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Chapter - 15
Tabhi meri nazar aage ki taraf gayi.
Chand.
Woh dheere dheere meri taraf aa raha tha. Haath mein cigarette thi aur uske chehre par wohi purani si muskurahat thi. Jaise woh mujhe dhoondh raha ho.
Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga. Main turant uth khada hua. Nazar neeche kiye hue main jaldi se peeth mod kar chal pada. “Nahi… nahi dekhna usko. Ignore kar. Jaise kuch suna hi nahi.”
“Arre Idris! Ruk toh saale!”
Chand ki awaaz peeche se aayi. Main aur tez chal pada. Pair bhaari lag rahe the lekin main rukna nahi chahta tha.
Lekin usne mujhe pakad liya.
Piche se usne mera haath pakad kar mujhe rok liya. Zor se nahi, lekin itna ki main ruk gaya. Main palat kar uski taraf dekha.
“Kahan bhaag raha hai yaar?” usne kaha, cigarette muh se nikaalte hue. “Main hi toh hoon. Itna darr kyun raha hai?”
Maine koi jawab nahi diya. Nazar uske peeche ki taraf thi. Dil mein ek hi cheez ghoom rahi thi — us din ki woh gandi baat. “Saali ka gaand dekh… mil jaye toh khod ke chhod dun.” Wohi lafz mere kaanon mein goonj rahe the.
“Woh… maths ka paper… thoda tough tha na?” maine dheere se bola. Awaaz mein koi jaan nahi thi. Bas baat aage badhane ke liye kuch bhi bol diya.
Chand ne halka sa hans diya. “Haan yaar, thoda tough tha. Lekin tu toh Akash ke saath padhta tha na? Usne kuch nahi bataya kya?”
Main chup raha. Nazar uske chehre par nahi ja rahi thi.
Phir Chand ne achanak kaha, “Chal yaar… garmi lag rahi hai. Sprite peete hain.”
Maine uski taraf dekha. Thoda hairaan tha lekin kuch nahi bola. Chand ne mera haath pakda aur seedha us taraf chal pada jahan chhoti si dukaan thi.
Dukaan par Chand ne do Sprite ki bottles maangi. Ek mujhe de di. Dusri apne haath mein le li. Main uski taraf ghuma aur thodi der tak usko hi ghurta raha. Uske chehre par, uski aankhon mein, uske honton par.
Phir maine apni bottle kholi aur ek saans mein pi ne laga. Achanak ek zor ka khansi ka jhatka aaya. Main jhuk gaya. Aankhein paani se bhar gayi.
“Arre yaar!” Chand ne turant mera kandha pakda aur peeth par thapkiyan dene laga. “Dheere pi na! Itna jaldi kyun?” Usne apni bottle se thoda paani mere muh mein daala. “Pee le… dheere se.”
Main dheere dheere saans lene laga. Khansi ruk gayi. Chand abhi bhi mere kandhe par haath rakhe hue tha.
“Haan… theek ho gaya,” maine dheere se kaha.
Hum dono usi dukaan ke saamne wale chhote se bench par baith gaye. Chand ne apni cigarette bujha di aur poocha, “School ka scene kaisa chal raha hai? Akash ab aata nahi kya ghar?”
Maine uski taraf dekha. Aaj uski awaaz mein koi tezpan nahi tha. Koi ganda mazak nahi.
“Haan… boards ki taiyari kar raha hai. Ab nahi aata,” maine kaha.
Chand ne sar hilaya. “Achha hai yaar. Tu khud se manage kar lega.”
Phir usne poocha, “Bata na… Akash ke saath padhai ka experience kaisa tha? Woh toh bahut tez tha na samjhaane mein?”
Main thoda ruk gaya lekin phir bola, “Haan… strict tha lekin samjhaata achha tha. Bahut mehnat karta tha. Bas thoda impatient tha kabhi-kabhi.”
Chand ne sir hilaya. “Haan yaar, woh aisa hi hai. Lekin dil ka achha ladka hai.”
Hum dono Sprite khatam karke uth gaye. Ab hum ground ki taraf chal rahe the. Baatein chal rahi thi — school, teachers, kuch random cheezein. Pehle jaisa koi tension nahi tha. Chand ne mujhe ek aur cigarette offer ki, is baar zor se nahi, bas muskurate hue.
