar se puchkar kar apne paas bulaya aur uske baal sahlakar apne seene se lagate hue bade pyar se bole….

“humara chhutku na, jis claas me padhta hai… us-se ek class aage ki meaning yaad karke rakha hua hai… kitna hoshiyar hai… humara chhutku… …….. madarchod nahi toh…”apne bête ke sar ka baal kheechkar uske gaal par back to back jordar thappad marte hue Shukla ji ne kaha… “madarchod, bhosdiwale… aaj raat ko main tujhse meaning puchhunga aur yadi wo yaad nahi hui na toh tere gand me danda daalkar pure mohalle me nanga ghumaunga…sale, harami… padhna likhna toh kuch hai nahi… ladkiyo ko chhedta hai…”
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Shukla ji achanak se itne hyper ho gaye the ki wo apne bete ko lagatar marte jaa rahe the aur main waha dusari taraf baitha ye gin raha tha ki wo kitna thappad kha chukka hai….

“30…31…32….33….wow… aaj toh full entertain kar diya Shukla ji ne, 38…39…40.. common shukla ji…century maar do aaj, chahe toh tea-break le lo…”

“heee… heeee”hum logo ki taraf dekh kar Shukla ji bole “heee , tumlog bhi maro is harami ko… maa chod dalo iski….”

Lekin hum log shant baithe rahe, bhala hum log kaise Shukla ji ke bete ko maar sakte the… isliye hum log apni-apni jagah par shant baithe rahe…. jis-se abki baar khisiya kar Shukla ji ne humse kaha…

“kamal hai yar, iska baap bol raha hai phhir bhi nahi maar rahe ho… arey maro, is harami ko…. Kaise shant baithe ho tum sab, bakchod-vakchod ho ka…”

Aur phhir main apni jagah se utha aur Shukla ji ke launde ka baal pakd kar use apni taraf kheecha aur ek laat kaskar uske pichhwade me di, jis-se wo girte hue andar wale room me gira… main bhi andar wale room me gaya…jaha uski maa yani ki Shukla ji ki biwi apne aankho me aansu liye ek kinare baithkar subak rahi thi… maine Shukla ji ki biwi ke saamne uske bete ko laat se marna shuru kar diya aur kayi tariko se uchak-uchak kar style se mara… Shukla ji ki biwi ke saamne main bahut der tak uske bete ko laat se, hath se , kohni se aur ghutno se pelta raha aur phhir jab marte-marte thak gaya toh Shukla ji ki biwi ke paas gaya aur bola….

“tujhe yaad hai, kuch din pahle… jab main tere yaha T.V. par power rangers dekh raha tha toh tune role me t.v. band kar diya tha aur mujhe, specially mujhe chamkaya tha ki yaha aate ho toh sirf padhai par dhyan diya karo…. Remember… bas usi ka badla hai ye….ab se apni aukat me rahna warna next time tere bete ko nahi tujhe marwaunga ….Got it, now get lost…. You, ugly bitch”

Mujhe nahi pata par kya kisi ne gaur kiya ki maine beech me ek sentence add kiya tha ki kisi ne Amarnath sir ko phone karke uske bete ki kartoot batayi thi… actually wo main hee tha, jisne Amarnath sir ko phone kiya tha… pahli vazah ye ki Amarnath sir ke launde ne jis laundi ko chheda tha, wo koyi aur nahi balki meri school life crush thi aur dusari vazah ye ki mujhe Amarnath sir ki biwi se apna hisaab chukana tha… is tarah main phone ke through ek teer chalaya aur un dono ka shikar kar liya…. 
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Tuition ke baad main apne ghar aaya aur apne time travel ke baare me gahan chintan me doob gaya… maine kafi dimag lagaya , ghanto dimag lagaya…ji-se mujhe ek baat jo ye pata chali ki main jaise past me enter hota hoon waisich yaha se exit bhi hota hoon… phhir chahe school Bus ke through aana-jana ho ya phhir relative motion ke through… har baar aisich hee hota hai…

“yani ki yaha se jaate waqt mujhe phhir se un pins ke chubhne ka dard sahna padega… oh my physics … anyway, let’s do it…mere yaha aane me koyi control nahi hai lekin yaha se jaane me toh hona chahiye….”

Chapter-24: Ambiguously Unambiguous

Main apne room se bahar aaya aur raat ke 10 baje kadake ki thand me bathroom ke andar ghusa aur shower chalu kiya…. Aadhe ghante tak shower ke neeche kanpte rahne ke baad bhi mere sharir me ek bhi pins aakar nahi lagi

“lagta hai ye experiment fail ho gaya…haaaau… gand fat gayi re, itni thand me…. hooooooo….. haaaaa… aao na behanchodo, kiski gand me ghuse ho…. ”
Aur jab thodi aur der tak mera plan kamyab nahi hua toh main shower ke neeche se hata aur apne sharir ki taraf dekh kar bola….

“hat madarchod… chutiya samajh rakha hai kya…”

Aur tabhi meri nazar mere dahine kandhe par padi jaha ek lambi, nukili keel mere kandhe me ghusi hui thi aur waha se khoon ris raha tha… jise dekhkar main khus bhi hua aur chauka bhi… kyunki abki baar pins ki size double thi. shower ki taraf dekhkar main shower ke neeche aaya, itne me ek keel shower ke paani ke sath aayi aur seedhe mere dahine aankh me ghusi…..

“iski toh….dhatt”apni aankh se keel nikal kar maine kaha par keel ke sath-sath mere aankh ke kuch bhag bhi nikal aaye the… maine bathroom me lage mirror me khud ko dekha… meri aankh ke beecho-beech gahra chhed ho chuka tha aur waha se khoon bhi nikal raha tha.

iske baad jo silsila chalu hua, wo chalta hee raha… bole toh mera pura sharir keelo se chhalli ho gaya... mera sharir dheere-dheere kamzor pad raha tha aur pahle ki tarah is baar bhi mujhe mere dil ki dhadkane sunayi dene lagi… tabhi bathroom ke gate me kisi ne dastak di….

“Arman tu…. Naha raha hai ? is waqt…. Tera dimag toh sahi hai na…. mom-dad… dekho Arman raat ke 10 baje naha raha hai…”

maine bathroom ka darwaja khola aur bheegte hue Vipin bhaiya ko middle finger dikhakar bola “chusega kya…” aur phhir unhe dekhte hee dekhte mere ankho ke samne ek pal me scene aise change hua…jaise bathroom… bathroom nahi balki lift ho aur satak se upar wale floor me pahucha diya ho…mera matlab Vipin bhaiya ko jab maine wo do magical word “chusega kya..” bola tab uske baad mujhe kuch nahi dikha, maine apni palke jhapkayi aur jab aankh khola toh vartman me tha…maine apne pure sharir ko dekha, kahi koyi nishan nahi tha…

“delusions….”explain it

“kisi doctor ke paas kyun nahi jata…”

“you mean psychiatrist…”

“jo bhi bolte ho…”

“main psychiatrist ke paas jaunga toh meri izzat down nahi ho jayegi aur waise bhi kua pyase ke paas aata hai, pyasa kue ke paas nahi jata... I accept ki mujhe koyi serious bimari hai …lekin mujhe is-se problem nahi hai… jise problem ho wo ilaaz karwaye…. Mera kya hai, main 4-D man hoon, jaha kuch galat hua toh time reset maar dunga”

Mujhe pichhale kuch dino se ek ajeeb hee adat lag gayi thi aur wo thi har jagah suit pahan kar jaane ki… phhir chahe main dus kadam door cigarette lene hee kyun na gaya hoon… yaha tak ki apne chhat se Vandana Rathi ke chhat par maine jump bhi suit pahan kar mara tha… yaha tak ki NH-6 me loot bhi. maine aaine ke saamne aakar ek cigarette jalayi aur dhua chhodte hue khud ko aaine me dekhne laga… mere gaal thode pichak gaye the aur meri aankho ke neeche kali jharriya bhi padne lagi thi… honth bhi pahle ki tulna me kafi kale ho gaye the ,jispar se mere chehre me kayi jagah kate-fate nishan mere chehre ki sundarta me char-chand laga rahe the…. Par ek chiz mujhe jo bahut pasand aayi wo ye ki meri ye halat suit me kafi jach rahi thi…. bole toh apun ko is waqt full criminal wali feeling aa rahi thi… maine aaine me hee deewar me tangi ghadi ko dekha aur khud par chillaya…

“abey 10 baj rahe hai, ladkiyo ki tarah taiyar hona band kar…kaun sa Vandana Rathi tujhe choot de degi…”

“nahi degi toh phhir rape hoga… waise bhi sirf yahi bura kaam bach gaya hai meri zindagi me karne ko…”

“chal phhir aaj ho hee jaye…”

“pakka…”

“aur nahi toh kya… waise bhi mujhe kya parwah…mujhe toh bas kand karna hai… jhelna toh tujhe padega,jab wo tere khilaf rape ka case thokegi…”

“itna bakchod dikhta hoon kya main… jo rape karne ke baad zinda chhod dunga. ye gun maine photo khichkar facebook..whatsapp me d.p. dalne ke liye nahi liya hai… ek goli choot me aur ek goli gaand me…total do goli marunga… do taraf se marunga…wo bhi pata hai kaise…”

“kaise…”

“gun ki nali uske choot aur gand ke andar dalne ke baad gun upar ki oor ghuma dunga… zara soch ke dekh toh wo scene…”

“chal na…ab…”

Aur is tarah main 10:30 baje mere aur VR ke flat ki jo jhat barabar common boundary wall thi use koodkar Vandana Rathi ke flat ke garden me pahucha... par jab maine Vandana Rathi ke flat par nazar dali toh paya ki uske pure flat ki light band thi…

“kahi, isne mujhe chodu toh nahi bana diya…? Ki khud dinner karne bahar gayi hogi aur main yaha bhookha maru… nahi, car toh iski yahi hai…wo bhi ek nahi do-do… ye dusari car kiski hai… yaad aaya… ye toh wahi car hai jo us din Vandana Rathi ke ghar ke bahar khadi thi jis din wo do police wale aaye the…kya name tha un thullo ka… ek ka Shriwas aur ek ka Shivaprasad…. huh.bakwas name… par R.Rathi ne apne ghar ki battiya kyun band rakhi hai…? zaroor candle night dinner ka programme rakha hoga… kahi mujhe ye shadi ke liye propose toh nahi marne wali…? Wow, I’m so excited…anyway sabse pahle Vandana Rathi ke car ka tyre puncture karta hoon…yesss…”

Aur aisa karne ke baad maine R.Rathi ke darwaje par dastak di… ek baar nahi do baar nahi…pure barah baar lekin Vandana mam ne darwaja nahi khola…

mujhe waha se wapas chale jana chahiye tha… kyunki ho sakta hai ki Vandana mam ne mujhse office me aise hee kah diya ho aur phhir bhool gayi ho ya phhir kafi der tak mera intezaar ki ho aur jab main nahi aaya toh khana khakar so gayi ho… ye common sense ki baat thi, mujhe samajhna chahiye tha aur waha se chale jana chahiye tha… lekin maine aisa nahi kiya… main waha se nahi gaya aur Vandana Rathi ki darwaja kafi der tak jor-jor se khatkhata raha…

“aise kaise so jayegi, lawda… kab tak darwaja nahi kholegi… mere paas puri raat hai…puri raat. puri raat iska darwaja khatkhatata rahunga aur phhir aakhir me tod dunga… iske baap ka bhosda… mazak bana rakha hai… AR-Man ka”ye bolkar maine jor se terahvi bar bhi darwaja khatkhataya aur jab is baar bhi andar se koyi response nahi aaya toh… maine uchak kar darwaje me ek laat mari aur is baar darwaje aawaz itni jor se hui ki main khud dar gaya… 

“teri maa ka lund, tere baap ka bhosda… Randi Rathi…” bolkar maine ek aur baar uchak kar darwaje par laat mari…

“ruko…”abki baar andar se aawaz aayi, jiske thodi der baad aawaz dene wali bhi bahar aayi…

“Arman tum, mujhe laga tha ki tum hoge…”jamhayi lete hue Vandana Rathi boli par main jaan gaya ki uski jamhayi natural nahi hai… 

“kaun hai ye…”thode gusse me andar andhere me se ek aur aaawaz bahar aayi… kisi mard ki aawaz…

“sala, ye kaun kahani me new character aa gaya…ise toh maine dala hee nahi…”andhere me us aawaz ki taraf dekhte hue maine socha…par mujhe siway ghupp andhere ke kuch nahi dikha… “mere kaan toh nahi baj rahe, ya sach me andar koyi hai…”

“Arman raat ke 11 baje rahe hai…”mujhe dekh-kar Vandana Rathi boli…

Nahi… actually usne pahle mujhe dekha aur phhir kaha… ya phhir pahle kaha aur phhir dekha… ya phhir kahte hue dekha hoga ya dekhte hue kaha hoga, ye bhi ho sakta hai ki usne mujhe dekha na ho… main ekdum sure nahi tha… kyunki VR ke flat ki sabhi lights off thi aur mujhe sirf itna dikh raha tha ki ek lady nightgown pahankar mujhse kuch doori me apne flat ke darwaje ke paas khadi hai…. lekin wo mujhe saaf-saaf dekh sakti thi kyunki mere flat ki boundary me jalne wala bulb itna prakash phaila raha tha ki meri shakl us mahila ko dikh sake… in short, Main Mahan, Mera bulb Mahan…. 

par ab ek sawal jo mere mann me strike kiya wo ye ki wo nightgown me randi jaisi dikhne wali mahila aakhir thi…. kaun aur itni raat ko main yaha kya kar raha hoon… mujhe toh abtak mutth markar so jana chahiye tha…

“two point o… ? ye raand kaun hai be”

“Rathi hai be…”

“oh, got it…”nightgown pahan kar andhere me mere saamne khadi Rathi ko dekhkar maine khud se kaha “mast nightgown pahni hai… is-se chodne me aasani hogi. bas deewar ke paas le jakar is kutiya ko kutiya banao aur nightgown uthakar, chaddi neeche khiskakar chodne lag jao… I like this simplicity.”

“Arman…raat ke 11 baj rahe hai…”

“aapne dinner ka vaada kiya tha… aaj…. shayad”

“oh…toh isliye tum yaha aaye ho, come on Arman… tum bhi jante ho ki maine mazak kiya tha… lagta hai tumne dil pe le liya”

“behan ki lawdi, teri dayi ka pond… bahut dil pe le liya…le liya , dialogue maar rahi hai… jis din main marunga na toh muh se moot nikal jayega…”

“again lip reading… waise boundary wala gate toh maine lock kiya hai, tum andar kaha se aa gaye..”

“time mam… time… Time is the most powerful weapon of the mankind and you are wasting it by…”

“aage bolo… ye main pahle bhi sun chuki hoon”

“mera matlab tha time bachane ke liye main boundary kood kar aaya…gate ki taraf maine dhyan nahi diya…”

“Vandana ise bolo, ab ye yaha se jaye…”ek baar phhir andhere me khada insaan thode gusse se bola aur jiske baad Vandana Rathi us baat ko repeat karti uske pahle hee boundary kood kar time bachate hue main apne flat me aa gaya….

“Madarchod, mann toh kar raha hai ki iska sar deewar me patak-patak kar chodu aur phhir chodne ke baad ise jinda jala doon… iski toh toh maiyya chod dunga, bas kisi din mood ban jaye mera…. Jo Daddu ne us randi ke sath kiya, wo main iske sath karunga… nagdi kahi ki…gandmari”
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“ghor bezzati….”….yahi shabd thik rahega us chiz ko bayan karne ke liye jo thodi der pahle mere sath hua tha… nahi ye shabd thoda kamzor hai… 

“ghanghor bezzati…”…ye world sahi rahega….par kya fark padta hai…? par yadi koyi fark nahi padta toh main yaha aadhi raat ko apne chhat par kya kar raha hoon..? kya main Vandana Rathi par nazar rakhne aaya hoon ya phhir jumping-japak ,thumping thapak karne…? Ya phhir aise hee tahalne…? Ya phhir cigarette peene…? 

“Abhi thodi der pahle toh yaad tha…itni jaldi kaise bhool gaya.. 2.0”

“Vandana Rathi par nazar rakhne aur ye dekhne ki wo aadmi kaun hai...”

“good…thank you”
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Aadhi raat ko chhat ke kinare wale hisse me Vandana Rathi ke flat ki taraf muh karke main baitha aur puri raat yun hee baithe-baithe guzar di… is dauran mujhe kayi baar 5-10 minute ki jhapkiya bhi aayi aur mujhe dar bhi laga ki kahi neeche na gir jaun warna yadi neeche gira toh mera sar foot sakta hai aur main mar bhi sakta hoon… lekin marne ke dar se main apne kadam peechhe toh nahi kar sakta na… ye sarasar mere dwara meri khud ki insult hogi… isliye sar ko bachane ke liye maine helmet pahna aur helmet pahan kar puri raat chhat ke kinare baithkar guzar di.. maine kayi baar jhapkiya bhi peli aur kayi baar un jhapkiyo me mujhe bade ajeeb-ajeeb sapne bhi aaye jaise ki main neeche gir raha hoon… jaise ki Arun ko ek ladki ne sandel utar kar mari ho… jaise ki Esha meri zindagi me wapas aa gayi hai par ek sapna sabse ajeeb tha… jisme meri shadi tak ho chuki thi aur mere do launde bhi the… bole toh chhote-chhote Arman par sapne me jo sabse ajeeb aur sabse khas tha wo ye ki meri wife…… meri wife….. Angelina thi. chalo haqiqat me na sahi, sapne me hee sahi… 

…kash ki mera ye sapna sach hota… kitna maza aata yadi Angelina meri wife hoti toh ? full to enjoy… kabhi main us par hawi toh kabhi wo mujh par, hum dono ki mast ladayi hoti, phhir hum dono kuch dino ke liye ek-dusare se baat karna band kar dete aur phhir… ant me, Angelina mujhe mana leti aur phhir …. Iske aalawa main apne laundo ko basketball khelna sikhata, ladkiya patana sikhata aur ye sikhata ki apne teachers se jyada na dare… unke baap ke saamne unke teachers ki koyi aukat nahi hai… yadi unke teachers unhe nahi padhayenge toh unka Yugurush baap unhe padhayega… maine unhe aur bhi kayi chize bhi sikhata aur sath me dialogue marna bhi…

Ek achchhe sapne ki khas baat ye hai ki us sapne ke tootne ke sath dil bhi toot jata hai… that’s the first characteristic of the sweet dream. anyway, maine haar nahi mani aur raat bhar apne mission me data raha… mera luck achchha tha ki main neeche nahi gira aur jab subah hui toh Rathi ke boundary wale gate ke khulne ki aawaz se meri neend achanak khuli…

“ye toh jana-pahchana lag raha hai… yahi kal raat Vandana Rathi ke sath andhere me khada hokar hoshiyari de raha tha… par sala hai kaun, iske paas toh Vandana Rathi se bhi jyada mahangi car hai… bahut rahis hoga lawda…”chhat ke kinare se thoda peechhe hat-te hue maine kaha aur apna helmet utara…

“pura sar jhanna raha hai, aankhe jal rahi hai… khair puri raat jagne ka fayda bhi hua, iski shakl dekhne ke liye baitha tha… wo dekh liya… car aur car ka number bhi dekh liya… not bad… love you Arman, kitna mahan hai tu ”
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Ab jab maine puri raat jasoosi ki thi toh din me chhoti-moti jhapki aana toh aam si baat thi aur tab ye aur aam si baat ho jati hai jab aapki nazar computer screen me pade… ek toh aankh waise bhi jal rahi thi upar se Sharda Enterprises me computer screen par jab bhi meri nazar padti toh meri aankh tez jalan ke karan apne aap band ho jati aur yadi main jabran aankh khol ke computer screen par aankhe gadaye rakhne ki koshish karta toh meri aankh se aansu nikalne lagte… kul milakar Sharda Enterprise me mera aaj ka din kuch thik nahi ja raha tha… upar se aaj jo file mere paas aayi thi, usko lekar Vandana Rathi ne mujhe khas kaha tha ki main use aaj hee complete kar doon, wo bahut important hai. isliye main kaise bhi karke haar nahi maan raha tha… lekin jab computer me kaam karna namumkin ho gaya toh maine apni aankh me eyedrop dali aur kuch der ke liye chair me peechhe sar tikakar apni aankh band kiye ludhak gaya… jiske karan mujhe turant neend bhi aa gayi…

“bhau…Arman bhau… bhau… utho bhau…”mujhe uthate hue kisi ne kaha…lekin meri neend itni gahri thi ki mujhe hosh hee nahi raha ki main is waqt sharda vihar me hoon…. main sota hee raha…

“ye kya bhau… bhau laga rakha hai, ye sharda enterprises hai…tumhara gaanv nahi.. yaha aise dehati words ka istemaal mat kiya karo… itna sikhati hoon tumhe lekin tum ganwar ke ganwar hee rahoge….”

“sorry mam….Arman sir…uthiye..”

Aur phhir main utha. mujhe pata nahi ki neend se jagte waqt mera chehra kaisa tha par mere chehre ka expression dekhkar waha saamne mauzood sab log hasne lage….. jinhe dekhkar maine pahle apni aankhe sahlayi aur phhir bola…

“kya hua…”

“tum so rahe the..Arman…”ekdum thande swar me mere samne khadi Vandana Rathi boli… mujhe uski aawaz pasand aayi aur sath me wo bhi… 

“wo, kal raat ko dinner na karne ki vazah se bhookh ke karan puri raat jag kar bitani padi…”Vandana Rathi ko indirectly taana marte hue maine kaha…jiske baad wo muskura kar waha se apni pond matkate hue chali gayi…. 

Lekin waha Vandana Rathi akele nahi thi, waha Jaggu bhi tha aur sath me R.Princy bhi…

“tumne kal raat dinner nahi kiya…. Kya tumhare paas paise nahi the..”Vandana Rathi ke waha se jaane ke baad Princy boli…

jise maine ignore mara aur apne pant ki jeb me hath dalkar neend me khade hue apne lund ko adjust karne laga… jispar Princy ne ek baar phhir apna sawal dohraya…

“ye behan ki lodi…kab mere jitna hoshiyar hogi aur samjhegi ki dusare ke matter me kuch nahi bolna chahiye aur tab toh bilkul bhi nahi jab wo matter mera ho…maaaaaaadddhr… main tere.. main tere …. Bhosde me bomb fod dunga… nagdi, madarchod”Princy ko saamne khada dekh maine andar hee andar socha…

“kya tumne sach me kal raat kuch nahi khaya…”

“tu ja na behan…apna kaam kar… please”

“okay, as your wish…mujhe kya”waha se khisakte hue Princy boli

“waise kal raat ko maine sach me khana nahi khaya. Jaggu, ja.. bhagkar ja aur 10 samose bhagkar le aa…paise mere account me add karwa dena.jaldi ja aur jaldi se aa…phhir tujhe bf deta hoon”

“thik hai bhau…sorry… bhau nahi….sir…”
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Eyedrop ki vazah se meri aankho ko aaram mila aur samosa ki vazah se mere pet ko… aur phhir maine file kholi aur 4 baje tak puri file salta kar Yogi-jogi ko mail kar diya….

Mana ki main ek Yugpurush hoon lekin hoon toh ek insaan hee isliye kal raat ko na sone ki vazah se aur aaj dinbhar chair me baithe rahne ki vazah se thakan mujhpar hawi thi… itni hawi ki mera sar beech-beech me buri tarah ghoomne lagta…
yaad hai…jab bachpan me humlog jhat barabar the toh kaise apne dono hath phaila kar gol-gol ghooma karte the aur phhir jab gol-gol ghoomte hue humari gand fat jati thi toh rook jate the… lekin phhir bhi humara sar ghoomte rahta tha… hume aisa lagta ki jaise prithvi ab bhi ghoom rahi ho aur kafi der tak humare sar me dard bhi rahta tha…. same waisich feeling mujhe abhi ho rahi thi… mera matlab mujhe bhi aisa lag raha tha ki jaise pura sharda enterprises mere charo taraf ghoom raha ho,sath me waha mauzood log bhi aur cabins bhi lekin main jaha tha, meri jo position thi…wo fix thi… jaise main surya hoon aur ye sab planets aur sab mere charo taraf ghoom rahe ho… mere charo taraf ghoomte logo ko main apni gardan ghoomakar dekhta lekin unse kuch kahta nahi tha…

Mujhe bathroom jana tha aur main chala bhi jata lekin problem ye thi ki jo raasta bathroom ki taraf jata tha wo raasta bhi speed ke sath mere charo taraf ghoom raha tha… isliye main jab us raaste ki taraf badhta toh wo ghoom kar saamne se hat jata… maine kayi baar koshish bhi ki…ek timing fix ki.. ki itne samay me bathroom ka raasta ek chakkar pura karta hai aur uske according apni seat se uthkar bathroom ki taraf jaane wale raaste me speed ke sath kooda bhi…lekin ya toh main kabhi thoda fast ho jata ya phhir thoda late… kabhi main canteen wale raste me pahuch jata jata toh kabhi exit wale raste me...jaha se phhir mujhe wapas apni seat par aana padta….

Office me jis jagah main baith-ta tha, waha wapas aane me mujhe koyi dikkat nahi ho rahi thi…kyunki wo jagah fix aur stable thi… isliye main bade aaram se kisi bhi raaste se wapas aa jata.... maine phhir se revolution ki timing note ki aur kitne seconds baad sharda enterprises ka kaun sa phase saamne aata hai, use observe karne laga… maine apni desk par rakha ek white paper uthaya aur usme apni observation likhne ke liye pen dhoondhne laga… lekin pen mere paas nahi tha… isliye maine apni imagination ka sahara liya aur apne imagination ke through usme imaginary reading likhne laga… shuru-shuru me toh mujhe problem hui yani ki shuru-shuru me mera kaam nahi bana lekin jab 23rd time tak koshish karne ke baad 24th time me main success hua aur maine us A-4 size ke paper me apne dimag se ek bahut bada circle banaya aur beech me uska center , jaha is waqt main baitha tha… maine us circle ke circumference me kayi section ko denote kiya…jaise ki VR's cabin, way to the canteen & bathroom... 

“20 seconds me ek complete revolution aur 7th second me bathroom wala raasta mere saamne aata hai…start..ek...do...dhai...teen...sadhe teen...char...paanch.....sadhe paanch...chhakka”time dekhte hue main apni desk par chadha aur jaise hee mere ghadi ki sui ne saatwa second indicate kiya… maine desk se chhalang laga di….

“ hail Lord Arman…”bathroom ke raaste me sahi salamat pahuchkar angadayi lete hue maine kaha 

lekin meri problem yahi khatm nahi hui thi… ab main us circle ke stationary point se koodkar moving section me aa gaya tha aur ab main bhi us moving section ke sath ghoom raha tha… isliye bathroom tak pahuchna ab bhi aasan nahi tha… main kabhi dhakka khakar kabhi ek taraf takrata toh kabhi dusari taraf… ek baar toh main girte-girte bacha aur ek baar aisa jor ka jhatka laga ki…. Laga wapas center me pahuch jaunga par maine haar nahi mani aur deewar ke sahare , deewar ko pakadte-pakadte bathroom tak pahucha aur jaise hee bathroom ka darwaja band kiya…. sab kuch normal… sab kuch normal ho gaya… 

Bathroom me apna kaam tamam karne ke baad main bahar nikla toh dekha ki office me mauzood har ek manushya mujhe ghoor kar dekh raha tha… mujhe pata nahi wo sab mere baare me kya soch rahe the aur na hee mujhe iski parvaah hai, lekin jab unhone mujhe ghoorna band nahi kiya toh mera matha thanka aur main chillakar un sabse bola….

“stunt dekh ke pet nahi bhara kya, ab autograph bhi chahiye kya be tum logo ko… apna-apna kaam karo na…”

Jiske turant baad mere computer ke bagal me rakha telephone baja and as expected… phone sexy Vandana ka tha…

“abhi…mere cabin me aao…”

“I’m cumming…”Telephone ka receiver rakhkar maine kaha

Maine apne desk se file uthayi aur apna bag kandhe me taang kar Vandana Rathi ke cabin me pahucha…

“Resignation…”apna resignation letter badi shaleenta se dete hue maine kaha….

“Resignation ?”hairan hokar Vandana mam ne mera resignation letter khola aur phhir mujhe wo letter dikhate hue boli “ye toh blank hai…”

“imagination mam imagination… imagination se maine apna resignation letter type kiya hai, isliye shayad aapko ye blank dikh raha hai par aap yadi apni imagination power ka istemaal karke dekhengi toh payengi ki ye sach me resignation letter hai, jisme maine saaf-saaf likha hai ki abki baar…. Modi Sarkar… nahi Modi Sarkar nahi… maine apni imagination power se likha hai ki abki baar main kisi se sorry nahi bolne wala… phhir last me maine bold me apna name bhi type kiya hua hai… jiska size hai-24, color-black…font-algerian aur toh aur maine underline bhi kiya hua hai aur signature bhi…”

“Arman…this is totally blank…okay…and why the hell are you talking about resignation ?”

“really..i mean…really, you ain’t going to fire me…”

“noooo… who told you that… and never use ain’t contraction. Ain’t isn’t the part of formal english”

“no one… I told to myself… actually I assumed that.. that…”

“you assumed…? hell ”khisiyate hue Vandana mam ne cabin me rakha computer on kiya aur usme sharda enterprises ki video recording play ki…

“oye…ye toh main hoon…”us video recording me khud ko dekhkar main khushi se bola…

“mujhe bhi pata hai ki ye tum ho… lekin tum ye kar kya rahe ho, tumhe nahi lagta aise sab logo ke samne apne desk me chadhkar neeche kood kar bathroom jane ka tumhara tareeka thoda ajeeb hai…. tum chahte kya ho aur tum saabit kya karna chahte ho… humne tumhe wapas Sharda Enterprises me wapas bulaya iska matlab ye nahi ki tum jo aayega wo karoge aur itna hee nahi ye dekho tum phhir bathroom jaate samay khud se khud ko dhakka dekar deewar se takra rahe the… aakhir tum kar kya rahe the, tumhe pata nahi par pichhale do din me tumhare khilaf darjano complain aa chuki hai…”

“jin logo ne complain ki hai unke name mujhe dijiye…kal se complain nahi aayegi… I assure you”

“what….does….that…..mean…”gurrate hue Rathi boli

“that means…. If you want to make your life easy then take the things easy…. Mera matlab aap is chhoti si chiz ko itna bada kyun bana rahi ho… mana ki mera is tarah desk se koodkar bahar aana thoda….thoda…thoda…”

“behuda…”

“haan…behuda…. Mana ki mera aise desk se koodna thoda behada hai, lekin ise aap easy lo na aur yadi main iski tah tak jaun aur aapko pura sach batau… jo ki aap sun-na chahti hai toh… sach ye hai ki us waqt pura office solar system ban gaya tha… you know solar system…? Sun, Planets, moons… asteroids… comets ?”

“continue…”

“ toh pura office mere charo taraf ghoom raha tha… mujhe chakkar aa rahe the, mujhe pata nahi kya ho gaya tha..par wahi ek tarika tha jo mujhe is-se nikal sakta tha… isliye maine aisa kiya…”

Itna bolkar maine samne dekha… Vandana mam mujhe aise ghoor rahi thi jaise maine unki choot ke baare me kuch kah diya ho… wo matlab meri baat sunkar bahut jyada gussa thi… itni gussa ki yadi meri jagah Jagat hota toh wo use madarchod tak bol deti… unhone do-teen lambi-lambi saanse li aur apne gusse ko breathing ke through dissipate karne lagi… 

“if you want to make your life easy, take the things easy…”maine repeat kiya, jise sunkar Vandana mam thoda relax hui…thoda kya… bahut jyada relax hui…

“ise meri baat ab jakar samajh aayi kya…? lagta hai iski English kamzor hai… nagdi kahi ki… pond marwate rahti hai raat bhar”

“Armaaaaan….”ek aur lambi saans bhar kar wo boli “mujhe lagta hai, tumhe rest ki zaroorat hai… shayad tumhari personal problems tumhe kuch jyada hee pareshan kar rahi hai… jaise ki tumhara, tumhari girlfriend se breakup… yadi tum kuch din ke liye break lena chaho toh le sakte ho…”

“no.. I hate breaks… and of course I miss her but now I don’t want her…”

“as your wish… lekin ek baat ka dhyan rakhna ki yadi ab tumne aisi koyi ut-patang harqat ki toh main tumhe replace kar dungi…”

“aap mujhe replace nahi kar sakti…actually nobody can….Nobody can replace me because I’m unique like heath ledger was as joker.”

“joker… I like joker very much”

“ yeah, me too…let me show you something…”waha desk par se ek pen uthakar maine desk me seedha rakha aur bola “I'm gonna make this pencil disappear. Tah-da ! it’s..it’s gone”

Mere us harqat par Vandana Rathi bhi muskura gayi… wo chahti toh nahi thi par phhir bhi wo muskura gayi aur tab uski muskan aur badh gayi jab maine Joker ki ek aur line us par fek ke mari… “you wanna know how I got this scars…?”

“no.. because I know your father was a drinker and a fiend. And one night…..”muskurate hue Rathi boli “kya tum har samay aise hee rahte ho…kya aisi koyi chiz hai jiske liye tum kabhi serious hote ho…”

“I only care about 2 things….time and money. but now time is like my toy…I can stop it, I can extend it or cease it… actually, you know…. I play with time hence, I only care about money…”

“good one…”

“May I go now…”

“hmmm…”

Main waha se utha aur bas utha hee tha ki Vandana mam ne ek aur sawal daga….

“who taught you to behave like this…it’s interesting”

“ learned from a child….”bolkar main waha se jaane laga lekin ek baar phhir Vandana Rathi ne mujhe aawaz mari…

“Arman, kal raat ke liye sorry… maine tumhe office me dinner ke liye kaha aur phhir…. …Tumhe bahut bura laga hoga na…”

“bura…? jaisa ki maine pahle bhi kaha hai main chizo ko easily accept kar leta hoon… yadi mujhe koyi goli bhi maar de toh main khud se yahi bolunga ki… come on yar, sirf ek bullet hee toh lagi hai…”

“Arman… main jyada ghuma-phirakar chizo ko na toh samajhti hoon aur na hee bolti hoon. Kal tumhe dinner par invite kiya tha…lekin…. Use hatao, aaj raat ko tum sach me invited ho, be there at 9 pm…okay”

“okay…”

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Main apne room aaya… samay ke sath ghadi ke kaate badle aur sath hee mere kapde bhi aur raat ko 9 bajkar 2 minute me maine Vandana Rathi ka darwaja knock kiya aur mere darwaja knock karne ke paachve second me Vandana Rathi ne gate khol kar chhathe second me mujhe smile ke saat andar aane ke liye kaha…. Aur saatve second me main andar ghusa

“jitney bade log, utna bada dikhawa….”Rathi ke dinning table ki taraf dekhte hue maine khud se kaha….

Rathi mam ne apna table utna nahi sajaya tha lekin phhir bhi jo bhi tha jitna bhi tha kamal lag raha tha… mujhe jo chiz dinning table me sabse jyada pasand aayi wo thi unke table me sajawat ke sath rakhi gayi daru ki glasses… bole toh kya dhasu design me glasses ko rakha gaya tha… ek glass me daru dalu aur jab wo full hoga toh daru neeche wale glass me transfer hone lagega… dinning table ke tablecloth aur table par rakhi napkins itni ironed thi jitna ki mere kapde nahi the aur baat karu Vandana Rathi ki toh wo toh kamal hee lag rahi thi… usne ek black color ka koyi dress pahna hua tha, jis-se uske sharir ke ek taraf ka hissa, kandhe se lekar kamar tak ka khula hua tha aur main apni baat karu toh ye sab mujhe sirf ek…ek dhokha sa lag raha tha, jaha ek Manager apne colleague ko ye dikha rahi thi ki wo kitni rich hai aur sath hee sath apne jism se use vash me karne ki planning kar rahi thi…. warna itni thand me aise kapde kaun pahanta hai… jaha doodh ka kuch hissa side se dikhe ?

Chapter-25: Lascivious 

“kya ye ek date hai…?”jab Rathi ke yaha ki servent mere saamne plate rakhne lagi toh maine VR se puchha aur muskura diya… lekin Rathi mam apna muh band karke meri aankho se aankhe milakar kuch der tak mujhe dekhti rahi… gusse se toh nahi lekin pyar se bhi nahi… bole toh neutral… normally, jaise ek anjaan manushya, dusare anjaan manushya ko anjaane me dekhta hai

“tumne date kaha…? Age difference dekhi hai..”

“10 to 12 years…? I can shorten it. You know, time is my toy”

“yes, I know you play with time…you can extend it, stop it or compress it… main sun chuki hoon…par seriously tumne date kaha…?”

“mujhe aisa laga ki ye ek date hai… actually mere andar se aawaz aayi, jise maine bahar transfer kar diya…”

“transfer karne se pahle dekh liya karo ki aas-paas kaun hai…”pahle ki tarah neutrally dekhte hue Rathi mam boli aur soup ka pyala uthaya…. Ek to log soup kyun peete hai, mujhe samajh nahi aata… sala full time barbadi… time ki kadra hee nahi hai logo ko. 

Vandana Rathi ke yaha kaam karne wali servent ne jo ki adhed umra ki mahila thi unhone meri plate me do parathe aur do-teen type ke pata nahi kya-kya rang-birange liquid rakha phhir jab maine use taste kiya toh maloom chala ki BC ye to sabji aur chatni hai… Parathe dekhkar maine ek baar Vandana Rathi ko dekha…wo fork se parathe ko cheed-fad ke kha rahi thi… Rathi mam ko dekhkar mujhe khayal aaya ki mujhe bhi aisich fork se khana chahiye aur maine aisa kiya bhi… lekin ek parathe ka kaleja cheerkar khane ke baad mera munda thanka aur maine dono fork ko wahi table par rakhkar apna coat utara aur shirt ki baah upar karke parathe ko pakda aur beech se cheerkar do tukde kiye. Un do tukdo me se maine ek tukda uthaya aur waha jitney bhi prakar ke liquid, semi-solid the sabko thoda-thoda parathe ke us tukde me dalkar apna muh fada aur pura ka pura ek baar me gapp kar gaya…. 

Mere is tarah se khane ko dekh Vandana Rathi ne soup peena band kar diya aur thodi narazagi se mujhe dekhti rahi, shayad wo is waqt soch rahi thi ki usne bhi kise dinner ke liye invite kiya hai… mera khana dekh kar uska khana band ho gaya lekin maine apna concentration nahi bigada aur bina baat kiye samne lagi kuch paintings ko dekhkar lagatar khata raha aur jab waha table par rakhe aakhiri parathe ka aakhiri aadha tukda maine muh me dala toh Vandana Rathi boli…

“aur…”

Jiske jawab me maine kuch nahi kaha kyunki mera muh pura packed tha aur jab mera muh thoda khali hua toh maine kaha “ab nahi… ab chawal-dal khaunga papad ke sath… dahi me mix karke”
Jise sunkar Vandana Rathi mujhe aise dekhne lagi jaise maine us-se chawal-daal nahi balki uski gand mang li lo… bole toh full aashcharya-chakit…

“aap kyun nahi kha rahi…”pura paratha khatm karne ke baad maine puchha

“tumhe dekhkar hee mera pet bhar gaya…”

“mera ek dost hai… Arun. usi ne mujhe is tarah khana sikhaya tha, bolta tha ki aise khane se khana pet me nahi dil me jaata hai… jis-se dil swasth rahta hai… main toh bolta hoon aap bhi aise hee khaya karo… kaha ye chammach-chhuri ke chakkar me apne dil ko kharab kar rahi ho…”

“tum college me hostel me rahte the na…?”

“haan…aapko kaise pata…”

“khane ke tarike se pata chal gaya aur ye jo tumhari dil wali philosophy hai na wo sab jhooth hai… tumlog sabse jaldi sabse jyada kha sako isliye tumlog aise khate ho…”

“gazab… aapne toh ek baar me pakad liya....mera jhooth”

Table me jis pateele me chawal laya gaya tha usko uthakar maine aadha apni plate me udela aur phhir Vandana Rathi ko aur pateele me rakhe baki chawal ko dekhkar compare kiya ki wo itna kha payegi ya nahi… Nahi kha payegi, isliye maine pateele se thoda chawal aur apni plate me udel liya aur phhir se samne deewar me tangi paintings ko dekhkar khel shuru kar diya…. main khana khate hue kafi der tak deewar me lagi un paintings ko dekhta raha, mujhe un paintings me se ek jaani-pahchani lag rahi thi….

“abhi yaad aaya…”khana khate hue maine jor se kaha

“kya yaad aaya…”

“yahi ki ye ye painting maine kaha dekhi hai…”

“tum painting exhibition me bhi jate ho…?”shocked hokar Rathi boli…

“nahi… par jab main school me tha tab maine ye painting news paper me dekhi thi… ye painting 29 desho me first aayi thi… par yadi gaur karo toh kuch hai nahi isme… painter ne alag-alag paint me brush dala hoga aur phhir randomly tarike se brush ko drawing sheet me jaise mann aaya waise marta gaya… is-se achchhi painting toh mere college ka Rajshri Pandey karta hai wo bhi muh se…”

“muh se… seriously”haste hue Vandana mam ne pyar se mera name pukara “Arman…”

Lekin maine use koyi tawajjo nahi di aur khana khane me busy raha…. Mera ek siddhant hai ki khana khate aur mutth marte waqt ek dum shant rahna chahiye tabhi inme maza aata hai….

“Arman….”

“you like my name....? Actually I like it too, but sometimes I feel like this is not my name….. I feel like everything in this world is a lie … I feel like I’m not here… you’re not here… we never met each other… I don’t know but sometimes it seems like all is in my mind.. I’m living someone’s else life… I was on the way to find myself but………I lost the way… now tell me where am I now ?”

“in E-5, River View Colony, Nagpur… very poetic words. that is a poem, right…….? You’re not here, I’m not here…. We never met each other…. Good poem.”

“just abhi banaya… aapko dekhkar. Waise aap yaha akele rahti hai…? ya koyi aur bhi…”

“aur ye tum kyun puch rahe ho…”

“apne aas-pados walo ko janna chahiye… warna kal aapne koyi kand kar diya toh police ki help kar saku… main ek jimmedar bhartiya hoon”

“haan… main akele rahti hoon…”

“phhir kal raat ko wo jo andhere me tha wo kaun tha… zaroor Vandana Rathi ka aashiq raha hoga….”khana khatm karke hath dhote samay maine mann me socha…

“mujhe pata hai tum kya soch rahe ho…”main hath dho hee raha tha ki Vandana mam bol uthi “tum kal raat jo mere sath tha, uske baare me puchh rahe ho…”

“mam, let’s play truth and dare…” 

“why…”

“kyunki mujhe aisa lagta hai ki ladkiyo me na toh sach bolne ki himmat hoti hai aur na hee kuch karne ki daring…”Vandana Rathi ki maid ko waha se jate hue dekh main bhari khush hua aur Rathi ko bhadkane laga…..

“maine tumhare bare me ek chiz notice ki hai… tum ek misogynist ho… do you even know what misogynist means…?”

“a person who dislikes, despises, or is strongly prejudiced against women.”

“correct…”smile marte hue VR boli aur apne dress ko kandhe ke paas lage mechanism se thoda dheela karke mujhse pani ka jug manga…..

Vandana Rathi kafi der tak mujhe dekhkar muskurati rahi mera matlab mujhe aisa laga… aur jab mujhe aisa laga tab maine kaha…

“mera dost kahta tha ki jab koyi aurat ya ladki hadd se jyada muskuraye toh uspar yakin nahi karna chahiye…”

“see, I was right. you’re a misogynist…”

“50 %”

“fifty percent ?”

“Because I don’t hate women only, I hate the entire human race…. You should call me a misanthrope instead of misogynist… I hate everyone”

“you know, you don’t know how pathetic or wretched you really are.”

“everyone has their own style. You have yours, I have mine”

“why do you hate everyone ?”

“you really want to know ?”

“hmm…”chair par thoda tedha hokar baith-te hue Rathi mam ne puchha, jis-se unka jo without kapde wala part tha wo thik mere saamne ho gaya aur main Rathi ke us hisse ko lagatar ghoor kar dekhta laga… kafi der tak dekhta raha… Shri Arman ko kiska dar….

“why you hate everyone…”

“why I hate everyone…”apne khade lund ko pant me adjust karte hue main bola

“hmm… I would like to hear your another… powerful…strong misconception”

Jawab me maine apna dahina hath pant ki jeb ke andar dala aur Rathi ke boobs ka jo hissa side se dikh raha tha use dekhkar apna lund sahlate hue kaha “ I hate everyone because they all are fake… they don’t live in reality. they fuck each other for money, power…….revenge”

“Astonishingly, All the three qualities you just mentioned belong to you… you’re fake, you don’t live in reality… you have created your own world and here you’re struggling for money, power or maybe some kind of revenge. Who knows”

“Exactly and that’s why I hate myself too”

“again a strong reply, kaha se copy karte ho ye sab… kya tumne koyi anti-social group join kiya hua hai…”

“nahi…”maine kaha aur itni der se jo meri aankhe Vandana mam ki chuchiyo par tiki hui thi, unhe continue VR ki chuchiyo par tikaye rahte hue maine ek shabd me jawab diya… 

table ke karan Vandana Rathi abhi tak dekh nahi payi thi ki main pant ki jeb me hath dalkar uske samne apna lund sahla raha hoon aur mere hath ki movement bhi itni slow thi ki VR ko iski bhanak tak nahi lagi…. Maine toh ye aise hee shuru kiya tha…lekin jab aise hee lund sahlate-sahlate thoda aur samay beeta toh mujhe samajh aaya ki… main toh Vandana Rathi ko dekhkar mutth maar raha hoon.
Vandana Randi choot zaroor marwati thi par wo chutiya nahi thi. mera matlab, usne zaroor meri aankho ko notice kiya hoga… kam se kam ek baar toh kiya hee hoga…. lekin wo bolti bhi toh kya ? aur karti bhi toh kya…. jaisa ki maine pahle bhi kaha hai ki ladkiyo me na toh sach bolne ki himmat hoti hai aur na hee kuch karne ki daring… halaki kabhi-kabhar aisa ho jata hai ki kuch ladkiya thodi-bahut himmat dikhakar sadak par chhedkhani karne wale laundo ko sandel se marne lagti hai… ek-do video maine whatsapp aur youtube par dekhe hai…. par… par aisa isliye nahi hota kyunki un ladkiyo me himmat hoti hai balki isliye hota hai kyunki wo ladke, ladke nahi hizde hote hai… burchatte sale. mujhe koyi ladki sandel se marna toh door bas sandel dikha de, madarchod aisa jor se laat gand me marunga na… ki gand andar ghus kar choot ke raaste se bahar feka jayegi….. lawda…  lund aur choot ke muqable me jeet hamesha lund ki hogi.