“Nahi yaar, main nahi leta,” maine kaha aur pehli baar uske saamne halka sa smile kar diya.
Chand hans pada. “Theek hai yaar. Tu apni marzi se jee. Phir milte hain kabhi?”
Main sir hilaya. “Haan… milte hain.”
Woh apni bike ki taraf chala gaya aur main ghar ki taraf.
Raste bhar dimag mein sirf ek hi baat chal rahi thi — aaj Chand itna normal kyun tha? Itna… nice?
Ghar pahunch kar main seedha apne kamre mein chala gaya. Darwaza andar se lock kiya aur bistar par let gaya. Aankhein band ki.
Aaj ka din baar baar aankhon ke saamne aa raha tha. Chand ka peeth thapthapana, uska paani dena, uski normal baatein, uska “dil ka achha ladka hai” wala comment.
Main soch raha tha — shayad main galat soch raha tha uske baare mein. Shayad woh sirf Akash ke saath ganda mazak karta tha. Shayad asal mein woh itna bura nahi hai.
Lekin phir bhi… us din ki woh gandi baat mere dimag se nahi ja rahi thi.
Main palat kar bistar par let gaya aur chaadar muh par kheench li.
Tabhi meri nazar aage ki taraf gayi.
Chand.
Woh dheere dheere meri taraf aa raha tha. Haath mein cigarette thi aur uske chehre par wohi purani si muskurahat thi. Jaise woh mujhe dhoondh raha ho.
Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga. Main turant uth khada hua. Nazar neeche kiye hue main jaldi se peeth mod kar chal pada. “Nahi… nahi dekhna usko. Ignore kar. Jaise kuch suna hi nahi.”
“Arre Idris! Ruk toh saale!”
Chand ki awaaz peeche se aayi. Main aur tez chal pada. Pair bhaari lag rahe the lekin main rukna nahi chahta tha.
Lekin usne mujhe pakad liya.
Piche se usne mera haath pakad kar mujhe rok liya. Zor se nahi, lekin itna ki main ruk gaya. Main palat kar uski taraf dekha.
“Kahan bhaag raha hai yaar?” usne kaha, cigarette muh se nikaalte hue. “Main hi toh hoon. Itna darr kyun raha hai?”
Maine koi jawab nahi diya. Nazar uske peeche ki taraf thi. Dil mein ek hi cheez ghoom rahi thi — us din ki woh gandi baat. “Saali ka gaand dekh… mil jaye toh khod ke chhod dun.” Wohi lafz mere kaanon mein goonj rahe the.
“Woh… maths ka paper… thoda tough tha na?” maine dheere se bola. Awaaz mein koi jaan nahi thi. Bas baat aage badhane ke liye kuch bhi bol diya.
Chand ne halka sa hans diya. “Haan yaar, thoda tough tha. Lekin tu toh Akash ke saath padhta tha na? Usne kuch nahi bataya kya?”
Main chup raha. Nazar uske chehre par nahi ja rahi thi.
Phir Chand ne achanak kaha, “Chal yaar… garmi lag rahi hai. Sprite peete hain.”
Maine uski taraf dekha. Thoda hairaan tha lekin kuch nahi bola. Chand ne mera haath pakda aur seedha us taraf chal pada jahan chhoti si dukaan thi.
Dukaan par Chand ne do Sprite ki bottles maangi. Ek mujhe de di. Dusri apne haath mein le li. Main uski taraf ghuma aur thodi der tak usko hi ghurta raha. Uske chehre par, uski aankhon mein, uske honton par.
Phir maine apni bottle kholi aur ek saans mein pi ne laga. Achanak ek zor ka khansi ka jhatka aaya. Main jhuk gaya. Aankhein paani se bhar gayi.
“Arre yaar!” Chand ne turant mera kandha pakda aur peeth par thapkiyan dene laga. “Dheere pi na! Itna jaldi kyun?” Usne apni bottle se thoda paani mere muh mein daala. “Pee le… dheere se.”
Main dheere dheere saans lene laga. Khansi ruk gayi. Chand abhi bhi mere kandhe par haath rakhe hue tha.
“Haan… theek ho gaya,” maine dheere se kaha.