Toh R.Rathi ne mujhe kuch nahi kaha aur is beech uski dress me uske bade-bade tight boobs dekhkar mere hath ki raftaar bhi thodi tez hui par itni tez nahi ki Vandana Rathi jaan jaye ki main use dekhkar mutth mar raha hoon…. Maine apne hath ki raftaar thoda aur tez kar di…

“tell me something about yourself… something I don’t know… something you want to tell me…”apne seene se mera concentration bigadne ke liye Vandana mam ne mujh par sawal daga… unki koshish thi ki main apna dhyan unke boobs se kisi tarah hata loon…. 

“I’m like the free falling objects from the space and it depends on other people’s gravity that how much can they attract me but unfortunately…… everyone fails to do so….”

“do you regret anything in life ?….Arman … Armaan… Armaaaaan”thoda tez se Vandana mam boli…lekin maine unko ignore karke apne hath ki movement bahut tez kar di, itni tez ki mere is kand ki khabar Vandana Rathi ko bhi lag gayi thi aur shayad isiliye usne mera naam itni jor se pukara tha.

“Arman…Armaaan…” 

maine is baar bhi Vandana Rathi ko ignore kiya aur apne hath ki gati aur tez kar di…

“Arman , ….stop…”

“no..now I can’t… soooo sooorry…”

“what the…. hell are you…. Are you out of your mind…”

“fuck….yeeeeesss”apna sar upar karke maine kaha aur phhir kaam khatm……….
Jiske baaaaad mujhe realize hua ki maine ye kya kar diya hai… jis thali me khana khaya, usi me mutth maar diya ? waise toh main guility feel nahi karta aur na hee is samay kar raha tha… lekin phhir bhi chehre par wo expression lakar bola…

“I’m sorry.. mam, pata nahi… ye kaise… mera khud pe control nahi raha… sorry”

“get out…”glass me rakha pani mere chehre me fek kar Rathi mam boli…

Jiske baad main waha se utha… waise bhi ab main waha ruk-kar karta bhi kya… ? jo hona tha wo toh ho chuka tha… waise bhi Shri Arman ko sirf ladkiyo ki choot se matlab hai na ki unke chutiyape se…. maine table par se do napkin uthayi… ek se apna chehre ka pani pochha aur dusare napkin se apna wo wala hath aur waha se jaane ke liye khada hua… 

Main dining table se uthkar bahar jaane laga ki tabhi mere dimag me Vandana Rathi ka wo ekmatra sawal ghooma… jiska jawab main nahi de paya tha 

“do you regret anything in life ”

Main peechhe muda aur bola… lekin phhir main aage muda aur baal-vaal banakar role se peechhe muda…

“mam, i don’t regret my past rather than I believe in changing it by my strong imagination…. And you know my imagination power… good night.”
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NH-6 me ho rahi lagatar vardato ne jisme se kuch vardato ko maine anjaam diya tha, un vardato ne police ka dhyan kafi hadd tak apni taraf aakarsit kar liya tha… NH-6 me main akela nahi tha jo raat ko ye sab karta tha… waha aur bhi bahut se chor, lootere the…. Abhi maine kal ke newspapaer me hee padha tha ki NH-6 me choro ne ek car me mauzood sabhi logo ko loota aur phhir gala ret kar unki hatya kar di… uske baad us kand ke neeche mera wala kand tha… jisme ek bike wale ko lootne ka jikra tha… Police ki patrolling ab itni badh gayi thi ki ab river view colony me bhi aadhi raat ko patrolling karte hue police kabhi bhi aa dhamakti thi aur NH-6 ke toh kya kahne ? waha toh jagah-jagah Police wale khade rahte. Aise me mera colony se aadhi raat ko bahar nikalna hee kafi khatre se bhara hua tha, kyunki yadi main kaise bhi karke, himmat jutakar itni jordar thand me bahar jaane ka sochu toh mujhe gate par hee police jeep ke milne ka khatra tha aur maan lo ki main kaise bhi karke ek flat se dusare flat koodkar girte-padte colony se bahar bhi nikal jata hoon toh phhir NH-6 me jagah-jagah gasht mar rahe thulle mujhe dhar lenge… matlab meri next loot me kafi problems aane wali thi, isliye maine ise step by step solve karne kasocha aur andhere me chhat me baitha police jeep ko jate hue chup-chap bina kisi aawaz ke chup-chap dekhta raha aur jab police jeeb waha se gayi toh main neeche aaya lekin colony ke main gate me mujhe phhir se police jeeb khadi dikhayi di… police wale, jeep se utarkar colony ke guard se kuch baat-chit kar rahe the… maine turant apna raasta badla aur River View Colony ki badi si boundary kood kar bahar aaya…
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Chapter-26: Fallen

Colony se bahar aakar main road ke bajay maine ek dusari kachchi gali pakdi jo ubad-khabad thi… upar se pata nahi itni raat me kaun sa jeev kaha se aa jaye. Mujhe bas itna pata tha ki idhar se ek shortcut hai jo paas me hee bane Central University ke peechhe se hote hue NH-6 me bahut aage milta hai…. maine apna khud ka naam liya aur apna naam lekar us raste ki oor mobile ka flash jalate hue aage badha kyunki aaj kisi ko colony ke aas-paas rok kar lootne me bahut jyada risk tha… 

“bhag madarchod”jab ek gaddhe me mera pair fasa aur main neeche zameen par lot gaya toh jor se cheekha… “ab bina flash jalaye aage badhunga, dekhta hu lawda kaun kya karta hai… daiyya-maiyya ek kar dunga sabki…”

Bolkar maine apne mobile ka flash band kiya aur mobile jeb me dalkar apne imagination power ka istemaal karke aage badhne laga…. phhir thodi door aage jane ke baad maine apne jacket se goggle nikala aur goggle pahankar aage badhne laga…

“ye lawda, yaha zameen toh upar hee uthe ja rahi hai bahut der se… kahi bhoole se bhi niche gira toh….? Ghor bezzati hogi… isliye ye zameen mujhe giraye, uske pahle main khud hee gir jata hoon… kya bolta hai 2.0 ? knock…knock…. Two point O… abey kaha hai… lagta hai Rathi ko dekhkar mutth marne se naraz ho gaya… inhe kya maloom meri mahanta ke baare me. wo toh pahle se koyi planning nahi thi warna Rathi ko lund dikha ke mutth marta, behanchod… randi, bhosdiwali… mujhe kahti hai ki main us princy ko sorry bolu… Madarchod…. rod garam karke aar-paar kar dunga… bas Daddu wala matter ek baar salat jaye… ready…”

“kisliye…”

“isliye…”bolkar main peechhe muda aur apni puri taqat se neeche ki taraf andhere me daudne laga….

“maza aa gaya behanchod, zinda bacha toh ek aur baar karunga... 
wwooooooo…”bike ki aawaz muh se nikalte hue main neeche full speed se dauda aur kayi jhadiyo se takrate hue, apne kapde aur sharir ko chhilte hue main aage badhta raha… aur tab tak main aise hee muh se bike ki aawaz nikal kar daudta raha, jab tak mera mann kiya yani ki bahut baar. Main zameen ke us uthe hue bhag se daudkar neeche aata aur phhir apni imagination power ka istemaal karke wapas waha jata aur phhir se neeche ki taraf daudta… aisa maine kayi baar kiya aur har baar race chalu karne ke pahle main Sonam ki maa ko yaad karta tha… jis-se mere andar energy level full high ho jati thi…. Aur jab ye sab karke main thak gaya yani ki jab main bore ho gaya toh maine mobile ka flash jalaya aur NH-6 ki oor dobara badhne laga

main NH-6 me aaya par phhir highway se neeche utarkar thodi doori rakh-kar andha-dhundh aage badhta raha… taki yadi police patrolling me udhar se gujre bhi toh mujhe direct na dekh paye aur mujhe waha aas-paas kahi chhipne ka samay mil jaye. NH-6 se kafi doori banakar NH-6 ke parallel main kabhi daudta aur jab daudkar thak jata toh hafte-hafte chalne lagta… iske baad main phhir se daudne lagta… aisa maine taqriban do-dhayi ghante tak kiya hoga, jiske karan colony kafi peechhe chhot chuki thi aur sath me wo area bhi jaha police gasht mar rahi thi….
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Meri NH-6 me loot-maar karne ki simple aur sober trick thi ki logo par main waha hamla karta tha jaha se main asani se gayab ho jaun isliye meri abhi tak ki sabhi loot Colony ke aas-paas hee hui thi… lekin main aaj aisa nahi kar sakta tha kyunki us jagah ke aas-paas aaj police thi jiske karan itni raat me mujhe itna door aana pada tha. ab main highway ke kinare nahi balki highway par hee chal raha tha, jiski do vazah thi pahli ye ki yaha koyi street lights nahi thi aur dusari ye ki ab main itna door aa gaya tha ki idhar shayad hee police aati… highway par aane ke baad maine bag se nikalkar torch jalaya aur usi ki roshni me aage badhne laga… main ab bhi thakne tak bhagta aur jab thak kar choor ho jata toh hafte hue chalne lagta… waha se kayi trucks guzre , kayi car bhi gayi lekin maine kisi ko nahi roka aur unhe aise hee jaane diya… 

Main highway par aage badhta gaya… mere saamne se kayi gadiya gayi, lekin maine kisi ko kuch nahi kiya… mera mood ab colony se itne door aakar change hone laga tha aur phhir ek jagah aakar main rook gaya… mere mann me actually ek sawal aaya tha… jiske jawab paane ke liye main apne dimag par jor dal raha tha…. sawal ye tha ki “yadi bhagwan ne insano ko banaya toh aakhir kyun banaya… banaya kyun…? 2.0, any answer…”

“mujhe kya pata lawda… maje lene ke liye banaya hoga”

“phhir bhi soch ke toh dekh…”torch ki roshani me zameen se ek patthar uthakar maine kaha aur puri taqat se sath ek taraf fek diya….

“bataya toh ki…bhagwan ne insano ko maje lene ke liye banaya… for entertaining purpose…”

“toh humlog ko bhagwan ko entertain karna hai… hai na…”ek dusara patthar uthate hue maine kaha aur use bhi pahle wale patthar ke path me feka…

“aur nahi toh kya… koyi aur reason ho toh bata…”

“thik hai phhir…”

itne me mujhe police ki siren sunayi di wo bhi samne se… mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki ye kaise mumkin hai… ek toh police ko idhar aana nahi chahiye tha aur yadi aana bhi tha toh peechhe se aana chahiye tha… jidhar se main aaya tha. lekin ye toh saamne se aa rahi hai… ye chutiye itni door tak gasht mar rahe hai… 
maine samne ek ped dekha aur uske peechhe chipkar samne se aa rahi siren ko sun-ne laga…

“ambulance hai be”

“aisa kya…”

“chal loot phhir..”

“nahi, Arman itna neeche nahi gir sakta ki ek ambulance ko loote, bechare waise bhi tension me honge….”

“toh ?”

“abey koyi patient hoga, critical condition hogi uski… uske gharwale tension me honge…”

“toh…?”

“yadi wo critical condition wala patient sahi samay me hospital nahi pahucha toh… mar jayega..”

“mera sawal ab bhi wahi hai…. toh ?”

“toh phhir…….. chal…”

Maine turant apne hath me pakde hue patthar ko apne mathe me 2-3 baar mara aur jab mere mathe se khoon nikalne laga toh khoon ko pure chehre me phailakar beech sadak par aaya aur ghutno ke beech baithkar apne dono hath hawa me hilate hue madad magne laga….. 

Ambulance dan-dana ke mere paas aayi aur mujhse thodi hee door me ruki, jiske baad samne jo aadmi baithe the wo turant driver ke sath mere paas aaye….

“kya hua.... ye kisne kiya…”meri taraf jhuk-kar ambulance ke driver ne jor se puchha, itni jor se ki mera kaan jhanjhana utha…

“tere baap ne…madarchod”bolkar maine apne peechhe rakha hua patthar uthaya aur jisne mere kaan ke paas chillaya tha uske sar me puri taqat se mara….

“sala, Shri Arman se sawal karta hai…”

Iske baad maine katta nikala aur dusare wale ko jo ki mujhe marne hee badh raha tha use dikha-kar use wahi roka aur peechhe kiya….

“ambulance ke pichhwade me kaun-kaun hai…”apne chehre par roomal badhte hue maine puchha…

“patient hai… bahut door se la rahe hai…”

“patient ke aalwa aur kitne log hai andar…”

“do-teen ladies aur ek aadmi hai…”

“koyi mast maal hai kya ?”

“baku… gadi kyun rok di…” itni der me ek aadmi peechhe se bahar aaya aur utar kar puchha….

“aa… tu bhi idhar aa… lawde ke baal… chal line me lag…”

Maine un teeno ke mobile liye aur un sabko wahi sadak par baithaya... un teeno me se jo abhi-abhi aaya tha , wo ruwasi shakl banakar mere saamne gid-gidane laga aur bola ki main use waha se jaane du…warna uska baap beech raaste me hee mar jayega…

“jaldi –jaldi jo main bolta hoon wo kar , warna tere baap ke sath baki log bhi mar jayenge… ab apni maa ki tarah rona band kar aur in dono ke sath-sath tere wallet me jitney paise hai wo sab lakar mujhe de aur tum dono wahi khade rahna warna yadi tum madarchodo ne koyi gand-masti ki na toh ek-ek ko nanga karke ek-ek ke gand me do-do goli marunga…. Got it ?”

Un teeno ki taraf maine apna bag feka aur us bag me paisa dalne ke liye bola… jiske baad un teeno ne bina kisi deri ke mera kaam kar diya…. 

“ab tum dono…driver aur khalasi.. chalo sadak par daudo aur rukna mat, 10 minute tak lagatar daudte rahna…phhir reverse marke wapas aa jana, chalo shuru karo…”

“bhaiya…please bhaiya, unko mat bhejo… nahi toh gadi kaun chalayega bhaiya… mere papa ki tabiyat bahut kharab hai bhaiya… samjho bhaiya… please bhaiya…”apne dono hath jodkar wo bola…

“tum dono ko sunayi diya kya be… ya sale ek-do ko maru tabhi samajh me aayega…start karo daudna… tumhari maa ka… aur tu sale rondu-lal khade ho aur bag pakad kar chal mere sath peechhe aa… nahi peechhe nahi, aage chal…”

Maine us aadmi ko jiska baap critical condition me tha use aage kiya aur ambulance ka peechhe wala darwaja kholne ke liye kaha, is beech meri nazar sadak par barabar daudte hue driver aur khalasi par thi….. kya pata wo dono kahi danda lekar mujhe marne na aa jaye… waise bhi is duniya me imandar aur achchhe log nahi bache… kya bharosa unka.

Ambulance ke andar teen ladies aur ek budhau tha jo oxygen mask lagaye soya hua tha… teen ladies me se do so rahi thi aur ek umra-daraj mahila budhau ka hath pakad kar baithi hui thi… 

“chal tu bhi andar baith aur jo-jo bolta hoon… chup-chap karte jana aur yaad rakhna koyi gand-masti nahi aur ye do jo so rahi hai, unhe utha….”

Mere aadesh par us aadmi ne un dono ko uthaya aur phhir jagne ke turant baad jab un dono ne mujhe dekha aur jab unhe samajh aaya ki yaha kya ho raha hai toh wo dono rone lagi aur main bata nahi sakta ki us samay mujhe kitna maza aaya…. Matlab ekdum sukoon sa mahsoos ho raha tha… 

Maine us aadmi ko un aurato ke sare gahne apne bag me dalne ke liye kaha aur jab usne aisa kar diya toh bag lekar main waha se jaane ke liye hua lekin tabhi mujhe seat ke neeche rakha ek bag dikhayi diya….

“is bag me kya hai… khol ise jaldi…mere paas time nahi hai.. ek aur gadi aa rahi hai..”

“isme sirf humare kapde hai…”ghabrate hue wo aadmi bola aur use dekhte hee main samajh gaya ki wo jhooth bol raha hai aur main muskurane laga…

“isme paisa hai na… kitna hai…”

“please bhaiya… wo papa ke ilaaz ke liye hai, kuch toh raham karo bhaiya… hum dua denge aapko..”

“beta, kya tumhe dikhayi nahi de raha ki yaha ek marta hua aadmi hai aur tum madad karne ki bajay use aur mar rahe ho… kya tumhe insano ki jaan ki koyi parvah nahi…”wo budhiya boli, jo us budhe ka hath pakad kar baithi hui thi…

“mataji sawal ye nahi ki mujhe iski parvah hai ya nahi…sawal ye hai ki yadi main mar raha hota toh kya taapko meri parvah hoti… tell me, kya aap tab bhi aise bhasad deti… mere liye…”

“nahi.. kyunki main tumhe nahi jaanti…”

“toh phhir aap mujhse kaise expect kar sakti hai ki main uski parvah karu,jise main nahi janta…” seat ke neeche se bag kheechte hue maine kaha aur mere aisa karte hee wo budhiya bol padi…

“bhagwan tumhe kabhi maaf nahi karega…”

“aur na hee tujhe... I’m just entertaining the god”us budhiya ko dekhkar seat ke neeche se bag nikalte hue maine kaha. Shuru me mujhe khayal aaya ki use pel du, lekin phhir umra ka lihaj karke maine use jaane diya aur bag lekar waha se bhag gaya….
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Waha se bhagne ke liye maine highway nahi pakda.NH-6 north-south direction me tha aur main andhere west ki taraf bhaga… beech-beech bhagte hue me main bahut jagah gira bhi par uthkar bhagta raha aur phhir aakhir me pata nahi kya hua… main kaha pahucha ki mera pair ekdum se fisla aur main neeche girne laga, kabhi mera sharir kisi patthar se takrata toh kabhi mere sharir ka koyi aur hissa… main bahut der tak aise hee girta raha… mere dono bag mujhse kab alag hue mujhe pata nahi chala aur phhir main jhapak se pani me gira….

“sala nadi me gira hoon ya phhir koyi nala hai… smell toh gandi nahi hai, toh phhir ye nadi hee hogi….” 

Maine pani me tairati hui torch uthaya… andar pani ghusne ki vazah se torch ruk-ruk kar jal rahi thi… maine torch uthaya aur aas-paas nazar mari… jaha main gira tha wahi mujhse thodi door me nadi me ek bada sa patthar tha… jiska aadha bhag pani ke andar aur aadha pani ke bahar tha… main kisi tarah langdate hue us patthar ke paas pahucha aur us patthar par chadhne ke liye jaise hee apna pair uthaya main wahi jhapak se nadi me gir gaya….

“iski maa ki choot, madarchod….huuuuuhh… itni thandi upar se pura bhig gaya…” wapas khade hokar main gusse me cheekha…

Torch ab puri tarah se band ho chuki thi aur mujhe ye bhi nahi maloom tha ki mujhe kis taraf jana chahiye… main toh sirf ye dekh paya tha ki mujhse thodi door me ek badi si chattan hai… andhere me hath se nadi ke pani ko sparsh karte hue main dheere-dheere us chattan tak pahucha aur phhir se us chattan par chadhne ki koshish ki lekin abki baar maine dusra pair uthaya aur chattan par dono hath rakh-kar chadhne laga…. chattan me chadhte hue maine apne dahine hath me jyada vazan diya aur mujhe itna dard hua ki mera hath khud-ba-khud mud gaya, jiske baad pahle mera sar chattan se takraya aur phhir… phhir main nadi me wapas ja gira….

“iski maad ka lawda…huhhhhu… aaj toh gand hee fat gayi… itna thanda pani”wapas nadi me khada hokar kanpte hue main gala phadkar chillaya

Maine abki baar nadi me khade-khade hee apne sharir ke har ang ko thoda-thoda ghumaya jiske anusar mere daya hath aur daya pair aise the ki mera vazan nahi sah sakte the… isliye pichhale do baar main chattan me chadhte hue nadi me gir chuka tha… ek toh thandi, upar se thanda pani ispar se ab mera dimag bhi jawab dene laga tha… mujhe ab aisa lag raha tha ki jaise main phhir se nadi me girne wala hoon… 

Maine apna pura jor lagaya aur thand me kaanpte hue aage badhne ki koshish ki aur jaise hee apna baya pair uthaya toh phhir se nadi me ulta ja gira…. Sala dahina pair me phhir se load de diya.
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“maaaadhar…. … Aaj lagta hai, marunga… kitni thand hai be ”

“bhosdike teen baar gand galwa chuka hai ab dahine pair me vazan mat dena, bakchod…”

“kaun sa daya, kaun sa baya… mujhe toh lag bhi nahi raha ki mere paas pair bhi hai”

Nadi me mujhe itni jordar thandi lag rahi thi ki mere daant aapas me takrane lage the… mera sharir sikudne laga tha, main saans bhi leta toh pura badan kaanp uth-ta lekin main kar bhi kya sakta tha… maine wapas khud ke andar himmat jutayi aur andhere me hee patthar ki taraf anuman lagate hue badha… mera pura sharir itni jor se kaanp raha tha ki jaise koyi mujhe pakad ke hila raha ho… par teen baar nadi me girne ke karan ek chiz jo mere bheje me ghusi thi wo ye ki dahine hath aur dahine pair me load nahi dena hai… isi baat ko dhyan me rakh kar nadi ke pani ko thatholte-thatholte main aage badhte hue chattan ke paas pahucha aur seene ke bal patthar par ghisat-ghisat kar upar chadha… 

Main chattan me toh chadh gaya tha lekin meri problem ab bhi kam nahi hui thi, jisme sabse badi dikkat ye thi ki mujhe puri raat yahi gujarni thi, upar se mere pure kapde bheeg chuke the… mera dahina hath thoda bend ho gaya tha aur jab maine use seedha karne ki koshish ki toh seedha tak nahi kar paya… chattan ke upar baith-kar maine apne aap ko sameta aur kaanpte hue, daant kat-katate hue bas baitha raha… maine bahut koshish ki sone ki, taaki ye raat kat jaye… lekin itni thand me neend kaha aane wali thi… maine kayi ghante wahi chattan par gujare aur phhir jab kayi ghanto ke baad waha aas-paas halki-fulki roshni hui toh maine apni nazar ghumayi mujhe sab kuch dhundhla-dhundhla sa dikha… ek toh itni thand me waisi hee sharir me jaan nahi thi upar se ab kuch saaf-saaf dikhayi bhi nahi de raha tha aur dum toh itna bhi nahi tha ki hil bhi saku... mere kapde kuch toh sukhe the lekin kayi hisse ab bhi gile the… maine thodi der tak intezaar kiya ki mujhe thodi der me saaf-saaf dikhna shuru ho jayega, lekin aisa nahi hua… maine kayi baar apni aankhe switch-off karke switch-on ki, lekin nateeza wahi raha… isliye maine apni aankhe phhir se band ki aur kanpte hue apne daant kat-katate wahi nadi ke beech me chattan ke upar baitha raha… aur tab mere mann me ek sawal aaya ki yadi earth par gravity ki value 10 meter per second square ki jagah yadi 50 meter per second square hoti toh kya hota….?

“tera pura sharir zameen ki gand me ghus jata, na toh tu khada ho pata aur na hee tera khada ho pata…”

“chup be, aisi situation me sexy baatein mat kar…”

phhir thodi der baad dhoop nikli jiski garmi se mujhe thoda aaram mila… Main kayi ghanto tak wahi chattan ke upar baithkar dhoop sekta raha aur jab laga ki ab kuch kar sakta toh aas-paas dekha... ab mujhe kuch saaf-saaf dikh raha tha
main jis chattan ke upar baitha tha waha se mushqil se dus kadam ki doori par wo dhalan thi jaha se main kal raat neeche gira tha… maine dhalan ko dekha usme chadhna utna mushqil kaam nahi tha… phhir meri nazar dhalan me pade mere bag me padi aur sath me wahi pade us aadmi ke bag me jise lekar kal raat main bhaga tha….

“main nahi mara, yani wo budhau bhi nahi mara hoga…. mujhe samajh nahi aata ki log itne laparwah kyun hai, unhe kuch toh plan `bana kar rakhna chahiye ki yadi unme koyi hamla karega toh wo kya karenge… ek toh khud laparwah rahte hai aur phhir bolenge ki mujhe loot liya, mujhe chod diya… jaisa ki main pahle bhi kayi baar kah chuka hoon ki chutiya banana buri baat nahi hai, chutiya banna buri baat hai…. anyway, I survived… ”

Jis taraf maine jaane ka socha tha uske viparit yadi main jata toh wo mere liye jyada aasan tha, kyunki udhar plan surface tha par Upar dhalan me apne dono bags ko dekh-kar maine khayi me chadhne ka nirnay liya aur dheere-dheere karke langadate-langadate apne dahine pair par jyada vazan na dekar maine nadi paar ki aur phhir dhalan me chadhne laga… kayi jagah mujhe aisa laga jaise ki main wapas niche nadi me girunga lekin har baar kisi chiz ko pakad kar bachta gaya aur finally waha paas aaya jaha mera bag tha…. maine dusare wale bag ko bhi ghaseeta aur wahi dhalan me ek bade se patthar ki tek lekar baith gaya

“kal raat maja aaya ? ”hafte hue 2.0 ne puchha, par wo kyun hanf raha tha… mehnat toh maine ki thi ?

“is bag me tala laga hua hai… katta bhi pata nahi kaha gir gaya…”

“maine tere bag me kal raat chaku rakha tha, dekh toh..”hafte hue 2.0 ne jawab diya

“thik kiya…”

Maine apne bag se chaku nikala aur us aadmi ke bag ko chaku se fadne laga… chaku utna tez nahi tha, isliye mujhe bag fadne me time lag raha tha… dahina hath ab bhi tedha hee tha isliye bag fadne ka kaam main baye hath se dheere-dheere kar raha tha… yadi koyi chattan ke peechhe se mujhe is waqt hilte hue dekhe toh wo yahi samjhega ki main mutth mar raha hoon, kyunki maine bag apni jaangho ke upar rakha hua tha aur baye hath me chaku pakad kar hila raha tha…

“behan…..” jab bag kat-te hue chaku mere hee hath me ghus gaya toh chaku ko door fek-kar maine kaha “dono hath gaye…”

“kya kismet hai lawda… ek toh waise bhi… ”baye hath se hee bag ko upar uthakar daant se fadte hue maine socha… aur bag ka kafi hissa daant se fad diya

Utsukta me maine bag ko turant neeche patka aur dekhne laga ki uske andar kya hai…. Bag me shuru me toh kuch kapde the, jinhe maine nikal kar wahi rakha aur phhir dekha ki un kapdo ke neeche ek laal chunri me notes ki kayi gaddiya lipti hui thi upar se laal chunri me ek taabiz bandha hua tha… 

“wo budhiya koyi chudail toh nahi thi Sali… kahi lene ke dene na pad jaye…”

“bhag lawda…”tabeej nikalkar neeche zameen me rakhte hue maine kaha

“abey jadu-tona ka matter ho sakta hai… chhod ye sab…”

“bhag lawda…”khada hokar us tabeej me moot-te hue maine kaha “ALL hail Lord Arman”

maine pure rupaye apne bag me bhare aur phhir waha se uthkar aage badha ek sawal ke sath ki “bhagwan ne hume kyun banaya…”
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Waha se wapas aane ke liye mujhe kafi mashaqqat karni padi… wo pura ilaaka jaha main chal raha tha… wo sab khet the… beech-beech me kuch ghar bhi padte lekin kisi ne meri koyi madad nahi ki… yaha tak ki ek se jab apna chehra dhone ke liye maine pani maga toh usne kaha ki uske yaha pani nahi hai aur ye sab dekhkar mujhe bahut khushi hui… yadi us samay mere paas mera katta hota toh sale ko jaan se maar deta. Phhir maine ek dukan se pani khareeda apne chehre par dala aur thodi der susta kar phhir se highway ki taraf badh gaya…. mera dahina hath pura chud chuka tha, dahina pair bhi bas sath de raha tha… sar ke toh lawde lage hue the aur puri body me mere har badhte kadam ke sath pata nahi kaha-kaha dard ho raha tha… main toh balki is samay tazzub me tha ki kal raat main survive kaise kar gaya… ek toh itne upar se neeche gira, phhir puri raat nadi ke beech me geele kapdo me guzari… kitna achchha hota yadi nadi ke beech-o-beech chattan me baithe-baithe mar gaya hota toh… par kyunki main zinda tha isliye mujhe wapas river view colony jaane ke liye paidal chalna pad raha tha… paidal chalte-chalte main ek gaanv me pahucha jaha se ek truck me baithkar wapas river view colony pahucha…. Maine apna bag room me feka aur us clinic me pahucha jaha Vivek kaam karta tha….

Remember Vivek ? jo, Varun aur Sonam ke party me… jis din maine David ko pela tha us din bro…yo bro kar-karke mera aand kha raha tha. beshak wo Varun ka dost tha lekin is samay wo mere liye kisi bhagwan se kam nahi tha… kyunki yadi main kahi aur jata toh mujhe dar tha ki koyi police wagerah ko inform na kare… upar se is pure Nagpur me ab mere sath aisa koyi shaks nahi tha jo mere liye bahar se goli-dawayi lakar mujhe dega… langda-langda kar chalte hue aadhe ghante me main clinic me pahucha… Vivek medical store chalata tha aur uske bade bhaiya clinic chalate the, jo ki ab mera ilaaz karne wale the wo bhi bina kisi ko bataye….

Chapter-27: The Last Ride

Main Vivek ki clinic me pahucha, wo is samay roti sabji kha raha tha. mujhe waha apni clinic me dekh Vivek khush hua aur mujhe bhi khane me shamil hone ka nyota dekar tiffin meri taraf aage badhaya…

“bhag lavda...”

“kya hua bro…”

Yadi mera is samay Vivek se kaam nahi hota toh agla number main usi ka lagata par main gusse se daant peeskar muskurate hue bola

“kuch nahi bro…”

“yo bro…”

“ how are you bro…”

“fine bro…”

“lund lega bro… I mean… mujhe pahchana bro…”

“Arman bro… Varun bro ke bro…”

“yo bro…”

“ye aapko kya hua bro…”

“tu mujhe sach me apna bro… manta hai na…”

“yes bro…”

“chal phhir ,side me aa…”

Vivek ko side me lejakar maine use ek kahani sunayi ki raat me mujhe ek gadi wale ne thok diya tha… phhir use samjhaya ki jyada ho-halla karne ki zaroorat nahi hai… bas wo apne bhai ko kisi tarah mana kar mera ilaaz karwa de….

“yo bro…”meri puri baat sunkar usne kaha

“thank you… bro…”

“love you bro…”

“love you too… bro…”
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Vivek ke medical store se uske bade bhaiya ki clinic attached thi aur uske upar do room aur the, jo pahle band rahte the par ab waha red cross ka nishan laga tha… mere khyal se Vivek aur uska bhai upar ke room me do-char bed dalkar apna dhandha badha rahe the… Vivek ke bhaiya ne mujhe unhi room me shift kiya aur kayi jagah mere sharir me kaat-pit ki aur phhir mujhe shakt hidayat dete hue 6-7 prakar ki tablets thama di… upar se unhone roj subah-sham injection lagwane ko kaha…. Mere dahine hath me unhone elastic bandage bandha aur dahine hath me ek kapda baandh kar mere gardan me wo kapda baandh diya aur bole ki… main jyada apne dahine hath ko na hilau-dulau… jisme maine haan me sar hila diya. Aur bhi kayi chize Vivek ke bhaiya ne mere body me jagah-jagah bandhi… jaise meri kamar me , mere chehre me , mere pair me…. thigh me… matlab main har jagah se toota hua tha…. kahi wo kal raat wala budhau mar toh nahi gaya ?
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Maine kayi din Vivek ki clinic me kaate , mera mobile nadi me bheegkar kharab ho chuka tha aur itne din clinic me main din akela hee patient tha, waha mere baad koyi aur admit nahi hua…. Par beech me ek maal aayi thi, ek ladke ke sath… kafi gand-fati me thi wo… maine socha ki shayad is ladki ko bawasir ho gaya hai aur ab ye yahi admit hogi yani ki raat me baye hath se mutth marne ka full jugaad… lekin wo usi din thodi hee der me hee chali gayi… jiske baad vivek ne mujhe bataya ki wo ladki bachchha girwane aayi thi…

“bachcha girwane…? Sali randi… kutiya nahi toh. Zaroor kutte se chodwayi rahi hogi… achchha hua use sochkar ek baar bhi mutth nahi mara…”

“kya kar sakte hai bro…”

“kitna lete ho bachcha girane ka…”

“dus hazar…..bro..”

“wah launde, matlab full kamayi…. Ek baat bata, andar se kya nikalta hai…. pure liquid rahta hai ya kuch aur”

“time pe depend karta hai”

“aur fekte kaha ho use…”

“humlog nahi fekte… humlog… humlog kyun fekenge ? humlog material ko ek polythene me bharkar , jo bachcha girwane aaye hote hai…unhi ko de dete hai… ab ye unki jimmedari hai ki wo kaha fekte hai…”
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Is tarah maine Vivek ka aur Vivek ne mera…hum dono ne kayi dino tak ek-dusare ka aand khaya… maine us-se aur bhi kayi baate puchhi jaise ki jab ladkiya menstrual cycle me hoti hai toh unki gand kyun fat jati hai ? mc ka symptoms kya hai….? log condoms kaise magte hai, josh wali sabse achchhi goli kaun si hai… kya ladkiya bhi condoms, Viagra lene aati hai…. is tarah ke kayi atpate sawal main Vivek se puchhta tha... par in sabhi sawalo se upar jo ek sawal tha wo ye ki… 
“why god created us…”

Mere NH-6 me last kaand ke aath din baad jab main chalne ke kaabil hua aur mere sar ke take toot gaye toh maine clinic se jaane ka socha aur Vivek ko ye baat batayi….

“main big bro.. se puch ke aata hoon…”

“main puch nahi raha, bata raha hoon….pata nahi Sharda Enterprises walo ne nikal toh nahi diya… upar se Daddu ko bhi advance me paisa pahuchana hai…”

“thik hai… main puchh ke aata hoon”

Aur phhir main ek baar yaha tha… apne college me. apne hostel ki jung lagi kursi me akela baitha Arun ka intezaar kar raha tha…

“aur launde… bahut din laga diya abki baar yaha aane me, koyi item mil gayi kya bahar”mere bagal me baith-te hue Arun ne ek cigarette jalayi…

“I’ve been quite busy these past few days… I broke up with Nisha then my new job… then VR , NH-6”

“and Daddu…”

“you know Daddu ? how”

“I know what you know and that’s a very bad idea…”

“really, I mean…you really think so ? ”

“bakchod hai ka be, marega… tu aukaat me rah, warna is baar coma me nahi seedhe upar jayega”

“I’m eagerly waiting for death… waise aaj kaun-kaun dikha college me”

“kafi log hai yaha, Deepika mam bhi… maine toh unki class bhi attend ki.”

“bur faad dal.. uski, mast maal hai… yaha toh wo kuch kar bhi nahi sakti. Sabke samne chod usko… nanga karke… aur koyi dand-fand kare toh maiyya chod dena uski.. ye bata Esha dikhi…”

“Arman… hostel vibrate ho raha hai…”

“matlab jaane ka time ho gaya… bye”

“bye….”

Lambi saans bharte hue maine apni aankhe kholi… mera sar ab bhi vibration mod me tha. 

Kahne ko toh main 24-25 saal ka hoon par mujhe aisa lagta hai, jaise maine kayi zindagiya jee li ho, mujhe mera pichhla sab yaad hai… lekin phhir bhi sab kuch begana sa lagta hai… mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise kisi ne mere dimag ki chip badal di hai.. kabhi school, toh kabhi college, toh kabhi ghar… inki yaadein kisi na kisi tarike se mere dimag me ghoomti rahti hai… kabhi Sharda Enterprises toh kabhi Ganga-Jamuna aur phhir beech-beech me NH-6. Sharda Enterprises me kayi log mere liye khadoos, akela, sanki jaise shabdo ka istemaal karte hai… mujhse baat karne me hichkichate hai aur jo koyi bhi kaam ho toh wo Jaggu ke jariye mujhse karwate hai… mere aur VR ke last dinner ke baad VR bhi ab mujhse door bhagne lagi hai… wo ab mujhe koyi file nahi deti aur na hee koyi instruction… ab meri, mere kaam ko lekar sari baat Yogi-Jogi ji se hoti hai… mere office ke kuch log jo kabhi-kabhar mujhse canteen vagerah me thodi der ke liye baat karte hai wo kahte hai ki main bahut boring hoon, meri life me koyi adventure nahi hai, koyi mujhe jaanta nahi aur kal yadi main mar gaya toh 134 crore ki jansankhya wale desh me kisi ek ko bhi koyi fark nahi padega ki main kyun mara… 

Aur yadi main khud ke experiences se baat karu toh meri zindagi mujhe ek rang-manch ki tarah lagti hai , jaha darshak toh badal jate hai lekin show chalta rahta rahta hai… Mujhe nahi pata ki ye pahle kisi ne kabhi kaha hai ya nahi…shayad kaha ho ya phhir na bhi kaha ho…ye bhi ho sakta hai ki ise maine kahi padha ho aur bhool gaya ho…. ya ye bhi ho sakta hai ki ye mujhe pata ho ki ye kisne kaha aur main natak kar raha hoon….. par mudde ki baat ye hai ki sadak ke kinare damru lekar nachne wale ko aur unke darshako ko auto se ek pal ke liye dekhkar aisa laga jaise puri zindagi ka saar main samajh gaya… mujhe zindagi ek rang-manch ki tarah lagti hai, jisme darshak toh badal jate hai, lekin rang-manch chalta rahta hai.purane walo ki jagah naye aate hai aur rangmanch ka maza lete hai… zindagi rangmanch ki hee tarah hoti hai, jaha kisi ko bahut taaliya milti hai toh kisi ko bahut gaaliya aur unke beech me kuch aise bhi log hote hai…jinhe koyi mahsoos tak nahi karta. Zindagi rang-manch ke darshako ki tarah bhi hoti hai… jaha koyi bahut khush rahta hai toh koyi bahut dukhi…kisi ke sath bahut sare log hote hai toh koyi meri tarah akela hota hai aur ant me parda gir jata hai yani ki khel khatm…. Zindagi khatm. Phhir naya show, nayi story, naye kirdar, naye darshak…. Nayi khushi, naya dard. Par main is waqt auto me nahi hoon, main toh Sharda Enterprises me hoon ? pata nahi main itni jaldi waha se yaha kaise pahucha aur itni jaldi 10 se 2 kaise baj gaye… rang-manch wali baat toh 10 baje ki thi aur ab 2 baj chuke hai. beech me kya hua………………… lawda

2 baje main Lunch me apni jagah se utha aur Canteen me gaya…. waha kayi log aise the, jo ghar se apna lunch late the, kitno ke ghar-pariwar the… sab kitne khushi se baat karte hue lunch karte the aur main life ko simple banane ke chakkar me apne ghar se nikal aaya tha.. beshak main isme kamyab raha tha, meri life me ab sirf main…main aur main hee tha lekin is-se achchhi toh gharwalo ke sath meri kat rahi thi… kam se kam waha lunch me roj-roj 8-10 samose toh nahi khane padte the…. Par problem ye thi ki sab log mujhe aise dekhte jaise main kitna bada failure hoon… yaha tak ki mere ghar bartan majne wali naukrani ki bhi mere baare me yahi ray thi. main wo tha jiska scope toh tha, par wo kuch kar nahi paya…. Mere ghar me aane wala har ek insaan mujhe salah diya karta tha, phhir chahe wo 12th me third division se hee paas kyun na hua ho…. khair mera dahina hath ab bhi kisi kaam ka nahi tha isliye maine kal baye hath se hee mutth mara tha aur aaj baye hath se hee samosa todkar chatni me dalkar yahi sab sochate hue mix kar raha tha…. 

“kya Arman bhai, akele-akele..”mere saamne apna muh faad kar khada hote hue Jaggu ne kaha… jispar maine canteen walo ko ishare se ek aur plate lane ke liye kaha….

“achchha Haggu, I mean Jaggu…. Ye bata ki yaha kuch hone wala hai kya… wo Princy aaj kisi function ki baat kar rahi thi…”

“haan, Sharda Enterprises har baras apne andar kaam karne walo ko ek rapchik party deta hai… ekdum lazwab aur is saal bhi wo party hone wali hai kuch dino baad… aapko invitation nahi mila kya…”

“achchha hua nahi diya.. main aata bhi nahi”

“aao na bhau, mast dhamal karenge…”

“tu kya dhamal karega be, tujhe chay-coffee wali tray pakda denge aur bolenge ja usko deke aa… wo leke aa. Sale Shri Arman ke sath-sath rahkar apni aukat mat bhool… chal ja yaha se…”

“aap mazak kar rahe ho na…”

“haan… tujhe kaise pata chala, kya meri acting me koyi kami thi…”

“mujhe pata tha, isiliye maine bura nahi mana…”

“maan bhi leta toh kya ukhad leta…”feeki si muskan ke sath maine samne dekhkar kaha…. “wo peechhe ladki kaun hai… use aaj se pahle nahi dekha”

“kaun wo… wo princy mam ki dost hai shayad… nahi, wo toh kisi Sharda Enterprises me hee kaam karne wale kisi bade aadmi ki beti hai, kal hee aayi hai”

“ hot lag reli hai… matlab uske doodh toh utne bade-bade nahi hai aur gand bhi chaudi nahi hai… lekin achchhi lag rahi hai… iske muh me mutth marunga toh bahut maza aayega… uska name kya hai”

“setting jamau aapki…”

“ek sher kabhi shikar ke liye kutto ki madad nahi leta….”waha khade hokar maine kaha “waise tere layak mere paas ek dusara kaam hai, badle main tujhe hazar rupaye bhi dunga aur tera mobile bf se bhar dunga… bol karega…”

“kyun nahi… par ka kaam hai”

“kabhi ganga-jamuna gaya hai…”

“ek baar gaya tha… ghabrahat me khada hee nahi hua…”

“Daddu ko jaanta hai…”

“nahi…”

“ye le… phhir”apni jeb se ek kagaz nikalkar us kagaz me jis ladki ko Daddu ne mere saamne mara tha uska address likhkar maine kaha “is address par jakar kahna ki peechhe likhe number par call kare… is kagaz me full address hai, sath me us aadmi ka name bhi, jise tujhe ye kahna hai. Yadi khud address dhoondh lega toh hee us aadmi ke paas jana, yadi address nahi dhoondh paya toh kisi se mat puchhna… galti se bhi nahi… aur wapas aa jana.chup-chap…” 

“aap kyun nahi jate…”

“main jaunga toh koyi notice kar lega… mera matlab maine waha ki ek randi ko bahut choda phhir paisa nahi diya… main jaunga toh hazar ki jagah dus hazar ghus jayenge….”

“ho jayega…”

“chal phhir, nikal… sham ko milta hoon…”

Mere bhai ke father-in-law…. I mean Pandey ji , mera matlab mere bhai ki biwi ke papa ke bhai ne ek baar mujhe cigarette peete hue dekh liya tha aur mujhe aakar ek ghanta lecture diya tha ki mujhe cigarette nahi peeni chahiye… cigarette peene se dimag kharab hota hai… jispar maine kaha tha ki…. par mere case me ye ulta tha, main jab-jab cigarette nahi peeta tha ya jab-jab cigarette peene ka gap lamba hota tab mera dimag kharab hone lagta, jis-se main aksar confuse ho jaya karta ki main cigarette pee raha hoon ya cigarette mujhe pee rahi hai. ab abhi ke hee situation ko le lo…. Main apni seat par baitha hua mast bina kisi rok-tok ke kaam kar raha tha ki meri aankho ne ajeeb-ajeeb harqate shuru kar di… main is samay apne computer ke saamne baitha tha, lekin mere saamne is samay VR ke cabin ka scene tha..jaise main sakshat Vandana mam ke cabin me baitha hua hoon… phhir mujhe Nagpur city ki sadke dikhne lagi, phhir mera flat, phhir Vivek ka clinic, phhir us raat wala kand jisme maine apni puri raat nadi ke beech-o-beech kaati thi, phhir VR ko dekhkar usi ke ghar me mutth marne ka karnama …. Matlab ekdum sequence se, tez gati se meri aankhe haal hee me hui ghatnaye mujhe dikha rahi thi… mujhe wo scene bhi dikhayi diya, jisme main Vandana Rathi ke chhat se takrakar lahuluhan hua tha aur wo scene bhi jab maine aur Nisha ne aakhiri baar sex kiya tha… ye sabhi chize ekdum sequence se ho rahi thi.. kahi koyi uch-neech nahi thi… phhir mere college ke pictures mere saamne ghoomne lage aur un pictures me mujhe Esha dikhayi di… jaha mere peechhe jaane ki speed ek-do seconds ke liye thami aur phhir saye se main wapas peechhe jaane laga… Sidar ki maut, Gautam ke gundo ke dwara meri thukayi, mere dwara Gautam ki thukayi… Deepika mam aur meri chudayi, meri ragging… vagerah-vagerah… maine har ek moments ko mahsoos kiya aur phhir wo scene jaha main basketball ground me hawa me latke hue basket kar raha tha aur phhir aakhir me mere ghar ka scene, jaha main sofe me baithkar Charlie Chaplin ki movie The Circus dekh raha tha….