Hum dono usi dukaan ke saamne wale chhote se bench par baith gaye. Chand ne apni cigarette bujha di aur poocha, “School ka scene kaisa chal raha hai? Akash ab aata nahi kya ghar?”
Maine uski taraf dekha. Aaj uski awaaz mein koi tezpan nahi tha. Koi ganda mazak nahi.
“Haan… boards ki taiyari kar raha hai. Ab nahi aata,” maine kaha.
Chand ne sar hilaya. “Achha hai yaar. Tu khud se manage kar lega.”
Phir usne poocha, “Bata na… Akash ke saath padhai ka experience kaisa tha? Woh toh bahut tez tha na samjhaane mein?”
Main thoda ruk gaya lekin phir bola, “Haan… strict tha lekin samjhaata achha tha. Bahut mehnat karta tha. Bas thoda impatient tha kabhi-kabhi.”
Chand ne sir hilaya. “Haan yaar, woh aisa hi hai. Lekin dil ka achha ladka hai.”
Hum dono Sprite khatam karke uth gaye. Ab hum ground ki taraf chal rahe the. Baatein chal rahi thi — school, teachers, kuch random cheezein. Pehle jaisa koi tension nahi tha. Chand ne mujhe ek aur cigarette offer ki, is baar zor se nahi, bas muskurate hue.
“Nahi yaar, main nahi leta,” maine kaha aur pehli baar uske saamne halka sa smile kar diya.
Chand hans pada. “Theek hai yaar. Tu apni marzi se jee. Phir milte hain kabhi?”
Main sir hilaya. “Haan… milte hain.”
Woh apni bike ki taraf chala gaya aur main ghar ki taraf.
Raste bhar dimag mein sirf ek hi baat chal rahi thi — aaj Chand itna normal kyun tha? Itna… nice?
Ghar pahunch kar main seedha apne kamre mein chala gaya. Darwaza andar se lock kiya aur bistar par let gaya. Aankhein band ki.
Aaj ka din baar baar aankhon ke saamne aa raha tha. Chand ka peeth thapthapana, uska paani dena, uski normal baatein, uska “dil ka achha ladka hai” wala comment.
Main soch raha tha — shayad main galat soch raha tha uske baare mein. Shayad woh sirf Akash ke saath ganda mazak karta tha. Shayad asal mein woh itna bura nahi hai.
Lekin phir bhi… us din ki woh gandi baat mere dimag se nahi ja rahi thi.
Main palat kar bistar par let gaya aur chaadar muh par kheench li.
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Chapter - 16
Boards ab sirf kuch hafte door the.
Har taraf se pressure badh raha tha. School mein teachers roz assembly mein chillate the, “Last chance hai beta, ab serious ho jao.” Ghar mein Ammi subah-shaam yaad dilati thi. Abbu bhi kabhi-kabhi newspaper ke peeche se sirf itna bol dete, “Padh le Idris… ab bacha nahi hai tu.”
Main har roz ek naya plan banata tha. Aaj raat ko 2 ghante maths, 1 ghanta science, phir thoda revision. Table par saari books khol kar baithta, timer laga deta, paani ka glass side mein rakhta. Pehle 5-10 minute toh theek se padhta bhi tha. Phir aankhein bhari jaati. Dimag so jata. Kitab ke pages se sirf Akash ki purani tez awaaz sunai deti — “Arre yeh basic formula bhi nahi yaad?”
Aur phir haath apne aap mobile ki taraf badh jata.
Pehle bas 2 minute ke liye. Phir 10 minute. Phir pura ghanta. Kabhi-kabhi toh raat ke 2 baje tak mobile haath mein rehta. Normal porn, desi aunty, teacher-student, step-mom, college girl — har type ka. Kuch bhi chal raha tha. Padhai ki jagah raat bhar yahi chalta rehta. Subah uth kar aankhein soojhi hui hoti, sar bhari rehta aur phir wahi purana guilt.
Ek raat jab main aise hi scroll kar raha tha, ek naya video aaya — bully milf. School ka bully ghar aata hai, maa ko corner mein push karta hai, uski salwar khinchta hai aur zor-zor se chodta hai. Beta kamre ke darwaze ke peeche chhup kar sab dekh raha hota hai. Beta kuch nahi kar paata. Bas dekhta rehta hai aur uska lund khada ho jata hai.
Pehli baar jab maine woh scene dekha — bully maa ke peeche se dhakke maar raha tha aur maa moan kar rahi thi “Haan beta… aur zor se…” — mera dimag ek second ke liye freeze ho gaya.
Screen par maa ka chehra badal gaya. Woh Ammi ban gayi. Aur bully… Akash.
Maine jhat se mobile lock kar diya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Haath kaanp rahe the. “Nahi… yeh galat hai… bahut galat hai,” maine khud se bola. Mobile side mein phenk diya aur bistar par let gaya. Lekin neend door thi. Dimag mein wohi scene baar-baar aa raha tha.
Us raat ke baad bhi porn ruk nahi paya. Har din padhai ka plan fail hota. 2 ghante ka target… sirf 5-10 minute sachchi padhai… baaki sab neend ya mobile. Confidence jo Akash ke time thoda sa jaga tha, woh phir se dheere-dheere mar raha tha. Main wapas usi purane Idris ban raha tha — 12 marks wala, corner seat wala, akela wala.
Ek shaam dimag bahut zyada bhari ho gaya.
“Bas… thoda sa fresh air le aata hoon,” maine khud se kaha. “Clear mind ho jayega, phir ghar aakar padhunga.”
Main utha aur bahar nikal gaya.
Pehle kuch din toh main akela hi park mein baitha rehta. Phir kabhi-kabhi Chand milne laga.
Kabhi main market se guzar raha hota, paan wale ke dukaan ke paas woh cigarette pi raha hota. Kabhi idhar-udhar ground ke kisi corner mein. Kabhi main baithta aur woh aata. Roz nahi, bas kabhi-kabhi. Har baar baatein normal rehti. School, boards, cricket. Chand koi ganda mazak nahi karta. Bas normal baatein. Woh kabhi kabhi hasa deta. Main bhi dheere-dheere khulne laga tha.
Lekin har baar ghar laut kar kamre mein lette hi woh purana lafz phir se aa jata — “Saali ka gaand dekh… mil jaye toh khod ke chhod dun.” Aur phir mobile uth jata. Porn. Har type ka.
Boards ke din nazdeek aate ja rahe the aur main padhai ki jagah roz bahar nikal raha tha. Ammi ko bahana achha lag raha tha. Woh khud bhi ab thodi busy rehti thi — ghar ka kaam, kabhi-kabhi phone par kisi se baat. Main notice karta tha ki uska chehra ab pehle jaisa nahi tha. Kabhi kabhi woh Akash ka naam bhi le leti thi… dheere se.
Ek shaam main market se guzar raha tha. Paan wale ke dukaan ke paas Chand khada tha. Usne mujhe dekh liya aur muskurate hue haath uthaya.
“Arre Idris! Idhar aa.”
Main ruk gaya. Uske paas chala gaya.
Chand ne mera kandha pakda aur dheere se bola, “Yaar tu itna akela kyun ghum raha hai? Chal ladkiyan tadte hain.”
Maine kuch nahi bola. Bas muskurane ki koshish ki.
Chand hans pada. Uski awaaz ab thodi alag thi — purana wahi chapri tone.
“Dekh saale, woh wali dekhi? Red top mein… kitni tight gaand hai be. Tad le properly.” Woh ek ladki ki taraf ishaara karta aur mujhe zor se dhakel deta. “Arre aankh mat jhuka… seedha dekh. Kitni mast hai yaar.”
Main chup raha. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Chand ne aur kareeb aakar dheere se kaha, “Aur agar ladkiyan pasand nahi aa rahi toh bata… teri ammi jaisi mature maal bhi tad sakta hoon. Bahut tight aur garam hoti hai woh log. Tu bas dekhna chahega kya?”
Uske muh se “teri ammi jaisi” sunte hi mera pura badan sakht ho gaya. Woh purana ganda comment phir se kaanon mein goonj utha.
Main kuch bol nahi paya. Sirf sar jhuka liya.
Chand zor se hans pada aur mera kandha thapthapaya.
“Arre tension mat le yaar… mazak kar raha tha. Lekin sach bata… tu bhi toh apni ammi ko dekh ke kabhi sochta hoga na? Bol na… sach bol.”