“ye hata na, kya faltu cheeje dekhta rahta tha…”mere hath se remote chheenkar channel badalte hue Vipin bhaiya ne kaha…

“bhaiya, wo Charlie Chaplin tha…Charlie Chaplin… mera matlab Charlie Chaplin…”

“toh uska name kyun jap raha hai.. mujhe samajh nahi aata ki logo ne uska itna havva kyun bana kar rakha hua hai, mujhe toh kuch khas nazar nahi aata… ja ab yaha se… dimag kharab mat kar”

Aur us din mujhe ek baat samajh aayi ki sirf movie banane ke liye talent nahi chahiye, balki movie dekhne ke liye bhi talent chahiye aur baki har talent ke sath ye talent bhi mujhme tha aur mera bada bhai hamesha ki tarah talentless…

Vipin bhaiya ne channel change kiya aur 3-4 saal se chale aa rahe ek serial ko dekhne me busy ho gaye…..

“in serial walo ki maa ko chod dalu, inki maa ka bhosda… jabran lavde ke baal log kahani ko kheechte rahte hai, inka madarchod clear hee nahi hota kuch… BC pata nahi kaha se ek se ek chutiye pakad ke laate hai… mera vash chale toh ek-ek ko lund fek ke maru….. jhataho ko sharam bhi nahi aati ki kya bana rahe hai… actor/actress ki toh phhir bhi roji-roti ka sawal hai lekin ye chutiye producer/directors…. kutte sale. Betichod… inke chakkar me aaj phhir The Circus ka end nahi dekh paunga aur Vipin bhaiya kab se serial dekhne lage… zaroor serial ki items ko dekhkar raat ko mutth marne ka jugad jama rahe honge… mujhse bol diya hota toh bf de deta….”tv me chal rahe serial ko kuch der dekhkar maine socha aur andar aakar school ke liye taiyar hone laga…

Is saal main aakhiri baar school ja raha tha.. phhir pata nahi aage kaun se school me padhu… waise toh mere pitaji yahi chahte the ki main 12th tak yahi padhu lekin meri aisi koyi ichchha nahi thi… jispar ghar me already 7-8 baar bahas aur 2-3 baar meri thukayi ho chuki thi… main ab har roj sham ko basketball khelne ek club me bhi jaya karta tha, jiska virodh mere ghar me mauzood har ek shaks ne kiya… lekin main nahi mana aur basketball khelne pahuch hee gaya… iska ye matlab nahi ki cricket mujhe pasand nahi tha, bas maine cricket khelna chhod diya tha… baki india ke har ek match main aaj bhi utne hee josh me dekhta tha, jitne josh ke sath pahle dekhta tha… aakhir indian hoon, khoon me cricket toh rahega hee… national game hockey hua toh kya hua. phhir chahe social media me hazar chutiye ye kyun na bole ki cricket popular game nahi hai. sirf 8-10 country hee khelti hai…mera matlab, kya fark padta hai… 
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Kyunki maine decide kiya tha ki aaj ke baad main school ab sirf exam dene jaunga… wo bhi board exam hai toh center toh dusare school me hee rahega….isliye maine apne school ke is aakhiri din ko yadgar banana ke liye josh-josh me Vipin bhaiya ke jeb se bike ki chabhi nikali aur bike lekar chupke se nikal gaya… mujhe pata tha ki iska nateeza kya hoga, par……kya fark padta hai.
sabse pahle maine goggle lagaya aur full role ke sath bike chalate hue bus-stand pahucha... maine bus-stand me mazood apne kayi dosto ko red carpet par chalne wale celebrity ke mafiq hath hilakar hi..hello kaha, jiske baad kayi log mere paas bhi aaye aur kuch toh mere bike me bhi baith gaye…. Lekin maine un sabki maa-bahan ko yaad karke unhe utara aur Varun ko bithakar college ke liye nikla…mera matlab School ke liye.

“wah, Arman aaj toh tune kamal kar diya…jo Vipin bhaiya se bike mangkar le aaya…”

“madarchod phhir se neutral ho gaya… ye lawda teri jhat jaisi bike chalakar peechhe gear marne ka adat ho gaya hai…”

“abey isme gear aage lagta hai…”

“sale chup-chap baitha rah…baap ko chodna mat sikha..”

“gadi band ho gayi…bhosdike, kyun bezzati kara raha hai”

“lawde gadi band nahi hui..maine gadi band ki hai, ja-jakar cigarette lekar aa… phhir tujhe Shweta ke baare me ek baat batata hoon…”

“kaun Shweta, apne class wali…jo isi saal aayi hai..”

“aur nahi toh kya… Shweta mam… jo apne chutiye husband Anish ke sath school me padhati hai. waise wo bhi isi saal aayi hai, mast maal hai wo bhi… chodne ko degi toh chod dunga, lekin… apni taraf se koyi try nahi karunga… mere liye toh mere class wali Shweta hee kafi hai…. chutiye sale…”

Varun ne cigarette kharida jiske baad main aur Varun waha se ek kopche me gaye…

“Shweta aur tera kya chal raha hai… kuch hua final”cigarette jalate hue Varun ne puchha

“main soch raha hoon ki use aaj propose maar du…waise bhi aaj ke baad hum dono school nahi jayenge… toh yadi wo techares se complain bhi karegi toh kuch nahi hoga…”

“hum dono nahi…. Sirf tu. Main kal bhi school jaunga aur pagal hai kya, next year try karna.. ekdum shuru se..”

“main next year yaha nahi padhunga, main kahi bahar jaunga… lawda ab aur apne gharwalo ko nahi jhel sakta main…”

“badhiya hai…”

“tu bhi chal… mast maza aayega, khali time me ek-dusare ki gand me ungali kara karenge….mast… ”

“sochta hoon…”

“chal jaldi khatm kar… wo jo naya math ka teacher aaya hai, uski class shuru ho gayi hogi… BC full sanki hai, mujhe tak chamka diya usne kuch din pahle… pata nahi kaha se aaya hai…”

“abey dekh uski shadi hue 7 saal ho gaye hai, lekin lawda bachcha nahi ho raha uski biwi ko, isi khunnas me sabko pelte rahta hai… abhi kal ki baat hai, sirf books na lane par usne D-Section ke ladke ka dande se maar-maar ke hath suja diya… rakshas hai BC, full rakshas…”

“is-se achchha toh Bulla class teacher tha… pata nahi sale ka transfer kyun hua aur ye haivan yaha aa dhamkha…”aakhiri kash markar maine Varun se kaha…..
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Main apni puri school life me kabhi bike se school nahi gaya tha,isliye aaj ka din khas na hote hue bhi mere liye khas tha… main aaj first time bike se school gaya tha aur first time school pahuchne me main late bhi hua tha…
Waise jab tak Bulla sir class teacher the koyi problem nahi hoti thi, lekin jab se unki jagah ek naya class teacher aaya tha usne pure school me aatank macha rakha tha, kuch samajhta hee nahi tha BC. Main toh phhir bhi thoda kam dar raha tha, lekin Arun… mera matlab Varun…Varun ki dar se fat kar char ho gayi thi…
“wo marega be, Arman chal wapas… bhad me gayi teri memories, bhad me gayi tere school ke aakhiri din ki yaadein…”

“dar kyun raha hai, chal main aage ho jata hoon… ab khush…”Varun ke aage hote hue maine kaha “ab jo hoga pahle mujhe hoga… tu mera dost hai be… main bahut selfish hoon, main sabke liye kuch nahi karta, par jiske liye karta hoon… sabkuch karta hoon…”

Maine Varun ko peechhe kiya aur saand ki tarah gusse se chair par baithe apne class teacher se andar aane ki anumati mangi aur mere anumati magne ke baad main haste hue peeche muda…

“dekha ,tu khamkha dar raha tha… kuch nahi hua…”
Maine Varun se ye kaha aur itni hee der me mujhe peechhe se kisi ne sar me bahut tez se mara… itna tez ki jaise laga kisi ne lohe ki rod se mara ho… Varun ki gand fati aur wo waha se bhag gaya… bhag toh main bhi jata, lekin jab se mere sar me kisi ne mara tha mujhe kuch soojh hee nahi raha tha… bas main peechhe muda toh mujhe pata chala ki mere class teacher ne jise humlog saand kahte the usne dande se mere sar me mara tha… wo bhi isliye kyunki main class aane me 20 minute late hua tha… wo sand yahi nahi ruka usne mujhe pakad kar class ke andar kheecha aur back to back thappad markar mera gaal laal karne laga… mera toh pura bheja hee khisak gaya BC, us dauran mujhe kuch samajh hee nahi aaya ki kya kiya jaye….

Wo saand mujhe kutto ki tarah latad raha tha aur mere class me mauzood sabhi ladke chup-chap tamasha dekh rahe the… main unki jagah hota toh aisa bilkul bhi nahi karta... jabki unme se adhiktar ke liye maine kitni baar ladayi ki thi.. lekin us samay unme se kisi ne kuch nahi kiya, kisi ne ek shabd kuch bola tak nahi…… napunshak… sale…. that’s why I hate everyone….. everyone including Varun.

Khair, wo saand mujhe bahut der tak maarta raha, usne mujhe saamne ek ladki ki desk me jhukaya aur marta raha… marta toh main bhi usko..lekin usne mujhe aise pakad rakha tha ki main apni jagah se hil bhi nahi pa raha tha…. phhir mar khate hue meri nazar mere saamne baithi ladki ke hath pe gayi.. uske hath me ek pen tha aur pen dekhte hee maine apni puri taqat laga di sirf apna hath chhudane ke liye… ki kisi tarah se mere hath me ye pen aa jaye. Lekin aisa nahi hua, mera hath nahi chhoota aur wo saand mujhe non-stop marta raha… pata nahi us BC ko kya khunnas thi mujhse, jabki main toh aaj dusari baar hee uska class attend kar raha tha…

“bahut hoshiyar samajhta hai apne aap ko…huh… le…..le…”mere sar ke baal pakadkar mera sar ghumate hue usne aakhiri mukka meri peeth me mara aur phhir mujhe chhod diya…

“ja…jakar baith, apni jagah me… bahut charbi chadh gayi hai tum logo ko”

Aur main ab tak isi soch me tha ki…hua kya.. isne mujhe itni buri tarah kyun peeta, ye jaante hue bhi ki main is school ke trustee ka beta hoon… upar se jab mera pure school me itna name chalta ho. matlab maine apne school ke aakhiri din ke liye ye toh nahi socha tha… par sach toh yahi tha, sach toh yahi tha ki us saand ne mujhe meri hee class me ek ladki ke bench par jhuka-kar meri thulayi ki thi….
Puri class mujhe dekh rahi thi aur main us ladki ke pen ko… maine apna sar thodi der ke liye dabaya aur phhir sar ke baal banakar, angadayi lekar us ladki ke hath se pen kheecha aur kursi me virajman apne class teacher ke shoulder me puri taqat se pen ghusaya… pen toh sirf thoda sa ghusa lekin use dard itna hua ki wo turant apna shoulder pakad kar chair se neeche gir gaya…. usne kabhi socha bhi nahi hoga ki main bhi uspar hamla kar sakta hoon, wo bhi itni jaldi…. Mujhe marne ke baad toh wo waise bhi thaka tha, upar se shoulder me ek baar ghus chuke pen ka dard…

“tu mujhe mar raha hai, apne teacher ko…”

“bad people need to be punished by worse people”ek aur baar pen uske shoulder me ghusakar maine kaha… mera nishana utna achchha toh nahi tha ki pahle wale zakhm me hee pen ghuse… par dard toh usko is baar bhi hua tha. aur phhir maine teesari baar pen ghusaya…. 

Itne me class ke kafi ladke mujhe rokne aaye, ladkiya awwww karne lagi… kuch toh rone bhi lagi…

“kyun be saand…”apna juta nikal kar neeche gire hue teacher ke sar ka bal usi tarah pakda jis tarah usne mera pakda tha aur uske gaal par back to back jute se marte hue maine kaha “suna hai teri biwi ko bachcha nahi hota, mere paas bhej de… ho jayega..”

Jis tarah mujhe mere class teacher ne mara tha, us tarah maine bhi apne class teacher ko mara… class bhi wahi thi aur classmates bhi… so meri jo izzat pure class me utri thi use maine wapas pahan liya… nahi…? Mujhe toh yahi lagta hai… baki background scene me teachers ne mujhe jamkar sunaya… lekin jab maine puri baat batayi aur gawahi me puri class ko saamne khada kar diya toh us teacher ko turant school se nikal diya gaya , is farman ke sath ki wo ab is sanstha ke kisi bhi school me teacher nahi ban payega aur ek baar phhir is kaam me mere aur Varun ke papa sath the…. 

Lunch tak me ye pura mamla salat gaya aur school me us pure din shayad yahi baat chali ki kaise Arman naam ke yugpurush ne ek rakshas ka sanhar kar diya… bas usi din se maine khud ko Yugpursh ki upadhi se nawaza…
aaj Amarnath sir do class back to back le rahe the… ek lunch ke pahle aur ek lunch ke baad…. 

Amarnath sir ne board ke ek sire se lekar dusare sire tak ek line kheechi aur usi line ke parallel line kheechne me itne vyast ho gaye the ki board me line kheechte-kheechte wo deewar me line kheechne lage aur phhir deewar me line kheechte-kheechte class ke bahar hee chale gaye…. lawda, kya kamal the Amarnath Shukla bhi… 

Amarnath sir ke is stunt par puri class hasne lagi ,lekin gate ke saamne baithi do ladkiya kuch jyada hee khii-khii kar rahi thi… jis par Shukla ji ko bahut ghusa aaya aur unhone jakar un dono ki choti jod di aur bole…

“kya khhii-khhii laga rakhi hai…tum logo ko jo itni shiddat se padhata hai usi ka mazak udati ho, abhi pel dunga toh akal thikane aa jayegi…bakchod kahi ki…”

Ye unhone kaha… mujhe pata hai ye believable nahi , par ye unhone kaha bhi aur humne suna bhi… 

Lunch ke baad wali class me unhone padhate waqt khidki se bahar khadi meri bike dekhi aur class ke taraf apna rookh karke puchha…

“ye gadi kiski hai…”

maine hath uthaya…..

“ye gadi nahi…gada hai… ekdum padwa… kitni heavy hai. hum ye gada dekh kar hee samajh gaye the ki Arman aaya hoga… koyi baat nahi, baitho… toh class, LINE ka ek aur question main tum sabko padhaunga… par ek chiz yad rakhna, chahe Physics padho, Math padho ya biology… yadi kisi question me diagram hai toh pahle theory padhkar, description padhkar diagram yaad karo aur jab diagram yaad ho jaye toh exam me diagram ki help se theory likh do…. Matlab study time theory ki madad se diagram banao aur exam me diagram ki madad se theory…. Chize aasan nahi hoti, par unhe aasan banaya ja sakta hai. Aaj ki class yahi khatm hoti hai……. bye”

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Mere school me aise kayi teacher the, jo ki antique piece the jaise Amarnath Shukla, Bulla, wo Saand… sale ek se badhkar ek… full comedian. Khair jab maine decide kar liya tha ki main is school me agle saal se nahi padhunga toh main us din apne class me sabko dekh raha tha… mujhe koyi gam nahi tha, school chhodne ka balki main toh khush tha agle saal se main gharwalo se door aaram se rahunga…
Apne school ke aakhiri din, aakhiri class me maine Shweta ko I love you bolne ka plan banaya tha… thodi fat bhi rahi thi ki yadi usne mujhe reject kar diya toh meri izzat ke toh lavde lag jayenge wo bhi aakhiri moment me… phhir is school me aane wale kya bolenge ki Yugurush Arman , jisne sabkuch kiya… wo ek ladki tak nahi pata paya, is tarah toh meri gatha aadhoori rah jayegi… kahi log mujhe gay na samjhe… isliye jo bhi ho mujhe Shweta ko propose karna hee padega… waisi bhi thodi-bahut line toh deti hee hai..

Maine apni copy se do page fadkar ek me dil banaya aur ek me gulaab aur Shweta ki taraf jaane ka socha…

“baap re, kitna halla karte ho tum log…”tabhi wild card entry marte hue ek lady teacher boli “ek toh kuch din baad exam hone wala hai tum logo ka… usme bhi itna halla…”

“ye behan ki lawdi kaun hai be…”maine Varun se puchha…

“jhat barabar laundo ko padhati hai…”

“nursery walo ko…?”

“hao…”

“toh phhir ye yaha kya kar rahi hai… iski maa ko chodu, ye baith kyun rahi hai… aise me kaise hoga”

“mujhe kya pata…”

“aise me main Shweta ko propose kaise karunga…”

“tu Shweta ko propose karne wala hai…?”

“haan…ye dekh maine dil bhi banaya hai aur red rose bhi…”

“yeeee… aur red rose… sale kariya pen se rose bana kar bolta hai red rose…”

“neeche dekh p.s. karke likha hai…. p.s.red rose”

“aur ye dil hai… mana ki tere paas dil nahi hai, par tujhe toh dil banana bhi nahi aata”

“lavde, actual dil aise hee rahta hai… jis shape me tum log banate ho na… wo thoda galat shape hai… mujhe dikhawa pasand nahi… samjha…”

“ja bhai..tu ja.. ye kala dil aur ye kala gulab lekar…”

“haan to jaunga, teri tarah fattu nahi hoon… log misaal dete hai mere naam ki”

Main apni jagah se khada hua aur beech class me, jab wo jhat barabar laundo ko padhane wali madam class me thi tabhich maine unse permission mangi aur Shweta ke peechhe wale khali bench me jakar baitha… is beech wo wildcard lekar entry marne wali madam ne ek taraf se sabka name, unke baap ka name puchhna chalu kar diya…. nagdi, Sali….
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“Name- Shankarshan Tiwari, Father’s name- Shri Ramlal Tiwari…”

“sit down…next”

Main Shweta ke peechhe baitha bahut der tak apne andar himmat jutata raha…lekin har baar meri himmat dharashayi ho ja rahi thi… 

“bolega be, ya aise hee Shweta ke bagal me baithi uski saheli ka pichhwada dekhta rahega…”

“abey main uski gand nahi dekh raha… matlab dekh raha hoon.. par waise nahi… main toh beginning line soch raha hoon”

“Shweta…I love you, main tumse bahut pyar karta hoon…itna pyar ki tumhare pimples bhi mujhe achchhe lagte hai……”

“ ye kaisi line hai, bakwas……”

“ok… make it simple.. Shweta, I like you… main tumse friendship karna chahta hoon…..”

“ abey bakchod wo toh pahle se hee teri dost hai…”

“arey haan! ye toh bhool hee gaya tha…okayy… Shweta, main tumse fatat le pyar karta hoon, main tujhe zindagi bhar pelna chahta hoon… tere muh me dena chahta hoon … tera muh me lena chahta hoon… bole toh 69. ye sahi rahega… ekdum killer… The ARman Style”

“sahi hai…”

“lawda sahi hai…”

“kuch soch phhir…”

“sochta hoon… par kitni kamal ki baat hai ki is baar teeno version past me transfer hue hai… ”

Is beech jhat barabar laundo ko padhane wali madam lagatar sabse unka name, unke baap ka name puchhte ja rahi thi… waise us chiz me kuch khas naya nahi tha lekin ek shabd tha jo bar-bar mere dimag me strike karta tha… wo shabd tha 
“Shree” 

Aksar ladke apne baap ke name ke saamne Shree…Dr…. , Er…. Mr. prefix jod rahe the… par mujhe ye Shree word kuch jyada hee achchha laga. maine ye pahle bhi suna tha lekin ispar dhyan aaj diya tha… mujhe ye word kafi acha lag raha tha… main toh hamesha apne baap ke name ke saamne Mr. lagata tha… khair maine Shweta ko propose karne ke apne plan pe dhyan diya lekin jab-jab koyi ye word use karta mere dimag me wo word kafi der tak ghoomta rahta…..

“Shweta, seriously… I love you, mujhe tumse teesari nazar me hee pyar ho gaya tha…”

“teesari nazar… pahli nazar bol…”

“jo sach hai, wo sach hai… ab teesari nazar me pyar hua toh main jhooth kyun bolu ki pahli nazar me hua…. Honesty bhi koyi chiz hoti hai ya nahi… Arman koyi dikhawa nahi karta…”

“achchha phhir… gand mara…”

“wo toh main marunga… iski, jo mere saamne baithi hai…”

Maine kayi aur lines sochi , bahut tarike soche lekin kuch jam nahi raha tha… main khud me hee abhi ulajh chuka tha aur idhar mere school ke aakhiri din ki aakhiri class khatm hone ke kagar par thi… 

Yadi koyi mujhe puri class me khade hokar madarchod bolne ke liye bole toh main bejhijhak bol dunga… yaha tak ki samne desk par khade hokar apna lund bhi dikha dunga lekin ye ‘I love you’ word mann me sochte hee mera dil jor se dhadakne lagta tha… matlab, kitni kamal ki baat hai na… khair… jab main bahut der tak kuch nahi bol paya toh apni aur Shweta ki kahani ko yahi khatm karke wapas apni seat par jaane ka socha… is khayal ke sath ki kya Shweta kabhi jaan payegi ki main us din use waha propose karne ke irade se gaya tha….. nahi… use toh ye yaad bhi nahi rahega aur mujhe……. 

Par usi samay jaise ek chamatkar hua aur jab maine Shweta ko bina kuch kahe waha se jaane ki thaan li toh wo khud peechhe mudi aur thoda muskurate hue, thoda sharmate hue, thoda ghabrate hue mere hath me jaldi se se ek kagaz pakda di…

“iski maa ka… ye kya tha be…”Shweta ke dwara mere hath me pakdaye kagaz ko dekh maine khud se kaha “ love letter… ? ya phhir physics ka koyi hard numerical…? Love letter hee hoga… love letter… yani meri gatha complete… yeeesss… Shweta weds Arman… par lead role me toh main hoon isliye , Arman weds Shweta”

Maine bade utsah ke sath Shweta ka wo letter khola jo baad me love letter nikla… jiske andar usne apna pura dil kholkar rakh diya tha… uski writing bhi mujhse achchhi thi… khaskar ke uske A aur S banane ka tarika… us letter me usne 13 baar mujhe I love you kaha tha…. jisme se 10 baar usne Arman ki jagah Armaan likha tha. 

Armaan…A-r-m-a-a-n… seriously, koyi itna irresponsible kaise ho sakta hai… wo bhi mere name ko lekar….

“ye kya hai…”gusse se dheemi aawaz me maine Shweta se puchha… jispar wo muskara uthi…

“Shweta, tujhe main propose karne ka soch raha tha aur isiliye main yaha aaya tha… lekin tune mujhe kyun propose kiya… kya tere maa-baap ne tujhe manners nahi sikhaye… kyun maa-baap ka name barbaad kar rahi hai… main tujhe patata aur tu pat jati toh wo thik tha, lekin tune mujhe kyun propose mara…? aaj ke baad mujhse kabhi baat karna… I hate you…”

“kya fark padta hai…”thoda gusse se Esha boli…. Mera matlab Shweta. Sala aaj teeno version transfer hue hai toh dikkat ho rahi hai…

“tumhara dimag toh sahi hai…. tum mujhe I love bolo ya main tumhe I love you kahu… kya fark padta hai”

Bina kuch bole main waha se utha aur bagal wali column me jo ek ladka baitha tha uske sath baith gaya… Shweta mere jawab se kafi udas ho gayi thi, lekin maine iski koyi parvaah nahi ki… idhar dusari taraf wild entry lene wali madam ab bhi name.. baap ka name puchhne me lagi thi aur do ladko ke baad mera number tha…

“my name is Anuj Singh and my father is Dr. Pankaj Singh..”

“sit down…next”

“my name is gopichand kushwaha and my father’s name is Shri Rajendra kushwaha..”

“next…”

Aur phhir main khada hua aur maine apna name bola…

“Shri Arman….”

Ye apne aap hee hua tha, mere name ke aage maine anjaane me hee Shri jod diya tha aur is tarah maine ek hee din me khud ko Yugpurush ke sath-sath Shri ki bhi upadhi de di thi……

School se wapas ghar jate waqt main aur Varun wapas apne adde par cigarette peene gaye…. Jaha Varun ne mujhse kaha

“ye saal bhi khatm… tu pakka ab school me nahi padhega…”

“done…”

“aur tere gharwale nahi mane toh.. tere school ki fees toh wahi denge na…”

“collector’s scholarship… jo bhi board exams me district me top 2 me rahega uski state ke kisi bhi school me free me padhayi hogi… bas ek baar top 2 me aa jaun phhir dekh tu… main toh bolta hoon tu bhi chal… mere sath… maine toh school bhi soch liya hai… Sharda Vihar, Bhopal. mast school hai aur waha padhayi ke sath-sath sports me bhi dhyan dete hai… last year 32 students national khelne gaye the waha se aur 4 indian camp… waha aise-aise games ke coach hai jin games ka maine aaj tak name tak nahi suna… matlab ekdum perfect jagah hai… ”
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“nahi… main nahi jaunga…”

“kyun… main rahunga na tere sath…”

“mera toh bahut mann hai lekin gharwale nahi manenge…”

Jispar maine pura dum lagakar ek kash mara jiske karan mujhe khasi bhi aane lagi… par main nahi ruka aur khaste hue bola…

“look…if you really want to do something, then do it. Don’t waste your time on someone ‘s opinion .not even on your parents. Isliye main bolta hoon chal… kya karega in chutiyo ke sath… waha tu mere sath rahega…. Arman ke sath… Shri Arman ke sath…”

“isi liye toh nahi jaunga…”

“kya matlab…”ek aur lamba kash markar maine puchha…

“dekh ab tu us school me jayega, top marega… sports me medals leke aayega… har tarah ke competitions me participate karega aur phhir se medals, trophies vagerah layega… aur main…? Sab log mera ,tujhse compare karenge… bolenge ki Arman ko dekho kitna tez hai aur Varun kitna bhondu hai… kayi log toh abhi se hee yahi bolte hai… main bahut jealous feel karta hoon tujhse ki bhagwan ne sab kuch tujhe kyun diya, BC ek bhi talent nahi hai mere andar aur tu chahta hai ki main tujhe aur jhelu… aur do saal teri kamyabi se jalu… sorry, par main nahi jaane wala… tere sath toh bilkul bhi nahi aur jo subject tu lega, wo bhi main nahi lunga… warna phhir se mere gharwale tujhse comparison karke mujhe taana marenge….”

Ye sunkar main muskuraya aur bas muskuraya… kyunki aur kuch toh tha hee nahi kahne ko….. wo jagah thi aur wo samay tha, jab maine nakli muskan ki kala seekhi… mera mann toh kiya ki main Varun ko wahi chhod du lekin maine kuch nahi kaha aur muskurate hue use bike me baithne ka ishara kiya… maine muskurate hue bike start ki aur muskurate hue hee bike sadak par dauda di……

“so this is our last ride…”bike ki speed tez karte hue chillakar maine puchha

“kya bola…kuch sunayi nahi diya…”

“main bol raha tha ki… ye humari last ride hai shayad… ek sath…”

“haaaan…”

“kya bolta hai, speed badhau…”

“badha de…”

“le phhir….”

bolkar Maine clutch dabakar pel ke accelerator mashak diya, jis-se bike speed me toh nahi gayi par itni tez aawaz hui ki waha aas-paas mauzood logo ke kaan ke parde fat gaye….. hahaha…sale madarchod… 

Phhir maine clutch chhoda aur ahiste-ahiste bike ko speed me lane laga… main mast bike chala raha tha, bole toh full enjoyment aur usi waqt ek aisa samay aaya jab bike ki speed apne aap dheemi hone lagi, bike ki aawaz apne aap kam hone lagi jabki maine accelerator pel ke daba rakha tha upar se petrol bhi full tha… maine aas-paas dekha aur mahsoos kiya mujhe ab na toh hawa ki sarsarahat sunayi de rahi hai aur na hee meri peeth thok kar mujhpar chillate Varun ki koyi aawaz aur ek baar phhir se wo hua, jo thodi der pahle hua tha…. jab main Sharda Enterprises me baitha hua tha… mere aankho ke saamne phhir se meri zindagi ki tasvire nachne lagi… bas fark sirf itna tha ki last time sequence backward tha lekin abki baar sequence forward tha…. jaise ki main future dekh raha hoon… mujhe phhir kuch seconds ke liye Arun dikha, phhir Kuch seconds ke liye Esha dikhi… jinhe dekhkar maine bike me peechhe baithe Varun se kaha….

“Varun jaldi-jaldi me ek baat toh bolna bhool hee gaya…. tu ek baat hamesha yaad rakhna…”

“kya….”(ye usne kaha hoga)

“ Sonam ki maa ka bhosda…”

Waqt badla, scene badla, log badle aur jo nahi badla wo tha main…. jab main wapas present me aaya toh apne dimag me ek sawal liye turant apne kaam me lag gaya… aur wo sawal tha….“why god created the humans….”

Mera dimag ab bhi thodi-thodi purani yaado me ghoom raha tha, upar se wo sawal ki…bhagwan ne hume kyun banaya lekin phhir bhi maine computer screen par nazar gadayi aur fata-fat apna kaam niptane laga… MTL

Shweta se us din ke baad main kabhi nahi mila.. yaha tak ke exams me bhi nahi. isliye main exactly nahi bata sakta ki mere baare me uski ray kya rahi hogi aur abhi kya hai... par ek baar facebook me uski id dikhi thi mujhe tab maine mazak-mazak me 'hello' likhkar bheja tha use, jiske baad usne bhi same reply kiya tha par phhir maine kaha ki...

"tu wahi laundiya hai na jise maine kayi saal pahle reject karke behan-zoned kar diya tha...haha"

jiske baad usne mujhe turant block kar diya aur shayad aaj tak block karke rakhi hui hai... shayad unblock bhi kar diya ho... mujhe nahi pata. waise bhi ab kya fark padta hai...

“tum, kya name hai tumhara… tum.. kya samajhte ho tum khud ko…”mere kaan ke paas aakar ek ladki chillate hue boli… 

Jispar maine apna kaan pen se khujaya aur us chillane wali ladki ko dekha… ye toh wahi ladki thi jise maine canteen me dekha tha aur Jagat se iske khoobsurati ki tareef bhi ki thi… lekin ye mujhpar kyun chilla rahi hai, ise toh main jaanta tak nahi…. kahi ye meri fan toh nahi, jisko maine reply na diya ho aur ye is baat se bhadak gayi ho....

“tumne kya kaha mere bare me… haan… tum khud ko samajhte kya ho… kya aise hee apni maa-bahan ke baare me bhi dusaro se baat karte ho… what is your problem…”

“the problem is we don’t want problems but problems want us… now tell me, what’s your problem”dusare wale kaan ko pen se khujate hue maine kaha...

“kya… kya matlab tumhara… tumne us Jagat se kya kaha ki tum mujhe pasand karte ho… apni bahan ke liye bhi tum aisa hee bologe…”

“pahli baat…meri koyi bahan hee nahi hai, isliye main us chiz ki toh baat hee nahi karunga aur rahi dusari baat toh…kya har khoobsurat ladki ke paas dimag nahi hota except Angelina… maine kya kaha Jaggu se…? sirf yahi kaha ki wo ladki jo waha baithi hai wo kafi khoobsurat hai… bas itna hee....”

“toh tumne mere baare me kaha kyun…”

“mera muh... mere shabd aur freedom of speech… isliye... ab chal ja yaha se…socha tha tujhe pataunga ,lekin tu bhi…”

“tumhari himmat kaise hui ye bolne ki…”

“tu ja na bahan… ab khush ya rakhi baandh kar jayegi…”

“sorry bolo…”

“ja nahi bolta sorry, jo ukhadna ho ukhad le…”

“main bolti hoon sorry bolo….”

“teri….”gusse se khade hote hue maine kaha “tujhe bola na jaane ke liye..chal ja yaha se, warna ek mukka marunga toh ek mahine tak dard dega… nahi ye purana ho gaya… ok…again… chal nikal, warna ek jhapad me jhad jayegi”

“tumhari himmat kaise hui Shivakant Sehgal ki beti se aise baat karne ki, mere papa Shivakant Sehgal…. General Manager hai, sharda enterprises ke….”

“toh…”

“toh…main tumhe naukri se nikalwa dungi…”

“toh…”

“toh… main tumpe maanhani ka case kar dungi…”

“tu jati ya nahi yaha se…”

“pahle sorry bolo”

“sorry… ab ja, jakar mar ja……..pura dimag ki maa-bahan kar di…”

“no problem, bye… compliment ke liye thanks”haskar waha se jaate hue wo Shivakant Sehgal ki laundiya boli…

“ajeeb gandu laundi hai, lawda….. itna dimag khane ke baad bolti hai ki no problem, bye…. why the hell god created us…”

Chapter-28: The Wedding Reception

jyada bimar hone ka ek fayda ye hai ki aapko kuch bhi acha nahi lagta….i mean choot… chuttad… various kind of chutiyapa. sab aadmi ke liye bejaan hote hai… aur wo samay hota hai jab ek insaan apni zindagi me mahan hota hai… example ke taur par mujhe dekh lo main na jaane kitne saalo se bimar hoon aur isiliye main mahan hoon…. Main puri raat khud ke, khud ke future ke baare me sochta hoon par mujhe yahi lagta hai ki main kuch nahi soch raha….. ab isi samay ko hee le lo… main kuch soch raha hoon lekin mujhe aisa lag raha hai ki main kuch nahi soch raha… 

“guns kaha deliver karne hai…”Daddu ne mujhse puchha…

“abhi time kya hua hai…”

“ saat bees”

“isi samay, saat din baad…char alag-alag jagah, Haryana me…Delivery kaise karoge… ”

“25-25 guns ki char potli banakar ek potli phal ke truck me, ek potli ambulance me, ek potli shadi ke liye Haryana ja rahe ek family ke saman ke sath aur ek…. Bike me mere aadmi leke jayenge…”

Paiso ka bag nikalkar maine Daddu ke saamne rakha, jisme maine wahi note rakhe the jo maine us ambulance se loota tha…

“isme toh sirf 7 laakh hai…..”

“ye jewellery….”ek aur bag Daddu ki table par rakhkar main muskuraya “aadha abhi, baki delivery time. Haryana me jin char jagah par tumhe maal pahuchana hai uska address main tumhe nahi dunga, bas main tumhare aadmiyo ko root bataunga aur wo usko follow karenge…. Police ka khatra nahi chahiye apun ko.”

“khatarnak…”paiso ke sath jwellery table par apni taraf kheech-kar Daddu bola “khatarnak… ekdum full planning ke sath. Ekdum…. Kya bolte hai usko angrezi me…… I like you… ajmeri ke kothe ki jo randi chahiye wo le lo aaj… apun ki taraf se tohfa….”

“sach…”

“Daddu ki jubaan hai…”

“thik hai phhir..”aankho me ho rahi jalan ko shant karne ke liye apni aankho ko mijte hue maine kaha“Ajmeri chahiye…. Milegi ?”

Mere itna bolte hee Daddu aur waha mauzood uske sabhi aadmiyo ki chok ho gayi.. chok toh meri bhi hui par main normal hee bana raha… kyunki Daddu ab kar bhi kya sakta tha, usne mujhe jubaan di thi… upar se thahra paiso ka lalchi…usne ek baar paiso ki taraf dekha aur phhir haan kar diya.

“lekin aaj nahi… kal.. kal raat me….”

“aaj kyun nahi..”

“samjha karo Daddu bhai, already subah se do baar ho chuka hai….. ”

“hihihihi…I like you”

“I like you too….Daddu bhai, aapne us din kya mara us laundiya ko… sala idhar se belt, udhar se danda…phhir rape. Matlab maza aa gaya dekh ke… full enjoyment… main toh aapka fan ho gaya us din se… aapke sath ek photo lena magta apun ko, bole toh yun bindas style me aur ek autograph bhi… aapki photo ko apun frame karake apne ghar ki deewar pe latyega aur bade-bade aksharo me likhwayega ki… ye hai DD- Diler Daddu…”

“aur uske neeche Ganga-Jamuna ka baadshah bhi likhwana…”

“bilkul…”

Daddu ke sath selfie lekar aur ek mude hue paper me Daddu ka autograph ke sath ek katta lekar main waha se nikal gaya….
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Har din main khud se do jhooth zaroor bolta hoon… pahla subah me… ki… aaj ka din achchha hoga aur dusara raat me ki….aaj ka din achchha raha…. Baki kuch achchha hota toh nahi phhir bhi main har din ye repeat karte rahta hoon… 
Aaj subah bhi jab main 2 ghante ki lambi neend lekar utha toh khud se kaha ki… aaj ka din achchha hoga aur apna bag lekar A-3 ki taraf badha. Remember, A-3…? mera purana ghar… jaha main ek saal se bhi adhik samay tak raha tha. waise maine jis din David ko A-3 me pela tha, usi din soch liya tha ki ab main un sabki shakl tak kabhi nahi dekhunga… lekin ek chiz jo mere dimag me har din ghoomte rahti thi wo ye ki jis dost ne itne mushqil samay me mere sath diya, maine uski hee insult ki… uske hone wali biwi ki insult ki… ye sahi nahi tha. mana ki maine bachpan me Varun par bahut se ahsaan kiye the, lekin yadi main wo ahsaan nahi bhi karta toh bhi Varun ka kuch jyada nuksaan nahi hota… wo kisi na kisi tarah situation handle kar hee leta… lekin main… main ye nahi kar sakta tha, meri zindagi college ke sath hee khatm ho chuki thi, mere dost ke sath-sath mere gharwalo ne bhi mera sath chhod diya tha… us waqt Varun hee ekmatra tha, jisne meri emotionally aur economically bahut help ki thi… isliye mujhe uske ahsaano ka badla toh chukana hee tha aur pichhale dino raat bhar nadi ke beech bitane ke baad mujhe khayal aaya ki aise toh main kabhi bhi tapak sakta hoon toh kyun na Varun se aakhiri mulaqat kar li jaye… isiliye main yaha tha. Flat number A-3 ke saamne….

A-3 pahuchkar maine gate knock kiya… 

“kamal hai 5 minute ho gaye, sale ne gate nahi khola… zaroor sonam ke sath chudayi machayi hogi kal raat me aur abhi kapde pahan raha hoga…”jab Varun ne gate nahi khola toh maine anuman lagaya…

Is beech A-3 se judi meri kayi yaade taaza hone lagi… jinhe rok-kar maine ek aur baar darwaja knock kiya….

“kya hai yar, koyi izzat hee nahi hai.... abhi batata hoon…”bolkar main thoda peechhe gaya par usi samay Varun ne gate khola… towel pahankar

“achchha hua, jo gate khol diya…warna main todne wala tha…”

“Arman tuuu.. yahaaaa”

“itna chauk kyun raha hai… main yaha rahne nahi aaya hoon, don’t worry…”gate ki taraf badhte hue main bola… lekin tabhi Varun ne mujhe rok liya

“tu andar nahi ja sakta…”

“kyun Sonam bhi hai kya andar…”

“haan, par wo baat nahi hai… tu abhi andar nahi jayega…”

“kya hua… tu mujhe rok kyun raha hai…”

“rook na be, itna hadbada kyun raha hai…”

“ab samjha…main… ki tu kyun mujhe andar nahi aane de raha, bole toh batau…”

“nahi…”

“batane de na… please”

“nahi… Arman nahi…”

“tune Sonam ke sath raat bhar chudai ki…”

“Arman…chup ho ja…”

“aur phhir thukam-thukayi karne ke baad tum dono thak-kar aise hee so gaye, jiske baad tum dono ki neend abhi mere gate knock karne pe khuli hai… tabhi toh tu towel lapet ke aaya hai…”

“aur kuch bolna hai…”peechhe mudkar Varun ne dekhte hue kaha…

“hat na… mujhe bhi dekhna hai…”

“tu mera lund dekh… bhosdiwale… jiska dekhna tha , uska toh dekha nahi… ab koyi aur dekh raha hai uska…”

“Nisha…. ? Itni jaldi David se set ho gayi… Sali chhinar… mujhe toh uspe shuru se hee shaq tha… achchha hua jo chhod diya usko… warna wo apne ghar me apne maa-baap ke saamne David se chudwate rahti aur main idhar khali mutth marte rahta, sale incests… tujhe pata hai breakup se kayi mahine pahle usne mujhe choot tak nahi dikhayi.. jabki main har hafte kisi na kisi bahane kaise bhi karke use apna lund dikhata tha… jab wo yaha aati ya jab main kahi uske sath ghoomne jata toh main use ishare bhi karta ki wo mujhe dikhaye… jis par wo bolti ki… ‘Arman, meri koyi izzat hai ya nahi, tumne mujhe samajh kya rakha hai’… wah bc… jaise mere lund ki koyi izzat hee nahi…”

“Varun, kaun hai gate par… zara andar aana toh, aur ye kal raat wale bartan tumne abhi tak nahi dhoye….”andar se ek auratjaat ki aawaz aayi aur is aawaz ke aate hee Varun ne mujhe andar aane diya….

“ja…ja bartan dhokar, phhir baat karte hai…”

Varun ke waha se andar jaane ke baad maine pure flat ko dekha… flat ka toh pura look hee change ho gaya tha… deeware phhir se paint karayi gayi thi, kayi sare frames vagerah lagaye gaye the aur kayi naye saman bhi Varun laya tha… jaise naya sofa… maine apna bag ek taraf feka aur shoes pahankar hee sofe me kooda… phhir maine table me iphone dekha, jise dekhkar ek pal ko mujhe khayal aaya ki main wo iphone pel doon…. Khair maine apna wo plan drop kiya aur apne joote se ragad-ragad kar sofe ko saaf karne laga…. mera matlab joote ko saaf karne laga.

“kaisa hai tu aur kaha rahta hai aajkal…”apna hath towel se pochhate hue Varun ne puchha…

“Nehru chauk ke paas…”

“toh…kaise aana hua…”sofe me ek taraf baithkar Varun ne puchha 

“tu jaisa soch raha hai, waisa nahi hai hai… main tujhse paise magne nahi aaya… balki dene aaya hoon”

“ye tune kiya… ye sofa tune ganda kiya abhi aur tu…tu shoes pahan kar sofe me baitha hai… neeche kar jaldi, warna Sonam dekhegi toh…”

“toh…”

“toh kuch nahi…”apna sar dabate hue usne kaha “tujhe samajhna itna mushqil kyun hai… tu us din toh aise gaya tha jaise kabhi laut kar nahi aayega aur phhir aaj aa gaya….”

“main toh ek khuli kitab ki tarah hoon dost, par mujhe sirf padho mat...mujhe samjho. Physics ke concept ki tarah… deeper you go, deeper I become… anyway”

“I hate physics…”

“kya fark padta hai… par dobara mat bolna ”

“thik hai… nahi bolunga… lekin tu jo sochkar yaha aaya hai, wo ab nahi ho sakta… tu chahe jitna bol le lekin mujhe maloom hai ki tu yaha rahne aaya hai… lekin bhai, I’m sorry… ab ye nahi ho sakta… tune mujhme ahsaan kiye the, maine tujhpe kiye… baat khatm aur jaldi se jaldi yaha se jaa… Sonam abhi bathroom me hai, maine use bataya hai ki mere office ka ek dost aaya hua hai….”

“tu aise kyun hadbada raha hai… ”

“aise kyun hadbada raha hoon…? meri Sonam se engagement ho chuki hai… kuch mahino baad shadi hone wali hai… hum dono sath rahte hai aur wo is duniya me sirf ek hee shaks se nafrat karti hai wo hai tu… kyunki us din tune raat me uske sath bahut galat kiya….”

“bahut galat kiya…? Aisa kya kiya tha maine…”dimag par jor dalkar maine socha…

((“tumhari himmat kaise hui…”tarrate hue Sonam mere paas aayi aur mujhe marne ke liye apna hath uthane hee wali thi ki maine uska hath pakda aur uthakar Varun ki taraf fek diya….

“ab ye mujhe chodna sikhayenge… Friendynamic ke law ne mere hath baandh rakhe hai warna main tujhe achchhe se batata ki meri himmat kaise hui… randi Sali… paise lekar lund choosne wali… tujhse toh main baad me niptunga.. tu rook do minute abhi”))

“Bad need to be punished by worse… i mean, I was just entertaining the god…yahi niyati hai, mere bhai”

“chhod usko.... waise tere peechhe bahut kand hua idhar… par teri shakl ko kya hua aur tera hath… bend kaise ho gaya”

“kya batau, ek din josh me itni jor se mutth mara ki hath hee bend ho gaya… waise tu kisi kand ki baat kar raha tha..”

“David ne police case kar diya tha, tere naam pe aur police mujhse puchh-tachh karne bhi aayi thi… mujhse unhone tere ghar ka address bhi manga tha…”

“phhir…”do cigarette muh me fasate hue maine puchha… jispar Varun naraz ho gaya...

"tujhe peena hai toh pee, main nahi piunga..."

"abey main khud ke liye hee do cigarette jala raha hoon... ek version 2.0 ke liye aur ek khud ke liye... right wali cigarette main piyunga aur left wali, 2.0... khair chhod tu, ye sab teri samajh me nahi aayega... ye sab psychological baate hai... tu aage bata, phhir kya hua..."

“phhir kya… phhir maine Sonam aur Nisha ke jariye kaise bhi karke David ko case wapas lene ke liye mana liya aur ek baat tere bhai ki shadi ho chuki hai aur wo dono 6 mahine pahle USA shift ho chuke hai… dono matlab ek tera bhai aur dusari…”

“Pandey ji ki laundiya, yani meri bhabhi… good aur mere mom-dad…”

“last month wo bhi gaye … pahle kuch problem tha builder ke license ka…”

“toh license mil gaya… wow… mera baap toh full rahis ho jayega phhir…. Sala , yadi mere paas itna paisa hota toh roj ladkiyo ko nanga karwake mutth marta…. Koyi aur khabar”

“tu pahle mujhe ek baat bata, wo tujhse itni nafrat kyun karte hai… aise-kaise koyi apne aaulad ko chhod sakta hai… tune aakhir kiya kya tha ghar me”

“kiya kya tha…? thik se toh yaad nahi… rook thodi der…”bolkar maine apne dimag me jor dala…

((“hi Arun… Esha aayi hai kya college”

“areyy hatt lawda…”

Abey… Ye toh main college pahuch gaya… 2.0 , thoda daba ke gadi aage le… ghar pahucha… haan, bas..bas… bas yahi rok… ye pahucha main family episode me...

“sun be, ab main chhota nahi raha jo jab jee aaye pelte rahoge… munda kharab hua na toh main maiyya chod dunga tum sabki…”))

“oh teri… ye sab hua tha… baap re”wapas present me aate hue maine khud se kaha..

“kya… hua tha..”

“kuch nahi… kuch khas nahi… tu suna… koyi aur khabar”

“Nisha ki shadi ho gayi… last week”

“kamal hai… River View Colony me toh koyi jashn hee nahi tha…”

“hota bhi toh tujhe kaise pata chalta, tu toh Nehru chauk ke paas rahta hai na…?”

“oh haan, sala abhi tak yahi address yaad hai…”

“reception do din ke baad ka hai… Nisha ne kaha tha ki yadi mera tujhse koyi contact ho toh main tujhe reception me aane ke liye invite kar du…”

“aur tune kar diya… bakchod. Abey, wo mere maze lene ki koshish kar rahi hai aur tu… zindagi bhar lanth hee rahega tu…”

“tu shayad thik se samjha nahi…. Main bhi tere maje hee le raha hoon… kitne paise chahiye tujhe…bol…. main dunga, lekin utni baar tujhe Sonam se sorry bolna padega”
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“aur tune kar diya… bakchod. Abey, wo mere maze lene ki koshish kar rahi hai aur tu… zindagi bhar lanth hee rahega tu…”

“tu shayad thik se samjha nahi…. Main bhi tere maje hee le raha hoon… kitne paise chahiye tujhe…bol…. main dunga, lekin utni baar tujhe Sonam se sorry bolna padega”
Varun ki last line sunkar maine uski taraf dekha… matlab dekh toh pahle bhi raha tha par is baar thoda dum lagakar dekha, muskuraya aur khamosh hee raha… yaha aane se pahle toh maine socha tha ki purane yaar itne dino baad milenge toh sare gile-shikawe door ho jayenge… lekin shayad mere karam hee aise the jise bhulaya nahi ja sakta… 

“ye toh mere hee maje lene lag gaya… main maje lene me aaunga toh phhir…. Anyway, chhote logo ke kya muh lagna….”

Isliye main sofe se utha aur bistar me pade apne bag ko uthakar wapas sofe me baitha…shoes pahankar

“maine pura hisab kiya hai tera…”apne bag se noto ki gaddi nikalkar Varun ke hath me dete hue kaha “1,46,000  ke around tune mujhpe ahsaan kiya tha… ye pure dedh laakh hai, aish kar…”

“dedh lakh, kama liya tune…itni jaldi, chori karne laga kya… waise bhi aajkal Nagpur me loot-maar jyada ho rahi hai, kuch din pahle ki baat hai kisi ne ambulance ko hee loot liya aur us ambulance me jo patient tha wo paise na hone ki vazah se hospital walo ne use admit hee nahi kiya aur wo mar gaya…. kahi wahi note toh nahi hai na ye… warna pakda jaunga… sach bata kaha se laya…”haste hue Varun ne puchha… lekin use zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki mazak-mazak me wo sach bol raha tha…. siway iske ki…ki wo note wo nahi the jo maine ambulance se paar kiya tha, ambulance wale sare rupaye toh main Daddu ko dekar aaya tha…

“tere baap se lekar aaya hoon ye paise… chup-chap le le…”

“dedh lakh… isme tune apne mobile ka bill joda kya, jo maine tujhe tere birthday pe gift diya tha… 30,000 ka tha… ab jab ahsaan chukka raha hai toh pure ahsaan chuka de… warna tujhpe bojh rahega…”

Maine apne bag me nazar dali… bag me ab sirf pachas hazar hee the…. Main kuch der tak apne bag me hee dekhta raha, jis par Varun ne taana marte hue kaha…

“kya hua engineer saab, bag khali ho gaya kya…. koyi nahi, Sonam ki taraf se ahsaan maan ke rakh le….”

“ye le, soot samet pachas diya… tu bhi kya yaad rakhega……..lawda..”
Pura bag khali karne ke baad main waha se jaane ke liye utha aur tabhi peechhe se tantanate hue Sonam aayi…

“Varun, ye yaha kya kar raha hai… is wahiyat insaan ko yaha se bahar karo, jaldi…isi waqt…”

“chup be… bhool gayi kya itni jaldi ”

“whattt…. You……… mean….”

“I mean…. I don’t care if you are my best friend’s slut or my best friend’s wife… I hate you and I’ll always do.”

“Arman , tu jaa yaha se aur aaj ke bad yaha mat aana…”kisi anhoni ki aashanka se Varun ne kaha

Main waha se jaane laga, lekin gate par pahuchkar mujhe kuch achchha nahi laga mera matlab kaha main aur kaha ye… main peechhe palta aur Varun se bola…

“Varun… main soch raha tha ki yadi us din maine Gaurav ko nahi mara hota toh wo teri behan ko aur tere khandan ki izzat ko aur kitna chodta… mujhe us din school me Gaurav ko nahi marna chahiye tha… wo teri behan ko itna chodta ki wo pregnant ho jati aur phhir tere lawde se latak kar jhool jati, galti actually Gaurav ki nahi thi… teri lund ki pyasi behan ki thi, jisne Gaurav ko seduce kiya hoga phhir uchak-uchak kar Gaurav se gand marwayi hogi… jaise ye Sonam marwati hai aur tera wo maha chutiya bhai, gandu jo college me ek ladki ke peechhe gand marwa ke suicide karne chala tha….sala chodu, mujhe use bhi marne dena chahiye tha… ab jab ahsaan chukane ki baat ho rahi hai toh yadi waqt mile toh iske baare me sochna… ya phhir meri bheekh samajh ke rakh lena… waise bhi meri bheekh pe hee jeeta tha tu… warna School me Reema ke honth chatna toh door tu uske jhat ka baal bhi nahi chat pata… achchha mara, lawda tumsabko ko us din… bahut udd rahe the betichod… baitha diya… hahaha… maza aa gaya behanchod… is Sonam ko toh choot pakad kar uthake feka tha… jhatahi , Sali, randi, chhinar, kutiya, bhosdiwali…nagdi kahi ki… mujhe milna mat tu kahi bahar, warna dayi chod dunga teri main… hattt madarchod, teri pure pariwar….”

“aaj toh main tujhe zinda nahi chhodunga…rook tu..”bagal me rakhi hockey stick uthakar meri taraf badhte hue Varun gusse se cheekha…

“na munna na… baap se panga nahi lete, peechhe chal…”bag se katta nikalkar maine kaha aur bina koyi deri kiye Varun ko pel diya… ek goli uske mathe me aur ek uske seene me….

Sonam ki toh gand fat gayi… wo jaha thi.. wahi khadi rahi… mera matlab koyi action nahi, koyi reaction nahi… yaha tak ki Varun bhi jaisa tha, waise hee tha… mere goli marne ke baad wo neeche gir raha tha… par ab wo beech hawa me atak gaya tha… uska khoon jo uske sharir se nikal kar neeche gir raha tha…wo bhi hawa me hee rooka hua tha… phhir maine khud ko dekha… main bhi un dono ki tarah atak kar raha gaya tha… bas meri aankh daye-baye ho rahi thi…..
Aur Phhir………..

“whattt…. What do You mean….ki main bhool gayi ?”

“I mean…. I don’t care if you are my best friend’s slut or my best friend’s wife… I hate you and I’ll always do.”

“Arman , tu jaa yaha se aur aaj ke bad yaha mat aana…”kisi anhoni ki aashanka se Varun ne kaha

Aur main waha se jaane laga, lekin gate par pahuchkar mujhe kuch achchha nahi laga. mera matlab kaha main aur kaha ye… kuch toh jawab dena banta tha isliye main peechhe palta aur aur mere peechhe palat-te hee Varun ne kaha…

“ab kya…”

“Sonam ki maa ka bhosda…. ”bolkar main hasa aur haste hue waha se bahar aaya….
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Ab mri life me na friend tha aur na hee friendynamic… ab Varun jis-se sabse jyada nafrat karta hai, wo main hoon… kuch din pahle tak yadi koyi ye bolta toh shayad hee is brahmand me kisi ko yakin hota lekin ab paasa palat chuka tha… bhavnaye palat chuki thi… dost, dushman ban chuke the aur dushman dost… kayi log ek hone ja rahe the toh kuch log alag ho chuke the… kitna sab kuch pichhale kuch mahino me change ho gaya tha aur kuch log kahte hai ki kuch hua hee nahi, meri story aage badhi hee nahi  khair is dauran jo chiz nahi badli wo tha main aur physics ke laws… jaise F= ma or W=F.S etc.etc.

Itne dino me maine ek chiz jo sabse chhipa kar rakhi , yaha tak ki khud se bhi… wo ye ki us raat jab version 2 ne David ke sar me botal fodi thi, jiske baad mera aur sexy Nisha ka breakup hua tha… wo ladayi, wo kand, wo ghamasan mere aavesh me aane se ya phhir ek-do din pahle ka plan nahi tha…. abhi Nisha aur David ki reception party me aane ke baad jab maine apni ex-maal Nisha ko dekha toh mujhe khayal aaya ki… wo actually bahut pahle se hee planned tha, wo mera instant reaction nahi tha. aur iski vazah the do insaan aur do relations.
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Varun aur Sonam ka pyar maine bahut pahle hee mahsoos kar liya tha, mujhe ye ahsaas ho chala tha ki zaroor ye dono Shadi karenge… kyunki jis tarah main randiyo ko shakl se pahchan jata hoon usi tarah burchatto ko bhi pahchan jata hoon aur Varun…um-hmm… main jaanta tha ki ek na ek din, aaj nahi toh kal Varun mere paas aayega aur mujhse directly bolega ki wo Sonam ke sath rahna chahta hai jiska indirectly matlab ye hoga ki main apna saman baandh kar waha se nikal loon… ye hone hee wala tha… aaj nahi toh kal… aur jab ye hota toh meri bahut bezzati hoti… isliye wo log mujhe jaane ke liye kahe,us-se pahle hee maine waha se jaane ka nirnay le liya tha aur us raat wala kaand meri isi soch ka parinam tha. actually us raat main ek tarah se Varun aur Sonam ki zindagi sawar raha tha… unpar ahsaan kar raha tha… aur maine kiya bhi, par apne style se.

Main Nisha aur David ki wedding reception me aa toh gaya tha par yaha aane ke baad mujhe laga ki mujhe nahi aana chahiye tha. yaha itne sare log the ki mujhe un sabko dekh kar hee ghin aa rahi thi… sab madarchod role marne me lage hue the yaha tak ki waiter bhi… mujhe yaha kuch bhi achchha nahi lag raha tha siway decoration ke… khana shuru ho chuka tha, isliye maine bhi ek plate pakda aur chutiyo ki tarah line me lage logo ke beech me ghusa…

“chal be… peechhe khisak… dekhta kya hai be,yahi pe ragad dunga.. chal peechhe…”ek sajjan purush ko dhakka dekar maine kaha… jis par uske peechhe khade sajjan purush ko shayad bura lag gaya…

“line se aao bhai, bahut khana hai… itna hadbadane ki zaroorat nahi hai…”

“chal be, main yaha bheekh magne nahi aaya hoon, jo line se aaun… ek toh meri maal ki shadi ho rahi hai phhir bhi main patthar me dil rakhkar khana khane aaya hoon, usme bhi tu ye expect kar raha hai ki main line me lagu…? Tera dimag toh sahi hai…? tum logo ko zinda chhod diya wahi bahut hai… aur tu sale , aur paneer dal na.. sale, bheekh de raha hai kya..lawde…. dimag kya gand me bharkar aaya hai… ”
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Isi tarah ladte-jhagadte maine apna plate bhara aur ek chair par jaha sab Orchestra ka programme dekh rahe the waha jakar peechhe baith gaya… khane ki plate lekar waha baithne wala main akela tha isliye jab main waha khane ki plate lekar baitha toh mere agal-bagal wale, mere aage-peechhe wale… mujhe aur mere khane ko ghoorne lage….

“ghoorte raho, kisi ko ek dana nahi dunga khane ka… badi mushqil se kood-fand karke laya hoon itna material… I’m a material engineer… engineer roxxxx…. Sorry sexy, tu jitna bhi try kar le… khoobsurat nahi dikhegi, isliye apne maa-baap ka paisa mat kharch kar. ab tu hai hee itni badsurat…. Upar se mujhe line de rahi hai… chal aage dekh. tujh jaiso ke toh main muh tak me na girau, mera sperm ganda ho jayea… tujhe toh bisleri tak reject kar dega… chal ab aage dekhkar ungali kar…”

“control 3.0, itna baukhlaya hua kyun hai…”

“jaise Esha ko Gautam ke sath dekhkar tu baukhlata tha, waise hee Nisha ko David ke sath dekh kar main baukhala raha hoon… waha tu college ke ladko ko pel ke apni bhadas nikalta tha yaha main in sabko pel raha hoon… kamal hai, tune 4 saal kaise kaat liye, mujhse toh aadha ghanta bhi nahi saha ja raha…”

“khana kha le….”

Maine abhi-abhi apne aage baithi jis ladki ko bura-bhala kaha tha, use meri baat itni buri lagi ki wo waha se uthkar turant chali gayi aur mere aas-paas baithe log apni jagah se uthkar dusari jagah baith gaye…. Maine apne dahine hath ki baah upar uthayi aur plate me upasthit sabhi items ko mix karke full speed ke sath khane laga, kyunki mujhe maloom tha ki jo ladki abhi yaha se bur maan ke gayi hai wo kisi na kisi ko apne sath lekar wapas yaha aayegi…. Isliye bhalayi isi me hai ki main jaldi se apna dose lekar future kand ke liye prepared rahu… ab sala story me jinka role nahi hai, unhe bhi role dena padega….

Waise us ladki ke bur manne se yaad aaya ki maine Nisha ko lekar kayi din pahle ek sapna dekha tha, jisme maine use apne hath se goli mari thi… kamal hai wo dream toh sach hota nzar aa raha hai… kyunki Nisha par goli dagne ke liye mere paas gun bhi hai aur vazah bhi… toh kya main sach me Nisha ko goli marunga ? yadi haan, toh phhir is-se ek baat toh clear ho jayegi ki ye ability hai……
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Us raat jab A-3 me mera Nisha ke sath breakup hua tha… isme bhi maine Nisha par bahut bada ahsaan kiya tha. kyunki jab tak main wo kand nahi karta toh wo mujhse chipki hee rahti aur is tarah David jaisa ladka jo ki kafi rahis hai… sanskari hai, burchatta hai… wo Nisha ke hath se nikal jata… main David ko pasand nahi karta aur na hee kabhi karunga, lekin isme koyi do ray nahi ki Nisha ke liye David mujhse lakh guna better hai… kyunki ek toh David, Nisha ki tarah normal tha, upar se uske bachpan ka dost bhi tha… Nisha ne mujhe kabhi nahi bataya par main apne sixth sense ke jariye samajh chuka tha ki Nisha aur David ke pariwar wale un dono ki shadi karana chahte hai… isliye ek na ek din, wo din bhi aata jab Nisha ko lekar bawal hota…. Waise sach kahu toh main ghanta, Nisha ke liye uske maa-baap se nahi ladta… waise bhi main Nisha ko itni baar chod chuka tha ki uske karan ab mera lund bhi khada nahi hota tha… mera matlab, main Nisha se bore ho chuka tha… yadi Nisha ki jagah Esha hoti tab situation shayad alag hoti… 

Mujhe andaza ho chala tha ki ek din Nisha bhi Varun ki tarah mujhe apni zindagi se nikal fekegi, isliye wo mujhe pahle feke aur meri bezzati ho iske pahle hee maine use fekne ka nirnay liya aur us raat A-3 me mujhe wo platform mila jaha maine Varun aur Sonam ke liye ghar toh khali kiya hee, sath me David aur Nisha ke pyar ki neev bhi dal di…. Par apne style me. lekin kamal ki baat toh ye hai ki mujhe aaj tak iske baare me pata hee nahi tha… sala mahan hone ka yahi ek nuksan hai ki main ahsaan karke bhool jata hoon…. Nisha aur Varun ko toh mera lund dho ke peena chahiye…. These thankless people 
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“tumne meri friend se kya kaha…”

“chal ja na…”jisne bhi mujhe aawaz di thi use completely ignore markar maine kaha “ rasgulla bhi mix ho gaya…. tabhich maza nahi aa raha”

“Arman, tumnee…. Meri….. friend……. Seee….. kyaaa…… kahaaa…..”

Aur kha….kha…khana chhod main turant peechhe palta, kyunki is party me koyi mera name bhi janta hai, is khayal se hee kafi shocked tha. mujhe laga ki shayad Esha hogi par jab main peechhe muda toh……..

“maine tumhe toh invite nahi kiya tha… uspar bhi tum yaha aaye aur humare family guest ki insult kar rahe ho…”

“Nisha… tu…. looking hot. kya gand hai...maza aa gaya lawda.... hahaha. Mujhe nahi maloom ki tumne kya pahna hai matlab kya name hai is dress ka …par jo bhi ho, overall sab badhiya hai…”plate wahi chair ke neeche khiskate hue maine kaha…

“ab tumhari ye tricks mujhpe kaam nahi karengi Arman, isliye tumhare liye behtar yahi hoga ki tum yaha se chalte bano…”

“tu sach me mujhse pyar karti thi ya phhir meri tarah tu bhi bas timepass kar rahi thi… ye doubt clear kar de, taki baad me koyi locha na ho… wo kya hai ki mere paas already hee itne sawal hai, usme ek aur sawal…”Nisha ki aankho me aankhe dalkar maine puchha… main Nisha ko mahsoos kar sakta tha… us waqt jab main uski aankho me dekh raha tha toh wo bilkul chup khadi thi, shayad use samajh hee nahi aaya ki wo mere us sawal ka kya jawab de…. Aur phhir…
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“tumne meri friend se kya kaha…”

“chal ja na…”jisne bhi mujhe aawaz di thi use completely ignore markar maine kaha “sala, rasgulla bhi mix ho gaya….”

“Arman, tumne…. Meri….. friend……. Se….. kya…… kaha…..”

Aur kha….kha…khana chhod main turant peechhe palta, kyunki is party me koyi mera name bhi janta hai, is khayal se hee main kafi shocked tha. mujhe laga ki shayad Esha hogi aur jab main peechhe muda toh……..

“…mam… oh.. hello… hi.... evening….good”apni plate wahi chair ke neeche khiska kar roomal se apna hath aur muh pochhte hue maine R.Rathi ka abhivadan kiya…

“Who the hell do you think you are? Tumne meri friend se kya kaha…”us ladki ko jise maine thodi der pahle jhada tha use saamne karke Rathi mam puchhi…

“ye itni khoobsurat ladki kaun hai, wow… hii…”uski taraf hath badhate hue maine kaha…

“say sorry to her… Arman”

“I’m so sorry, dear… please forgive me”

“okay…”us badsurat ladki ko dilasa dete hue VR boli aur use waha se wapas bhej di…

“aapko thoda ajeeb lagega par, yahi ladki thodi der pahle Nisha ke sath aayi thi… same Time, same dialogue ki tumne meri friend se kya kaha… bas story thodi different thi, usme ye Nisha ki family guest thi”

“tum kuch bhi bolte ho, itni jaldi itna jhooth laate kaha se ho ?”

“ aap chahti hai ki main iska jawab doon ?”

“no….actually, I like both you and your lies ”

“mera sar ghoom raha hai…”apne sar ke baal ko kheechte hue maine kaha “waise aap bhi yaha meri tarah langar me khane aayi ho ? ya sach me invitation mila hai…”

“tumhe kaisa lagta hai…”

“invite kiya hoga Desai ji ne…”

“tum bhi langar me nahi aaye ho, mujhe pata hai…”

“Nisha meri ex….exxxx….xxx…….. xx….x”

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“tumne meri friend se kya kaha…”

“chal ja na…”jisne bhi mujhe aawaz di thi use completely ignore markar maine kaha “sala, rasgulla bhi mix ho gaya….”

“TUMMM….. ek minute , main tumhe jaanti hoon…”

“mujhe kaun nahi jaanta…”khane ka nivala muh me dalkar maine uski taraf bina dekhe kaha…

“TUMMM… wohi ho, jo mujhse camp me mile the… kya name hai tumhara… mujhe yaad nahi aa raha… main tumhara name kaise bhool sakti hoon… oh god… Aman…. Nahi Armann… haan Armaan… tum Arman ho…”

“Angeliiiiii…lliiiiii….llliiiiii….llliiina…. Angelina…”apni plate satak se chair ke neeche rakhkar , roomal se apna hath-muh saaf karte hue main apni jagah se khada hua aur Angelina ko kheechkar gale se lagaya…. 

“tumhe main bata nahi sakta… ki itne salo baad tumhe dekhkar aaj kitna khush hua hoon main… matlab sare dukh-dard ek second me mit gaye… I love you….”

“what the….. leave me”

“le chaku mar, us baar ki tarah… wo nishan ab bhi hai….”Angelina ko kaskar pakadte hue maine kaha “wow, toh main khush bhi hota hoon… wakayi … khush hona kafi khushnuma hai… matlab main bina baat ke hee muskura raha hoon… pata nahi kyun, par mujhe thodi-thodi sharam bhi aa rahi hai…”

“Armaaaaan…”ghuma ke ek mukka mere pet me markar Angelina ne mujhe door kiya…

“abey teri… chal chhod”apna pet sahlate hue maine kaha aur jo ladki Angelina ke sath aayi thi jise maine thodi der pahle yani ki jise maine bahut der pahle jhada tha… use dekhkar maine uska shukriya ada karte hue kaha “kamal hai, itne chhote role me bhi tune kamal kar diya, tune toh mujhe Angelina se mila diya… love you too… chalo teeno chalkar kinare me sex karte hai… maza hee aa jayega aaj toh… tu, chhote role wali ladki… tu mera lund choosna aur Angelina, tujhe main chusunga…yaahhhhh… Angelina, I love you so much… jaldi se apni nude photo dikha… aaj toh maadharchod do-teen litre mutth marunga… sali, randi, chhinar, kutiya, bhosdiwali, teri dayi ka bur… mar ja lawdi… Sali sapne me dikhti hai…. gand me dum hai toh NH-6 me aa, gaand fad dalunga… teri sari doctori na tere gand me bhar dunga… bas tu aa ek baar, tere se bhi hisab chukana hai pichhali baar ka…. bahut role me thi.. ”

“lawda, ye kya tha be….. 2.0….? mujhe toh bina piye hee hangover ho gaya… mujhe aisa laga ki main Nisha ke wedding reception me hoon…? Par haqiqat me toh main is ghanghor ratri me apne flat ki chhat par khada Nisha ke ghar me hone wale jalse ko yahi se dekh raha hoon”

“delusions… ya phhir khuli aankh se sapna dekhna, wo bhi itni raat me chhat me khade hokar… jo bhi samajh me aaye samajh le… waise ek third option bhi hai… ”

“no….”

“yes..”

“no…”

“why….”

“because the universe is infinite…”

“ yes and there are infinite number of universes… ”

“toh…”

“toh ho sakta hai ki ye incident kisi aur universe me hue honge ya ho rahe honge… mera matlab ho sakta hai ki kisi ek me Angelina abtak tujhse mil bhi gayi hogi… aur usi ki yaad yaha achanak se tere dimag me transfer hui hogi…”

“kuch bhi..? hatt lawda… daru peene de, yaha ek zindagi toh jee nahi pa raha aur tu anginat zindagiyo ko jeene ki baat kar raha hai…” 

Kayi saal pahle mujhe ek sapna aaya tha, jisme maine apne class ke ek launde ke marne ka sapna dekha tha aur phhir jab meri neend khuli toh wo sach me mar chuka tha… jise maine A DEAD DREAM(in 8th Semester….) nam diya tha. wo mera pahla aur aakhiri aisa sapna tha, jo aajtak sach hua tha… yani ki mere dimag me bahut pahle se hee thoda-thoda locha tha. apne dimag ke bare me main kabhi jyada nahi sochta aur khaskar ki tab, jab wo baat mere sapne ki ho ya phhir mere bhram ki… kyunki mujhe pata hai ki main inke baare me jitna sochunga utna jyada confuse hounga… aur ye samay confuse hone ka nahi hai. abhi kuch dino baad mujhe mere dimag ki sabse jyada zaroorat hai, jab main Daddu se deal karunga…. Waise main jyada toh nahi sochta par thoda-bahut toh soch hee leta hoon jiske according abhi jo kuch der pahle hua, wo sab ek incident ko lekar teen probable situations thi… jo mere sath hoti ya ho sakti thi, yadi main aaj raat Nisha ke wedding reception me jakar us chhote role wali ladki ko batti deta… waise ye bhi ho sakta hai ki aisa bilkul nahi hota aur meri kabhi us chhote role wali ladki se mulaqat hee nahi hoti, ye bhi ho sakta hai ki waha party me Nisha gusse se mera khoon kar deti… ya phhir main uska kar deta. Ya phhir ye ho bhi chuka hoga… kisi aur jagah me… kisi aur universe me(as per 2.0) aur jab hone-khone ki baat chal hee rahi hai toh hone ko toh ye bhi ho sakta tha ki ye reception party mere aur Nisha ki hoti aur waha David meri tarah alag baitha hota, ya phhir ye shadi mere aur Esha ki hoti aur Gautam chutiyo ki tarah us chhote role wali ladki se lad raha hota…. 

Kahne ka matlab ye hai ki ye antheen sambhavnaye… jo kisi na kisi duniya me hui hogi. Kahi main us waqt udas raha hounga toh kahi David toh kahi Gautam… kisi duniya me Esha mujhse waisi mohabbat karti hogi , jo main us-se is duniya me karta hoon… kahi Angelina ko maine dumb kiya hoga, jis tarah usne mujhe is duniya me kiya… kahi main superstar hounga toh kahi super chutiya, kahi main mar raha hounga toh kahi is waqt paida ho raha hounga… kisi duniya me stud , handsome hunk bhi ho sakta hoon toh kahi gay… gand-mara, hizda… kisi duniya me main Vandana Rathi ki le raha hounga toh kisi aur duniya me Vandana Rathi dildo lagakar meri le rahi hogi….. ye sab kahi na kahi ho raha hoga… (according to 2.0) par is duniya me main us party me gaya bhi nahi jaha se mere dimag me ye sab ghusna shuru hua… main toh ab bhi apne flat ki chhat me cigarette peete hue apne dilemma ko physics se relate karne ki bajay khulla mutth mar raha tha… mujhe koyi dar nahi tha ki koyi mujhe dekh lega ya phhir koyi meri is harqat par mera mazak udayega… mind ko relax karne ke liye maine mobile me full sound me bf chalu kiya aur Vandana Rathi ko apne aage doggy style me jhuka hua assume karke shuru ho gaya… aur jald hee Vandana Rathi ke garden ko apne shwet boondo se pavitra kar diya… 

“Sali, Shag Man se panga leti hai… 2.0, ek aur baar ho jaye kya…”

“hat be Mutth-Manav…”

Chapter-29: Recall-3/The Love Show

Mujhpar jin do logo ka prabhav sabse pada hai… unme se ek Esha hai aur dusara Arun. Esha ki baat baad me karunga… pahle Arun… 

Main college ke dino me aksar confuse hota tha ki main use copy karta hoon ya wo mujhe… kyunki hum dono ki kayi aadatein, pasand kafi milti –julti thi… hum dono ke dost bhi same the aur dushman bhi… kabhi-kabhi toh hum dono use bhi apna dushman bana kar pel dete the, jise hum jaante tak nahi the. yadi wo Arun ka dushman hai toh mera bhi dushma hai aur yadi Arun ka dost hai toh mera bhi dost hai… bole toh buy 1 get 1 free wala offer… meri nazar me wo is duniya ka sabse coolest guy tha aur uski nazar me main…! siway 8th Semester ke kuch aakhiri dino ko chhodkar…. Kyunki un dino wo ladkiyo ki tarah mujhe blame karne laga tha ki uske sath jo bhi hua, hostel ke ladko ke sath job hi hua… sab meri vazah se hua… mera matlab police ki maar ne uska level thoda sa gira diya tha. 
Hum dono ka roll number bhi aage-peechhe tha aur hum dono ki understanding itni badhiya thi ki koyi bhi teacher ho, kitne bhi teacher ho… aisa ek bhi exam ya class test nahi tha… jisme humne cheating na ki ho. yaha tak ki Presentation aur viva me bhi. Presentation me professors, hod aage baith-te the aur jab wo presentation ke baad one word type conceptual question puchhte toh peechhe se Arun mujhe unke jawab diya karta tha aur Viva me meri jaangh par ungaliyo se likhkar…. Waise mostly hum dono samajh nahi pate the ki saamne wala kya kah raha hai…. par kya fark padta hai.

Mujhe nahi lagta ki Arun jaisa koyi supportive kirdar meri story ya meri life me mujhe kabhi milega… isliye aksar mera mood jab bhi jyada off hota hai ya main kuch jyada hee depressed hota hoon toh aksar college ke kuch wo incidents yaad kar leta jisme Arun shamil tha aur abhi…. main depressed tha… 

“do-teen… paanch… paanch- paanch…. Dus…. Dus-do… barah”hostel se nikalkar college jate samay Arun ko pata nahi kya hua ki wo apne sare jeb se chillar nikal-nikal kar pure raaste gin raha tha…

“Arun, kisi ne mujhe aawaz di kya… par tu toh yaha hai… phhir mujhe kisne pukara…”college ke andar ghuste hee maine Arun se kaha… mera matlab puchha
“… barah-ek… terah. Yess… Aaj canteen ka jugad ho gaya mera, tujhe nahi khilaunga… dus ke do samose, chatni ke sath, phhir do rupaye ki beedi… aur ek ka chewing gum”apne sabhi jeb se chillar nikal kar ginte hue Arun ne kafi khush hokar kaha…

“mujhe kisi ne pukara kya ? Aaluuuund ?”

“tu gand mara na, Andmaaaan….. dekh, disturb mat kar… ek toh waise bhi engineering me jab se calculator use karne laga hoon, 1+1 bhi calculator me check karna padta hai…. terah… terah-do…. Pandra… total pandra rupaye… yani do samose matar ke sath, do rupaye ki beedi aur ek last me chewing gum…”

“thik hai phhir, ye le mera bag aur ekdum first desk par rakhna… aaj Deepika mam ko line dena hai,uske chal-chalan thik nahi lag rahe aaj-kal mujhe… main is lavde ke baal Gautam ko pel ke aata hoon… lagta hai, usi ne aawaz di hai mujhe, wo dekh parking me khada hai…”bag Arun ko dekar maine kaha…

“main bhi chalu kya, kahi tujhe akela jaankar pel na de… waise bhi jabse hostel walo ne Varun aur uske dosto ka gang-bang kiya hai, college ka mahol garam hai…”

“jise mujhe pelna tha, wo sab pel chuke… ab ye college royega mere name se aur yaha rahne wale log bhi…. Main is college me hostelers ki gunda-gardi us level tak le jaunga, jaha tak Sidar bhi kabhi nahi le ja sakta… Sidar toh aksar thanda pad jata hai… bas tu unhe agle saal nikalne de aur hostel ki Kaman mere hath me aane de… phhir dekhna ye bhosdiwale 6-7 saal se engineering karne walo ko kaise pelta hoon… college me saans lena duswar kar dunga inka…. Bhosdiwale jaha dikhenge wahi fodunga … Bas ek saal aur…”

“chal be, aukat me rahkar baat kiya kar… jab ragging hui thi toh kaise gand jaisi shakl bana kar lauta tha khooni ground se aur Sidar ki help se do-char ko pel kya diya khud ko bhosdiwale shurma samajhne laga…. sab Shri Arun ki sangati ka asar hai. Shri Arun ke sath rahkar tumhare aise aatu-jhatu bhi khud ko top samajhne lagte hai…”

“bhag lawde, chutiya… tumhari sale aukat hee nahi hai Shri Arman ke sath rahne ki… tu ja… jake Kurre sir se gand marwa, sale badsurat insaan.. tujhse jyada gora toh mera lund hai”

“abey randve, natural color hai ye mera… tumhare jaise aat-jhat darjano cream nahi lagata main aur sanwla hoon toh kya hua… sanwle toh bhagwan bhi the”

“jo mere se kam smart hota hai, us-se main baat nahi karta…”

“kyun…? lund leta hai kya unka…. Jo sirf apne se adhik smart dikhne walo se hee baat karega”

“chal be… tu jaa..”

“tu jaa…”

“ja.. jake gand marwa…”

“tu marwa na… tera gand bada hai…”

“bhag lavde…”

“bhag bakchod…”waha se jate hue Arun ne kaha aur main chashma-vashma lagakar parking me aaya… jaha Gautam , kuch seniors ke sath khada tha….
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Waise ek andar ki baat batau… ? mujhe kisi ne aawaz nahi di thi… wo toh mere andar hee chuluk thi ki main Gautam ko jakar neecha dikhau. Kyunki main kisi ko marte dum tak bhale na maru, lekin marte dum tak insult zaroor hoon… ye mere rag-rag me hai aur jab meri is aadat se mera bhai, mera baap nahi bach saka toh phhir Gautam kaise bach sakta hai…

Jab se maine college me saat saal se engineering kar rahe Varun ko thoka tha, tabhich se mere tevar badal gaye the… College me mera name waisich hee circulate ho raha tha, jaise body me blood. Main first year me hee jaan gaya tha ki ye college meri rakhail ban kar rahne wala hai… mujhe bas Sidar ke college se jaane ka intezaar karna tha… kyunki Sidar ke andar wo aag nahi thi, jo mere andar thi… uske andar wo gussa nahi tha, jo mere andar mere gharwalo, Esha, Gautam ko lekar tha… Sidar dinbhar kahi na kahi busy rahta , kabhi football khelne me toh, kabhi gym me, toh kabhi padhai me aur uske peechhe aaj bhi hostelers ka wo rutba nahi tha, jo ho sakta tha… jo mere rahte ho sakta tha. infact maine ek list bhi bana li thi jisme maine un logo ke naam likh rakhe the jinhe main hostel ki Kaman apne hath me aane ke baad pelne wala tha….

“kaise be, bahut udd raha hai beta tu…”jab main parking me pahucha toh Gautam ka ek dost mujhse bola…

“chup be, baap ko beta bolta hai…”

“Sidar ke dum pe uchak le, jab tak wo yaha hai… phhir tum sabko ek-ek karke hostel me hee ragad dunga…”

“abey jhat, Sidar ko jaane de ek baar… phhir dekh kaise chodta hoon main tum sabko… ye jo college me dinbhar idhar se udhar gand marwate rahte ho na, madarchodo…. college me saans lena mushqil kar dunga… abhi jo juniors se tu-tadak karte ho na… un sabse hee laat khilaunga… is duniya me yadi main sabse jyada kisi se nafrat karta hoon toh wo tu hai… tu… tu… abey tu… abey tu nahi, tera toh koyi role hee nahi hai story me.. tu hat samne se… haan Gautam, wo tu hai…tu”

“Arman, tujhe dekhkar mujhe hasi aati hai… tu kyun mujhse bhidna chahta hai, tu mujhe abhi achchhi tarah se nahi janta.. meri pahuch ka tujhe andaza bhi nahi hai… uspar se tu Esha ke peechhe bhi pada hai. uske sapne dekhna bhool ja. Abey,sale… khud ko compare kar Esha se. teri itni aukat nahi ki tu uska ek din ka bhi kharcha utha sake…. Upar se tu is firaq me hai ki wo mujhe chhodkar tere paas aayegi… ? kabhi nahi… Isliye bolta hoon… tu ja yaha se. Engineering karne aaya hai toh engineering karke chup-chap nikal ja… nahi toh, aisa hashra karunga na ki, gali me regne walo kutto se bhi badtar teri zindagi hogi… jitni baar saans lega, utni baar mere name se royega.”

“sach ?....... tujhe sach me lagta hai ki mujhe Esha ko patane ke liye wo sab karne ki zaroorat hai jo tu kah raha hai…… ya jo tune kiya hai… ? abey bhosad-lal meri history nikal ke dekh le….. I am the best and the beast…I’ll either beat you or eat you…. tujhe toh main pelunga hee, sath me tere aage-peechhe walo ko bhi pelunga. Mark my words. Abhi chalta hoon, abhi Deepika mam line me hai, phhir teri behan Divya line me aayegi aur aakhiri me Esha… aur rahi baat tere-mere comparison ki toh wo waqt hee batayega ki kiska lund kitna bada hai…. tum sabki maa ka bhosda. Ab gand me dum hai toh hath laga ke dikhao ya mera laad chat ke jao….”

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….. I am the best and the beast…I’ll either beat you or eat you…. tujhe toh main pelunga hee, sath me tere aage-peechhe walo ko bhi pelunga. Mark my words. Abhi chalta hoon, abhi Deepika mam line me hai, phhir teri behan Divya line me aayegi aur aakhiri me Esha… aur rahi baat tere-mere comparison ki toh wo waqt hee batayega ki kiska lund kitna bada hai…. tum sabki maa ka bhosda. Ab gand me dum hai toh hath laga ke dikhao ya mera laad chat ke jao….”

Maine Gautam aur uske sath khade chhote role wale ladko ko gali dekar khulla offer diya ki wo mujhpar hath uthaye. Darasal main ye chahta tha ki aisa ho kyunki uske baad Sidar un sabki dayi-mahtari kar deta… Sidar ke andar bhale hee meri jitni aag na ho, lekin uske contacts bahut the… local politician se lekar college ke director tak Sidar ka danka bajta tha… Local Politicians se contacts isliye tha kyunki election time me hostel ke launde Sidar ke kahne par rally wagerah me nikal jate, isliye aise maar-dhadh wale lafde se toh Sidar ke sar me joo tak nahi rengati thi aur rahi Director ke support ki baat toh… wo isliye, kyunki ek baar Director ki laundi ko kisi ne shayad fasa liya tha… phhir Sidar ne us ladke ko pel-pal ke pura matter close kiya tha… isiliye main chahta tha ki Sidar aur Gautam ke beech an-ban ho jaye…. Jab tak Sidar college me tha tha tab tak ye balance me tha. phhir uske baad maine do-char seniors ko pel-pal ke jaise-taise hostel ki kamaan sambhali aur phhir pure balance ki maa-behan ek kar di… na toh maine election rally me launde bheje aur na hee director ki izzat ka koyi khayal rakha… par iska matlab ye nahi ki hostelers ki power down hui thi, balki mere time me toh hostelers peak par the… 
aur phhir 8th Semester me Aradhna aur Collector ke launde ko pelne ke karan sab kuch tahas-nahas ho gaya… ab meri college ki kya haalat hai, mujhe nahi pata… waise bhi, ab…..kya fark padta hai.

Toh us din parking me Gautam ne mujhe kuch nahi kiya aur na hee uske dosto ne… jis-se mera Sidar ko Gautam ke peechhe lagane ka plan flop ho gaya… isliye main waha se seedhe apne class pahucha aur Deepika mam ke gand-doodh dekhkar unhe mann me gacha-gach do-teen bar choda aur phhir Canteen me ja pahucha… 

“gand maraye padhayi, mujhe physics aati hai… baki subject padhne ki kya zaroorat. One night fight karke nikal lunga subject… ”

Ye wo time tha… jab meri……. Esha aur Gautam ki bahan R.Divya se thodi-bahut baat-chit, thodi bahut hasi-mazak chalti thi… bole toh shuru-shuru ke din the. Un dino Esha aksar mujhe canteen me mil jaya karti thi… kabhi akele toh kabhi apni kuch saheliyo ke sath… aaj wo waha akeli thi… actually akele nahi thi, waha Divya bhi thi par ab wo waha se uth kar bahar jaa rahi thi… main nahi chahta tha ki ye chhote role wali ladki bahar aate waqt mujhse baat kare… lekin….

“hiiii…. Armaaan… tumne goggle kyun lagaya hai, yaha toh dhoop nahi hai…”

“mere andar bahut dard hai aur main nahi chahta ki koyi mere dard ko meri aankho se dekh le… ”

“lol… Armaaaaan….”

“okay, R.Divya…”

“itna respect kyun dete ho… tum har ladki ko…? Jo unke name ke aage R. abbreviation use karte ho…”

“lol…”

“isme kya lol…? Anyway, maine tumse kaha tha ki tum mujhe twitter par follow karo, par tumne abhi tak kiya nahi…”

“pahle 100  de, phhir karunga…”

Jiske baad R.Divya waha se katak li aur phhir maine Esha ko dekha wo is samay frootie me straw dalkar mast frootie pee rahi thi… main jaha khada tha wahi khada hokar use kafi der tak dekhta raha… kitne pyar se wo frootie pee rahi thi… yadi wo usi frootie me straw dalkar mujhe peene de toh main abhi apne ghar me batwara karake apne hisse ki sari jaydad uske naam karwa doon. Khair aisa hua nahi aur frootie peene ke baad Esha ne kisi ko call kiya aur phhir ek aur frootie ka order dekar apni nail polish dekhne lagi…. Esha ko aisa karte dekh mujhse raha nahi gaya aur do-teen jordar matlab pelam-pel matlab gand-fad lambi saans lekar main Esha ki taraf badha…

“frootie se jyada maja… maaza me aata hai… tumhe peena chahiye…”

“Armaan… tum.”

“mujhe bahut achchha lagta hai jab koyi mujhe ARMAN ki jagah ARMAAN kahta hai toh… matlab itna achchha lagta hai ki saamne wale ko kiss karne ka mann karta hai…”

“Hi… how are you…”

“kya batau tujhe ki kaisa hoon main aur bata bhi dunga toh tu samhegi nahi… mujhe samajh nahi aata ki tujhe sach me kuch samajh nahi aata ya phhir tu bas mere maje lene ke liye kuch na samajhne ka natak karti hai… Gautam bol raha tha ki tere kharche bahut hai….. ek baar haan bol de, kidney… bechkar iphone gift karunga… ”

“ye kya… tum toh kuch bol hee nahi rahe… maine puchha how are you…”

“fine…ahh.. fine… fine… fine… fine..phhine… phhhhhinnneeee aur tum…? Maine suna ki tumne suicide karne ki koshish ki thi… mujhe bolti main jaan se maar deta…lol”

Itna bolkar main hasne laga ye sochkar ki ab Esha bhi hasegi… lekin wo toh ulta aur jyada serious ho gayi… shayad use meri baat pasand nahi aayi thi… maine kuch galat kaha kya...? sala sense of humor hee nahi hai, logo ke paas…

“ahem… sorry, not-lol…”

“please go…”

“bola na sorry… mujhe laga ki ye sach nahi hoga, kisi ne aise hee afwah udayi hogi… par… sorry… I’m sorry, mujhe pata hota ki ye sach hai toh tumhe lagta hai ki main tumse kabhi is baare me puchhta…”

“no problem… waise bhi main ab us-se aage badh chuki hoon. Mujhe pata hai ki college me kayi logo ko pata hai ki maine Gautam ki khatir suicide attempt kiya par mujhe is-se jyada fark nahi padta… par jab meri best friend Divya hee mujhe ignore kare toh main kya karu....”

((“par wo toh abhi yahi se gayi na…? shayad jab ye aayi hogi, Divya ke saamne baithi hogi tab wo yaha se chali gayi…? Kitna hoshiyar hoon main… lawda ”))

“mujhe is-se jyada fark nahi padta… par jab meri best friend Divya hee mujhe ignore kare toh main kya karu....”

“face it….” 

“and what about Gautam… without him I feel trapped, abandoned, empty.. lonely”

“Gaauutam...”apne gusse ko breathing ke through dissipate karke maine kaha “If you are alone then you’re strong. You just cant imagine the power of loneliness.”

“ye kahna aasan hai Arman, par aise akele rahna aasan nahi hai… yadi main wo karu jo tum mujhe kahne ko kah rahe ho toh main andar hee andar apne aap me ghut kar rah jaungi… phhir kya pata main shayad pagal bhi ho jaun. Aise akele rahne ki advice dena bahut aasan hai lekin rahna mushqil… Tum kuch nahi jaante… aajkal Gautam mujhse jyada baat nahi karta aur karta bhi hai toh rookhe andaaz me. mere suicide ke baad police case bhi hua tha…. jiske karan shayad Gautam mujhse naraz hai… wo mujhe kabhi maaf nahi karega…. ”

Apne pyar ke saamne baithkar uske pyar ke baare me sun-na ye beshak is duniya ka sabse mushqil kaam nahi hai par us-se kam bhi nahi hai… aur uspar se apni ray dena… ye toh sirf bhagwan hee kar sakta hai… kya main bhagwan hoon ? kahi aisa toh nahi ki main sach me koyi bhagwan hoon aur mujhe Dharti-lok ke kalyan ke liye bheja gaya ho…? waise bhi… mujhe bachpan se hee mahsoos hota hai ki… mera janm nahi balki avatar hua hai…

“… aajkal Gautam mujhse jyada baat nahi karta aur karta bhi hai toh rookhe andaaz me. mere suicide ke baad police case bhi hua tha…. jiske karan shayad Gautam mujhse naraz hai… wo mujhe kabhi maaf nahi karega…. ”

“acting kar raha hai wo… wo tumhe kabhi nahi chhodega…”(aur khaskar ke tab toh bilkul bhi nahi, jab use maloom hai ki main tumhe pakadne ke liye taiyar hoon)

“tum Gautam ki jagah hote aur ye sab police ka lafda meri vazah se tumhare khilaf hota toh tum kya karte…”

“main kya karta…?”

“hmm..”

“main tumhare paas aata aur tumhara hath aisich jaise abhi apne hath me pakad raha hoon waisich tumhara hath, ane hath me lekar tumhare sath frootie ke do-teen hard peg marta aur bolta.… English me bolta…ki… it doesn’t matter what you did, what you do or what you’ll do…. I love you and I’ll always do.”

“sach…”khushi se meri taraf dekhkar Esha boli…

“aasar toh isi ke hai, ab aage kya ho, mujhe kya pata…”

“Arman , tum bahut achchhe ho..”

“mujhe pata hai”

“aur handsome bhi…”

“ye bhi pata hai”

“tum basketball bhi achchha khelte ho… Gautam sir se bhi achchha…”

“yo..”

“I love you…”

“I love you too….”flow-flow me maine kaha par phhir mujhe yaad aaya ki aisa toh kabhi hua hee nahi, Esha ne toh us din I love you nahi kaha tha.. phhir aaj kaise ? aur Esha, kab se Gautam ko…. Gautam sir bolne lagi…? Ohhh…….my…….. Physics”

Chapter-30: Sexual Congress

“I love you sir….”