Main wahan khada tha. Raat ka andhera cha gaya tha. Chand ki hansi door tak goonj rahi thi.
Aur main… kuch nahi bol pa raha tha.
Boards ab sirf kuch hafte door the.
Har taraf se pressure badh raha tha. School mein teachers roz assembly mein chillate the, “Last chance hai beta, ab serious ho jao.” Ghar mein Ammi subah-shaam yaad dilati thi. Abbu bhi kabhi-kabhi newspaper ke peeche se sirf itna bol dete, “Padh le Idris… ab bacha nahi hai tu.”
Main har roz ek naya plan banata tha. Aaj raat ko 2 ghante maths, 1 ghanta science, phir thoda revision. Table par saari books khol kar baithta, timer laga deta, paani ka glass side mein rakhta. Pehle 5-10 minute toh theek se padhta bhi tha. Phir aankhein bhari jaati. Dimag so jata. Kitab ke pages se sirf Akash ki purani tez awaaz sunai deti — “Arre yeh basic formula bhi nahi yaad?”
Aur phir haath apne aap mobile ki taraf badh jata.
Pehle bas 2 minute ke liye. Phir 10 minute. Phir pura ghanta. Kabhi-kabhi toh raat ke 2 baje tak mobile haath mein rehta. Normal porn, desi aunty, teacher-student, step-mom, college girl — har type ka. Kuch bhi chal raha tha. Padhai ki jagah raat bhar yahi chalta rehta. Subah uth kar aankhein soojhi hui hoti, sar bhari rehta aur phir wahi purana guilt.
Ek raat jab main aise hi scroll kar raha tha, ek naya video aaya — bully milf. School ka bully ghar aata hai, maa ko corner mein push karta hai, uski salwar khinchta hai aur zor-zor se chodta hai. Beta kamre ke darwaze ke peeche chhup kar sab dekh raha hota hai. Beta kuch nahi kar paata. Bas dekhta rehta hai aur uska lund khada ho jata hai.
Pehli baar jab maine woh scene dekha — bully maa ke peeche se dhakke maar raha tha aur maa moan kar rahi thi “Haan beta… aur zor se…” — mera dimag ek second ke liye freeze ho gaya.
Screen par maa ka chehra badal gaya. Woh Ammi ban gayi. Aur bully… Akash.
Maine jhat se mobile lock kar diya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Haath kaanp rahe the. “Nahi… yeh galat hai… bahut galat hai,” maine khud se bola. Mobile side mein phenk diya aur bistar par let gaya. Lekin neend door thi. Dimag mein wohi scene baar-baar aa raha tha.
Us raat ke baad bhi porn ruk nahi paya. Har din padhai ka plan fail hota. 2 ghante ka target… sirf 5-10 minute sachchi padhai… baaki sab neend ya mobile. Confidence jo Akash ke time thoda sa jaga tha, woh phir se dheere-dheere mar raha tha. Main wapas usi purane Idris ban raha tha — 12 marks wala, corner seat wala, akela wala.
Ek shaam dimag bahut zyada bhari ho gaya.
“Bas… thoda sa fresh air le aata hoon,” maine khud se kaha. “Clear mind ho jayega, phir ghar aakar padhunga.”
Main utha aur bahar nikal gaya.
Pehle kuch din toh main akela hi park mein baitha rehta. Phir kabhi-kabhi Chand milne laga.
Kabhi main market se guzar raha hota, paan wale ke dukaan ke paas woh cigarette pi raha hota. Kabhi idhar-udhar ground ke kisi corner mein. Kabhi main baithta aur woh aata. Roz nahi, bas kabhi-kabhi. Har baar baatein normal rehti. School, boards, cricket. Chand koi ganda mazak nahi karta. Bas normal baatein. Woh kabhi kabhi hasa deta. Main bhi dheere-dheere khulne laga tha.
Lekin har baar ghar laut kar kamre mein lette hi woh purana lafz phir se aa jata — “Saali ka gaand dekh… mil jaye toh khod ke chhod dun.” Aur phir mobile uth jata. Porn. Har type ka.