“I love you , Esha… par tumhari tabiyat toh thik hai na, mera matlab yun achanak…. Abeeeeyyyyy teri” saamne Aradhna ko Esha ki jagah dekhkar main chauka ,buri tarah chauka… itni buri tarah ki.. chauk-kar wahi kursi samet neeche gir gaya aur isi ke sath meri aankh khuli…

“toh wo Esha thi… jiske karan aapne mujhe chhoda tha….”mera sar sahlate hue Aradhna boli aur maine koyi jawab diye bina pahle situation ko samajhna thik samjha…
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Main is waqt apne bed par leta hua tha aur Aradhna mera sar sahla rahi thi… maine deewar me tangi ghadi me time dekha aur deewar me apne dwara banaye calendar ki taraf dekha…. hamesha ki tarah aaj bhi din, taarikh, samay ka mujhe koyi andaza nahi tha… ghadi me 3 baj rahe the par, dopahar wala ya subah wala….? Confusion door karne ke liye maine khidki ki taraf dekha…

“ Khidki ka kaanch mutth colour ka dikh raha hai, toh dopahar wala hee teen hoga… maine aisa andaza lagaya.”

“aaj toh Ajmeri se milne ka din hai…”fatak se bistar se uthkar main bola “Aradhna ,chal tu khisak sixth door se…. arey waaaah, mere bolne se pahle hee chali gayi…”
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Ganga-Jamuna jaane ke liye maine NH-6 me auto rukwaya aur andar ghusa. andar mere aalawa, do aur launde baithe the… maine dono ko right side me khisakne ke liye kaha aur phhir left side me ekdum konte me baith gaya… kyunki main nahi chahta tha ki wo dono mujhe kisi bhi tarah se chhue… I just hate everyone…

Wo do ladke kisi ladki ke matter pe baat kar rahe the. Main sunna toh nahi chahta tha, par kyunki sound.. solid, liquid aur gas teeno se move kar sakti hai isliye unki conversations longitudinal wave ke roop me travel karte hue mere kaano tak pahuchi…

“tu dekh lena, Dheeraj…. yadi Sakshi ne mera pyar swikar nahi kiya toh main apne pran de dunga… phhir use samajh aayega ki main us-se kitni mohabbat karta hoon.. phhir use mera pyar samajh aayega… phhir wo mere liye aansu bahayegi ,jaise abhi uske liye aansu bahata hoon… lekin tab main is duniya se ja chuka hounga. Main marne se pahle ek suicide note bhi likhunga… jisme uska name mention karunga ki uski vazah se maine atmahatya ki hai… phhir dekhna kaise badnaam hogi wo… koyi thookega bhi nahi uske upar”

“abey, bhopu… laundi log ke peechhe itna serious nahi hone ka… choot chahiye toh ganga-jamuna ja… 100-200 me ladkiya apni gand tak marwa leti hai…. ”uska sathi bola..

“gand marwane ka 500  leti hai randiya… 100-200  us samay ka rate hai jab tera baap randi chodne jata raha hoga….”Ganga-Jamuna ki jaankari un dono ko dete hue maine kaha…

“kya bola be ?”meri taraf chauk kar wo dono dekhe aur un dono me se jiska name Dheeraj tha, yani ki jo suicide karne wale ka sathi tha usne apna daant peeskar mujhse kaha

“tu baju hat toh…”Dheeraj ko baju karke jo launda suicide karke ladki ko fasane wala tha use maine ratt se ek jhapad mara, jiske jawab me uska dost bina soche-samjhe, bina kisi planning ke mujhpar jhapta …lekin maine toh aisa hoga pahle hee soch liya tha aur main iske liye taiyar bhi tha… isliye maine samay ko thoda peechhe kiya aur Dheeraj ke mujhpar jhapatta marne se pahle hee maine uska baal pakad kar uske thobde me mukke pe mukke marne laga…. confused ?
Ab actually hua ye tha ki jab maine us pahle wale launde ko jo laundi ke pyar me suicide karne wala tha use pahla jhapad marne ke turant baad maine uske sathi par hamla kar diya tha aur is tarah jo uske dwara mujh par jhapatta marne ki meri assumption thi wo kabhi hui hee nahi…. maine wo kaha, kyunki mujhe waisa mahsoos hua… 

“kyun maar raha hai be inhe….”side me auto rok-kar driving seat se hee mujhe pakadte hue auto wale ne kaha…

“chup lawda, warna tujhe bhi marunga…”bolkar maine auto wale ko dhakka diya aur un dono ka pair pakad kar ghaseet-te hue auto se bahar nikala…

“arey aakhir baat kya hai, kyun mar raha hai in dono ko…”

“kyun mar raha hu… ye sala suicide karke ek bholi-bhali masoom item ki zindagi barbad karne wala tha, in dono ki maa ko chod dalu…. Jab koyi ladkiyo ki izzat nahi karta toh mujhe bahut gussa aata hai, itna gussa ki dil toh karta hai ki goliyo se bhoon du….”katta nikalkar maine kaha “tu sun be rondu, yadi suicide kiya toh teri dayi-mahtari kar dunga… ghoorta kya hai be, kya ukhad lega….. yadi teri maa chhinar nahi hai aur tu apne baap ki aulaad hai toh uth ke muqabala kar… madarchod phhir se ghoora… lee… ”

Ek laat pelkar maine kaha

“Apṇa chatiahe tara yettheeee rahu. majhe mitra yave. Te tumhala balatkar hoila te apna vijaya hoilaa. Te tumhala ṭhara marila. Mi mhaṇalo, mhaṇuna apaṇa pita mulaga asala tara nantara karu…. ”neeche pade-pade wo jor se chillaya… “Jai Maharashtraaaaa….”

“chup bhosdike… Marathi me bolega toh dar jaunga kya… teri Aai ki choot.. teri Aai ka bhosda…”

“kolhi mulaga, kutra nahi toh… dum hai toh rook yahi”

“bahaduri aur bewkoofi me jyada fark nahi hota aur insaan ko isi fark ko pachan-na chahiye… mera yaha khada rahna bewkoofi hai aur tera apne gang ke sath mujhe dhoondhte hue River View Colony me A-3 tak aana bahaduri. Yadi teri maa chhinar nahi hai toh apne dosto ko lekar aana, warna ye raha mera mobile number… apni Aai ke bhosde ka video send kar dena… mutth marne ka jugad ho jayega… bye… aur bhoolna mat, mera naam Varun hai…” maine kaha aur waha se sadak ke dusari taraf aaya… wo dono ab bhi zameen me pade the aur auto wala unki madad kar raha tha….

“3.0… goli mar lawda… zinda kyun chhod diya…. khali-fokat me apne dushman badha raha hai… ”

“Shri Arman can live without friends but not without enemies…”

Sadak ki dusari side se maine dusara auto pakda aur Ganga-Jamuna ke liye ravana ho gaya par jab auto thodi door aage gaya toh mujhe dhyan aaya ki auto toh Ganga-Jamuna jaane ke bajay RVC ki taraf ja raha hai… maine jaldi se auto rukwaya aur auto se utarkar phhir se road ke dusari side jakar Ganga-Jamuna ke liye auto pakda aur tab mujhe dhyan aaya ki ye toh mera hee plan tha ki pahle River View Colony ki taraf jane wale ek auto me thodi der ke liye baithna aur phhir us-se utarkar apne target ki taraf wapas badhna… taaki jin do laundo ko maine abhi-abhi just pela hai, unke sathi mujhe wrong direction me dhoondhate rahe…. Ya phhir ye sab ittefaq ho sakta hai, mujhe nahi pata….. par, mujhe jo is waqt pata tha wo ye ki main pure ek din peechhe chal raha tha. 

Maine parso Daddu ke samne Ajmeri ki choot aur gand marne ki apni dili ichchha jahir ki thi, jise Daddu ne swikar kar liya tha par phhir kyunki parso mera chudai karne ka koyi mood nahi tha toh maine ise ek din postponed kar diya yani ki kal ke liye…. Par kal main Ganga-Jamuna nahi aaya tha. kal sabse pahle main Varun ke paas gaya, jaha se mujhe maloom chala ki Nisha aur David ki shadi ho chuki hai aur phhir sham ko chhat me ajeeb-ajeeb sochna jisme ek baar maine Nisha se baat ki toh ek baar randi Vandana se toh ek baar Angelina se…. yani maine kal ka apna pura din aise hee waste kar diya tha.

Mujhe andaza ho chala tha ki mere kal is tarah nadarad rahne aur apna mobile band kare rahne se Daddu mujhse naraz hoga, mujhpar thoda chillayega… par jab usne mujhe dekha yani ki jab doahar main Daddu ke adde me pahucha toh wo mujhe dekhkar gussa hone ki bajay muskurane laga….

“ye sala gay toh nahi hai na…. shakl toh sala aise hee bana raha hai…”Daddu ki taraf muskurate hue main badha…
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“ Ajmeri shayad so rahi hogi… kisi aur ke sath”

“no problem, wo kal aa nahi paya, uske liye sorry….”

“kono baat nahi… aaj aa gaya na….”
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Aaj main jab Daddu ke adde me pahucha toh wo mujhe dekhkar gussa hone ki bajay muskurane laga….

“ye sala gay toh nahi hai na…. shakl toh sala aise hee bana raha hai…”Daddu ki taraf muskurate hue main badha…

“itni der kyun kar di… Ajmeri so rahi hogi…”

“no problem, wo kal aa nahi paya, uske liye sorry….”

“kal nahi aa paya matlab…”

“kal nahi aa paya matlab… kal nahi aa paya, ab iska kya matlab….. sorry”

“kal hee toh aaya tha tu mitra”

“kal nahi parso, kal toh main apne dost Varun ke flat A-3 me tha… A-3 me, jo ki River View Colony me hai…”

“A-3 me… River View Colony ”Daddu ne jor lagakar kaha…

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“shitttt……… shitttt……. Shitttttt………….. abey gandu address kyun bataya isko, maha-bakchod aadmi hai be tu toh… kahi teri taalash me pura river view chhaan mara toh……?”

“dhatt teri, madarchod ne kal-parso bol ke confuse kar diya toh confusion me laga ki ye autowala launda hai..… waise time repeat hua kya ?”

“gand mara…”
“bahut logo ke sath dhandha kiyela hai apun, par terech jaisa bewda nahi dekha maine… jo ek din aage chala jaye. Arey chhote, tu kal idhar aaya tha, jiske baad apun dono ne pura programme set kiya aur phhir tune mere sath photo liya tha…”

“aur autograph bhi…. shayad ”

“haan… aur phhir Ajmeri wali baat…”

“achchhaaa…. toh wo kal tha… ye sale mere sapne bhi itne lambe aur real hote hai Daddu bhai ki … anyway, Ajmeri kab tak aayegi….”apni aankhe malte hue maine puchha 

((yani kal na toh main Varun ke ghar gaya, na hee maine use 2,00,000  diye aur na hee Nisha ki shadi hui…? Yani mere bag me ab bhi 2 laakh honge…))

“apun tere ko udhar bhej dega thodi der me… par bheje me do chiz dal lene ka… Ajmeri se koyi badtamizi nahi aur wo jo bole sirf utna hee karne ka… is Ganga-Jamuna ki sabse anmol chiz hai Ajmeri”

“bilkul…. Ajmeri ko toh main left side se lunga”

“left side se…? tere dono side lund hai kya…”

“ye salaaa… gandu… first part me nahi tha kya, jo mere code word nahi samajh pata…”Daddu ko dekhkar maine realize kiya aur light ki speed se past me gaya aur light ki speed se wapas present me aaya… “abey… ye first part me nahi tha…”

“tune bataya nahi left side se lega matlab…”daant dikhate hue Daddu ne puchha…

“left side se lunga matlab dil se… dil left side me hota hai na…”

“dil bole toh ye…. Ye dekh…”apne baya doodh dabakar Daddu ne puchha

“aadha inch right me aur aadha inch neeche…”

“yaha…”

“exactly….”

“thik hai toh…”waha mauzood apne kayi aadmiyo me se Daddu ne ek ko saamne bulaya aur mujhe Ajmeri bai ke kothe me le jaane ke liye kaha….

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Daddu ke adde se Ajmeri ke kothe ki taraf yadi paidal chala jaye toh yahi kuch 10-15 minute ka raasta tha… maine apne jeb se Stamina RX ki ek goli nikali aur muh me dala…

“bhosdike… do toh tu room se kha ke nikla tha… ab kisliye…”

“wo sab chhod… pani toh hai hee nahi…”bolkar maine apne muh me laar create kiya aur goli nigal gaya… 

“khao beta… jab side effect marega na tab samajh aayega, upar se khali pet.. tujhe yaad bhi hai ki last time khana kab khaya tha tu…”

“kal sham ko… shayad… tu faltu me tension le raha hai... abey main Shri Arman hoon…” 

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“Arun, bhosdike…. result aa gaya fifth semester ka aur tu yaha mere bistar me mera blanket oodh kar bf dekh raha hai….”

“sar bahut bhari-bhari sa lag raha tha toh socha ki mind fresh kar loon…”

“sach bata, tune mutth toh nahi mara na… mere bistar me…”

“bas , nikalne hee wala tha… par…. Anyway badhai ho… 7.6 , wah launde…”

“tune result dekh bhi liya…”chauk kar maine Arun ke mobile se earphone nikala aur wahi chair me baithkar bf dekhne laga… “aawaz aur tez kar na… aaahhh…. Aaahhh ki aawaz sun-ni hai…. haan , bas itna hee … warna aur bhi log aa jayenge… chod… aur chod, bur fad de randi ka… mere paas aayegi toh aisa chodunga ki jaangh-vaangh sab ukhad dunga…. Ye dekh aise.. abey idhar dekh na…”

“shanti se dekh na be….”

“tere result ka kya hua…”

“hatt.. lawda…”

“phhir back laga kya…. lol”

“back wale me phhir se back lag gaya, lagta hai madarchod 8th semester me hee clear hoga…. ye electrical subject…. Inki maa ko chod dalu, teen-teen book se padh ke gaya tha, phhir bhi back…. Lagatar pachawi baar back laga hai electrical me. ab maine itna electrical subject padh liya hai ki Electrical walo se jyada knowledge mujhe hai… pata nahi lawda kaise copy check karte hai bitiyachod…. Mujhe copy check karne wale ka bas address de de koyi, uske purvajo tak ko chod dalunga…. Madarchod ne tamasha bana rakha hai… mahtari-chod nahi toh… hizda, bhosdiwala, suar ki aaulad… ”

“chal chhod na, waise apne class ki ek ladki ne aaj ek sawal puchha mujhse… kahe toh batau…”

“hatt lawda… apne class ki ladkiyo ki baat mat kar… randi hai sab Sali, chhinar… yadi wo mera mutth chatne ke liye magengi na… toh bhi nahi dunga unhe. Bhagwan ne unhe paida kyun kiya… unhe toh 20-30 baar mar jana chahiye tha abhi tak… Arman, main tujhe bata raha hoon… un sabki maa randi hogi… ek mutth ki paidaish nahi hai wo sab…. 10-12 logo ne ek sath unki maa ko choda hoga, jis-se un 10-12 logo ka mutth mix hokar wo paida hui hai. kudrat ka shrap hai bahinchod sab ki sab. Mera vash chale na toh roj unke muh me moot kar laat-e-laat maru… ”

“bas kar be… tera back kya laga tu toh… itna toh main bhi nahi bolta. Khair.. sawal sun…. aaj wo bade gand wali mere paas aayi aur boli ki… Arman, What is more dangerous than hatred of a woman….”

“toh tune kya kaha…”

“bhag lawda…. Mera matlab main sirf bhag kahna chahta tha lekin lawda apne aap nikal gaya… us bade gand wali ladki ki toh gand hee fat gayi… Sali mujhse romantic ho rahi thi… bolti hai ki… Arman, kya tum apni maa-behan se bhi aise baat karte ho…”

“sach…”mobile wahi bistar par fek kar Arun uthkar baith gaya aur bola “toh phhir…. Tune kya kaha…”

“wahi… jo pahli baar kaha tha…. bhag lawda…. Waise tere hisab se kya answer hona chahiye…. What is more dangerous than hatred of a woman…”

“bhag lawda…”

“hahaha…..”

“Arman…? Arman…… abey bahar aa….”

“Arun…What is more dangerous than hatred of a woman…”

“arey chhod na, Arun ko… wo dekh Ajmeri ka kotha aa gaya… ek aur josh wali goli yahi kha le, warna phhir andar Ajmeri ke saamne khayega toh tujh par hasegi… lawde ke baal, tu abhi tak bahar nahi aaya….”

“tu chup kar be, 2.0… Arun , tu jawab de… What is more dangerous than hatred of a woman…”

“arey gand maraye hatred of woman… tu abhi idhar activate ho…”

“hatt lawda… Arun, tell me…. What is more dangerous than hatred of a woman…”

“Vagina of a woman….”

“Vagina…. Correct.”apne jeb se josh wali goli muh me dalkar chooste hue maine kaha… “arey ye toh kadwi hai…”

“wo sex pills hai, Vandana Rathi ki choot nahi, jise choosega toh maza aayega… josh aaya…?”

“jeans fatne wala hai…”

“chal phhir ho jaye aaj, do-do round… main toh bolta hoon do-char goli aur mashak le… jo hoga dekha jayega… jyada se jyada mar jayega aur kya”
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Ajmeri bai ka kotha do manzila tha aur jise Daddu ne mere sath Ajmeri bai ke kothe me bheja tha wo bina kuch bole, bina kisi se kuch puchhe… kothe me dhada-dhad andar ghusta gaya aur uske peechhe-peechhe main bhi… mera pant itna tana hua tha ki wo jab bhi peechhe palat kar mujhe dekhta uski nazar mere pant par apne-aap chali jati, jis-se mujhe yani Shri Arman ko awkward feel ho raha tha… kyunki ek toh wo launda tha upar se anjaan aur jab ek anjaan ladka… dusare anjaan ladke ke lawde ko baar-baar dekhe toh kafi ajeeb feel hota hai… uski is harqat se mujhe uspar shaq bhi hua ki kahi ye Angel Priya toh nahi…. aur ant me uski in harqato se pareshan hokar maine apne dono hatho se apna lund Dhaka aur uske peechhe-peechhe andar ghusta chala gaya….

“Ajmeri bai ka kotha toh uski choot ki tarah kafi gahra hai, maine toh socha bhi nahi tha ki itna andar tak hoga… mere under me Ajmeri bai ka kotha hota toh ek porn site bana kar ghar baithe laakho kamata. in sari randiyo ki profile banata aur jaise imdb me actor/actress ki detail hoti hai, waisich inke bhi detail dalta… inke har porn video ke do review column hote jisme ek critics review hota aur dusara user review… aur phhir aakhiri me porn video se related jo dusare porn video hai unki link… IMDB me jaise actor/actress ki height wagerah rahti hai, waise main apni us site me inke choot aur gand ka size likhta ki kitne diameter ka gand hai aur choot ka circumference kitna hai vagerah-vagerah… bole toh full technical….”

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“yaha toh koyi nahi hai… ye room toh tere dimag ki tarah khali hai…”jab Daddu ka aadmi mujhe ek room me chhodkar waha se jane laga toh maine us-se kaha…

Jispar wo mujhe ghoorkar aise dekhne laga jaise main Ajmeri ko nahi balki uski behan ko chodne aaya hoon aur mujhe gusse se apni aankhe dikha-kar waha se chala gaya… maine andaza lagaya ki shayad Ajmeri thodi der me aayegi, isliye main room ke aur andar aaya aur bistar par baitha….

“kya bolta hai, 2.0… ho jaye..”

“nahi, energy bacha ke rakh…”

“arey bahut energy hai… bhool mat, we’re Shagmen”5 feet anuman lagakar main bistar se door gaya aur waha par ek imaginary line kheechi jise sirf main ya phhir mere jaisa NH-6 Conqueror hee dekh sakta tha… 

Imaginary line kheechne ke baad main gate tak gaya aur gate ko chhookar full speed ke sath bistar ki taraf dauda aur jo imaginary line maine kheechi thi, waha se seedhe jump mara….

“yeeessss…..”bistar par land karne ke baad maine kaha… aur tabhi room ke andar halchal hui… 

Waha room ke andar ek aur room tha ya phhir shayad bathroom tha… jo bhi ho, par jaise hee maine bistar par land kiya, room ke andar wala darwaja khula aur ek puri nangi ladki ne mujhe andar aane ka ishara kiya….

“ye Ajmeri hai….? nahi… ye toh Ajmeri nahi hai par jo bhi hai, maal hai… ab toh lund bhi khada ho gaya hai aur pura sharir ufaan maar raha hai… ab jo bhi mile… sab chalega… phhir chahe wo suske doodh wali princy hee kyun na ho…”

Main turant bistar se kooda aur us gate ki taraf badha, jaha se us nangi ladki ne mujhe ishara kiya tha. room ke andar wo jo room tha, wo bathroom nahi tha, balki kuch aur hee tha… maine jab waha pahuchkar us room ke andar apni nazar dali toh dekha ki ek bahut bada hall uske andar tha… waha char-paanch ladkiya thi, jinke sath na jaane kaun-kaun chudai macha rahe the… koyi sofe par toh, koyi table par… koyi deewar se satakar toh koyi zameen me letkar… sirf position aur pose ka fark tha, baki kaam waha chudai ka hee ho raha tha… us nangi ladki ne mujhe andar aane ke liye kaha. Par ab main hichkicha raha tha ki andar jaun ya na jaun… sala itne logo ke beech kaun choot marega… after all main ek Yugpurush hoon aur inhone mera video banakar leak kar diya toh ? na baba na… aise ashleel kaam main nahi karunga.

“andar aao…”gate par khadi ladki ne ek aur baar mujhe kaha aur phhir palatkar waha se jaane lagi… maine uski hilti hui kamar dekhi aur sath me uska pichhwada bhi, jiske baad… maine khud se kaha ki, jo hoga dekha jayega, abhi filhal andar chalte hai.

Main us room ke andar ghusa aur us pond matka kar chalti hui ladki ke peechhe chalne laga, jab main room me aage badha toh dekha ki waha room ke andar ek kone me do-char ladkiyo ko nangi karke latkaya hua tha. unke hath upar chain se baandh diye gaye the aur muh par kala patta baandh diya gaya tha… jinhe waha mauzood kuch nange aadmi kabhi chod rahe the toh kabhi belt aur hunter se beech-beech me mar rahe the… un ladkiyo ko hunter se marte dekh mera bhi mann kiya ki main bhi un ladkiya ko maru… madarchod, itna jam se marunga ki ek hee war me chamdi ukhad dunga, in randiyo ki…. Sali rakhail… kutiya kahi ki. Inke gand me toh kohni tak pura hath dal dena chahiye. Tab inka randipan kam hoga. mujhe kamaan saaunp de toh inke choot me hath dalkar bachcha-dani fad dunga....

"WHAT THE FUCK... 3.0 ?"

"chup lawda... "

un ladkiyo me se kuch belt aur hunter ki maar se ro rahi thi toh kuch ise enjoy kar rahi thi par waha ek aisi bhi thi, jo behosh ho chuki thi…. ya phhir mar chuki thi ? mujhe confirm nahi pata… matlab uske muh se khoon aur laar ka mixture tapak raha tha aur wo saans bhi nahi rahi thi… yadi wo saans leti toh uska doodh zaroor koyi movement karta… par wo toh ekdum sithil the.

“abey, ye toh Madhulika hai…” jab main us behosh ho chuki ladki ke paas se guzra toh maine behosh ho chuki ya us mar chuki ladki ki pahchan Madhulika ke roop me ki…

“ise bhi maar dala kya Daddu ne ? hadd hai lawda… ye toh mere se bhi bada wala hai… jise mann me aata hai, use hee pel deta hai… kahi iske baap ne Daddu ko jo paise ke mamle me dhokha diya kahi uske karan toh ye sab nahi hua ? aur jab Madhulika ka ye haal hai toh phhir iske baap ko toh boti-boti karke Ganga-Jamuna ke nale me fekwa diya hoga Daddu ne… betichod, mere saamne uchak rahe the ye lawde… mar gaye na… mujhe bulana chahiye tha, mar-mar ke maa chod deta iski… choot-e-choot me belt markar choot fula deta is randi ka… Sali lund ki pujarin… mere samne badi-badi baat kar rahi thi ki… saheb, mere paas mat aaya karo, warna barbad ho jaoge…. Ab kya hua, gand fat gayi na.. randi, Sali… agle janam me phhir chodunga tujhe aur tere baap ko… aur teri maa ko aur teri beti ko bhi… hatt bitiyachod”

“bas kar be… concentrate on Ajmeri…”

Madhulika ko usi ke haal me chhodkar main aage badha aur thodi der aage badhne ke baad mujhe phhir se ek room dikhayi diya, jiske andar lejakar us nangi ladki ne mujhe chhoda aur waha se bahar chali gayi… mere us room me andar ghusne ke turant baad hee Ajmeri bathroom se bahar nikli… wo sar se lekar pair tak puri geeli thi, matlab naha kar nikli thi…

Ajmeri ne mujhe dekha aur maine Ajmeri ko… main use dekh kar muskuraya aur wo mujhe dekhkar muskurayi, par dil se nahi, matlab uski muskan me udasi mix thi. Ajmeri puri bheegi toh thi par sath hee usne green color ki saree bhi pahan rakhi thi… mujhe apne saamne dekh dahine hath se saree ko kholte hue mujhe apne paas aane ka ishara kiya…. 

Ajmeri ke kale ghane baal jo uske doodh tak lambe the, wo is samay do part me divide the….ek left side aur dusara right side aur dono side ke beech me wo wala portion ekdum clear dikh raha tha jaha par aurate sindoor bharti hai… jise main aaj apne mutth se bharne wala tha. Ajmeri ke baal ka right side ekdum peechhe kaan ke uspar chipka hua tha par left side wala hissa ekdum aankh ke saamne lahlaha raha tha, shayad wo bheegne ke baad apne baal pochh rahi thi par tabhi maine entry le li… Ajmeri ke sar ke kuch baal blouse ke andar bhi the jise usne mere saamne blouse se nikala. Wo ab bhi apne dahine hath me saree ka pallu liye, apni gori chikni gol nabhi se mujhe attract kar rahi thi… lund toh mera full tanka hua tha aur main is samay bas chodna chahta tha… phhir chahe wo koyi bhi aurat kyun na ho…. mere pet me ab halka-halka dard bhi shuru ho gaya tha, jise maine ignore kiya…
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Jab main kuch der aur wahi khada raha toh Ajmeri ne apne dono hath sar ke peeche kiye aur mujhe apni clean armpit dikhane lagi… 

“two… three… one… ”

"abey chutiye.. two.. three ... one nahi... three... two... one..."

"chup lawda..."

two.. three..one... Counting karke main Ajmeri ki taraf badha aur use jhatke se wahi peechhe deewar se sata kar uski gardan choomne laga... choomna kya, ye bolo chatne laga… Maine apne hath se uske pet ko masla aur apni ek ungali uski nabhi ke andar dalkar apni ungali andar-bahar karne laga…

“ye kya kar raha hai tu…”

“ye mat puuuch ki kya karrr raha hu, ye puch ki kya karunga… fad dalunga teri aaj…”ek hath se Ajmeri ka muh daba kar dusare hath ki ungaliyo ko uski nabhi me teji se ghusate hue maine kaha….

Shuru me toh Ajmeri kuch nahi boli, matlab jab maine uska muh band kiya toh usne koyi virodh nahi kiya, lekin thodi der baad wo mujhe peechhe dhakelne lagi… lekin maine uske pure sharir ko peechhe deewar me de mara aur upar se apni puri body se use jakad liya, jiske karan mujhe peechhe dhakelna toh door wo ab hil tak nahi pa rahi thi. is beech main uski nabhi me lagatar apni ungali andar-bahar kar raha tha aur main jaise-jaise ye karta Ajmeri bai ki chhat-patahat badhte hee jaa rahi thi… 

Mujhe kafi der baad pata chala ki mere naakhun Ajmeri bai ke nabhi me chhubh rahe the aur teji ke sath andar bahar karne ke karan Ajmeri bai ki nabhi chhil chuki thi aur uske nabhi se halka-halka khoon bhi nikalne laga tha….

“I’m sorry…”Ajmeri ko chhod peechhe hat-te hue maine us-se ek pal kaha aur phhir dusare hee pal use ghaseet kar bistar par patak diya…

Ajmeri ko jab maine first time Ganga-jamuna me dekha tha tabhi mujhe us-se lust at first sight ho gaya tha… lekin pichhale kayi hafto se usko dekhkar maine itni baar… itni bhayankar tarike se mutth mara ki ab mujhe kuch khas chodne ka mann nahi kar raha tha. Ajmeri utni bhi perfect nahi thi… jitna main use imagine kiya karta tha… matlab uski gaand heart shape ya A-shape na hokar… H-shape me thi… 

Par kyunki sex pills apna kaam bakhoobi kar rahi thi, isliye bistar par maine uski ek taang ko turant modkar ek side kiya aur dusari taang ko upar uthaya… jis-se Ajmeri bistar par tedhi hui aur uski choot mere saamne puri khuli thi, maine aur koyi vilamb na karte hue seedhe apna lund uski choot ke muhane me rakha aur puri taqat ke sath shot mara…. Mera ye shot Ajmeri ko kafi pasand aaya aur wo mere shot padte hee thoda sa hasi…. Shayad mera mazak uda rahi thi. Jiske baad maine phhir se dum lagakar shot mara aur abki baar wo aur jor se hasi… aisa kayi baar hua.. main shot pe shot mare jaa raha tha aur wo lagatar hase hee ja rahi thi

“mere se badi psycho toh ye hai… kabhi hasti hai, toh kabhi ekdum se chudte waqt shant ho jati hai… toh kabhi pyar se bolti hai ki aur chod…”Ajmeri ki choot me pura lund dalkar us-se chipakte hue maine socha… 

Ajmeri ko thodi der isi position me pelne ke baad maine socha ki position change kar leni chahiye… kyunki mujhe dar tha ki shayad koyi chupke se ye sab record kar raha hoga aur main nahi chahta ki jo bhi ye video dekhe ,wo ye bole ki lawda is hero ko toh kuch aata hee nahi tha, ek hee position me jhad gaya… isliye position change karna zaroori tha. aakhirkar main hero hoon… bf wala hee sahi… par hero toh hero hai… isliye maine Ajmeri ko chodna band kiya aur uske ek side letkar aur use, apne side me litakar uske dono pairo ko modkar bistar par thoda upar kiya, jis-se uski mast badi gand choot ke sath puri ki puri dikhne lagi…. Ajmeri turant samajh gayi ki ab main kya karne wala hoon, main kaha lund dalne wala hoon… isliye wo thoda sa apni kohni ke dum par uthi aur apne muh se thook nikalkar apne gand par malne lagi… phhir usne apne hath se apni choot ko dabaya…

“dal de ek baar me aur dalne ke baad rukna mat… itna maza dungi ki zindagi bhar tere dimag me meri gand ghoomegi… randwe…”

“kitna chudwati hai tu raand… par hai ekdum tanaka…”uski gand par apna lund rakhkar lund se uski gand ko sahlate hue maine kaha aur dheere-dheere andar dalne laga…

“dal na, bhosdike…”

“chup be… tu randi hai lekin main randa nahi hoon… upar se ye pet dard…”

Main dheere-dheere apna lund uski gand me dalne laga aur phhir jaise hee maine ek jordar dhakka mara Ajmeri ka muh aise ho gaya, jaise aajkal ki ladkiya selfie lete waqt apna muh banati hai… wo aise hee apne honth pichka kar apne gand me mera lund lete rahi aur is dauran uski nazar ek baar bhi apne gand se nahi hati…. Jo tablets maine khayi thi, wo apna pura asar dikha rahi thi… jiske karan main bahut der tak, is pose me bhi Ajmeri ki leta raha… mujhe is samay sirf teen hee chiz dikh rahi thi… Ajmeri ki choot, Ajmeri ki bhari bharkam H-shaped gand aur mera lund…. Iske aalawa mujhe kuch nahi soojh raha tha… main ek baar jis position me Ajmeri ko litakar chodna shuru karta toh kafi der tak chodta rahta… itni der tak ki Ajmeri mujhe rukne ke liye kahti aur phhir… phhir se apna muh pichka kar mujhe chodne ke liye kahti….
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Maine phhir se position change ki aur abki baar uske dono pair uthakar Ajmeri bai ko apni taraf khiskaya. Wo is baar apni dono kohni ko bistar par rakhkar thoda upar uthi aur mujhe choomne lagi… mujhe halanki ye pasand nahi aaya par kyunki main use abhi bahut chodna chahta tha, isliye main ye sah gaya aur jo gussa mere andar tha, use lund ke through uski choot me transfer karne laga…..

“ye ladkiyo ko aise baandh kar mar kyun rahe hai….”uske honth, apne honth se alag karke maine puchha…

“tujhe us-se kya matlab… tu mujhe pel aur nikal yaha se.”

“chakli kahi ki… wo toh main isliye puchh raha tha kyunki mujhe kafi sukoon mila ye dekh kar… main bhi isme shamil hona chahta hoon… aisa ghuma ke hunter marunga ki, next time mujhe dekhte hee moot maregi ye rakhail…. Choot ke andar hath dalkar bachcha-dani nikal lunga…”

“tu choot ke raaste bachcha-dani faaaaaaaaadega…. Aur jorrr se… aur jorrrr laga ladke…”

“unme se ek mere pahchan ki hai… matlab pahchan ki nahi hai, bas do-teen baar uske gaal me mutth mara hai… uski gand tere se mast hai, teri toh gand…gand nahi ghosla hai… ekdum naram. Lekin uski… ekdum….Tight thi….”Ajmeri ki choot se lund nikalkar hafte hue maine kaha aur apna pet dabane laga…

“ye sab ek kanoon hai , jo bhi chakli yaha se nikalna chahti hai, use ye sab sahna padta hai… aur jo log unhe marte hai… wo sab bahut bade-bade log hai, jo pani ki tarah paisa bahate hai…”

“tere sath bhi hua tha kya aisa…”

“maine hee ye niyam shuru kiya hai… mere yaha aane se pahle ye sab niyam nahi tha…”

“gazab…”bolkar main utha aur uthkar Ajmeri ki chhati par ja baitha…

“ab kya meri chuchiyo ko chodega kya…”

“nahi… tere mu ko…”bolkar maine dono hatho se Ajmeri ka sar pakad kar thoda upar uthaya aur uske honth par apna lund sparsh karne laga….

“mu khol na… kyun itna bhav kha rahi hai… main roj-roj nahi aaunga… soch le…”

“pahle tu mere sawal ka jawab de…”mere lund ko apne hath se rok-kar Ajmeri boli “tune Daddu ko ye kyun bola ki tu mujhe chodna chahta hai, yadi main na kar deti aur gusse me Daddu ko tujhe marne ke liye kahti toh tujhe pata hai Daddu tujhe marne se pahle ek pal ke liye bhi nahi sochta.... tujhe dar nahi lagta kya…”

“mujhe bhagwan ne special power di hai…”Ajmeri ke hath se apna lund chhudakar wapas uske honth me ragadte hue maine kaha “ main ladkiyo ki shakl dekh-kar unka bhavishya jaan leta hu ki wo mujhse chudengi ya nahi…aur tuuuu…. Us din jab tune Daddu ke adde me mazak-mazak me mera hath pakda tha, tabhi main samajh gaya tha ki tujhe kya chahiye…. Aur wahi mujhe bhi chahiye tha. par dikkat Daddu ki thi… kyunki yadi main uski permission ke bina tujhe thokta aur Daddu jaan jata toh meri aisi taisi kar deta… isliye maine itne din intezaar kiya aur tere naam ki mutthi mar… par aaj….. chal ab muh khol na. aur ekdum ragad ke choos… aise choos jaise ki aaj ke baad lund hee nahi payegi choosne ke liye….”

“sale harami…”jaise hee Ajmeri ne mujhe ye gali dene ke liye apna muh khola… maine apna lund uske muh me bhar diya aur uski choochiyo ko puri taqat ke sath masalte hue use lund choosane laga…. 

Ajmeri bai ne mera lund jo choosna chalu kiya wo aakhir tak choosti rahi aur phhir jab main uske muh me jhad gaya toh thodi der tak tak muh me kulla karte hue usne apna purse jo sirhane me rakha tha use jaldi se kholkar usme se ek chhota sa kale rang ka dibba nikal kar pura sperm apne muh se us dibbi me bhar di

“full jugad leke chalti hai tu toh…”ek hath se apna pet aur ek hath se apna sar dabate hue maine kaha… “khali pet pills nahi leni chahiye thi… ye toh har seconds ke sath meri fadte jar aha hai… waise mast purse hai…”

“muh me lene ka maja hee kuch aur hai… jab tak mere muh me safed pani na jaye tab tak mujhe santushti nahi milti…. Daddu hota toh pee leti uska…”

Mere jhadne ke baad mere lund ko jhuk jana chahiye tha, lund ka natural law toh yahi hai… lekin maine jo tablets ka cocktail mara tha, uska asar itna bhayankar tha ki sala lund jhukne ka naam hee nahi le raha tha… jispar maine Ajmeri ki taraf dekha aur….

“bathroom me degi…”

“tujhme ab bhi dum hai…”

“ye dekh…”

“hmmm….”

Phhir kya tha, hum dono bathroom me ek sath nange ghuse… actually ek sath nahi… pahle Ajmeri bathroom me ghusi jiske 5 minute baad main bathroom me ghusa aur un 5 minutes me main apna pet dabate hue Ajmeri ka purse khol-kar dekhta raha…. Phhir main bhi bathroom me ghusa… apna pet pakad kar.

Main Ajmeri ko is samay bas chodna chahta tha… bas chodna… mere dimag me is samay sirf ek chiz thi… actually do thi… nahi ek hee thi…. aur wo thi Ajmeri ki choot… main uski maang mutth se bharna chahta tha aur apne Shagman ke naam ko aur bulandi pe pahuchana chahta tha… main use itna chodna chahta tha, itni jor se chodna chahta tha ki wo hag mare…lol.

Par jaise hee bathroom me ghusa toh pet me itni jor se cramps aaye ki main pet pakad kar pahle wahi baitha aur phhir farsh par lotne laga….

“is baar nahi bachunga…”dono hath se apna pet dabate hue maine kaha…

Maine puri zindagi kya kiya.. kyun kiya… ye samay dar samay badalta raha lekin randiyo se main shuru se hee beinteha nafrat karta hoon… phhir chahe wo Varun ki girlfriend Sonam hee kyun na ho… lekin jab Ajmeri bai ne mujhe uthaya aur sahara dekar bathroom ke bahar le gayi toh meri vichar-dhara thodi badalne lagi… lekin jaise hee dard kam hua, nafrat phhir se peak pe pahuch gayi… main kapde pahankar khada hua aur thodi der Ajmeri ke purse ko ghoorta raha… Ajmeri ne pani ka ek bottle mujhe diya, lekin maine nahi liya… 

“mar jaunga, lekin randi ke hath ka pani nahi piyunga…”

Main thodi der aur waha shanti se khada raha aur phhir bahar ki taraf dheere-dheere chal pada… bahar jate waqt ek baar phhir se mere pet me cramps aaye... maine apni aankhe band ki aur dono hath se pet pakad kar bahar ki taraf bhagne laga….

“mar jayega be.. bhosdiwale… rook ja… cramps jaane de… ”

Lekin main nahi ruka aur bahar ki oor bhagta raha… jiske karan bhagte hue ek-do baar main gira bhi... mujhe pata nahi kya ho raha tha, par mera pet ukhad raha tha aur sar bhi ghoom raha tha… maine kal pura din kuch nahi khaya tha aur phhir aaj wo sex-pills… lagta hai reaction ho raha hai.. isiliye itni thandi me bhi mujhe paseena aa raha tha…. mujhe aisa lag raha tha jaise kisi ne mera pet pakad kar jor se marod raha ho… ye pahli baar mere sath ho raha tha. kash baap ki baat maankar MBBS kiya hota toh ye toh pata hota ki ab kya karna hai…. khamkha Engineering kar li, lawda… koyi use hee nahi… bapu toh 80 lakhs donation dene ko bhi taiyar tha.. 

“phhir 8th semester kaise banti…”

“haan, wo toh hai…”

Maine Ajmeri bai ke kothe se nikalkar aanan-fanan me ek autowale ko hath diya aur us auto wale ke rukte hee andar ghusa aur is process me chutiyo ki tarah auto me hee gir gaya… jise dekhkar Autowala utarkar peechhe aaya aur mujhe peechhe wali seat me litaya….

“kya hua…”

“pata nahi, pet akad raha hai, aisa lag raha hai jaise koyi apna badla nikalne ke liye liver daba raha hai… badla, Vivek…kahi Vivek ne apna badla toh nahi liya ? nahi wo tablets toh maine khud mangi thi… Vivek ne toh kaha bhi tha ki ek baar me sirf ek aur dusari lene ke liye kuch din ka gap… maine hee role-role me teen-char mashak liya…”

“chhodna kaha hai…”

“RVC”

“RVC.. ye kaha hai…”

“mere lawde me hai…”chillakar maine kaha…

“dekh, izzat se baat kar… tera karja nahi khaya hoon main…”

“RVC matlab… River view colony…”

“utni door main nahi jaunga… bahut door hai. aur jaunga toh 500  lunga…”

“hazar le lena, ab toh chal”

Autowale ne auto daudaya aur main peechhe wali seat par paseene se tar-batar hokar dono hath se apna pet dabaye ek konte me kaanp raha tha… mujhe ab bhi yahi lag raha tha ki koyi mera liver , kidney jor-jor se daba raha hai… ye toh pahle kabhi nahi hua tha, ye kaun si bimari hai….. sala, gand fat gayi re… aaj ke baad kabhi wo tablets nahi khaunga…. Vivek ki maa ka. Chutiya, sala…. Marunga madarchod ko.

Maine kaanpte hue apni aankhe band ki aur kaanpte hue hee jab thodi der baad jab meri aankhe khuli toh main apne college hostel ke us jung lagi bench par baitha hua tha…

“hey Arman…”

“hii…. Arun, no sorry… hii… Es…Esssh… Esha… hiii… howww…. How… are yoooou… you… you… Esha… hiii… hello… main… main … Arman… hi ”apna pet dabate hue maine kaha “matlab, tum yaha… kaa..kamal ho gaya ye toh… matlab, finally…. Matlab…. mujhe pata hota ki mere tablet khane se tum yaha aaogi toh main kab ka wo tablet kha leta, I love you…”

“really….? maine Gautam ke sath milkar jo kiya uske baad bhi…”

“it doesn’t matter what you did or what you do….iii”

“you love me and you’ll always do…”meri line complete karte hue Esha boli

“kamal hai… ye line toh maine mann me kahi thi… tumhe kaise pata chali…”

“here, what you know, we all know…”mere pet se mera hath hatakar apna hath rakhte hue Esha boli…

“Arun kaha hai…”

“wo chala gaya, usne kaha ki jab tak main yaha rahungi, wo tumse milne nahi aayega… wo mujhse kafi nafrat karta hai, kya tum bhi…”

“main…? Nahi… main nahi… wo jalta hai sala, gay……. tumhe mere paas dekhkar…”

“thoda-bahut… shayad isiliye usne tumhe ye nahi bataya ki main kafi samay se yaha hoon… maine Arun ko bahut baar kaha ki wo Arman ko bol de ki main yaha aa chuki hoon… kyunki main jaanti thi ki tum kya soch rahe ho. yaha hum sab tumse connected hai… aur kafi din se tumhara college aane ka intezaar kar rahe hai. lekin Arun ne kisi ko yaha nahi aane diya, jo bhi tumse milne ke liye hostel ki taraf aata, wo use marne lagta…. Wo hamesha college aur hostel ko milane wali sadak par khada rahta hai, taki koyi bahar ka yaha na aa sake…”

“par tumne toh abhi kaha ki hum sab ek-dusare se connected hai, phhir mujhe ye kyun nahi pata chala ki tum yaha aa chuki ho aur Arun ye sab kar raha hai…. ?”

“hum sab tumhari soch ko jaan sakte hai, lekin tum kisi ki bhi nahi…. Creator loss”

“Arun ne tumhe kyun nahi roka…”

“usne bahut koshish ki mujhe rokne ki par ant me wo haar maan gaya, wo mujhpar hath nahi utha sakta… aur na hee mujhe kuch ulta-seedha bol sakta hai… due to your friendynamic law…”

“friendynamic law works here… ?”chauk kar maine puchha “wo law toh kuch mahine pahle mere hee dwara tod diya gaya tha…”

“this is ideal world… yaha raat nahi hoti, 24 hours college chalta hai, gravity ki value 9.8 nahi balki 8.9 hai, hostel ke ladke yaha ke malik hai, wo hee decide karte hai ki yaha kya hoga aur Gautam aur Aradhna yaha exist nahi karte… unka koyi nam-o-nishan tak nahi hai… na toh admission slip me aur na hee kahi aur ya phhir hostel ke ladko ne un dono ko mere aane se pahle hee maar diya hai… ya phhir tumne…”

“maine, unhe nahi mara….yadi maine un dono ko mara hota, toh tumhe pata hota…”

“oh haan… correct”

“aur… isiliye tum mere paas aayi, kyunki yaha Gautam nahi hai… toh tumne socha ki Gautam na sahi, Arman sahi… matlab aaj bhi main tumhari second choice hoon…”

“sach kahu toh tum third choice the”

“third ? really ”chauk kar maine kaha “ main tumhari third choice tha… second kaun tha….”

“Sidar….”
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“ooo bhiya… aa gaya tumhara kaloni…”mujhe uthate hue us autowale ne kaha…

Chapter-31: OverRun

“thoda der aur rook jata toh… tera kya bigad jata…”ek aankh aadhi kholkar main auto se pet pakad kar bahar aaya… mera pet me abhi bhi halke-halke cramps aa rahe the, par ab ye cramps jhelebal the, matlab pahle ki tarah unjhelebal nahi, inhe main jhel sakta tha….

Meri shirt ki jeb me jitney rupaye the wo sab maine autowale ke muh me fek ke mara(literally) aur apna pet pakad ke Colony wali sadak par chal diya….
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Pahle Deepika mam, phhir Aradhna, phhir Nisha uske baad Madhulika aur aaj Ajmeri… total 5 hui… agli kaun hogi…. VR ? par sabse jyada maja toh Deepika mam ko chodne me aaya tha… aur aaj bhi maine us-se jyada sexy item nahi dekhi… pata nahi randi abhi kiska lawda apni pond me le rahi hogi par kya mast bezzati karke college se nikalwaya tha, randi ko…. Shri Arman se khelne chali thi.. 

logo ko samajhna chahiye ki jo ye sochte hai ki wo Shri Arman se khel rahe hai wo darasal Arman se nahi khud se khel rahe hote hai. mujhe haraya nahi ja sakta, Mujhe sirf mara ja sakta hai… wo bhi dhoke se. kyunki bina dhokhe ke toh main tumhari gand mar lunga…

apne flat ki taraf jaate hue mujhe Vandana Rathi bhi dikhi, jo apne gate ke saamne kisi se baat kar rahi thi… maine use dekha, usne mujhe dekha…. Main use dekhkar muskuraya par wo mujhe dekhkar apna daant peesne lagi. Phhir main aage badh gaya… maine apne room ka darwaja khola toh mujhe saamne Aradhna dikhayi di… 

“kaisi hai behan ki lawdi….”use dekhkar muskurate hue maine socha…. “behan ki lawdi kahi ye bhi toh mere mind se connected nahi hai…. warna aisi-taisi kar degi meri…”

“connected hoon….”meri soch me dakhalandazi karte hue Aradhna ne apni kameej upar uthayi aur apne payjame ka nada apni ungali me fasakar hilate hue boli “ toh, finally, wo aapko mil hee gayi…”

“tujhe pata tha… hai na, tujhe pata tha ki… wo waha pahle se hai, lekin phhir bhi tune mujhe nahi bataya…”

“I know, what you know… aapko nahi pata tha matlab mujhe bhi nahi pata tha…”itna bolkar Aradhna ne apne payjame ka nada kheech diya aur uska payjama earth ke gravitation ke karan neeche ja gira…. apni gori-gori, chikni-chikni, badi-badi jaangho par hath pherkar usne mujhe invite kiya…

“kya tujhe pata nahi ki abhi thodi der pahle main kis halat me tha… ? aur uske baad bhi…? Ab toh iske koyi sawal hee nahi…. Isliye apna payjama utha le…”waha se langdate-langdate bedroom me jaate hue maine kaha…..

“ye toh kitchen hai…”

Is tarah main ek-do baar aur bedroom ki taalash me galat room me ghusta raha, yaha tak ki ek baar toh flat ke bahar bhi ja pahucha aur phhir Tikdam lagakar bedroom me pahucha…. mujhe is samay aag taapne ka kafi mann kar raha tha, isliye maine bistar ka ek paya toda aur uspar daru chhidak-kar bedroom ke beech-o-beech aag jalayi… phhir maine farsh me bed ko patak-patak kar, deewar se bistar ko takra-takra kar dusara paya bhi toda aur usme bhi same process…. Yani ki daru chhidak-kar aag jalayi… aur kambal oodhkar wahi aag ke paas deewar se satkar baith gaya aur puri raat aise hee baitha raha…. 

“main itna akela kyun hoon. Maine apne liye kabhi aisa toh nahi socha tha…”room ke beech-o-beech jalti aag ki lapto ko dekh kar maine khud se kaha…

“if you are alone then you’re strong…”

“yeah… aaj toh mutth bhi nahi mar sakta..”
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Subah uthkar maine deewar par khud se banaye calendar par aaj ki taarikh par gola mara kyunki aaj main apni aakhiri loot karne wala tha. uske baad…. Sab khatm. Aaj bas successful ho jaun, phhir koyi kabhi jaan tak nahi payega ki Shri Arman ne logo ko lootne ka kaam bhi kiya tha… par iske liye mujhe full planning ki awashyakta thi na ki last time ki tarah…. Jaha mujhe apni puri raat nadi ke beech me bitani padi thi… main taiyar hokar bahar aaya aur muh me ek side cigarette fasakar gate lock karne laga….

“toh tune decide kar liya ki tu zindagi bhar Sharda Enterprises me ghisega….”

“nadi ke beech me raat guzarne se toh achchha hai ki main Vandana Rathi ke flat ke bagal me rahte hue waha kaam karu, jaha mujhe uski gand dikhe…. Waise Sharda Enterprise utna bura bhi nahi hai….”

“waha ke log bure hai…”

“mujhse bhi jyada….?”

“tujhe jyada toh nahi par bure toh hai hee… ab is VR ko hee dekh le, jabran hawa me udti rahti hai… us princy ko dekh, kaise jaggu jaise ladko ki gand marte rahti hai aur ab toh ek aur boss aa gayi hai teri… kya name hai uska Shivakant Sehgal ki laundiya ka… jis-se teri muthbhed hui thi… ye sab… bure hai”

“bad need to be punished by worse… aur main kahi bhi jaun, bure log toh milenge hee isliye future ki future me dekhenge…. Filhal tujhe pata hai kya ki main apna room lock karke yaha kyun khada hoon…?”

“taaki jab Rathi office ke liye nikle toh tujhe dekh sake… teri sab mutth-giri jaanta hoon main… tu yadi us din Rathi ko dekhkar mutth nahi marta aur jaanwaro ki tarah khana nahi khata toh shayad wo khud pahal karti kisi na kisi tarike se…. lekin tune toh mutth mar diya uske saamne…. Sala, mutth-man”

“as if I care…”

“wo dekh…aa gayi teri, agli shikar…”

Vandana Rathi apne room se nikli, mujhe cigarette peete hue dekha aur phhir car me baithkar chali gayi… koyi reaction nahi. Wo aise behave kar rahi thi jaise mujhe jaanti tak na ho. mana ki maine jo kaam kiya hai wo kafi neech kaam tha… par kisi mahan purush ne kaha tha ki dusaro ke sath waisa hee bartav karo jaisa ki tum dusaro se apeksha rakhte ho… aur maine Rathi ke saamne mutth mara, kyunki yadi wo bhi mere saamne mutth marti toh main bur nahi manta… is tarah, yadi dekha jaye toh maine us raat koyi galat kaam nahi kiya tha.

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Main Sharda Enterprises pahucha aur jaise hee apni jagah jakar virajman hua toh meri table par ek invitation card rakha hua tha…

“kahi ye us party ka card toh nahi jo Sharda Enterprises me hone wali hai… jiske baare me jaggu us din canteen me mujhe bata raha tha…”

maine invitation card khola…. mujhea aaj se 12 din baad Sharda Enterprises me hone wali party ke liye invite kiya gaya tha. maine invitation card me apna name dekha… usme Arman ki bajay Armaan likha hua tha. 

“anpadh sale, madarchod… lawda jayega mera”invitation card dustbin me fek-kar maine apna computer on kiya…. 

“design… design…. Plan design… kaise karu aaj ki aakhiri loot. Venue kaun sa chunu. Last Time wala kafi door tha aur kafi andhera bhi… wo venue thik nahi aur jab waha loot ho chuki hai toh ye bhi jayaj hai ki Police ki patrolling waha bhi hone lagi hogi aur shayad us-se bhi aage… isliye main kuch bhi karu, last time wala plan flop hai aur idhar colony ke paas karne me dikkat ye hai ki yaha toh hamesha hee police van khadi rahti hai…. phhir kya kiya jaye… kuch toh sochna hoga… dikkat ye nahi ki police mujhe pakad legi… mere bahar aane ka plan toh pahle se hee taiyar hai… par dikkat ye hai ki yadi police walo ne mujhe on the spot pel diya toh ? waise bhi kafi khunnas me honge… khaskar ke mere ambulance lootne ke baad…. Isliye jo sochunga wahi hona chahiye, warna yadi thoda sab hi 19, 20 hua toh khel khatm….”

“Hiii… Armaan… good morning”mere bagal wale computer ke samne baith-te hue ek ladki boli… par ye kaise mumkin hai….

is office me Koyi anjaan mujhse kaise baat kar sakta hai, wo bhi ek ladki… kahi main ise jaanta toh nahi ? ye na toh VR hai aur na hee Princy… phhir kaun hai… jisne sakshat Shri Arman se baat karne ki jurrat ki…

“abey canteen wali hai…”

“kaun canteen wali…”

“abey wahi… jiske sath Jaggu teri setting jama dega bol raha tha… phhir ye tere paas aakar tujhse ladi bhi thi,tune isko sorry bhi bola tha….”

“ yad hai mujhe… main toh bas khud se mazak kar raha tha, you know how funny I am…”

Sharda Enterprises ke sare workers ek bade se hall me kaam karte the, jaha unko jhat barabar space diya gaya tha… jise fir charo taraf se dhayi foot wood se pack kiya gaya tha… jiske andar gol-gol ghoomne wali ek revolving chair, kariya rang ka ek computer rakha rahta tha…. aur kuch zaroori saman bhi... jaise dustbin.

Mujhe uska name yad nahi tha par jab wo bagal me baithi aur mujhe good morning kaha toh main uska name sochne laga… uske dahine hath me coffee thi aur baye hath me news paper… usne is samay jo kapda pahan rakha tha mujhe maloom nahi par jo bhi pahna tha, ghutne tak hee tha. maine kuch second uski jaangho ko bhi ghoora… phhir uske kapdo ke bahar se uski choot ko dekhkar imagine karne laga ki uski choot… choot hai ya phhir bhosda… maine andaza lagana chalu kiya… 

“ye school life me set ho gayi hogi 11th-12th me… chalo thoda relaxation de deta hoon aur ise iske college ke first year me set karwata hoon… first year me 20-30 baar, second year me 60-70 baar aur phhir uske baad…. yani... ”

“I said , hello…”mujhe apni taraf ghoorte dekh wo item boli…

“hhhhh…..”

“tum haklate ho….”coffee ka peg table par rakhte hue wo boli, jispar maine uski jaangho se apni najre hatayi aur bina kuch bole apne computer ki taraf dekhne laga… par mera dhyan ab bhi wahi, uski taraf hee tha
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phhir maine samne rakhi file kholi aur use padhne laga...

Ye kaha se aa gayi… aise hee exam me ek ladki bagal me baithi thi, sala pure teen ghante paper likhte waqt lund khada rahta tha aur yaha to 7-8 ghante….aise me toh mera lund tootkar neeche gir jayega… sala ab office me bhi mutth marna padega, taki ye mera khada lund na dekh sake… kahi main iske saamne bhi mutth na mar du.. Is-se achchha toh wo pahle wala mota tha… jo mujhse darker chup toh rahta tha aur apne kaam se kaam rakhta tha… ab ye kaha se aa gayi aur mere bagal me kyun…….

Mere nazar ab bhi meri file me thi par dhyan us nayi laundiya par hee tha… mere dwara use ignore karne ke mere ravvaye par wo thoda naraz thi par apne computer par apni nazre gadaye wo shayad tirachhi nazar se dekh rahi thi… maine bhi ek tirachhi nazar us par dali aur hum dono ki tirachhi nazar takra gayi…

“hatt madarchod, bezzati ho gayi…”turant dusari taraf dekh kar maine version 2.0 se kaha….
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“hi, main Supriya… Supriya Sehgal…”mere taraf apna hath badhate hue wo boli…

“Supriya… Supriya… SuuuuuuuPriya…. Sehgal… utna acha name nahi hai… mera name suno Arman… Shri Arman …. Name aisich hona chahiye, kaha Supriya-vupriya type ka name rakhte ho… ab tum bologi ki… awwww, isme meri kya galti hai, par galti tumhari hee hai… mujhe dekho, maine apna name khud rakha hai… jab main bahut chhota tha… tab mere ghar ke aas-paas wale bhaiya mera admission karane school le gaye the… waha unhone kaha ki iska name Pankaj hai… lekin tabhich apun ne bola ki.. mera name Arman rahega…”us-se hath milate hue maine kaha…

“abey hath kyun milaya us-se… kahi gand khujakar aayi hogi toh…”

“toh main bhi toh mutth markar aaya hoon… ”

“tumhare bare me thik hee bataya tha logo ne… par tum muskura kyun rahe ho… kya mere face par kuch laga hai…. ya phhir…”

“nahi…”

“toh phhir kyun muskura rahe ho…”

“nahi bataunga… aur mujhse na aap karke baat kiya kar… kyunki main yaha tera senior hoon”

“par haqiqat me toh…main tumhari senior hoon… kyunki main yaha recruit hokar nahi aayi hoon… balki mera yaha transfer hua hai aur jo yaha is jagah par kaam karte the… wo tumse senior the… pahle main Sharda Enterprises ki Ahembdabad ke head office me thi aur char saal waha kaam karne ke baad apna transfer yaha kara liya… kyunki yaha mere dad Shivakant Sehgal bhi rahte hai…. kuch week pahle hee unka bhi transfer yaha hua hai…”

“phhir toh tumhari MAA ka bhi transfer hua hoga… matlab full family job me… mast hai… kabhi NH-6 me milo raat ke waqt phhir…”

“meri maa housewife hai…”mere bolne ke dhang se thoda khafa hokar wo boli…

“bur maan gayi… lawda”

“maine suna nahi”

“kyunki maine kuch kaha hee nahi…”

“nahi tumne abhi kuch kaha… mujhe dekhkar…”

“actually main tumhara name yad kar raha tha….”

“Supriya… Sehgal”

“Supriya… hmm… means well-loved”

“beautiful name… isn’t it?”Apni coffee khatm karke wo muskurayi aur mouse ko hath me pakda…

“ beautiful is the ugliest word I have heard in my entire life… so, in this way your name is…. ahem ahem ”

“how the hell… you…”Supriya ka matha thanka par usne khud ki jeebh fisalne nahi di aur lambi-lambi saanse bharkar saamne computer ko refresh maarne lagi… phhir wo ekdum se shant baithi kuch sochne lagi…. Wo shayad ye soch rahi thi ki aise kaise koyi us-se baat kar sakta hai… jaha uske name ko pahli hee baar me koyi ugliest name ka darja de de… usne kabhi socha tak nahi hoga ki koyi uski jaisi item ki bhi insult kar sakta hai wo bhi uska junior… 
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Logo ko samajhna chahiye ki main unse baat karne me koyi interested nahi hoon… unhe mujhse bilkul bhi baat nahi karni chahiye. Mere aas-paas wo jab bhi rahe toh apni aukaat me rahe… jyada chu-chakari mujhe pasand nahi. Par aksar ye log bhool jate hai… lagta hai mujhe apne mathe par ‘MISANTHROPE’ ka label lagana padega… taki jo bhi aaye mujhse baat na kare… ab is kanya ko hee dekh lo, kaise mere pahal na karne ke bawzood apni gand uchka-uchka kar udta hua teer gand me lene ki koshish kar rahi thi… aur jab maine teer dal diya toh gand fulakar baith gayi… 

“Too much thinking about anyone could result in hatred.” Supriya ko taana marte hue maine kaha… “dil pe mat lo.. it is me… you’ll get used to it..”

“Vandana mam ne bataya tha ki main tumse thoda door rahu… tumhe ajeeb-ajeeb daure padte hai. phhir unhone wo video bhi dikhaya tha jisme yaha upar se neeche koodkar… deewar se khud-ba-khud takra rahe the…unhone ye bhi bataya ki RVC me tum unke bagal wale flat me rahte ho aur puri raat sote nahi… tum-me koyi manners nahi hai… tumhe Vandana mam jald hee nikalne wali hai… shayad tumne aaj ke newspaper me new designer ka advertisement nahi dekha….”saamne se news papar utha kar apne hath me hilate hue wo boli

“kya fark padta hai….”Supriya ke hath se ek jhatke me newspaper chheen kar maine kaha… 

“tumhe ye jaankar dukh hua, hai na…”

“thoda-thoda…. Kyunki Sharda Enterprises me mast mahol tha… par koyi baat nahi kyunki jab main yaha se chala jaunga tab main 24x7 hours apne room me bitaunga… kitna maza aayega tab… alone, strong… ”

“toh tum dukhi bhi ho aur khush bhi…”

“well, that’s my first characteristic… I can be both happy and sad at the same Time…”

“good luck”apna hath meri taraf badhakar Supriya boli…

maine phhir se apna mutth marne wala hath Supriya ke hath se milaya par jab Supriya thodi khisiya gayi tab mujhe samajh aaya ki usne apna hath mujhse hath milane ke liye nahi balki newspaper lene ke liye badhaya tha… back to back bezzati. 

“tumne itna bhari makeup kyun kiya hai… mera matlab simple cream-powder laga kar bhi toh aa sakti ho na…. uspar se ye duniya bhar ka… tumhari salary toh isi me khatm ho jati hogi… ”

“excuse me… tumse koyi matlab…”

“ Time… dear time… time is our most powerful weapon and you’re just wasting it to apply lipstic in your lips… kitna taiyar hokar aayi hai, zaroor 6 baje se makeup karne baith jati hogi… ”

“shut up… ”

“aur baal, ye hai kaun se rang ka… lol”

“chup rahne ka kya loge….”

“choot……”maine kaha…… mann me.

“dobara mujhse baat mat karna… main tum ladkiyo ko achchhi tarah se jaanta hoon, handsome-smart ladka dekha nahi ki line marna chalu ho jati ho… lekin main us type ka nahi hoon…. Main Arman hoon…”khada hokar waha se jaane ki taiyari karte hue maine Supriya se kaha “aur koyi mere baare me puchhe toh bol dena ki Arman ji ka mood thoda kharab tha toh wo ghar ko nikal gaye hai aur wo apna kaam ghar me karke yogi-jogi ko mail kar denge….”

“unaccompanied… Alone… deserted… friendless… you and your shadow…. These are the things they told me about you… but I’m still wondering… why, I mean why… anyone would like to spend his life alone.”

“question is not why but why not…”Esha ko yaad karte hue maine kaha…

“sorry…?”

“I mean… the question is not why I don’t like people but why should I like them… find the reasons till our next meet and I’ll answer… aur ek baat… I’m not alone… I’m a Narcissist…”

Meri last loot ka date maine aaj fix kar rakha tha, isliye Sharda Enterprises se E-6 aakar maine sabse pahle office ka kaam niptaya aur yogi-jogi ko mail karke bistar ke baki bache do paye bhi ukhad kar unme aag lagakar wahi uske paas chair me baitha aur sochane laga… tabhi mujhe ek number se call aaya… aur maine kuch purane news paper se Bairangi ki kayi photos katkar room se bahar nikla…. Par pahle main ek chhoti si workshop me gaya, waha apna kaam niptaya aur us shaks se mila, jisne mujhe phone kiya tha… phhir main wapsi me Vivek ke paas gaya, use marne nahi balki uski help lene…. is beech jab main apna pura kaam nipta kar wapas room pahucha toh mujhe ahsaas hua ki maine toh aaj bhi kuch nahi khaya tha, isi liye pet me dard ho raha hai… mera sar thoda-thoda ghoomne laga tha… farsh aur chhat hilti hui ya phhir kahu ki vibrate hote hue dikh rahi thi…. 

“bhookha toh nahi marna chahega….”

“order kiya hai… aata hoga..”

Khana khane ke baad mujhe kafi aaram mila… matlab bahut jyada… itna jyada ki mujhe neend tak aane lagi. Maine headphone fasakar apni aankhe band ki… kafi sukoon mila… main kafi der tak aise hee chair par peechhhe sar tikaye leta raha aur phhir jaise kisi ne peechhe se meri gardan pakddi aur tod di….

“uth be….”

“Aaaalund tuuu…. HL … I mean, hii lawda”

“KL… matlab , kya lawda…. suna hai aakhiri bar tu Esha se mila tha…”

“nahi… kisne kaha…”

“tu mujhse jhooth nahi bol sakta… and by the way, I know… what you know. ”

“you bhi know, what I know… aise me main tujhe chodu kaise banaunga… tu toh pahle hee sab jaan jayega…”

“ jaan-buch kar ban jaunga aur Esha bahar hai, usi jung lagi bench par… jaha hum dono mile the… mujhe pata hai tu wahi uske paas jane wala hai… tu use bhoolta kyun nahi be…”

“koshish jaari hai…”

“kya gunda banoge… ”

“toh chalu…”

“bas beta, maal kya mili… dost ko bhool gaye”

“that’s Shri Arman for you, bitches and call me The Originator”bahar jate hue maine apne mann me kaha… kyunki jo main mann me kahta wo toh use pata chalne hee wala tha toh phhir main peechhe palatkar chilla kar kyun kahu

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“hiiii…”Esha ke bagal me baith kar maine kaha

“oh hii.. Arman…”

“what time it is…”

“five past seven”

“yaha subah hai, par reality me toh raat ho chuki hai…”

“yaha raat nahi hoti, koyi ghar nahi jaata… mere khayal se maine last time bataya tha…”

“maine ye toh nahi socha tha…”

“par yaha aisa hee hai… tumhe andaza bhi nahi ki main kab se yaha tumhara wait kar rahi hoon… tum hamesha se yahi chahte the na… hai na… apni puri zindagi tum yahi chahte the ki main tumhara intezaar karu, jis tarah tum mera parking me college se bahar aane ka karte the… par jab asaliyat me nahi hua toh tumhne wahi concept yaha apply kar diya…. aur jo tumhare dimag me hai yani ki jo tum aaj karne ki firaq me ho… wo mujhe pata hai aur uska anjaam bhi…”

“yeah… I know…. you know,what I know…”

“stop it Arman. It’s enough now… you don’t need to do more… you don’t need more enemies and Daddu isn’t like your any college opponent… he is ruthless. he’ll hunt you down and kill you when he’ll know… who you really are… you’ve seen him and his revenge… but still you’re trying to… okay, leave Nagpur and make new friends… some really good friends not like Arun… ”

“ Arun…? He’s my best friend including some others like Saurabh, Sulabh….”

“I hate them all… they didn’t stop you when they could rather than they enjoyed it.. they used you and when you needed them… they turned their back on you… actually I think, they are also the reason of your bind condition… I hate your all best friends including Rajshri Pandey…”

“I hate your best friends too… especially Divya.”

“really… I didn’t know that… why”

“yeah...I think… our best friends are like our own shit… only we know how to live with them”

“I think… our best friends are like our own shit… only we know how to live with them and about your concern regarding Daddu then sorry to tell you, but Daddu is necessary for my living… he’ll pay what he did…”muskurate hue maine Esha ki taraf dekha… par wo ab bhi thodi chintit thi…. shayad Esha mere dimag ke us bhag ki rachna thi… jo hamesha mujhe aur mere kands ko rokne ki koshish karte the…. par hamesha nakam rahte the…

“ aur Nisha… mujhe nahi lagta jitna wo tumhe pyar karti thi kisi aur ne kiya hoga aur shayad hee koyi aur kare”

“Nisha…. Wo tumhari tarah nahi hai. wo mujhe bore karti thi… chhoti-chhoti baat ko lekar ladti thi ki maine uski friends ko good morning, good night wish kyu nahi karta… main uske messege ka reply usi samay kyun nahi deta… wo kisi bhi shop me jati, kahi bhi jati toh dresses ki pic kheech-kheech kar mujhe bhejti aur bolti ki batao, Arman inme se kaun sa le loon…. Kya ghantaaaa.. sorry, Mera matlab, kya zaroorat hai aisa karne ki, kaun sa main mahan dress designer hoon ya phhir mujhe iske baare me kuch pata hai… Mere khud ke kapde Arun, Saurabh kharidte the kyunki mujhe kharidna nahi aata tha… phhir main uska birthday bhool gaya… main jaanta tha ki yadi main uska birthday bhool gaya toh wo mujhpar jhapatta maregi, isliye maine ek mahine pahle se reminder laga ke rakha tha… lekin pata hai kya hua… reminder ek din aage ka tha… is baat pe ek hafte tak wo naraz rahi… apne ghar se bahar tak nahi gayi… jis-se uski saheliya… whatsapp, facebook yaha tak ki call kar-kar ke mujhe blame karne lagi ki ye sab meri vazah se ye hua hai… uski saheliyo ne itna pareshan karke rakha tha ki sabko block marna pada… jiski baad iski khabar unhone phhir se Nisha ko de di aur phhir se hafto bhar wo bahar nahi nikli…”

“kafi kuch mujhse milta julta hai… aur Arman… shadi ke pahle yadi koyi ladki tumse lade, baar-baar naraz ho jaye toh iska matlab ye nahi ki wo tumse nafrat karti hai, balki pyar karti hai… shadi ke baad ka pata nahi…”

“I agree.. lekin har chiz ki koyi limit hoti hai… har samay ye faltu ka pyar ya ladayi jo bhi tum kahti ho thik nahi rahta…. ab ek baar wo mere sath ghadi kharidne gayi… usne aage ek pahan kar dekhi phhir mujhse puchhi ki kaisi hai… maine kaha badhiya… lekin usne kaha ki main jhooth bol raha hoon. Phhir usne dusari ghadi pahni aur phhir mujhse same sawal.. jiske baad mera bhi same jawab lekin usne phhir kaha ki main jhooth bol raha hoon… is tarah usne teesari ghadi nikalwayi. Tum yakin karogi ki aisa pure ek ghante tak chala… tumhe lagega ki isme kaun si badi baat hai, ek ghante toh normal si baat hai… lekin kabhi karke dekhna. Ek ghante ke baad use ek watch pasand aayi lekin uske agle hee din usne mujhe call karke kaha ki wo.. wo wali return karke dusara kharidegi… mera toh bheja hee khisak gaya sunkar, diya jordar batti… jispar wo boli ki, toh chalo na kaun sa job karte ho…din bhar room me pade hee toh rahte ho… matlab aisa wo kaise bol sakti hai, meri bezzati karne ka haq sirf Arun ko hai…”

“and you still didn’t understand why I’m not with you, why Nisha is not with you…”

“ A time comes in your life when you realize that losing people isn’t actually….. a loss and I realized it in 8th Semester…. Thanks to you, Gautam and my family”bolkar main muskuraya…. Par main ye bhi jaanta tha ki Esha itni jaldi haar nahi manegi… kyunki Esha ke roop me indirectly ya phhir directly main khud se hee baat kar raha tha… yani ki main khud se lad raha tha aur yahi hota hai,jab do mere jaise log aapas me bhidte hai toh….. audience tay nahi kar pati ki kaun sahi hai aur kaun galat.. kaun jeetega aur kaun harega…. 

“We all have to pay the price for our sins and if you didn’t then you will… ”

“don’t worry…. One solid step and everything will be changed.”

“it is very hard to convince you….. I can’t…”

“no one can….”

“you always do the things which people tell you not to do... hai na”

“yes…. and trust me...I love it. I just hate everyone excluding you… I cant hate you, I mean I tried but fortunately, I failed… ”

“that’s the Arman I know… who hates everyone, who hates truth… who hates….”

“no…..”maine beech me kaha “I don’t hate truths. No…. I don’t hate truths…. i hate the society…and there are many differences between these two…. Two…. Two hateful objects”

“OKAY, I surrendered…. Time to go….”background me chalte gaane ko sunkar Esha boli…. “you won, I lost”

“my alarm…. Shit.…”waha khade hokar maine kaha aur apna goggle shirt se saaf karne laga…. maine thoda Esha ko chidhaya bhi ki kaise wo mujhse is word-war me haar gayi par wo muskurati rahi…. Alarm ki aawaz dheere-dheere tez hone lagi aur waha mauzood har chiz apni jagah par hilne lagi….

“ you’re smiling…”

“ does my smile scare you… ?”

“ no… the other thing scares me most actually that’s the scariest thing ”

“and what is that scariest thing….”

“I’ve seen the future and the scariest thing is…. one day you wont be able to smile…..”

“then that day will be my last day…………… bitch.”goggle lagane ke baad maine kaha aur idhar meri aankh khul gayi… maine mobile ka alarm band kiya aur…. jis chair par soya hua tha, us-se uthkar main bathroom me pahucha aur bathroom ka nal kholkar nal ke neeche thande pani me apna sar dhone laga… raat ke 11 baj chuke the. bathroom se bahar aakar maine apne bedroom se ass hataya… I mean ash.. wood ash. Aur phhir do-teen pet dard ki goli khayi taaki aain mauke par mere pet me marod na ho…. 
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Main NH-6 me jaha bhi, jo bhi kand karta… har jagah mushkilat the aur ye mushqil police paida kar rahi thi… isliye maine police van ko hee lootne ka socha... mujhe pata hai ki main chodu hoon kyunki ek toh main police van ko lootne ja raha tha jo ki pahle se hee taiyar the upar se yadi main kamyab bhi hua toh hazar-do hazar ke aalawa mujhe kuch nahi milne wala tha… par meri ye loot paiso ke liye nahi thi. meri ye loot self satisfaction ki thi… taaki zindagi bhar main jab bhi NH-6 ke baare me sochu… toh main ise apne victory spot ke roop me yaad rakhu na ki us roop me jaha maine apni puri ek rat sardi ke dino me nadi ke beech me bitayi thi… maine katte me kartoos bhara aur chehre par roomal baandh kar phhir se us shortcut wali gali me nikla jis par last time gaya tha… kyunki front se jaane par police wale toh mujhe dekhte hee pel dete aur yadi na bhi pelte toh pakad toh lete hee… isliye maine wo andhere me jhadi-jhunjhati me ghuskar us kachche raaste me aage badhta raha….

Kathinayi toh mujhe aaj bhi hui, par main aage badhta gaya aur apne mathe me kayi jagah jhadiyo ke kharoch ke nishan lekar finally main highway me pahucha….

NH-6 highway par ekdum beech-o-beech khada hokar maine jor se police walo ko gali di… bahut bhayankar gali… matlab itni bhayankar ki main khud darr gaya ki yadi kisi policewale ne sun liya toh wo toh meri gand hee phad dalega…. Par meri gali mere aalawa kisi ne nahi suni…. 
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Mera plan simple tha… kisi bhi police jeep ko pakadna, unhe batti dena, ek do ko goli marna phhir do-char dialogue dekar waha se kalti ho jana… isliye NH-6 me mera sabse pahla kaam aaj police jeep ko dhoondhana tha…. wo bhi aisi police jeep ko jo ki patrolling marte waqt kahi khadi ho… isiliye NH-6 me main us shortcut raaste ko pakadkar itna peechhe aaya tha aur Mujhe ye bhi pata tha ki police jeep mujhse kitni door me, kis direction me khadi hogi… maine usi direction me apna rookh kiya aur daudne laga…. daudte hue maine katte me silencer fit kiya… silencer: kya maine iski story batayi ki silencer mujhe kaha se mila ? 
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Main aaj Sharda Enterprises se dopahar me hee room aa gaya tha, par room aane se pahle main ek workshop pe gaya tha… sabse pahle main jis workshop me gaya, waha kafi bheed thi aur us workshop ka owner thoda Buddha tha, isliye maine andaza lagaya ki sala ye mera kaam nahi kar payega, isliye main dusare workshop me pahucha… par wo band tha. teesare workshop wale ne mera kaam karne se mana kar diya aur bola ki main police station se written me likha ke laun aur sath me apne aadhar card ki photocopy uske paas jama karu… gandu, lawda… itni mehnat aur risk uthana hota toh main khud nahi bana leta… phhir main chauthe workshop pe gaya jaha wo 1500  me mera kaam karne ko maan gaya…
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Usne mujhe 1 inch, 2 inch diameter ki PVC pipe lane ke liye bola aur do-char different size ki drill bit ke sath glue bhi magwaya… jab maine ye sab saaman use lakar diya toh usne mujhe andar karke workshop ka gate lock kiya aur fatafat kaam me lag gaya… pahle toh usne mere katte ke barrel ka size mapa, phhir jo maine do pvc pipes lakar di thi.. use tape se mapne laga… measuring-veasuring karke usne chhote size wale pipe me equally spaced drill hole kiya aur ek wood ring ki help se use bade wale pvc pipe me fit karke use glue se chipka diya…

“ye niklega toh nahi…”pvc pipe ko kheechkar maine kaha “lawda… ye toh alag ho gaya…”

“sukhne toh de bhai… ab kya mutth marne ke baad lund ekdum se thodi chhota ho jata hai, thoda Time toh lagta hai na.. waise hee, bas thode samay ke baad ye jud jayenge…”wapas se wood ring ke sath dono pvc pipe ko set karke workshop wale ne kaha….

“nice…… example…”

Iske baad jab glue ke karan dono pvc pipes jud gayi toh usne use pakad kar na jaane kya-kya karta raha…. Kabhi ek saw me pelta toh kabhi dusare saw me… kabhi vertically toh kabhi horizontally aur phhir finally mujhse mera katta maga… aur katte ke purje-purje alag karke katte ke barrel me khanche yani threads banaye aur phhir silencer ko katte ke barrel me ghuma-ghumakar fit karke mujhe dete hue bola….

“1500…”

“kamal ka aadmi hai yar tu toh…” 1500 ke badle 2000 dekar maine uske hath se apna hathiyar liya aur silencer khol kar wapas fit karte hue bola “keep the change…”

“waise bhi change nahi hai… name kya hai tumhara…”

“The Originator…”kahte hue maine zameen me uske pair ke paas goli chalayi, jis-se wo kood kar door chhitak gaya…

“pagal hai kya lawda…”

“haan…”
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Toh NH-6 me daudte hue maine katte me silencer fit kiya aur jab daudte hue mujhe door police van dikhayi di toh main wahi ruka aur ek ped ki oot me chhipkar situation ko analyse karne laga…

“andhere me dikhayi dene wala binocular bhi kharid lena chahiya tha… kuch dikh hee nahi raha, yaha se toh…”kahkar main ped ke peechhe chhipte-chhipte aage badhne laga… aur jaise hee main unke kafi karib aaya main phhir se wahi rooka aur situation ka jayja lene laga… 

Police van me shayad do policewale the, jinme se ek wireless par thodi-thodi der me baat kar raha tha aur ek khali steering sambhale hua tha… kul do log the aur dono hee aage baithe hue the… maine silencer ko ghuma-ghuma kar khola aur ek baar phhir se use achchhi tarah se gun me fit kiya aur neechhe jhuk-kar aage badha… main police van ke peechhe gaya aur wahi baithkar upar-neeche ho rahi meri saans ko thoda control kiya… mere gale me kharash hone lagi, jise maine apna muh dabakar shant kiya aur phhir police van ki tek lekar wahi sadak par baitha raha… 

“three….one….. two….”

Teen tak gin-ne ke baad main utha aur neeche jhuk-kar samne wali khidki ke paas pahuchkar wireless par baat karte hue policewale ke kanpattti par seedhe katta sata diya aur ek gahri lambi saans li…

“give me your all money otherwise I’ll give you death… whooo”

jiske sar par maine katta rakha tha, wo toh achet hee ho gaya matlab wo ekdum murti ke mafiq apni seat par mano jam gaya tha par jisne steering sambhal rakhi thi usne turant apne senior ka revolver nikala aur mujhpar taan diya…

“all clear bolke wireless rakh… aur tu be, driver… jo bolta hoo kar, warna dono ki main yahi maiyya chod dunga… rakh wireless madarchod, ek bar me sunayi nahi deta kya aur us bhosdiwale ko bol ki apni maa mat chudaye, revolver dikha ke… warna main toh bulletproof jacket pahna hoon,bach jaunga… lekin tu nipat jayega… ab chal bol, usko ki wo revolver peechhe wali seat par fek de…”

Jis policewale ke kanpattti par maine gun taani thi usne hath ke ishare se apne sathi policewale ko revolver neeche rakhne ke liye kaha aur sath hee wireless me all clear bolkar usne wireless bhi peechhe fek diya… maine unhi me se ek se peechhe wala gate khulwaya aur andar baithkar dono ke sar par gun taankar hasne laga….

“driver gadi badha… kitni der se dekh raha hoon, kab se yahi khade ho… bore nahi hote kya tumlog…”

“teri toh main bajaunga… achchhe se..”

“madarchod, gadi aage badha… dhamki baad me de dena…”

“police se rada kar raha hai tu, bach kar jayega kaha…”gadi start karte hue us driver ne kaha…

“Teri bahan ke paas jaunga….”

Jispar wo gadi chalate hue hee gusse se peechhe mudne laga par maine tabhi use ahsaas dilaya ki uski khopdi ka bhavisya mere hath me hai….
“abhi gadi ki speed kam kar aur aage se left mar… us chor basti me rahta hoon main. Par mujhe pata hai ki tum log yakin nahi karoge, tum log sochoge ki bhala ek chor apne thikana kyun batayega… aur tum log aisa sochoge yahi sochkar maine wo kaha… jis par tumhe yakin nahi karna chahiye par phhir bhi tum uspar yakin karoge aur finally result ye hoga ki tum log khud confuse ho jaoge ki maine exactly kaha kya tha…dekho be… mujhe jyada ghuma-firakar baat-chit karne ka shauk nahi hai isliye bol raha hoon… wallet nikal kar mujhe do”
Unke sar ke peechhe guns ko tight karke maine kaha… jiske baad dono ne apna wallet mujhe diya…

“sale garibo… tumse jyada paisa toh mere paas college time me rahta tha… aur ek baat batao mujhe tumlog… tumlog bhosdiwalo, itna udi me kyun rahte ho be.. mera matlab jhat barabar hawaldar jinme se adhiktar ko lawda gravity kya hota hai ye tak nahi maloom wo behanchod aise uchakta hai jaise madarchod kitna bada gyani hoon… chal be tu bata… wormhole kya hai ?”

“kyaaa….”jis-se maine puchha tha, uske baju wale ne kaha… yani driver ne.

“tujhse puchha kya maine…”apne katte se uske hath me kartoos ghused kar maine kaha… “beta lightly mat le mujhe, maa chod dunga tum sabki… chal idhar se right maar… abey bhosdiwale right me tera sasural hai kya jo udhar mod raha hai… left le. Jo main bolu uska just opposite karna…”

Par left turn lene ki bajay usne break mara aur apna hath pakad kar dard se dabane laga… aur phhir khunnas me mujhpar peechhe jhapatta marne ki koshish ki, par kartoos ghusa uska hath ke dard ne use peechhe thik se mudne tak nahi diya…

“tu saaale, rook behan ke laude…. Bhajiya tal dunga tera main… madar…”

“teri dayi ka bhosda… Originator ko gali deta hai… madarchod, teri maiiya ko chod dalu, tere baap ke gand me tera lund… chutiya, burchoti ke… I mean burchodi ke…, burmari ke… gand-mare madarchod, burchatte, randi ki paidaish…. Kutte…”

“kutta bolta hai mere ko.. isssss … sher hoon main sher, ek baar tu pakad me aa, yahi tera gala ghot kar teri maa nahi chod diya toh bolna…”

“tu sher hai…? lol… teri maa jungle sher se chudwani gayi thi ya sher tere ghar teri maa ko chodne aaya tha… sala teri maa toh phhir mera bhi lawda bhi le legi… kahi ganga-jamuna ki randi toh nahi hai teri maa… phhir toh shayad choda bhi hoga maine teri maa ko… gand bhi mari hogi teri maa ki… teri maa ke muh me mutth bhi giraya hoga… meri chhod, teri maa ko toh tere hee police department ke log chodte honge, infact… tu khud logo ko apni maa ki chudai me invite karta hoga… thik usi tarah jaise log apne dosto ko khane pe invite karte hai.. tere senior ne bhi teri maa ko choda hoga.. main toh bas soch-soch kar khush ho raha hoon ki teri maa ki gand ke chhed ka diameter toh do-dhayi centimeter ka ho gaya hoga itne logo se chudwane ke baad… kahi tu bhi toh apni maa ko nahi chodta, sale incest… bhosdike… ab bol… hahahahaha…”

Us police driver ne apna sar peet liya, wo kabhi rota toh kabhi meri gali sunkar steering wheel me hee apna sar de marta… is dauran uska senior use shant rahne ke liye bolta raha… par wo toh mano pagal hee ho gaya tha aur gusse se aise ubal raha tha ki yadi main galti se bhi uske hath aa gaya toh wo mera jeete-jee karamkand kar dega… khair… choro ki basti me maine ek jagah police van rukwaya aur apna katta aur unme se ek ka revolver… jo mujhe mast naye jamane ka lag raha tha use lekar neeche utara aur tyre par goli markar waha se bhaga-bhag macha diya… 
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Choro ki basti se escape plan maine bahut pahle hee banaya hua tha… kisi ko yaad hai ya nahi par jab maine NH-6 me loot ke dauran car me soti hui item ko jhapad mara tha, uske pahle jab uska husband mootne ke liye car se utara tha… uske pahle main NH-6 me ghoomte hue bore ho raha tha. Remember ? tabhi maine sadak ke kinare ret par ek patli lakdi lekar zameen me plan banaya tha ki yadi police bychance mujhe kabhi gher bhi leti hai toh main yaha jungle ke through chor-basti me jaunga… phhir basti cross karke sadak ke dusari oor, samne dusari basti me pahchunga aur river view colony ki direction me aage badhte hue us dusari basti ko cross karke jo nadi bahti hai use paar karke river view colony me aish farmaunga… par kyunki mera nadi me koodne ka koyi vichar nahi tha isliye maine apne plan ko reverse mode me activate kiya tha… yani ki nadi par karke , pahle choro ki basti me aana… phhir wo chhota jo jungle tha, uske through NH-6 ko cross karke colony me pahuchna…. 

Ab kyunki main already choro ki basti me bhag raha tha isliye maine jungle me entry mari… aur andhadhund bhagta raha… bhagte-bhagte main kayi baar ped se takrata toh kayi baar mera pair kisi jagah faskar mujhe gira deta, lekin main har baar uth khada hota aur phhhir se bhagne lagta… maine apni speed kam karke rakhi hui thi, taaki yadi main kisi chiz se takrau bhi toh mujhpar impact kam pade… lekin tabhi mere bagal me aisi aawaz hui jaisi kisi ne goli mari ho… aur is aawaz se hee meri gand fat gayi aur main full speed ke sath bhagne laga… par goli ab bhi chal hee rahi thi.. aur samay ke sath mujhpar jo log goli chala rahe the, unki sankhya bhi badhne lagi thi.. 
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Maine peechhe mudkar dekha toh paya ki kayi aadmi vishal torch liye mere peechhe daud rahe hai.. shuru me mere peechhe 4-5 torch lapak rahe the par phhir thodi hee der me ye sankhya teen gune se bhi jyada ho gayi aur sab mujhpar firing kiye ja rahe the… par meri kismet achchhi thi ki yaha itna andhera tha ki wo thulle mujhe dekh nahi pa rahe the upar se unki aur meri distance bhi kafi thi…. par phhir bhi wo mere peechhe pade the… par ajeeb baat ye thi ki salo ko ye kaise maloom chal raha tha ki main kis direction me mud raha hoon…. Main jis taraf bhi mudta, jaha bhi ghusta… police wale usi ke according apna direction change kar rahe the… Maine NH-6 me raat-o-raat ghoom-ghoom kar ek se ek rasto ko khoj nikala tha… taaki waqt aane par main police walo ko chakma de saku aur unhi raasto me main is samay bhag raha tha par police kaise unhi raasto me mere peechhe aa rahi thi… upar se wo na toh kahi rook rahi thi aur na hee kahi bhatak rahi thi… bole toh exact main jidhar jata, udhar wo pahuch jati… 
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“Yaha mujhe nahi dhoondh payenge ye…” hafte hue ek kaatedar jhadi ke andar side se ghuste hue main badbadaya… “gand mar li be behanchodo ne… pata hota ki sale itna daudayenge toh do hafte pahle se stamina bana kar rakhta… lagta hai chhati fat jayegi…. Kahi heart fail na ho jaye madarchod….”

Jhadi ke andar ghuskar main thodi der sustaya ki tabhi mere peechhe bhag rahe policewale daudte-daudte rook gaye aur dheere-dheere meri taraf chalkar aane lage…

“inki maa ka… inhe pata toh nahi chal gaya ki main yaha chhipa hoon ? rook kyun gaye ye… sala bhag leta hoon, warna pakad me aaya toh encounter kar denge yahi pe… upar se sala itni bhayankar gali bhi de rakhi hai…ki… wo toh akele sau goli marega mujhe… bhaag lawda…”ahiste-ahiste jhadi se nikalkar dabe paanv khisakte hue maine socha… par shayad mere pair ki aahat unko sunayi de gayi aur unme se ek ne jisne pata nahi hath me kya pakad rakha tha… meri taraf ishara karke kaha….

“wo bhag raha hai…”usne kaha

“goli maro kutte ko…”ye uske kisi sathi ne kaha hoga…

“jaan se mat marna koyi, usne meri maa ko gali di hai, use main sabak sikhaunga….”ye shayad us police cum driver ne kaha hoga….. bhagte hue maine andaza lagaya aur tabhi mere upar roshani padi….
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Wo mere itne paas aa chuke the ki unki torch ki roshani mere sharir me pad rahi thi… maine waha se bhagne me pura jor laga diya aur physics bhagwan se dua karne laga ki wo apne physics putra ki help kare aur is incident ko apni kisi theory me uljha de… ya phhir mujhe yaha se kaise bhi karke nikal de.. Arun ki kasam khakar kahta hoon ki aaj ke baad ek footi kaudi nahi churaunga… 
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“bhagne mat dena haramjade ko… danda fek ke maro harami ko….”