Boards ke din nazdeek aate ja rahe the aur main padhai ki jagah roz bahar nikal raha tha. Ammi ko bahana achha lag raha tha. Woh khud bhi ab thodi busy rehti thi — ghar ka kaam, kabhi-kabhi phone par kisi se baat. Main notice karta tha ki uska chehra ab pehle jaisa nahi tha. Kabhi kabhi woh Akash ka naam bhi le leti thi… dheere se.
Ek shaam main market se guzar raha tha. Paan wale ke dukaan ke paas Chand khada tha. Usne mujhe dekh liya aur muskurate hue haath uthaya.
“Arre Idris! Idhar aa.”
Main ruk gaya. Uske paas chala gaya.
Chand ne mera kandha pakda aur dheere se bola, “Yaar tu itna akela kyun ghum raha hai? Chal ladkiyan tadte hain.”
Maine kuch nahi bola. Bas muskurane ki koshish ki.
Chand hans pada. Uski awaaz ab thodi alag thi — purana wahi chapri tone.
“Dekh saale, woh wali dekhi? Red top mein… kitni tight gaand hai be. Tad le properly.” Woh ek ladki ki taraf ishaara karta aur mujhe zor se dhakel deta. “Arre aankh mat jhuka… seedha dekh. Kitni mast hai yaar.”
Main chup raha. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Chand ne aur kareeb aakar dheere se kaha, “Aur agar ladkiyan pasand nahi aa rahi toh bata… teri ammi jaisi mature maal bhi tad sakta hoon. Bahut tight aur garam hoti hai woh log. Tu bas dekhna chahega kya?”
Uske muh se “teri ammi jaisi” sunte hi mera pura badan sakht ho gaya. Woh purana ganda comment phir se kaanon mein goonj utha.
Main kuch bol nahi paya. Sirf sar jhuka liya.
Chand zor se hans pada aur mera kandha thapthapaya.
“Arre tension mat le yaar… mazak kar raha tha. Lekin sach bata… tu bhi toh apni ammi ko dekh ke kabhi sochta hoga na? Bol na… sach bol.”
Main wahan khada tha. Raat ka andhera cha gaya tha. Chand ki hansi door tak goonj rahi thi.
Aur main… kuch nahi bol pa raha tha.
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Chapter - 17
Us din ke baad Chand se milne ka silsila aur badh gaya tha.
Pehle kabhi-kabhi milta tha, ab har shaam. Kabhi paan wale ke dukaan ke paas, kabhi park ke bench par, kabhi market ke peeche wale khali ground mein. Main bahar nikalne ka bahana banata — “Ammi, thoda fresh air le aata hoon” — aur seedha uski taraf chala jata.
Ek shaam paan wale ke dukaan ke saamne bench par baith kar main chup-chaap baitha tha. Chand cigarette pi raha tha. Maine dheere se bola,
“Yaar Chand… boards sirf kuch hafte baki hain. Main din bhar plan banata hoon — 2 ghante maths, 1 ghanta science — lekin 10 minute baad dimag band ho jata hai. Kuch samajh nahi aa raha. Bahut dar lag raha hai… agar fail ho gaya toh ghar mein kya hoga, soch bhi nahi sakta.”
Chand ne ek gehra kas lagaya aur dhuaan chhodte hue bola, “Arre tension mat le yaar. Sab theek ho jayega.”
Maine sar hilaya. “Nahi yaar… relax karne ka mann karta hai. Dimag bilkul thak gaya hai. Kuch aisa chahiye jo thoda sa sukoon de de.”
Chand ne mujhe dekha aur muskuraya. “Relax karne ka sabse best tarika bataun?”
Main uski taraf dekha.
“Ganja,” usne casually bola. “Ek joint laga le. Saari tension udd jayegi. Dimag shaant ho jayega. Neend bhi achhi aayegi.”
Maine turant sar hila diya. “Nahi yaar… main cigarette bhi nahi pita. Yeh sab nahi.”
Chand hans pada. “Theek hai bhai, apni marzi.”
Lekin uske baad kuch din bahut mushkil guzre.
Main roz padhai ki koshish karta. Timer lagata, books kholta… lekin 10 minute baad wahi haal. Har raat Chand ka woh suggestion dimag mein ghumta rehta — “Ganja… saari tension udd jayegi.”