Policewale walo ne ab firing band kar di thi, yani wo mujhe zinda pakadne ke firaq me the… isiliye main bhi goli nahi mar raha tha kyunki yadi main ek-do fire karta toh phhir policewale bhi firing par utar aate. filhal mujhe rokne ke liye wo gas ke gole, danda, patthar fek ke mujhe mar rahe the… aadhe se adhik policewale toh bhagne ke dauran kafi peechhe chhoot gaye the par do-teen aise the jo barabar jungle me mere peechhe bhag rahe the… jo shayad new-new join hue honge…. jab bhagte hue mujhe highway ke uspar river colony ke paas aane ka aabhas hua toh maine jungle ke paar highway ko crosss karke RVC jaane ka socha… par yadi main is tarah jata toh policewale bhi mere peechhe pad jate aur mera peechha karte-karte wo bhi Colony pahuch jate, jaha se unhe mujhe dhoondhna jyada aasan rahta… isliye maine apna jacket nikala aur andar us jacket me bandhe do bomb nikale…. sahi suna….. bomb. Real bomb.
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Kya maine apne bomb banane ki story batayi ? nahi… ? 

toh hua actually ye tha ki workshop se main silencer banwa kar jab apne room yani ki E-6 ki taraf aa raha tha toh raaste me mera pair ek battery se takraya jise laat marte hue main apne room tak laya aur phhhir ghuma kar ek laat us battery ko aisa mara ki seedhe boundary paar VR ke ghar ki deewar se battery takraya…. Aur tabhi mujhe kuch soojha… maine VR ke flat se wo battery liya aur Vivek ke medical me pahucha…. Maine us-se hydrogen peroxide ki maang ki,jispar usne kaha ki…

“main ye nahi bechta…bro.. lekin main us bro ko jaanta hoon jo aapko ye de sakta hai…”

“sach…”

“haan bro…” 

“chal phhir shutter gira… dukan ka…”

Maine Vivek ko mere bro hone ka vaasta diya aur use lekar usi ki bike me us chemist shop me pahucha jaha se mujhe Vivek ne hydrogen peroxide ki 2 litre ki botal dilwa di… maine us botal par label dekha…

“3 %, dil. Hydrogen peroxide… is-se mera kaam nahi hoga , mujhe concentrated hydrogen peroxide chahiye… jisme 60-70 % hydrogen peroxide ho…”

“abey rocket udayega kya..”haste hue us chemist ne kaha “ le ja, isi ko… cons. Hydrogen peroxide aise hee nahi milta yadi Nagpur ka collector bhi personally mage toh use bhi nahi milega aur mere paas hai bhi nahi… ”
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2 Litre Dilute hydrogen peroxide , ek thermometer lekar main apne room pahucha aur jo hydrogen peroxide main lekar aaya tha use gas par garam karne ke liye chadha diya… main beech-beech me thermometer ubalte hue hydrogen peroxide me dalkar temperature check kar raha tha ki kahi temp. 100 degree celsius se adhik na ho jaye kyunki water jo ki hydrogen peroxide me mix tha wo toh 100 degree celsius me steam ban kar udd ja raha tha lekin hydrogen peroxide ko steam banane ke liye 150 degree temp. chahiye tha… isiliye meri yahi koshish thi ki temp. 100-105 degree ko anyhow cross na kare… taki liquid se sirf water portion out ho aur dilute hydrogen peroxide, concentrated hydrogen peroxide me convert ho jaye… 5-6 ghante lag gaye mujhe is kaam me… is dauran, wo battery jo mujhe sadak se mili thi, maine use khola aur pura black material jo ki magnesium oxide tha use conc. hydrogen peroxide me milakar half litre ke do bottle me bhar kar shock detonator fit karke apne jacket me achchhi tarah se baandh kar…. Chair me so gaya, jaha phhir meri Arun, Esha se mulaqat hui aur aankh khulne ke baad , police wale ko pelkar jungle me bhagte hue, jab mujhe aabhas hua ki colony bas mujhse thodi hee door me hai toh maine daudte hue apna jacket utara aur dono bottles ko nikal kar bhagte hue rook gaya…
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“bhag behanchod… bomb hai”meri taraf bhag rahe police wale ko sachet karne ke uddeshya se maine kaha aur cap nikal kar puri taqat se wo bottle zameen me feka….

“madarchod phoot na….”jab kuch seconds ho gaye aur visfot nahi hua toh maine darr ke mare khud se kaha…

Policewala jo mere bomb bolne par ruka hua tha, jab kuch seconds aur bomb nahi foota toh wo dheere-dheere phhir meri taraf badha…

“aaa.. aaa…. Lavde aaa… ek aur botal hai… seedhe tere khopdi me fodunga… aaaa gand me dum hai toh aa… madarchod, teri dayi ka bhosda…”
Par jab meri taraf badhte hue policewale ne apne kadam peechhe nahi kiye toh maine dusari botal bhi fekne ka socha aur jaise hee botal ko fekne ke liye hath uthaya waha gand fad visfot hua… itna bada ki behanchod main waha se kayi meter door ja gira… main seedhe jakar ped se takraya aur kuch der tak apni aankhe band kiye hue baitha raha…

“15 seconds… got it…”ped ko pakadkar khada hote hue maine kaha aur dusari botal ka bhi cap nikalkar jor se feka… aur goggle lagakar Highway ki taraf badha… aur kuch der baad yani ki 10-12 seconds baad background me phhir se ek bhayankar visfot hua aur main bade aaram se highway paar karke langdate hue, kate-fate kapdo ke sath… chori, chupke colony ki boundary koodkar apne room me pahucha… room pahuchkar maine darwaja andar se lock kiya aur chhat ki taraf ek hath uthakar uparwale se bola….

“chodte hai….. lawda”
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Maine police ke revolver jise maine loota tha use apne katte ke sath saaf karke neeche farsh pe rakha aur jakar sofe par mari halat me ja gira… kyunki bed ko toh maine aag lagakar tap liya tha. main chahta tha ki ab mujhe bas Arun ya Esha dikh jaye taki mere andar ki bechaini, police ka khauff thoda kam ho… maine music play karke earphone kaan me lagaya aur room ki light ke sath-sath apni aankhe band ki… par usi samay mera darwaja kisi ne bahut jor se peeta… itni jor se ki main kursi se kap-kapate hue utha… 

“kahi, Aradhna toh mujhe nahi dara rahi…”chair se ekdum uthkar maine anuman lagaya… aur main abhi thik dhang se anuman laga bhi nahi paya tha ki mere darwaje me ek baar phhir se jordar aawaz hui… 

Aur abki baar aawaz bahut jyada tez thi… jaise koyi darwaje ko goliyo se bhoon raha ho… tabhi mere dimag me strike kiya ki… ki… kahi police toh nahi aa gayi… 2.0 ?

“BC Police… bhag lawda…”

Aur jaise hee 2.0 ne kaha… main turant mobile, earphone wahi patak kar peechhe wala exit door khola…

“sala ye toh bathroom hai…”

Phhir maine dusara darwaja khola…

“ye toh bedroom hai, yahi se toh nikla tha be…”

“ek minute, sochne de… bahar wale exit se peechhe wala exit thik 180 degree par hai… toh jis darwaje se goliyo ke chalne ki aawaz aa rahi hai, us-se thik 180 degree me dusari taraf peechhe wala exit hoga… yess.. got it…”

Jis gate ke bahar se goliyo ki aawaz aa rahi thi jisme bahut sare chhed ho chuke the, us-se thik seedhe wale gate ki kundi pakad kar mujhe khayal aaya ki Jack Sparrow ka wo “aaj ka din tumhe hamesha yaad rahega….” Wala dialogue police ko maar du… lekin maine jaise hee gate ki kundi pakad kar gate khola… mere sar me saamne se kisi ne bahut tez se mara… shayad dande se… kaan ke thoda upar khopdi me… aur usne itni jor se mara tha ki aankh apne aap band ho gayi… kaan ke sath-sath pura dimag sunn pad gaya…. usne mujhe dande se itni tej se mara tha ki dusari taraf bhi tej dard ho raha tha ya phhir kahu toh pura sar hee dard de raha tha… pata nahi kis chiz se mara tha sale the… pura sar ghoom gaya… aur main sirf ek war me hee peechhe hokar zameen me baith gaya.
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Main wahi darwaje ke paas bahut der tak aankhe band karke baitha raha, is dauran police walo ne main gate ukhada aur sab ke sab waha bahar jitney mauzood the, wo sab aa gaye… 

“khade kar isko… pure room dekho, kaha-kaha kya-kya chhipa rakha hai isne…. Sala, aatankwadi”

Itne me ek ne mujhe uthaya aur meri gardan dabate hue peechhe deewar par jor se patka, jis-se ek baar phhir mera sar me dard hua, meri aankhe ab bhi band thi… par is harqat ke karan maine apni aankhe kholi toh dekha ki saamne wahi police wala tha… jiski maa ko maine NH-6 me randi, chakla, chhinar kaha tha… 

“mujhe mara ja sakta hai, lekin haraya nahi ja sakta….”maine 2.0 se kaha…

“kya matlab be tera…”

“dekh…”

Maine us police driver ko jiske hath me maine goli mari thi uski taraf dekhkar kaha….

“tu wahi hai na… jiski maa sabse chudwati hai…lo.. lo..lol”

Chapter-32: ill will
usne aav na dekha taav aur mera sar pakad kar lagatar deewar pe marne laga aur phhir gardan pakad kar neeche patak diya jiske baad uska sath dene uske kayi sathi aaye aur mujhe laato se, dande se bhada-bhad marne lage…
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Sabse jyada dum lagakar mujhe wo mar raha tha, jiski maa ko maine randi kaha tha… us samay police se maar khate waqt meri jehan me 8TH SEMESTER ! ka wo scene yaad aaya jab police walo ne mujhe aur mere dosto ko jail me bharkar koota tha… 

Koyi mere jabde me laat marta toh koyi rifle ko ulta karke dana-dan mujhe pele pada tha… mera sar shayad phat chuka tha, isiliye pure farsh me khoon phail raha tha… mera sar hee nahi balki mere sharir ke kayi hisse, kayi hisso se phat chuke the aur iske bawzood police wale the ki pele pade the… meri aankhe ab band honi lagi thi, mere sar se bahta khoon meri aankho me bhar raha tha jiske karan mujhe apni aankhe band karne padi aur…………… phhir
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main ek baar phhir se yaha tha. apne college me, apne hostel me, apne room me… main langdate hue apne bistar se utha aur khidki ke bahar dekha… hostel ke bahar aaj bhi wo jung lagi bench rakhi hui thi, jispar Esha mera intezaar kar rahi thi…. Arun mere peechhe khada tha aur sath me Saurabh bhi…

“so, this is the end of The Great Arman… ?”Arun ne hamesha ki tarah majakiya andaaz me puchha.. Arun ki jo tasveer, jo yaad mere dimag me thi… wo uski chuTiyepanti ki thi… isiliye maine use aise hee save karke rakha hua tha. jaha situation koyi bhi ho wo mujhse hamesha majak hee karega…

“maybe, I don’t know… cigarette hai…?”

“maine kaha tha, sharif ban ja…”mere muh me cigarette fasate hue Arun ne kaha… jispar maine uski baat ka koyi jawab nahi diya aur Saurabh ki taraf dekhkar kaha….

“tu toh aa gaya… kya hal hai Delhi ka. Rajshri Pandey kaha hai”

“Rajshri Pandey humara junior tha… jo jis sequence me tujhse haqiqat me mila tha, usi sequence me yaha bhi tujhse milega… par lagta hai ki uske aane se pahle hee… tu”

“toh kya main yaha se bhi mar jaunga ?”chauk kar maine puchha…

“hume kya pata lawda…”mere muh se cigarette chheen kar Arun bola… “ye dekh, aise dhua nikal lega.. aise, circular shape me…”

“circular… ? abey main rectangular shape me bhi nikal sakta hoon…”

“yeah… man”apne chaddi ke andar hath dalte hue Arun bola “chal bathroom ko sperm donate karke aate hai aakhiri bar…”

“kya Esha hamesha us jung lagi bench me baithi rahti hai… ?”khidki se bahar Esha ko dekhkar maine puchha..

“hamesha nahi, par jab-jab tu yaha aata hai… wo yaha apne aap prakat ho jati hai achanak se… matlab hume pata hee nahi chalta ki wo kab , kidhar se aayi…warna main wo raasta hee band na karwa du…”

“itna hee nafrat karta hai toh jaan se maar kyun nahi deta use…”

“maine koshish ki thi……. Par koyi nateeza nahi hua. Phhir maine check karne ke liye Varun ko jo 6-7 saal se engineering kar raha hai use marne ki koshish ki… tab mujhe pata chala ki yaha koyi bhi nahi mar sakta…”

“creativity…”

“ ja uske paas, mil le us-se…”

“rahne de… aaj mood nahi hai…”aakhiri kash kheechkar maine kaha “ek aur de…”

“khatam… dukan se lana padega…”

“wo almari ke upar kya hai…”

“wo kharab hai be, bahut din se waha rakhi hai. pani me gir gayi thi toh sukhane ke liye rakh diya tha… rahne de… kharab ho gayi hogi…”

“pagal hai kya…”almari ke upar se wo cigarette nikal kar maine kaha 

“ajeeb taste aayega uska.. rahne de… kharab hai”

“ kharab chize kabhi kharab nahi hoti”

“tu toh ek baar me hee ludhak gaya be Arman.. maine toh socha tha ki police walo ka jamkar muqabala karega aur jung jeet ke aayega…”mere kandhe me hath rakhkar mere sath khidki ke bahar Esha ko dekhte hue Saurabh ne kaha…

“I’m neither the winner nor the loser… I’m Yugpurush, Shri AR-Man, MTL, 4D Man… nope… 5D and The Originator…. And Shagman also.”

“really..? phhir kyun haqiqat me teri body ekdum se shant pad gayi… phhir kyun tujhe itna dard hua….”

“To become the strongest man you need to face the strongest pain…because The more pain we feel…stronger we become.”

“so you’re still breathing…”

“I hope so…”

“oh teri…”mere muh se cigarette chheenkar Arun bola… “If you’re still breathing then there is still hope.”

“what’s that supposed to mean ?”

“Make your priorties… Create your options.…Then pick up the one… and Do the action…”

“kya matlab tera…”

“ye matlab hai mera…”laat maarkar mujhe khidki se bahar fek-kar Arun bola “take it easy… Shagman…”

Aur main full speed ke sath neeche girne laga… girta raha aur girta raha… par neeche gira nahi… iska karan jan-ne ke liye jab maine aaju-baju nazar dali toh paya ki… main… main… neeche nahi balki upar gir raha tha. yeah, you heard it correctly… khidki se girne ke baad main aasman ki taraf khicha ja raha tha wo bhi bahut tez speed se… escape speed se… jisne mujhe meri hee duniya se nikal feka aur wapas mere flat me lejakar mujhe patak diya….
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“zinda hai sir… mara nahi abhi…”

“marna mat… ambulance ko call karo aur aas-paas ke jitney log ghar ke bahar aaye hai, sabko andar bhej do… koyi dekhe na aur koyi video na bana paye… ek kaam kar Shriwas, ambulance ko rahne de… police jeep me hee dal isko… aur turant hospital lekar ja…”
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Once my Physic professor asked me… Arman, how would you relate your life with physics and I replied

“Life is like Physics sir, Simple and BeauTiful.”

“ unless we make it complicated… outstanding... top-notch... great, but tell me, why is it simple and beautiful”

“because of its universal truth and surprising discoveries… we work hard but at the end, we all die… this is the universal truth and about discoveries… you know more about this than I do….. ”

Jiske baad mere class ke sabhi log hasne lage the aur mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki kyun…? matlab aise fad answer ke baad aap taaliya expect karte hai par mere case me ulta hua, jis-se main thoda dukhi bhi hua… khair, kya fark padta hai. Mujhe ye bhi samajh nahi aaya ki wo mujhpar has rahe the ya khud par… kyunki mujhse pahle sab Physics ko life se jodne wale sawal ke jawab pe wonder of science ka essay suna rahe the… ye is tarah ka pahla incident tha, jaha log jabran mujhpar has rahe the… par aakhiri nahi, matlab aise kayi wakye hue… jaha par mere ekdum deep… thoughtful answers ke bawzood bhi kayi log mujhpar haste the… jiske baad main samjha ki main chahe achchha karu ya bura, log mera virodh hee karenge toh kyun na bura hee kiya jaye….. aur wahi maine kiya.

Jab police walo ne mera khopdi fodkar mujhe police jeep me bhara, tabhi main samajh gaya tha… ki main zinda bach jaunga aur ek din ke andar mujhe hosh aa jayega. Aisa isliye, kyunki mere ek dost ka accident hua tha, jisme uski khopdi, I mean… skull foot kar uske brain me ghus gaya tha. maine toh maan liya tha ki wo nahi bachega… par wo bach gaya aur teen din baad use hosh aa gaya. ye baat alag hai ki wo kabhi recover nahi ho paya… mere case me toh ye uska 20 % bhi nahi tha aur jaisa ki mujhe andaza tha… ek din ke andar mujhe hosh aaya…. Ek chiz jo maine apne baare me aajtak notice ki hai wo ye ki situations jitni kharab hoti hai mera sense of humour utna hee strong hote jata hai. yani ki kal yadi byluck Arun mar gaya toh uski maiyyat pe main apni zindagi ka sabse best joke invent karunga… aur wahi joke mujhe normal kar dega. Kyunki jo chiz mujhe buri lagti hai, main uska mazak banana shuru kar deta hoon. Phhir chahe wo chiz kitni bhi buri kyun na ho…

Mere gharwalo se contact karne ki police ki sari koshish nakamyab rahi.. matlab puri tarah nahi… matlab jab unse USA me contact karke unhe bataya gaya ki unka launda India me kya gul khila raha hai toh unhone saaf kah diya ki.. unhe mujhse koyi matlab nahi, wo jo chahe… mere sath kar sakte hai aur yahi main chahta tha… yadi meri jagah wo hote aur unki jagah main hota toh main bhi wahi karta… main bhi wahi kahta ki… wo jo chahe, mere family ke sath kar sakte hai, mera unse koyi lena-dena nahi. main hamesha se chahta tha ki mera, meri family ke sath completely break up ho jaye aur aaj mujhe iska sakshat praman mil chuka tha. ab is-se jyada mere jaise insaan ko aur kya chahiye. Ye toh best hai jo koyi mujhe de sakta hai. ab toh swayam Robert Downey jr. aakar bhi kahe ki main apni family walo ke sath ho jaun tab bhi main unki baat na manu… matlab ab aap mere andar ki nafrat ka andaza laga sakte ho.
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Toh meri family mujhe bachane nahi aayi aur na hee mere mama-mami, foofa-foofi, masi-mausa, chacha-chachi…. Aur na hee unke launde-laundiya. Bole toh aaj Shri Arman completely anath ho gaya tha, warna mujhe pahle yahi lagta tha ki koyi na koyi toh aayega hee…. Par koyi baat nahi. sabka number lagaunga… ek-ek ko dagani dunga… karmo ka phal toh bhugatna hee padta hai, maine toh bhugat liya… ab unki baari hai. pure khandan ko khatam kar dunga… waise bhi ye jyada mushqil nahi hai. yaha se nikalne ke baad un sabke ghar me ghuskar ek-ek goli hee toh marni hai bas… kitna maza aayega, mera kitna naam hoga… Whooo… Arman, The Slaughterer…. BC, Main marta kyun nahi. 
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toh mere hosh aane ke kuch ghante baad police wale mujhe uthakar seedh thane me le gaye… mujhe jyadatar unhone kamar ke upar hee mara tha, isliye mera pair thoda safe tha aur main walking stick ki help se dheere-dheere aise chal raha tha, jaise koyi, kisi ki maiyyat me aaram-aaram se chalta hai… baki kahu apne baki hisse ki toh mujhe khud nahi pata ki mujhe kaha-kaha kitni chot lagi thi… yaha tak ki dard ka ahsaas bhi nahi ho raha tha. jiska karan sirf yahi ho sakta hai ki mujhe medicine ka heavy dose diya gaya ho. main is waqt nashe me bhi tha lekin maine koyi nasha nahi kiya tha… iski vazah se mujhe andaza hua ki mujhe medicine ka heavy dose diya gaya hai…. meri aankh puri khul bhi nahi rahi thi aur aaj itne mahino baad mujhe sone ka bahut mann kar raha tha… par….

“baitha isko idhar… mere saamne… aur iske peechhe khade rahna, kahi gir na jaye…”ambulance se utar kar jab main ahiste-ahiste chalkar thane ke andar pahucha toh mujhse ek police wale ne kaha… jo ki mujhse kam smart dikh raha tha.

Maine uski vardi me nazar dali, uski vardi me lage star dekhe… wo T.I. tha aur wo wahi shaks tha jiske kanpatti par maine last loot ke dauran katta tana tha… waha aur bhi kayi police wale the… jinme se teen ko main pahchanta tha. ek tha Sub-Inspector Shriwas, ek tha Constable- Shiva Prasad aur ek wo tha jiski maa ki maine maa-bahan ek ki thi… aur ek ye T.I. yani ki teen… sorry char. Maine jiski maa ko chakli kaha tha wo hath me patti baandhe mujhe gusse se dekhte hue wahi mere paas me khada tha… maine uski vardi me uska name dekha- Chongeshwar

Maine apne baye hath ki madad se apna dahina hath dheere-dheere upar uthakar Chongeshwar ki taraf kiya aur use dekhkar hasa… “heeeee… chongu… haaheee.. tu… toh… hawaldar… nikla… be…. Chongu… chodu”

“shant baith idhar…”mera hath neeche karke T.I. bola “tu toh gaya lambe se… ab kabool kar le ki NH-6 me ki gayi sari choriya tune ki hai… warna gand me danda daal ke statement likhwaunga. Police ko tune baklund samajh rakha hai… jo ek desi katte se puri unit ko ghuma dega… sale itne andar goli marunga na ki doctor bhi nikal nahi payega… ab le… ye blanck paper aur sign kar…”

maine chup-chap wo blank paper liya aur use dekhne laga… A-4, White paper… 

((“ye kaisa gift hai Arman, ek kora kagaz… ye bhi koyi gift deta hai kya…”

“ye ek A-4 size ka blank paper hai.. jisme main aptitude ke 60 questions solve kar sakta hoon aur wo 60 question kisi bhi exam me kisi bhi shaks ko naukari dilwa sakte hai…ab chal maan le ki us aadmi ki monthly income 30k hai toh us hisab se uski annual income hui 360k aur wo minimum 30 saal tak bhi naukari kare toh uski income hogi yahi kuch……..10.8 Million…aur ye sab kuch hoga sirf is A-4 size ke kore kagaz se…aur mujhe nahi lagta ki aaj tak tumhe kisi ne 10.8 Million  ka gift bhi diya hoga…. That’s Shri Arman for you……bitches”

Kitni achchhi zindagi thi, Nisha ke sath… kya gore-gore mast doodh the… khamkha… ))

“kya dekh raha hai…”

“A-4 size… white paper, wor..worth 10.8 Milli…Million Rup…Rupees…”ruk-ruk kar maine kaha

“kya bola Tune… ye kora kagaz 10.8 million ka hai… lagta hai tere dimag par kuch jyada hee asar hua hai… chal seedhe se sign kar… warna tere pichhwade me danda dalkar sign karwane me time nahi lagega…”

“sign kar behanchod….”Chongeshwar bhi taav me aate hue bola…

“sign toh karwa loge….. lekin saabit kaise karoge…… main toh abhi….. yahi…. Swikar karta hoon….. NH-6 ki loot…. maine ki…. Par court me saabit…. kaise kar..karoge….”bolte hue main khasne laga aur bahut der tak khasta raha…aur phhir lambi-lambi saans bharkar aage bolne ki koshish ki… par phhir se khasne laga….

“ k..k..ki..kiiiisi Victim ne shakl… tak nahi dekhi hai meri…. Aur… aur… is khasi ki toh….. pani la be chodu… I mean, chongu”

“kya bola be tu… phhir se bol…”mera collar pakad kar wo bola…

“pani la be chongu…. Ye bola... aur beta wormhole kya hota hai, padh lena. Agli class me puchhunga… warna abb…abki baar teri behan ka number lagaunga aur aisi-aisi lines marunga ki aankh se aansu ki jagah khoon niklega… ab dekh kya raha hai, T.I. se revolver chheen aur pura revolver khali kar de.. aur bheje me marna, Bachna nahi magta apun ko….”

“teri toh…”mujhe table se neeche girakar marne ke liye Chongu apna laat uthaya hee tha ki T.I. ne use hadka kar rukne ke liye kaha… jiske baad mujhe phhir se table me bithaya gaya….

“kya bol raha tha tu ki hum log saabit nahi kar payenge… bata toh kaise…”

“pahle paani… Chongu paani la……”lambi-lambi saans bharte hue maine kaha…
jispar Chongu is baar bhi gussa hua par T.I. ke kahne par usne mujhe paani lakar diya… Mujhe pyas toh lagi thi, par phhir maine Chongeshwar ki taraf haste hue dekha…

“hat lawda…. thulle”

Jispar T.I. meri taraf dekhkar pahle apna daant chaba aur phhir ekdum shant aawaz me bola…

“yadi tujhe maarne par tere marne ka dar nahi hota na… toh maa kasam, tujhe marte dum tak maarta… isliye ab bol aur tu, Chongeshwar… ja, bhagkar ek chay lekar aa…”

Maine T.I. ki vardi ke star toh dekh liye the, par uska name nahi dekha tha… isliye maine uski vardi me uska name dekha… 

“Madhure… huh, bakwas name…”

“chal aage bol.. bata ki humlog kaise saabit nahi kar payenge”

“mujhe batana toh nahi chahiye… par… anyway. mujhe pakadne ke baad mere room ki talashi toh li hee hogi… kya mila mere room se…”

Jispar T.I. Madhure ne Shriwas ki taraf apna rookh kiya aur us-se puchha ki mere room se kya-kya mila hai…

“main hee bata deta hoon ki kya mila hai..”Shriwas ke bolne se pahle hee maine kaha “ek desi katta, ek revolver jo Maine aapse hee chheeni thi, pachas hazar cash… ek mobile, mobile ke andar do sim card…ek memory card, jisme 20-30 hd quality me bf hongi… bas.. aur please bf delete mat karna… Baki kisi bhi victim ne mera chehra nahi dekha… court me kaise saabit karoge…”

“bete, abhi tu utna bada nahi hua ki police ko chutiya bana sake… tera pichhla record hai mere paas… upar se tere room me katta mila hai, Gun Smuggling ke case me thok dunga… uspar S.P. Dangi ki gawahi… aur yadi chah loon toh Aradhna name ki jis laundi ne tere karan suicide kiya tha… uska case bhi uske baap ke jariye reopen kara du… ispar se tune jo jungle me do dhamake kiye the.. aatankwadi ghosit kar sakta hoon… tujhe jail me sadane ke liye saboot ki zaroorat nahi hai mujhe… tere kand hee kafi tujhe jail me sadane ke liye…”

“aur ye sab hoga us Dangi ki gawahi se…? jiske saamne hee maine collector ke ladke ko pela tha… wo us samay kuch nahi kar paya toh ab kya kar lega… rahi baat in kands ki jinke dum pe mujhe andar bhejna chahte ho toh… main khud ko pagal ghosit kar dunga…. Jiski gawahi pata hai kaun-kaun denge…. RVC me rahne wale Desai ko toh jaante hee hoge… uski beti-Nisha, usi ki tarah rahis uski kuch friends… Press Editor-Varun, Sharda Enterprises ke General Manager ki beti-Supriya Sehgal, Sharda Enterprises ki hee Executive Manager- Vandana Rathi… aur police department ke do log… Inspector-Shriwas aur Constable-Shiva Prasad….”Shriwas aur Shiva Prasad ki taraf muskurate hue dekh kar maine kaha “ Ek baar bhid chuke hai mujhse aur court me mera lawyer in dono se hee kabool karwa lega ki meri dimagi halat kuch thik nahi hai… jiske baad main judge ko bhi jaan se marne ki dhamki dunga, phhir toh wo mujhe pakka pagalkhane bhejega aur main kuch mahine me riha…”

T.I. Madhure shant hua aur Shriwas ko apne sath bahar le gaya… is dauran main wahi baitha baki policewalo ko dekhta raha… T.I. mujhe sahi banda lag raha tha, par in bakiyo par mujhe bilkul bhi bharosa nahi tha… khaskar ke us chogeshwar par… kya pata kab pel de... waha se bahar T.I. gaya toh Shriwas ke sath tha par wapas wo akele aaya… zaroor usne Shriwas ko koyi zaroori kaam saunpa hoga…
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“katta mila hai tere paas se, uspar teri ungaliyo ke nishan….”

“bluff mat maro…. Kuch bhi karne ke baad main sabse pahle saboot mitata hoon.. room aane ke baad sabse pahle maine katte se apni ungaliyo ke nishan hee mitaye the… kisi ke nishan nahi hai usme… aur jo 50k cash hai.. wo bhi chori ke nahi hai, chori walo ko toh maine thikane laga diya… usko trace karte rahna, lamba hath maroge… mera matlab aisa aadmi pakad me aayega, jiski taalash me kab se ho tum log…”

“kahna kya….”Madhure bol hee raha tha ki Shriwas beech me aa tapka

“sir… maine us-se contact kiya hai… jis ambulance ko isne loota tha, unme mauzood ek shaks ne kaha hai ki wo ise dekhega toh pahchan jayega… yadi iske chehre par khoon dalkar uske saamne le jaye toh wo ise pahchan jayega….”

“ab fasa ye… ab bol…”

“shit…”

“rook ab tu… thodi der me wo aadmi aayega aur tujhe pahchan le bas… phhir ghusega andar aur abki baar nahi bachega,beta tu….. Shriwas..”

“haan sir…”

“usko bula thane, jisne ise khoon me sana hua dekha hai… bas wo ise pahchan le ek baar… phhir Chongu… sorry, Chogeshwar… tu apna badla le lena is-se… jaan se bas mat marna baki… jo karna hoga kar lena… bahut din baad kisi case me maza aaya hai… mann changa ho gaya pura…. Shiva Prasad chay manga ek…”

“par abhi-abhi toh laya tha…”

“abey toh ek aur manga…. Chay peene me kono burayi thodi hai”
Madhure waha se utha aur mujhe dhamki dekar waha se jaane laga….

“mere khayal se…….”Madhure ko rokne ke liye maine kaha “mere khayal se… aapke liye ye jyada important hoga ki Rajat Singh Bairangi kaise mara bajay iske ki wo ambulance kisne loota aur kaise loota… waise bhi wo budhau mara nahi… par marega zaroor.. aaj nahi toh ek-do hafte baad… par Rajat Singh Bairangi….”
Ye sunkar Madhure ke bahar jate kadam ekdum se rook gaye 

“tu kaise jaanta hai, Rajat Bairangi ko…”

“isme jan-na kya hai, kayi hafto tak uske marne ki khabar newspaper me aayi thi… sath me ye bhi ki uski maa ka mansik santulan bigad gaya tha, is khabar ke baad… toh kya decision nikala tha.. Rajat Singh Bairangi ke maut ka.. kahi sach toh nahi maan liya ki asthama ka marij hone ke karan talab me saans phoolne se uski maut ho gayi”

“jab uske dost mandir ke andar the tab Rajat Bairangi pavitra kund me nahane gaya aur kyunki wo asthama ka patient tha uski saans phoolne se wo wahi kund me doob gaya….”

“seems logical… par kya uske dosto ki chhan-been ki…”

“ek Nagpur ka local hai, ek Haryana se, ek Bihar se aur ek Uttar Pradesh se… wo sab Rajat ke college friends the… maine unka bayan bhi liya tha… family background bhi check kiya tha. clear hai…”

“yadi mera bhi family background check karoge toh wo bhi clear hee niklega…”

“unka bayan liya tha maine unhone kaha ki Rajat unhe bina bataye kund me nahane utar gaya, jab wo sab mandir ke andar the… unhone Rajat ko aas-paas dhoondha bhi, par wo unhe kahi nahi mila… toh unhe laga ki shayad Rajat car ke paas hoga, isliye wo Mandir ke peechhe bane kund ki taraf jaane ki bajay car ki taraf gaye…. Par Rajat waha bhi nahi tha…. ek minute…. Par main ye sab tujhe kyun bata raha hoon.. aur Shriwas tune us ambulance wale ko call kiya ya nahi…”

“abhi karta hoon…”bolkar Shriwas waha se bahar jaane laga…

“kya ho, agar main bolu ki Rajat ko uske dosto ne hee dooba kar mara hai toh… sochane wali baat hai…”maine kaha jis-se Shriwas jaha tha, wahi rook gaya aur Madhure pahle ke mafiq bina expression change kiye mujhe dekhta raha….

“sir, ye sendi laga raha hai… iski baat mat suno…” Shriwas ne Madhure se kaha… “pura dimag se khatam hai, kisi se bhi kuch bhi bolta rahta hai…”

“thik hai phhir… mat suno aur mujhe andar kar do… lekin tab kya hoga jab Siddhart Singh Bairangi ko pata chalega ki Police walo ne jaan-buchkar uske bete ke khoon aur khooni ko chhipaya… bahut bhayankar marega tum sabko band karke…”

“5 minute… sab bak”apne hath ki paancho ungaliya mujhe dikhate hue Madhure ne kaha “aur Shriwas, tu us aadmi ko chhod aur turant Bairangi ke ghar me call karke bol ki humlog waha aa rahe hai… unke bete ki maut se related kuch information hai humare paas… aur tu, Shiva Prasad… tu kya sun raha hai.. ja bhagkar chay le aa aur tu, kya name hai tera… tu jo jaanta hai bak dal aur saboot ke sath…”

“aapko pata hai sir, maine kafi online aur offline news padhi Rajat Singh Bairangi ke maut ko lekar… bahut dimag lagaya, par kahi se koyi clue hee nahi mil raha tha… jiske baad maine iske baare me sochna chhod diya, par phhir ekdin main flashback me gaya… aapko bata doon ki main aksar flashback me jata rahta hoon ya phhir time travel… abhi main ispe sure nahi hoon, matlab na toh ise completely flashback bola ja sakta hai aur na hee completely time travel… kyunki jab-jab past me jakar maine ghatnao ko change karne ki koshish ki… toh uske consequences change hee nahi hue. Time travel… aap jaante ho na time travel kya chiz hai… aapne Physics padhi hai ? mera matlab aapne 11th me kaun sa subject liya tha… actually, main kahna ye chah raha hoon ki… time travel physical way me lagbhag impossible hai kyunki yadi time travel possible hota toh… yani past, present, future teeno ka alag-alag astitva hota toh future ke log time travel karke kab ka humare paas nahi aa gaye hote…? Ya phhir ek theory ye bhi hai ki past kisi bhi time-space me exist hee nahi karta… Isiliye physical way me, ye impossible hai lekin yadi baat ki jaye brain ke through time travel ki toh…”

“sun be… dimag mat khiska tu mera.. jitna puchh raha hoon utna bata…”

“matlab 11th me commerce ya arts liya tha… hai na.. never mind”

“Arts…”

“thik hai phhir mudde pe aata hoon… yadi Rajat Bairangi apne dosto ke sath ghoomne gaya tha toh wo akele us kund ya taalab me nahane kyun ghusega. upar se jab use maloom ho ki wo asthama ka patient hai… wo bhi apne dosto ko bina bataye… mera matlab main toh aisa kabhi nahi karta aur uske dosto ne bayan diya kiya ki wo log Rajat ke na milne par car ki taraf gaye… ab gaur karne wali baat ye hai ki jaha parking-varking ki suvidha hai.. wo mandir se 400 meters ki doori par hai… 400 meters….? Utni door bhala koyi kyun jayega, upar se jab wo waha ghoomne gaye the toh plan bhi banaya hoga ki kitne baje tak unhe wapas aana hai aur according to news paper, wo sham ko wapas aane wale the. isliye Rajat Singh Bairangi ke naa milne par mandir ke aas-paas dhoondhane ki bajay seedhe car ki taraf jane ka uske dosto ka bayan.. irrelevant hai. kabhi statements wale question aapne solve kiya hai, jisme do-teen statements diye rahte hai aur choice diya rahta hai ki… kaun-kaun se statements sahi hai. usme jo-jo statements irrelevant hote hai usko elimination method se hatakar answer mark karna hota hai… same concept. uske dost jhooth bol rahe hai… off season hone ke karan us din mandir me unke siwa koyi nahi tha, un charo ne Rajat ko jabran dooba-dooba kar mara hai…”

“saboot kya hai….”

“us-se pahle mera ek sawal…. Aapko mere ghar ka mera matlab mere flat ka mera matlab E-6 ka thikana kaise mila… jabki main toh police ko jungle me bahut peechhe pachhad chuka tha…. E-6 me main rahta hoon iski khabar kaisi mili aapko….”

Mere is sawal par Madhure muskuraya aur ek hath me Shiva Prasad se chay ka cup lekar, dusare hath me apni revolver nikal kar mujhe dikhate hue bola…

“yaad hai, tune mujhse ye revolver chheena tha…”

“haan…toh..”

“iske andar electronic sensor hai…. jo GPS ki tarah kaam karta hai… Shriwas, kya name tha iska.. arm telem..”

“firearm telematics…”pura karte hue maine kaha “iske jariye ye pata chalta hai ki gun kaha hai, kis disha me kaise fix hai aur kitne round fire ho chuke hai… salaa… maine socha nahi tha ki India me itni jaldi aa jayegi ye technique… anyway.. Rajat Singh ke jin char dosto ke aapne naam liye unme se do Daddu ke aadmi hai… matlab hai charo Daddu ke aadmi par do ko main sabit kar sakta hoon… jo Daddu ke gang me shamil hee isiliye hue the… taaki Rajat Bairangi ko uda sake… phhir Daddu ne unhe Nagpur ke us college me bheja… jaha Rajat Bairangi padhta tha… unki umra kam thi, isliye kisi ne shaq nahi kiya…”

“tu Daddu ko kaise jaanta hai…”chauk-kar chay ka cup side me rakhte hue Madhure bola aur Shriwas ke aalawa sabko bahar bhej diya…

“mere room se jo katta mila hai, wo usi se khareeda hai… par aage main bolu, us-se pahle mujhe surety chahiye ki main yaha se bedaag niklunga….”

“ye possible nahi hai..”

“Siddharth Bairangi possible karega…. Aur waise bhi NH-6 ke loot ka pura ilzaam Daddu ke upar daal dena, sath me aaj ka bomb visfot bhi… tareeka main batata hoon”

“Daddu teri ghar ki kheti hai kya be… Siddharth Bairangi toh kuch ukhad nahi paya aaj tak… tu kya kar lega… tu use in chindi cases me fasana chahta hai… abey ek saal pahle Ganga-jamuna ke sabse bheed-bhad ilake me ek LIC agent ka gala ret diya tha aur koyi kuch ukhad tak nahi paya… kyunki itni jansankhya me kisi ko kya fark padta hai… sab do-char din ke baad bhool jate hai…”

“I’m with you on that… lekin abki baar koyi aam chutiya nahi balki , Bairangi ka launda… sorry , respect… ladka mara hai aur rahi baat Daddu ke nikalne ki toh……. Use criminal ghosit mat karo… aatankvadi ghosit karo… phhir koyi nahi bacha payega use…”

“aur wo kaise…”pura chay ek ghoot me marte hue Madhure bola… abhi tak toh wo normally meri baat me react kar raha tha par abki baar wo khud ke emotions ya expression.. jo bhi bolte hai, uspe control nahi kar paya aur muh se saans lete hue Shriwas ki taraf bade ashcharya se dekhne laga…

“wo main Sidharth uncle ke ghar pe bataunga… taaki unhe bhi toh Shri Arman ke baare me pata chale… warna pura credit khud le loge…. Aur ek baat, mujhe bewkoof banane ki koshish mat karna… kyunki maine isme 1440 ghante waste kiye hai. in short, I’m eminently eminent, Yaani utkrisht roop se utkrisht. waise mere original plan me police shamil nahi thi… par kya fark padta hai... toh chale…”

“chal.. par uske pahle…ek…”

“ek chay.. kyunki… chay peene me kono burayi thodi hai…”
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Main, T.I. Madhure aur S.I. Shriwas… Bairangi ke bunglow me pahuche… Bairangi kahne ke liye bas ex-mla tha… waha ki protection toh aisi thi jaise koyi bahut bada cabinet minister ho… mujhe kafi utsukta thi, is baat ko lekar ki Siddharth Bairangi dikhta kaisa hoga.. kya wo Daddu ki tarah kadak, jordar, tez-tarrar hoga ya phhir single haddi… maine newspaper me uski ek passport size photo dekhi thi, par photo kuch saaf nahi thi, isliye filhal yaha aane se pahle main uske huliye ka bas andaza laga sakta tha…

“baithiye, wo thodi der me aayenge…”ek jawan ladke ne hume ek room me baithaya aur waha se chala gaya…

Us ladke ke waha se jaane ke baad maine sofe me apna sar tikaya aur sar tika-kar apni aankhe band kar li, kyunki ab dheere-dheere puri body me ajeeb-ajeeb tarah ka feel ho raha tha aur main bas aankh band karke sona chahta tha par jaise hee maine apni aankhe band ki, mera sar itni bhayankar tarike se ghooma ki… jaise ganja piya hua hoon. mujhe kuch hosh-o-hawas hee nahi raha… tabhi mere dimag me ek picture ghoomi… jisme kisi jagah, jaha kafi andhera tha… waha koyi ladki lahu-luhan padi thi… uska chehra mujhe bilkul bhi nahi dikh raha tha par aawaz jani-pahchani thi aur jab maine us ladki ko dekha toh usne ektak mera name liya….

“please mujhe mat maro… tum jo bologe main karungi…”

“aye…. Uth… kya hua… so gaya kya… uth….”

“kuch nahi…”apni aankhe band kiye hue hee main bola “mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise…. maine abhi-abhi kisi ka khoon kiya hai…”

“mazak mat kar sir ke saamne… chal thik se baith…”

Mujhe laga Bairangi aa gaya hoga par ye Bairangi nahi tha… yeee toh police uniform me hai… acha… Superintendent of police… 

“hello sir…”maine apna hath S.P. ki taraf badhaya… par mujhse hath milana toh door usne meri taraf dekha tak nahi aur Madhure se puchha…

“yahi hai wo…”

“haan sir, yahi hai…”

“aur tu bina mujhe bataye ise seedhe yaha le aaya… dimag kaha hai tera ? seedhe Bairangi ko call karne ki kya zaroorat thi… tu police ke liye kaam karta hai ya Bairangi ke liye…. Aainda aisa nahi hona chahiye aur tu…. Kya jaanta hai tu…”

“wo toh main…. Bairangi ji ko hee bataunga…. Kisi aur pe bharosa nahi kar sakta main…”

“star dekh ke kuch bola kar… is jile ka S.P. hoon main… koyi mamooli T.I. ya S.I. nahi...”

“toh…?”khada hone ki koshish karte hue maine kaha…

Aur hum dono ke beech ye toh…toh … wali chugalbandi hoti uske pahle hee Madhure uthkar S.P. ke paas pahucha aur uske kaan me sari baat batane laga…. aur Madhure apni jagah par wapas aaya toh S.P. kafi der tak meri taraf aise dekhta raha… jaise usne sakshat bhagwan ke darshan kar liye ho…. 

“tu khada kyun hai…”Madhure ne mujhse puchha…

“Bairangi ji ka bulawa aayega….”

“tujhe kaise pata…”

“sixth sense… ab bhi kaam karta hai mera…”

“kya matlab…”

“matlab ye ki….”samane darwaje ke bahar ek shaks ko jis room me hum baithe the, us taraf aate dekh maine kaha… “matlab ye ki… Bairangi ji aa gaye…. Hello sir…”

“kaun ye aur Bairangi….hahaha…”wo teeno ek sath mujhpar has pade…. 

“ye Bairangi nahi hai…?”Madhure ki taraf dekhkar maine puchha…

“abey chutiye, ye Bairangi ka naukar hai… aur chay-pani puchhane aaya hai… bahut badhiya hai tera sixth sense… yadi Rajat ke bhi case me tera sixth sense aisa hee raha na toh… Bairangi hee tujhe marwa dega… Daddu se kam mat samajhna Bairangi ko….”

“hat sala..role marne ke chakkar me bezzati ho gayi….”chup-chap dande ka sahara lekar baith-te hue maine kaha…
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Naukar ne kisko kya chahiye wo puchha aur waha se chalta bana… Madhure ne as expected chay ka order diya tha aur maine daru ka… par mujhe nahi lagta ki Bairangi ka naukar daru lekar aayega…. Kyunki usne mere daru bolne par jis tareeke se ghoora tha, mujhe nahi lagta ki wo mere liye daru layega….. 

“isko bhi pelunga lawda, mujhe aankh dikhata hai… tu mil bahar”
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Aur phhir Bairangi ne room me entry mari… uske sath, uske peechhe, uska naukar tha, jo hath me chay ki tray liye hue tha… 

“ye toh khatam insaan hai… dekh ke lagta hai ki kal hee mar jayega… marna mat be madarchod, warna lawde lag jayenge mere…..”Bairangi ko dekhkar muskurate hue maine socha….

Sidharth Singh Bairangi 65-70 saal ka, wheelchair me sawar budhau tha…mujhe toh laga tha ki Daddu ki tarah hast-pust randi chodne wala hoga… lekin iski wheel-chair toh khud koyi dusara dhakel raha tha… par Bairangi tha bahut manners wala… usne sabse hath jodkar namaskar kiya aur phhir mujhe dekh ke kuch ishara kiya…

“sorry.. main samjha nahi…”

“sarkar puchh rahe hai ki aapki ye halat kaise hui…”uske peechhe khade naukar ne mujhe kaha…

“in logo ne….”Madhure ki taraf ungali karke maine kaha…

Aur mere ungali karte hee Madhure jo bade maje lekar chay pee raha tha, wo khasne laga… iske baad Bairangi ki taraf se S.P. ne pahal ki, usne bhi mujhse wahi sawal puchhe jo Madhure ne thane me baitha ke puchha tha…

“tujhe kaise pata ki wo charo Daddu ke aadmi the…”

“kuch hafte pahle Ganga-Jamuna ke nale se ek ladki ki laash mili hogi… name mujhe pata nahi, par uska khoon mere aankho ke saamne hua tha… Daddu ne mujhe darane ke liye mujhe pura live show dikhaya tha”

“kaun ladki…”

“apne hath peechhe mat hatao…wo ladki koyi aur nahi balki aap hee ke department ke liye kaam kar rahi thi aur isiliye Daddu ne use jaan se mar dala…”
Mere ye bolte hee Bairangi, S.P. ko dekhkar saanp ki tarah fusfusaya… jis-se S.P. ki hawa tight hui…

“haan.. haan yaad aaya… mujhe uski maut ka afsos hai…”

“wakayi…”

“haan..”