Teesre din shaam ko main phir uske paas pahunch gaya. Dil bahut bhari tha.
Maine dheere se bola, “Yaar… woh jo tune kaha tha… ganja… ek baar try kar sakta hoon kya?”
Chand ka chehra khil utha. “Smart ladka! Chal aaj hi try karte hain. Mere room chalta hai.”
Woh mujhe apne ghar le gaya. Chhota sa ganda single room tha — ek purana single bed, zameen par bikhre kapde, diwar par cigarette ke daag, aur ek chhoti si khidki se bhi hawa nahi aa rahi thi. Kamra puri tarah se badbudar aur ganda tha.
Chand ne darwaza band kiya, bed par baith gaya aur ek chhoti si packet nikali. Usne expertly joint banaya, sulgaya aur pehle ek kas laga kar mujhe de diya.
“Le… dheere se. Zyada mat kheench.”
Maine pehli baar try kiya. Pehla kas laga toh gala jala, khansi aayi. Chand ne peeth thapthapayi aur hans pada. “Dheere dheere yaar… ab doosra kas le.”
Maine doosra kas lagaya.
Aur phir… sab kuch dheere-dheere slow ho gaya.
Dimag bilkul shaant ho gaya. Saari tension, saare dar, saari padhai ki chinta… sab udd gayi. Main bed par let gaya. Chand kuch bol raha tha lekin mujhe sirf uski awaaz door-door se aa rahi thi.
Phir sab black ho gaya.
Jab aankh khuli toh raat ke 1 baje the. Main 6-7 ghante tak soya hua tha. Dimag itna relaxed tha jaise kabhi pehle hua hi nahi. Sharir halka, sukoon bhara. Jaise koi bojh utar gaya ho.
Lekin ghar pahunchte hi sab badal gaya.
Gate khulte hi Ammi aur Abbu dono hall mein khade the. Ammi ki aankhein laal thi, ro rahi thi. Abbu ka chehra laal ho raha tha gusse se.
“Idris! Kahan tha tu itni raat tak?!” Abbu chillaye. “Humne poore area mein dhoondha! Police bhi aayi thi ghar pe! Tujhe pata hai kitni der se tujhe dhoondh rahe the?”
Ammi ro-rote boli, “Beta… hum soch rahe the kuch ho gaya… phone bhi band tha… tu kahan mar gaya tha?”
Abbu ne aur tez awaaz mein daanta, “Ab yeh naya drama shuru kiya hai? Padhai chhod kar raat bhar ghumne lag gaya hai? Kal se ghar se bahar nikalne ki himmat mat karna!”
Main sirf chup-chaap khada tha. Unke chillane, unka gussa, unki pareshani… sab sun raha tha. Lekin andar kuch alag ho raha tha.
Mera dimag bilkul shaant tha. Koi dar nahi. Koi guilt nahi. Bas ek gehra sukoon.
Unke daantne ke baad main apne kamre mein chala gaya. Darwaza band kiya, bistar par let gaya aur aankhein band kar li.
Aur pehle ki tarah neend door-door tak nahi thi… balki is baar main ek pal mein gehri neend mein so gaya.
Jaise ek baby so raha ho.
Us din ke baad Chand se milne ka silsila aur badh gaya tha.
Pehle kabhi-kabhi milta tha, ab har shaam. Kabhi paan wale ke dukaan ke paas, kabhi park ke bench par, kabhi market ke peeche wale khali ground mein. Main bahar nikalne ka bahana banata — “Ammi, thoda fresh air le aata hoon” — aur seedha uski taraf chala jata.
Ek shaam paan wale ke dukaan ke saamne bench par baith kar main chup-chaap baitha tha. Chand cigarette pi raha tha. Maine dheere se bola,
“Yaar Chand… boards sirf kuch hafte baki hain. Main din bhar plan banata hoon — 2 ghante maths, 1 ghanta science — lekin 10 minute baad dimag band ho jata hai. Kuch samajh nahi aa raha. Bahut dar lag raha hai… agar fail ho gaya toh ghar mein kya hoga, soch bhi nahi sakta.”
Chand ne ek gehra kas lagaya aur dhuaan chhodte hue bola, “Arre tension mat le yaar. Sab theek ho jayega.”