“kamal hai dekh ke toh aisa nahi lagta…khair, uske marne ke baad Police ne uska sath chhod diya, lekin…”

“lekin… tu pahle ye bata ki tu waha Daddu ke sath kya kar raha tha… ? Bairangi ji, kahi ye ladka hume double cross toh nahi kar raha…”

“uspe baad me aayenge… toh jis ladki ko tum logo ne marne ke liye chhod diya, maine Jagat ke through, jo ki Sharda Vihar me kaam karta hai….us ladki ke bhai se contact kiya… jis-se mujhe ye pata chala ki wo kuch saal pahle Daddu ke yaha hee kaam karta tha aur shadi hone ke baad usne Daddu ka kaam chhod diya tha. aksar hum log nayi zindagi jeene ka sapna dekhte hai… usne bhi dekha. Par uska yahi sapna uski behan ki zindagi le dooba… mera matlab khunnas me Daddu ne uski behan ko, jab wo maal bani toh jabran Ajmeri bai ke kothe ki veshya bana diya… Bairangi ji… aapke bete ke jo wo char dost the, unse Rajat ki friendship college me hee hui thi… aur Engineering complete kiye hue unhe ek saal beet chuka tha yani ki kul milakar hue paanch saal aur wo jab Daddu se mile the tab mera wo aadmi Daddu ke yaha hee kaam karta tha… us bechare ko Daddu ko chhodna kafi mahanga pada… pahle uski behan veshya bani aur jab uski behan ko Daddu ne berahmi se maar diya toh wo Daddu ke khilaf na jaye, isliye Daddu ne uski biwi ko bhi Ajmeri bai ke kothe ki rakhail bana diya hai… khair ye badi baat nahi hai, aise logo ke sath aisa hee hona chahiye… we all have to pay the prize for our sins and if you didn’t , then you will…. toh maine usi aadmi ko news paper me chhape aapke bete ke dosto ki jab tasveer dikhayi toh usne do ko turant pahchan liya…”

“chal thik hai.. maan le ki hum Daddu ko police custody me lete hai, lekin uska kya hoga… wo bol dega ki ye mere purane aadmi the.. ab uska unse koyi lena-dena nahi hai… tujhe kya lagta hai ki humne Daddu ko kabhi remand ya custody par nahi liya ? humne kayi baar use remand par liya hai… lekin wo har baar aise hee hathkande apna kar nikal jata hai… uske sare gande kaam me aise log faste hai jinka us-se koyi connection nahi hota… ab in char ladko k…..”S.P. mere saamne apni baat rakh hee raha tha ki Bairangi ji ki gand fat gayi…

mera matlab, wo rone lage… aur bahut jor-jor se rone lage… matlab itne jor se ki mujhe bhi unki halat dekh-kar bura laga…. kahi suna tha ki aaulaad ki maut se bada dukh ek maa-baap ke liye koyi dusara nahi hota.. Bairangi apne launde ko toh nahi bacha paya, par mere jariye wo badla toh le hee sakta tha. bas use meri kuch shart bas man-ni thi. jisme ek shart ye bhi thi ki.. yadi main aur Daddu, hum dono yadi aaj raat ke baad zinda bach gaye toh mujhe jail me Daddu se 5 minute free time chahiye. jisme main pahle 3 minute use bahut maarta aur phhir aakhiri ke 2 minute me use maarne ka reason batata………………..

Bairangi apne bete ka naam le-lekar ro raha tha aur aise ro raha tha ki uske naak, muh sab jagah se material bahar aa raha tha…. main Bairangi ko yun mere saamne rota dekh kafi der tak dekhta raha… kabhi-kabhi mujhe kafi bura lagta toh kabhi-kabhi hasi aati… main khud kafi confuse tha ki main aakhir dikhana kya chahta hoon is sabke bawzood maine apni in dono feelings ko daba kar rakha hua tha aur dabane me main bahut mahir hoon, phhir chahe wo feelings ho ya doodh……

Khair, Bairangi ko rota dekh S.P. role marte hue turant khada hokar unhe dilasa dene laga aur naukar ko kaha ki… wo Bairangi ji ko waha se le jaye… aur is tarah Bairangi ji apne bete ke naam se rote hue waha se chale gaye….
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“toh saabit kaise karega ki un char ladko ne Daddu ke kahne par Rajat ka khoon kiya hai…”Bairangi ke waha se jaane ke baad wapas mudde par aate hue S.P. ne kaha

“main ye saabit nahi kar paunga… main kaise saabit kar sakta hoon, abhi aapne hee toh kaha ki Daddu kafi chalak hai, wo apne kand un logo se karwata hai jinka us-se koyi connection nahi hota…. Ye sab toh maine Bairangi ji ki attention paane ke liye kiya, you know, I’m attention seeking whore”

“phhir kya yaha jhakk marne ke liye laya hai… Rajat ke maut par toh hume bhi Daddu par shaq tha”chilla kar S.P. bola… 

“aapke is sawal par main aapke us sawal ka jawab dunga, jisme aapne mujhse puchha tha ki… us din jab wo ladki mere aankho ke saamne mari thi toh main waha kya kar raha tha… par pahle mujhe cigarette chahiye… mera gala sookh raha hai…”

“gala sookh raha hai toh paani pee na…”

“gala sookhne par paani aamlog peete hai, main cigarette peeta hoon.. this is The Arman Style…”
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Maine Police walo par lead le li thi isliye yadi ab main unki behan ki choot bhi magta to bhi wo mujhe dete, phhir toh yaha sirf cigarette ki baat thi… Shriwas turant gaya aur Cigarette ka packet lekar aaya…

“yeeee… ye wali nahi peeta main… isme jab dhua andar leta hoon toh seena nahi jalta… mujhe seena jalane wali cigarette chahiye.. warna peene ka maja hee kya… ja bhagkar dusara lekar aa…”

“kyaaaa… kya… kya bola tu…”taav me aakar Shriwas bola…

“I said… dusara lekar aa… dusara… mahangi wali, wo nahi jo tu peeta hai… chal ja ab… ghoorta kya hai”

“sir.. ye mujhse aise kaise baat kar raha hai…”S.P. se shikayat karte hue Shriwas bola…

“ye bhai.. tu jana… jaldi se dusara packet le ke aa… kyun itta bhav kha raha hai…”Madhure ne Shriwas se kaha “aur jab jaa hee raha hai toh, ek cup chay ke 
liye bhi bol dena… waise maine chay pee toh abhi hee thi, par phhir se pee lunga… wo kya hai ki chay peene me kono burayi toh hai nahi… kyun S.P. sahab”

Shriwas mere liye cigarette lene gaya aur idhar maine phhir se bolna chalu kiya…

“ toh aapke is sawal par ki main ye kaise saabit karunga ki Daddu ke kahne par un char logo ne Rajat ka khoon kiya… aapke is sawal par main aapke us sawal ka jawab dunga, jisme aapne mujhse puchha tha… ki… us din jab wo ladki mere aankho ke saamne mari thi toh main waha kya kar raha tha… ! main us din waha Daddu ko 100 desi katte ka order dene gaya tha, jisme se ek main sample ke taur par laya bhi tha… jo ki Madhure ji ki hirasat me hai…”

Iske baad Madhure aur S.P. ne jo reaction diya use dekh kar maine jana ki waha main akela nahi tha jo apni feelings daba raha tha. kyunki mere sau katte ki order ki baat sunkar wo dono normal hee rahe… aisa sirf do hee condition me ho sakta tha… first, ya toh wo apni feelings daba rahe the ya phhir, second… unhe ye sab pahle se hee maloom tha aur wo Daddu se mile hue honge. I prefer the first option.

“haan sir… sahi bol raha hai ye… iske room se desi katta mila hai… thik usi model ka, jo model Daddu smuggling karta hai… par jaldbazi me main jyada soch nahi paya”chay ka peg apne hath me uthakar Madhure bola….

“mujhe pata hai ki aap sab yahi soch rahe honge ki main kaun hoon aur main sau desi katto ka kya karunga, kaha le jaunga, kise dunga… wagerah-wagerah… par sach kahu toh main isi jariye Daddu ko fasana chahta tha… mujhe un guns se koyi lena-dena nahi… use aap rakh sakte ho.. Daddu ka maal pakdo, use naxalite ya aatankwadi ghosit karke goli mar do ya jail me dal do… mujhe koyi matlab nahi..”

“ab sari baat clear ho gayi….”S.P. bola“tu bolta hai tujhe koyi matlab nahi… par main shuru se hee soch raha hoon ki jab tujhe koyi matlab nahi toh phhir tu Daddu se bhida kyun.. tune NH-6 me loot-maar ki, Daddu se deal ki, Rajat Bairangi ke khoon ka sabot yaha Bairangi ji ko diya… par kyun.. mere khayal se tujhe pahle se hee andaza tha ki NH-6 me humlog tujhe ek na ek din pakad hee lenge isliye tune bachne ke liye Rajat Bairangi ke maut ki jaanch-padtal ki aur Bairangi ji ko botal me utara…. Phhir Daddu ko pakadwane ka lalach dekar tu police walo ko botal me utarna chah raha hai… yadi sabko milaya jaye toh result ye nikalta hai ki tune laakho ki loot ki aur phhir aise hee bachkar nikal jayega… Police kahi ise baad me dhokha na de de… isiliye tune bete ki maut se tadap rahe Bairangi ji ko apne paksha me kiya… taaki baad me kuch bhi ho Bairangi ji, us shaks ka sath toh kabhi nahi chhodenge, jisne unke sabse bade dushman aur unke bete ke khooni ko pakadwaya… sab teri chaal thi aur hum isme faste gaye… hume tujhe kabhi yaha nahi lana chahiye tha.. ye sari baate toh tu waise bhi hume batata, aaj nahi toh kal… pyar se nahi toh maar se…”

“kamal hai, toh ab Daddu ko chhodkar main Police ka dushman ho gaya… aapne Ganga-Jamuna ke drishya nahi dekha… aapne un ladkiyo ki aur un ladkiyo ke pariwar walo ki zindagi nahi dekhi… jinko Daddu chand paiso ke laalach me rakhail bana deta hai… uspar se aap log kuch karte nahi aur yaha main kuch kar raha hoon, kanoon ki madad kar raha hoon toh aapko problem ho rahi hai…? ab iske badle maine chand rupaye loote toh isme kya burayi hai… maine ulta logo ko sikhaya hai ki unhe raat me apne ghar se nikalte waqt apni safety ke baare me bhi sochna chahiye aur yadi mujhe yaha nahi late toh bhi main yaha se nikal jata… kyunki pahle main ek plan banata hoon aur phhir us ek plan ke liye dusara aur phhir us dusare ke liye teesara… is tarah ye continuous chalte rahta hai aur mere paas infinite plans hote hai, kisi bhi situation se nikalne ke liye… so trust me, you cant do much in my case. I’m the best and the beast…”

“karne kya wala tha un desi katto ka…”

“Haryana me char random jagah par Daddu un katto ko deliver karta…”

“ Guns Haryana ke liye kab niklenge…”

“time kya hua hai…”

“5 pm”

“ 4 ghante baad yani 8 baje guns Haryana ke liye niklenge….7 baje main Daddu ko call karunga, wo mujhe apna wo gupt adda batayega jaha mujhe jakar bache hue 2-3 laakh rupaye dene honge… phhir main Daddu ko call kar-kar ke root bataunga aur wo apne aadmiyo ko…”
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“aapko, sarkar bula rahe hai upar…”isi beech Bairangi ka naukar room me daakhil hua aur mujhse bola…

“main bhi chalta hoon..”apni jagah se khada hokar S.P. ne kaha, par Bairangi ke naukar ne kaha ki sirf mujhe hee bulane ke liye kaha hai…

Main waha se utha aur dheere-dheere naukar ke peechhe jaane laga… mujhe laga tha ki upar ki seedhiya chadhte hue Bairangi ka naukar meri madad karega… par, usne ek baar jo aage chalna shuru kya kiya…. Behanchod chalta hee gaya. wo toh mann nahi tha mera, warna jis lathi ke sahare main chal raha tha, wahi fek ke marta. 

Istarah langdate hue, railings pakad-pakad kar main Bairangi ke room me pahucha. Bairangi apne room me wheelchair me ek kone me chup-chap baitha tha… uska naukar mujhe waha chhodkar chala gaya, jiske baad Bairangi kafi samay tak khamosh raha… kafi samay tak matlab kafi samay tak… jis dauran time pass karne ke liye main Bairangi ke room me nazar daudane laga.. Bairangi ke room ki deewaro me ek taraf mural thi matlab deewaro par jo artwork ya painting ki jati hai… wahi… jisme ek aurat thi, khud Bairangi tha aur uska launda… jo kisi park ke saamne khade the. main kafi der tak us wall mural ko dekhta raha tab mujhe dhyan aaya ki ye jo park ya garden hai ye Bairangi ke ghar me hee toh hai. uske baad bhi jab Bairangi ne mujhse kuch nahi kaha toh main chhat ki taraf dekhne laga… aur main ye jaankar aashcharya-chakit rah gaya ki uske room me kahi bhi fan nahi hai… matlab aisa kaise ho sakta hai…

“AC be…”

“phhir bhi…”

“abey, tu jo karne aaya hai wo karna…”

“bahut attitude hai mere andar… main aage se baat nahi karunga.”bolkar main Bairangi ke room ka size, deewaro ki height calculate karne laga aur kafi der tak karta raha…

“tum..he… tumhe isss… iske badle me kyaaaa chahiye…”jor lagakar Bairangi bola…

“kabhi pankha lagwaoge toh yaha lagwana…”chhat me ek taraf ungali dikha kar maine kaha “aur pankhe ka size 56” rahna chahiye…”

“maine ye nahi puchha tha shayad…”

“kuch der ke liye 3 laakh rupaye… jo Daddu ko pakadne ke baad police aapko wapas kar degi.. mere upar saare loot-maar ke case ka rafa-dafa aur yadi police Daddu ko pakad legi toh uske sath lockup me paaaaanch… paaaanch minute”maine kaha aur apna sar dabane laga… “ achanak se tez dard kyun shuru hua… bas aaj raat bhar sath de de… phhir tera ilaaz karaunga”

“jo tum kar rahe ho, wo beshak mere liye toh nahi kar rahe… phhir bhi main tumhara sath dunga, lekin tumhare crimes ki puri file gayab karna… ye mumkin nahi hai… kuch rules hote hai.. jise hume follow karna padta hai, jinhe toda nahi jaa sakta..”

“isiliye aaj tak Daddu ko Police daboch nahi payi, warna.. anyway, what I want to say is … sometimes we have to break the rules in order to protect them…”
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Aur phhir sham ko 7 baje maine Daddu ko call kiya, usne mujhe ek address bataya jaha mujhe us-se final mulaqat karni thi. jis jagah mujhe Daddu ne bulaya tha main waha pahle bhi ja chuka tha… exact waha nahi, par us jagah ke paas hee wo eorkshop tha, jaha se maine silencer banwaya tha. Police ne mujhe taiyar karke bole toh pata nahi kya-kya mere andar fit karne lage… yaha tak ki mera makeup bhi kiya taaki mere chehre ke nishan mit jaye… 

“Daddu ne talashi le li toh..? mera mobile trace karte rahna… location toh mil hee jayega… waise bhi dusara tracker kaam pe laga hua hai… ”maine kaha..

“aaj se pahle usne kabhi taalashi li hai teri…?”chay ka cup uthakar Madhure ne puchha…

“nahi…”

“phhir… aaj kya usko sapna aayega. Waise bhi tere bomb dhamake aur colony me tere arrest hone ki news kahi bahar nahi gayi hai… isliye Daddu ke liye tu ab bhi wahi hai, jo kal tha…”

“done…”thumbup karke maine kaha…

“tujhe Shriwas, auto me baithakar us jagah le jayega.. par Shriwas par jyada depend mat rahna kyunki wo tujhe chhodkar waha se turant wapas aa jayega…”

“done…”

“kya kaha tune ki jaha Daddu ne tujhe bulaya hai… wo koyi storehouse hai… kya rakhta hai Daddu waha… tu sure hai na ki wo ek storehouse hai”

“storehouse… repository… warehouse, kuch bhi kah lo.. aur main sure isliye hoon kyunki kal Police ko lootne yani aapko lootne se pahle main wahi gaya tha. exact toh nahi… par usi storehouse ke paas me ek workshop hai.. waha se mujhe pata chala ki wo jagah hai kya…”

“workshop me kyun gaya tha…”

“silencer banwane… main us workshop ka name deta hoon, use pakad ke batti do. Sala, paiso ke lalach me kisi ke liye kuch bhi kar deta hai…”

“chay piyega…”

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7:30 baje main us jagah pahucha jaha Daddu mera intezaar kar raha tha. Shriwas auto chalak ke roop me mujhe yaha chhodne aaya tha aur uske jaane ke baad maine wo sab kuch nikal ke fek diya… jo police ne jagah-jagah mere kapdo me fit kiya tha aur apne purane plan ke mutabiq aage badha kyunki mujhe yakin tha ki mere mobile ko police trace karke location ka pata kar hee legi… itna toh main kar leta hoon, wo toh phhir bhi Police hai aur nahi bhi kar payi toh dusara tracker toh hai hee….

ye jagah Ganga-Jamuna se 10-12 km aage tha… koyi godam ki tarah… par tha pura khali, waha na toh koyi saaman tha aur na hee koyi truck.. waha Daddu tha aur hamesha ki tarah uske 15-20 aadmi… mujhe dar toh lag raha tha ki kahi ye meri taalashi na le le lekin phhir bhi use dekhkar main muskuraya aur langadate-langadate uski taraf badha….

“tujhe kya hua… langda kar kyun chal raha hai”mujhe dekhkar Daddu ne kaha….

“accident… gadi se gir gaya tha kal raat me… badi mushqil se aaya hoon, you know, I’m the man of my word”Bag upar uthakar maine kaha “ isme baki ke paise hai…”

“aur paiso ke sath me tracker bhi… hai na..”

“kya..ha..ha…haha”haste hue maine kaha

“yahi… yahi… kya bolte hai usko… reaction.. haan, reaction… yahi reaction mera bhi tha, jab mere aadmiyo ne mujhse ye kaha tha…”

“phhir ye raha bag… check kar lo…”paiso wala bag zameen par patak kar main bola… jiske baad Daddu ke do aadmi turant meri taraf aaye…

Un do me se ek ne bag pakda aur ek ne mujhe… ek bag ki taalashi lene laga, toh dusara meri aur dono hee jagah Daddu ke aadmiyo ko mayoosi jhelni padi… 

“hath chhod be… dikhayi nahi de raha kya ki mere hath me zakhm hai…”

“kamal hai… mera aadmi galat kaise ho sakta hai…”

Tabhi Daddu ke aadmiyo ke beech me se mere barabar hee ek ladka nikalkar saamne aaya aur mujhse mera mobile manga… maine us ladke ko dekha. Simple jeans aur t-shirt me.. power wala chashma lagaye, ek patla-dubla ladka mere saamne khada tha.

“ye kaun hai…”mobile wala topic divert karne ke liye maine kaha “kamal hai, Daddu bhai… ab aise mare hue logo ko bhi kaam par lagne lage… isko toh main ek hath se mar du… hahaha… waise, Daddu bhai.. yadi aapka ye checking-veking wala karyakram ho gaya ho toh… mujhe maal dikhayenge… mujhe apne upar bhi baat karni hai…”

“pahle apna mobile dikha…”us launde ne apna hath aage badha kar kaha…

“main kaam ke waqt mobile nahi rakhta… distract ho jata hoon…”

“nanga karke mobile dhoondh nikalo iska…” us ladke ne Daddu ke aadmiyo se kaha…

Uske aisa karte hee main samajh gaya ki mujhe yaha nahi aana chahiye tha… mujhe police par bharosa nahi karna chahiye tha, yadi main apne pahle hee plan par chalta jo ki thoda heroic tha, toh shayad main bach bhi jata, isiliye toh VR ke flat par raat-o-raat jump marne ki practice ki thi… ki mauke par yaha se escape kar jaun… zaroor Police me hee koyi Daddu ka kutta raha hoga.. khair, ab kya fark padta hai.

“kuch nahi hai…”Daddu ke aadmi meri taalashi lene ke baad bole…

“ kuch nahi hai…? 10 ka ek sikka tha… chura liya kya be..”maine kaha

“maine bahar se check karne ke liye nahi kaha.. nanga karke check kar…”us ladke ne kaha..

“sun be, mujhe nahi pata ki tu kaun hai par jitna gandu tera chashma hai, utna hee gandu tu hai… ye kya laga rakha hai…”

Tabhi mere paas khade Daddu ke aadmiyo me se ek ne ek mukka mere pet me kinare, kidney ke paas mara…. 

“what the… ppfffff”

“Daddu saab ke bete se aise baat karega…”

“Dalle ka beta…”pet pakad kar khada hote hue maine kaha

“Madarbhagat.. abhi batata hoon.. … pakdo be ise…”

Daddu ne apne aadmiyo ko mujhe pakadne ke liye kaha jispar maine bag wahi feka.. par wo toh main pahle hee fek chuka tha… isliye main turant peechhe muda aur daudna chaha, lekin main daudne ki bajay ladkhadaya aur sar ke bal zameen par gir pada… jiske baad Daddu ke aadmi mere upar kood pade, unhone mera hath pair pakda aur pura nanga karke mere kapde wahi fek diye… mera muh par unhone meri hee underwear thesi aur mere hath-pair baandhkar mujhe uthaya aur zameen me fek diya… mere short se mobile nikalkar Daddu ke ladke ne table par rakhe apne laptop se connect kiya aur thodi der baad apne baap se bola…

“Mobile trace ho raha hai…”

“Da..dd..Daddu, bhai… aapka ladka jhooth… jhooth bol raha hai… mobile trace nahi ho raha…”

“chodna kisi aur ko sikhana… kamputer Engineer banaya hu use main…”

“.. tera mobile bewajah har do second ke baad bina kisi matlab ke beep mar raha hai, light apne aap jal-bujh rahi hai.. upar se har minute error messege… koyi bhi tera mobile thodi der ke liye dekhega toh samajh jayega… aisi nausikhiya kaam Police nahi kar sakti… isliye agli bar yadi Police ke sath kaam kar raha ho toh, Police ke according hee chalna… waise yadi tu Police ke sath chalta toh bhi pakda jata…”

“tere Dalle baap ko marne ke baad main tere peechhe aaunga…”

“haha.. sach.. par mujhe dhoondhega kaise…”

“jaise tere baap ko dhoondha…”

“main madad karu…..? main apna name bata deta hoon.. zinda bacha toh mujhe dhoondhne zaroor aana.. waise toh mera name Devdoot hai, par tu tere liye main Yamdoot hoon… idhar aaj tu marega, udhar kuch din baad tera pura khandan… par uske pahle ek sawal… Gautam kaha hai..? Gautam ka pata bata aur teri Maa ki izzat nahi lootunga, sirf jaan se marunga… manzoor hai toh bata… warna.. rape+death ka combo offer bhi hai mere paas…”

Mere yadi is waqt hath-pair khula hote toh main Daddu ke ladke ko tab tak marta rahta, jab tak ki wo mar nahi jata… zinda chaba jata… maine koshish bhi ki, rassi se chhootne ki… lekin sirf chhatpata kar rah gaya… maine rassi ko todne ki dobara koshish ki… neeche pade-pade farsh par apne hath ko ragadne laga… lekin … is baar bhi sirf chhatpata kar rah gaya…. lekin Daddu ke ladke ko marne ke liye main itna vyakul tha ki main farsh par lagatar apna hath ragadta raha… jab tak ki unhone mujhe uthaya nahi…

Godam ke peechhe ek koyi dusara raasta tha shayad, jaha se wo mujhe bahar lekar aaye… Godam ke peechhe teen gypsy thi, jisme se ek me unhone, mujhe peechhe feka aur mere upar kayi sare bag lad diye… main yadi abhi normal hota toh zaroor kuch na kuch karta lekin is waqt… na toh mera dimag kuch soch pa raha tha aur na hee mera sharir kuch kar pa raha tha… unhone mujhe jaha feka tha… main wahi bags ke neeche daba raha… mere sar ke stiches bhi khul gaye the… par phhir thodi der baar mujhe ahsaas hua ki stiches nahi khule hai, balki stiches se skin ka jo portion bandha hua tha wo shayad kisi dusari jagah se fat gaya tha… mujhe Gypsy me peechhe jaha Daddu ke aadmiyo ne feka tha.. waha thik mere peeth ke peechhe lohe ki ek sharp rod laga diya gaya tha… jo ki mere peeth me ghuste hee ja raha tha… upar rakhe bags ki vazah se main zara sa bhi hil nahi pa raha tha ki aage khisak kar us rod ko apni peeth me ghusne na doon… par yaha bhi main nakamyab raha… aur phhir gadi start hi aur chalne lagi… 

“wo bhi hai kya andar…”kisi aurat ki aawaz mere kaano me padi… 

“haan… bhar liya usko bhi. Sala Daddu ke sath game khel raha tha… ek baar apne purane adde par pahuch jaun, phhir sale ka ek-ek ang kaat ke alag kar dunga… Chutiya samajh rakha hai Daddu ko…”

“chutiya toh tu ban hee gaya tha… kitni baar tune iske peechhe apne aadmi chhode, lekin ye har baar unko chakma dekar nikal gaya… wo toh jis din mujhe chodne mere kothe me aaya tha, us din pata nahi ise achanak se kya hua aur seedhe kothe ke bahar hee auto me baith gaya… warna baki din toh paidal hee bahut door tak jata tha… game toh tera ho gaya tha… par tujhe ispar shaq kaise hua ki ye police walo ke sath mila hua hai”

“shaq…? Kal ispar nazar rakh rahe mere launde ne bataya ki iske ghar force aayi thi.. aur aaj ye ekdum se police ke lafde se nikal kar mujhse deal karne aa gaya… itni jaldi toh main police ke lafde se nahi nikal pata, phhir ye kaise nikal gaya… pahle ye hospital me tha, phhir thane pahucha… phhir us harami Bairangi key aha.. phhir headquater… tabhich mujhe laga ki zaroor ye police ka kutta banker mujhe kaatne aayega.. aur mera shaq sahi nikla… maine Devdoot ko bulaya, Colony ke Seceretary se iska naam maloom kiya aur Devdoot ne iski puri janam-kundali mere hath me de di… pahli baar aisa hua hai, mere toh rongte hee khade ho gaye the.. pahli baar zindagi me itna dar laga… bhaidchod.. madarchod bahut dimag lagata hai… iska land kaat ke iske hath me na diya toh mera naam Daddu nahi… maiyya chod dunga iski… pura khandan khatm kar dunga is behan ke lawde ka… iski ghar ki aaurat rakhail ban kar nanga ghoomegi tere kothe me…”

“rakhail nahi banwana… iski maa-bahan ka wahi haal hoga, jo Madhulika aur uske baap ka hua…”

“haahaha… maza aayega madarchod… jab iska lund kaat ke iski maa ke….”

Daddu iske aage kuch bolta uske pahle hee wahi pade-pade maine kuch aur sochna chalu kar diya… main Esha ke baare me sochne laga… theory of machine subject ke numericals ke baare me sochane laga… basketball ke national certificate ko imagine karne laga ki kaise bhosdiwalo ne certificate me mera name- Arman ki jagah Armaan likh diya tha… main khud ke reasoning sawal banane laga aur khud unhe solve bhi karne laga… taaki mere kaano me Daddu ki wo aawaz na aaye, jo main nahi sun-na chahta… aur ant me main apne dimag ki banayi us duniya me ja pahucha, jaha main apne pairo par khada tha, jaha mere sharir me koyi zakhm nahi the… jaha na toh mere hath-pair bandhe hue the aur na hee meri peeth me rod ghusa hua tha… jaha hostel ke bahar jung lagi bench aaj bhi waisi hee rakhi hui thi, jo mere college ke samay me rakhi rahti thi… par aaj yaha koyi nahi tha. na toh Esha aur na hee Arun aur na hee baki hostel ke launde… shayad main khud nahi chahta tha ki waha… aaj, is waqt koyi rahe… main kisi ko nahi dekhna chahta tha… main kisi se is baare me koyi baat nahi karna chahta tha… isliye aaj waha koyi nahi tha. main hostel ke apne room me khada hokar chup-chap bas deewaro ko dekhe ja raha tha… aur tabhi mere kapde achanak se gayab ho gaye… dheere-dheere mere sharir me wo zakhm wapas ubharne lage jo ki vaastav me the… mere room ki deewaro ka aakar chhota hone laga aur khidki mere dekhte hee dekhte steering wheel ka roop dharan karne lagi, wo pura room ek pal me gypsy me badal chuka tha aur tabhi kisi ne peechhe se mera baal pakda aur baal pakad kar ghaseet-te hue gypsy se neeche gira diya…
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Uske aisa karte hee main samajh gaya ki mujhe yaha nahi aana chahiye tha… mujhe police par bharosa nahi karna chahiye tha, yadi main apne pahle hee plan par chalta jo ki thoda heroic tha, toh shayad main bach bhi jata, isiliye toh VR ke flat par raat-o-raat jump marne ki practice ki thi… ki mauke par yaha se escape kar jaun… zaroor Police me hee koyi Daddu ka kutta raha hoga.. khair, ab kya fark padta hai.

Par tabhi mujhe Daddu ke launde ka wo sawal yaad aaya jo usne mujhse Godam me puchha tha…ki… Gautam kaha hai ?.. mujhe kya maloom ki wo kaha hai… last time jab use dekha tha toh wo aur Esha Parking me mera mazak uda rahe the.. 

"sun be Gautam, tujhe teri girl friend ne bataya hai ki nahi mujhe nahi maloom par ek shandar, jaandar aur dhamakedar dushman hone ke karan mera farz banta hai ki main tujhe bata du ki farewell ke din.. yani farewell ki raat, maine Esha ko kiss kiya tha.... wo bhi bahut der tak. yakin na aaye to puchh liyo... tum dono yaha aaye the mujhe ullu sabit karne...par ullu sabit khud ho gaye, isliye ab ek kaam aur karna ki ullu ki tarah aaj raat bhar jagna. waise bhi ab jo maine bolne wala hoon,use sunkar tujhe aaj raat neend toh waise bhi nahi aayegi aur wo ye hai ki… farewell wale din… yani raat, Esha ne mujhe sex karne ke liye kaha tha... wo bhi ek baar nahi balki teen-char bar, wo to meri hee niyat achchhi thi,warna.... anyway, kya fark padta hai. chalo jao be, tum bhi kya yaad rakhoge ki kis mahan vyakti se pala pada tha.... par yaad rakhna, main itni aasani se nahi jaane dunga tum dono ko… main iska second part banaunga… jab tum log meri tarah sochkar itna sab kuch kar sakte ho toh phhir socho ki… main kya karunga…”
Ye un dono se meri aakhiri mulaqat thi aur phhir main thik akela waise hee college se nikla ,jaise college me aaya tha.....

Uske baad toh main kabhi un dono se mila bhi nahi.. phhir Devdoot mujhse kyun puchh raha tha. matlab mujhe ye toh pata hai ki Daddu aur Devdoot ka Gautam se kya relation hai, par Gautam ke baare me mujhse puchhna… aakhir wo hai kaha…?

Gypsy se ghaseet kar Mujhe Daddu ke aadmi ek bade se jarjar ghar me le gaye.. aur waha ek pipe me mere dono hath chain se baandhkar chain ko pipe me ek parat lappet kar dono chain ko uske do aadmiyo ne pakad liya…. maine behosh hone ki jordar acting ki.. matlab Oscar Winning acting… lekin jab Daddu ne mere kaan ke paas katta rakhkar chalaya toh main jhijhak kar turant uth gaya, jis par Daddu has pada…

“mujhe chutiya bana raha hai bhadve… Police toh us aakhiri Godam ke paas hee rah gayi aur tera mobile bhi usi godam me hai… police toh abhi yahi soch rahi hogi ki tu ab bhi wahi hai aur mujhse deal kar raha hai.. mere bete Devdoot ne aisa karne ke liye kaha… Kampoter engineer hai wo… BREC me”

“maine wo college reject kiya tha.. waise, achchha hua jo college ka name bata diya… ab use dhoondh kar marne me jyada aasani hogi”bolkar maine muskurane ki koshish ki lekin uske pahle hee… 

"teri mahtari ka lund… Madarchod…”ek laat seedhe mere pet me markar Daddu bola…

jiske baad kayi chize ek sath hui… jaise meri aankh se bhayankar aansu nikle, khoon ki ulti hui aur main aankh band karke wahi ghutno ke bal gir pada aur khasne laga… tabhi Daddu ke aadmiyo ne jinhone mera hath chain se baandhkar chain ko pakad rakha tha… wo chain ko kheechne lage… shuru me main chain ko kaskar pakde rakha.. lekin thodi hee der me chain mere hath se chhoot gayi aur phhir mujhe aisa laga ki mere hath, mere kandhe se ukhad jayenge.. main bahut jor se chillaya, wapas chain ko apni kalayi aur hatheli me lapet kar neeche ki taraf kheechne laga… lekin Daddu ke aadmiyo ne is bar itni jor se chain kheecha ki jung lagi wo chain meri hatheli aur kalayi ko kayi jagah se fad kar mere hath se chhoot gayi aur un dono me se ek ne mere peeth me wahi ek laat mara, jaha gypsy me rod ghusa tha… main phhir se chillaya.
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“ye toh kuch bhi nahi hai… abhi toh main tere pure sharir ki chamdi nikalunga, tab pata chalega tujhe… par uske pahle bol ki teri maa randi hai aur tu Madarchod hai…”

“bol ki teri maa randi hai, mujhse chudwati hai aur tu madarchod hai…”

“bolega, madarchod… ya gand pakde, latke rahega…”
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Maine kuch nahi kaha aur aankh band karke saans lene laga.. par main thik se saans bhi nahi le pa raha tha.. mere kuch na bolne par Daddu mere peechhe aaya aur meri peeth me jaha rod ghusi thi waha apni ungali ghusane laga aur jaise hee Daddu ne ye kiya, main cheekhne laga.. mujhe aisa laga ki… aisa laga ki.. matlab… mera ang-ang kaanpne laga. main khasne laga.. apna muh kholkar muh se saans lene laga… mano mere sharir se meri jaan nikal rahi hai…

“bol ki tu madarchod hai…”apni ungali ghumate hue Daddu ne kaha…

“haan, lawda… hoon main, Madarchod…. Tum sabki ko maa ko chodta hoon…”

“ab pata hai main kya karunga… main teri photo kheechunga aur tere baap ko send karunga… mere bete ne pata lagaya hai ki tere maa-baap ne tujhe tyag diya hai… par ab dekhna ye hoga ki kya wo teri aisi photo dekhkar wapas India aayenge aur jab wo wapas aa jayenge toh unke sath bhi yahi hoga… pahle main tere bhai ko latkaunga. Kyunki tere bhai ko apne aankho ke saamne aise marta dekh tera maa-baap mujhse bheekh magenge. Mera pair pakad kar tere bhai ko chhodne ke liye kahenge… tere bhai ko marne ke baad tere baap ko aur phhir teri maa ko… hahahaha… arey main toh bhool gaya ki teri toh bhabhi bhi hai na… use nahi latkaunga… uske sath toh… maine photo dekhi hai teri bhabhi ki… ekdum tanaka maal hai. uske sath wahi hoga, jo Madhulika ke sath hua tha… maza aa jayega… bhaidchod…”ye bolkar Daddu saamne aaya aur ek laat phhir se seedhe mere pet me mara…. 

Ab bas Daddu ke is tarah ke ek aur hamle ki zaroorat thi, jiske baad mera kaam tamam ho jata aur main chah bhi raha tha ki wo mujhe aise hee jam ke ek aur laat mere pet mare… jiske baad main sure tha ki meri aankhe bahar aa jayegi… pet fat jayega aur khoon ki dhada-dhad ultiya marta hua main role se mar jaunga… waise bhi yadi kahi se koyi chamatkar hua aur main bach bhi gaya toh… mera pura sharir is haalat me tha ki baad me mere zakhm hee mujhe maar dalenge…
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Ab mujhe muh se bhi saans lene me dikkat ho rahi thi… main ek baar me pura saans na lekar rook-rook kar le raha tha aur mere har ek saans me mera pura sharir kanp jata… saans chhodta toh, muh se khoon nikalta. Daddu ke last kick par maine uske upar khoon ki ulti ki thi, jise saaf karne ke liye wo, mujhe aur meri family ko gali dete hue… waha se chala gaya aur ab mere saamne Ajmeri aayi… 

“maza aaya….”mera mazak banate hue Ajmeri puchhi…

“bahut…”

maine kaha… par shayad usne suna nahi.. ya phhir maine kaha hee nahi… ya phhir mann me kaha… don’t know exactly..

“kyun re harami, police walo ki gand se gand takra kar Daddu ki gand marne chala tha tu, mar gayi na teri… ab mar… mera moot peekar… tere marne ke baad tere sharir par ganga-jal nahi mera moot chhidka jayega aur teri body aisi gayab hogi ki police yahi sochegi ki tu unhe chutiya banakar kahi bhag chuka hai… aise kya dekh raha hai, mujhe… tu kahi ye toh nahi soch raha hai ki hum kaise bachenge….? Tune hee toh Daddu ko laakho rupaye diye hai… kuch mahine ke liye gayab ho jayenge kahi…”bolkar Ajmeri thoda peechhe khiski aur apne purse se chhota sa aaina nikal kar apna chehra dekhte hue boli “bhosda dekhega… aakhiri baar…”
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Last update wasn’t the timeloop kind update… there was simply a dialogue, which suited well in both beginning and ending. Then I realized I shouldn’t do things like that in this story, where timeloop often occurs. Thank you 

Ajmeri ke thoda peechhe khisakne ke baad Daddu ka ladka samne aaya aur muskurate hue bola

“khel toh tune sahi khela, par ye bhool gaya ki khiladi hum bhi hai… overconfidence is such a bad thing… anyway good performance , you won our hearts… kidney… liver and dick. Kill him”

“no one… can… defeat… me”

“we just did…”

“hear here… dickhead. I’ll cut my dick and eat it, if I ever get my ass kicked by you, even though I’m a vegetarian. no one can defeat me unless I allow them ”maine gala fadkar kaha.. par shayad un logo ne suna nahi ya phhir unhe samajh me nahi aaya ya phhir maine mann me khud se kaha… ya phhir kaha hee nahi…

Maine Ajmeri ko dekha aur phhir meri nazar Ajmeri ke kandhe par tange us purse par padi, jis-se usne thodi der pahle aaina nikal kar mujhe bhosda dikhane ki baat kahi thi… aaina dekhne ke baad Ajmeri ne apne purse se lipstick nikali aur lipstick lagane ke baad dono hontho ko jodkar lipstick ko uniformly and equally apne hontho pe failane lagi. Lekin main dave ke sath kah sakta tha ki khoon me bheegne se mere honth Ajmeri ke honth se jyada laal rahe honge. thanks to hemoglobin protein.
Maine pahle Ajmeri ko dekha, phhir uske lipstick ko aur phhir uske kariya colour ke purse ko. Ajmeri ko dekh ab main hasne laga… matlab hasne ki koshish karne laga… jiske karan mujhe back to back hichkiya aane lagi, jisme mere muh se khoon bhi nikla. mujhe aisa karte dekh Ajmeri meri taraf badhi aur tabhi Ajmeri ne jis aaine ko pakad rakha tha, wo achanak se phoot gaya aur Ajmeri neeche zameen par gir gayi… uske gardan me achanak kuch ghusa tha, jiske karan uske gardan me chhed ho gaya tha aur us chhed se khoon nikal raha tha…
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Kya maine Ajmeri ke purse me tracker chhipane ke baare me bataya…? Nahi….? abhi bata deta hoon…

toh hua actually ye tha ki jis din main Ajmeri ko chodne uske kothe par gaya tha toh uske bistar ke sirhane par uska purse rakha hua tha jise kholkar maine dekha tha….. kyunki main pahle bhi kayi baar Ajmeri ko uske purse ke sath dekh chuka tha, isliye mujhe purse ke color, design ka pura andaza tha aur usi rang me tracker ko rangkar maine tracker uske purse me bahar neeche ki taraf chipka diya tha… jo maine Police ko bhi bataya tha aur yahi wo dusara tracker tha, jiske baare me Godam me aane se pahle baat kar raha tha… jiske baad Daddu ke aadmiyo ne meri wo halat ki… ki main iske bare me bhool hee gaya.
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Toh Ajmeri ke seedhe gardan me bullet ghusi aur wo wahi turant neeche zameen me lot gayi… jiske baad waha bahut bhayankar firing hui… kisi ke bheje me goli ghus rahi thi toh kisi pet me… police wale dhadha-dhadh goli mare pade the… par main Daddu ko goli lagne ka intezaar kar raha tha… jo ek deewar ke peechhe dubka baitha tha… isi beech Daddu ka launda neeche gira… jispar maine jyada dhyan nahi diya. mere saamne Ajmeri apni taang pasar kar padi hui thi, uski gardan khoon se sani hui thi… uski gardan se khoon nikalkar zameen me charo taraf phail raha tha… par wo abhi puri tarah mari nahi thi. wo rook-rook kar kutto ki tarah gigiyate hue saans le rahi thi aur uske har saans ke sath uske gardan me jaha goli lagi thi, waha se khoon nikalta… maine apna imagination level high kiya aur apna baya pair uthakar antim saans lete hui Ajmeri ke chut ke upar rakha aur uski chut masalne laga aur kafi der tak masalta raha phhir pura dum lagakar uski chut me kaskar ek laat mara 

“Sali, chhinar… mujhe bhosda dikha rahi thi, ab mera lawda dekh…”

aur phhir apna pair aur upar lejakar uske muh me apna juta ragadne laga…“kyun re randi… ab bol…”

Aur phhir jab Ajmeri koyi response dene ke bajay sirf gigiyate hue saans hee leti rahi toh maine apna pair uske muh se neeche khiskaya aur uske doodh ko masalte hue uske doodh ko bhi mara. main aisa kafi der tak karta raha aur udhar background me police sabko pele padi thi… police, behanchod pata nahi kaha-kaha se goli mare padi thi aur jab ek bullet mere baye hath me ghusi tab mujhe haqiqat ka aabhas hua aur samajh aaya ki…. Mere hath-pair ab bhi chain se bandhe hue hai aur jo kuch bhi maine abhi Ajmeri ke sath kiya, wo actually hua hee nahi. Ajmeri toh kab ka mar chuki thi. Daddu ke kuch aadmiyo ne Police ki firing ka jawab bhi diya aur kuch waha se bhagne ke chakkar me shikar ban gaye… Daddu ka launda aur Ajmeri Bai ka banta dhar ho chuka hai… ye shayad Daddu ko pata chal gaya tha isiliye Daddu Deewar ke peechhe shant baitha tha.

“even people like Daddu is better father than my own father…”

golibari ab bhi chalu thi aur Police ko meri jaan ki bilkul bhi parwah nahi thi.. kyunki golibari ke dauran ek bullet jaha mere hath me lagi toh dusari thik mere baye ghutne me, jiske baad main khada bhi nahi rah paya aur na hee puri tarah neeche zameen par gira. Meri situation is samay aisi thi jaise kisi dead body ko chain se baandh diya gaya ho. jiske baad main samajh gaya ki ab mera bhi number aa gaya hai… bas koyi kahi se aakar goggle laga de, taki kal news paper me meri role wali photo aaye… actually, mujhe pahle hee khoon me sani apni photo badhiya edit-vdit karke police walo ko de deni chahiye thi ki yadi main mar gaya toh meri ye wali photo chhapna. Jise dekhkar phhir pure Nagpur me aurat-jaat ki sari member meri photo dekhkar apni gaand me apna hath ghusa lengi… aaaaaahhhhhh. Sala mutth marne ka mann kar raha hai… maine Ajmeri ki taraf dekha, par wo toh tapak chuki thi…

“ die with smile not with tears… ”maine Ajmeri se kaha
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Iske baad meri yaddasht mera sath chhodne lagi… log kahte hai ki… marne se pahle aadmi ki zindagi ki tasveere uski aankho ke saamne nachti hai, use wo sab kuch mahsoos hota hai jo usne apni puri zindagi me kiya… sare achchhe kaam, sare bure kaam… jaise usne kisko-kisko sochkar mutth mara tha…. wo sare log jo uski zindagi me ahmiyat rakhte hai… wo sab… sab use yaad aate hai..
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I mean, Really…? sach me aisa hota hai…? phhir mere sath aisa kyun nahi ho raha… jabki meri atma mere sharir se nikal rahi hai… main ye feel aur describe dono kar sakta hoon. Phhir mere sath aisa kyun nahi raha. Mujhe mere ateet ki koyi tasveer kyun nahi dikh rahi… iski do hee vazah ho sakti hai… ya toh ye kahawat galat hai ya phhir mera koyi ateet hee nahi hai…

Mujhe thik-thak kuch bhi yaad nahi par uske baad maine apne sharir se jaan nikalne ke aalawa aur bhi kuch mahsoos kiya jisme mujhe ambulance me dala gaya… mujhe kayi log dikhe, kayi prakar ki aawaze sunayi di… par na toh main un aawazon ko pahchan paya aur na hee un logo ko… shayad maine unhe aaj se pahle kabhi dekha hee nahi tha. Meri aankh kabhi band hoti toh kabhi achanak hee khul jati… kabhi mujhe meri aankh band rahne par bhi sab kuch dikhta toh kabhi aankh khuli rahne ke bawzood bhi main kuch nahi dekh pa raha tha aur aise waqt me koyi ek bhi aisa nahi tha… jise main jaanta hoon. Ye meri hee galti hai…shayad. Par ab kya fark padta hai… 

“Die with smile, not with tears…”

“Attentionnnnn… exercise number 1…. One…”

“yes madarchod…”

“two…”

“yes madarchod…”

“three…”

“maa chuda madarchod….”
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“Arman wo card game ka name kya tha. jo casino royale movie me james bond khelta hai…”

“it’s no limit texas hold’em. I can teach you how to play it”

“you knowww…”

“bitch please, Los Vegas me paida hua hoon main. Jis umra me tum apni maa ke god me baithkar doodh peete the na, us umra me main apne muh me ek side beedi dabakar Los Vegas ke casino me raaj kiya karta tha.”
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“tell me, why you did that… what did you want to prove…”

"sorry ?"

"i mean, whole Daddu, Ganga Jamuna kand... what did you want to prove..."

“I come and I conquer”