Maine sar hilaya. “Nahi yaar… relax karne ka mann karta hai. Dimag bilkul thak gaya hai. Kuch aisa chahiye jo thoda sa sukoon de de.”
Chand ne mujhe dekha aur muskuraya. “Relax karne ka sabse best tarika bataun?”
Main uski taraf dekha.
“Ganja,” usne casually bola. “Ek joint laga le. Saari tension udd jayegi. Dimag shaant ho jayega. Neend bhi achhi aayegi.”
Maine turant sar hila diya. “Nahi yaar… main cigarette bhi nahi pita. Yeh sab nahi.”
Chand hans pada. “Theek hai bhai, apni marzi.”
Lekin uske baad kuch din bahut mushkil guzre.
Main roz padhai ki koshish karta. Timer lagata, books kholta… lekin 10 minute baad wahi haal. Har raat Chand ka woh suggestion dimag mein ghumta rehta — “Ganja… saari tension udd jayegi.”
Teesre din shaam ko main phir uske paas pahunch gaya. Dil bahut bhari tha.
Maine dheere se bola, “Yaar… woh jo tune kaha tha… ganja… ek baar try kar sakta hoon kya?”
Chand ka chehra khil utha. “Smart ladka! Chal aaj hi try karte hain. Mere room chalta hai.”
Woh mujhe apne ghar le gaya. Chhota sa ganda single room tha — ek purana single bed, zameen par bikhre kapde, diwar par cigarette ke daag, aur ek chhoti si khidki se bhi hawa nahi aa rahi thi. Kamra puri tarah se badbudar aur ganda tha.
Chand ne darwaza band kiya, bed par baith gaya aur ek chhoti si packet nikali. Usne expertly joint banaya, sulgaya aur pehle ek kas laga kar mujhe de diya.
“Le… dheere se. Zyada mat kheench.”
Maine pehli baar try kiya. Pehla kas laga toh gala jala, khansi aayi. Chand ne peeth thapthapayi aur hans pada. “Dheere dheere yaar… ab doosra kas le.”
Maine doosra kas lagaya.
Aur phir… sab kuch dheere-dheere slow ho gaya.
Dimag bilkul shaant ho gaya. Saari tension, saare dar, saari padhai ki chinta… sab udd gayi. Main bed par let gaya. Chand kuch bol raha tha lekin mujhe sirf uski awaaz door-door se aa rahi thi.
Phir sab black ho gaya.
Jab aankh khuli toh raat ke 1 baje the. Main 6-7 ghante tak soya hua tha. Dimag itna relaxed tha jaise kabhi pehle hua hi nahi. Sharir halka, sukoon bhara. Jaise koi bojh utar gaya ho.
Lekin ghar pahunchte hi sab badal gaya.
Gate khulte hi Ammi aur Abbu dono hall mein khade the. Ammi ki aankhein laal thi, ro rahi thi. Abbu ka chehra laal ho raha tha gusse se.
“Idris! Kahan tha tu itni raat tak?!” Abbu chillaye. “Humne poore area mein dhoondha! Police bhi aayi thi ghar pe! Tujhe pata hai kitni der se tujhe dhoondh rahe the?”
Ammi ro-rote boli, “Beta… hum soch rahe the kuch ho gaya… phone bhi band tha… tu kahan mar gaya tha?”
Abbu ne aur tez awaaz mein daanta, “Ab yeh naya drama shuru kiya hai? Padhai chhod kar raat bhar ghumne lag gaya hai? Kal se ghar se bahar nikalne ki himmat mat karna!”
Main sirf chup-chaap khada tha. Unke chillane, unka gussa, unki pareshani… sab sun raha tha. Lekin andar kuch alag ho raha tha.
Mera dimag bilkul shaant tha. Koi dar nahi. Koi guilt nahi. Bas ek gehra sukoon.
Unke daantne ke baad main apne kamre mein chala gaya. Darwaza band kiya, bistar par let gaya aur aankhein band kar li.
Aur pehle ki tarah neend door-door tak nahi thi… balki is baar main ek pal mein gehri neend mein so gaya.
Jaise ek baby so raha ho.
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Kahani kaafi slow hai - realistic banane ke chakkar me writer sahab ne masala hi nahi dala hai.
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