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“bur maan gaya tu toh... chal acha nahi kar raha. Waise bhi lagta hai, jam khul gaya...”

Ab badi-badi gaadiya bhi thoda-thoda aage-peechhe hone lagi thi... ab ye pure driving skills pe tha ki kaun kitna daba kar kitna aage gadi nikal sakta hai... jaise hee hum log ghat chadhna shuru kiye the Ved ne apna helmet mujhe thama diya tha, taaki uski wo kisse-kahani wali Apsara uska chehra ache se dekh sake... waise Ved school me jaisa tha , waisa hee uska development aage bhi hua... matlab uska vahashipan samay ke sath badhta gaya. Use koyi kochak bas de ek baar... fir tamasha dekho. Ab toh wo 28 saal ka hatta-katta jawan tha. Isiliye toh Ericsson me jab bhi kisi ko kaatna hota toh main use aage kar deta tha.

“madarchod....... gaddha... ye betichod itne heavy heavy truck chal-chala ke gand maar diye hai sadak ki... ek aur gadwa.. madarchod... inki maa ko chod dalu” road paar bane gaddho ke kaaran jab Ved ko thodi taqleef hui toh uske muh se madhur vaani nikli.

“baap ke sath gadi me rahega toh aise mat bolne lagna be. ki... madarchod gadwa... madarchod gaddha... pelbo karega baapu tera nahi toh.... aur ye cement waala truck dekh, kitna bada hai ... is jaise do truck akele chale toh ghati me jam laga de...”

“mahtarichod , mod raha hai toh lagta hai ki...ek bhag Rewa me hai aur ek bhag Mirzapur me...”

Us cement waale truck ke kaaran mod me hume uske pichhe rukna pad gaya... kyunki saale ne baaye se lekar daaye tak pura road cover kar liya tha, waha paas sadak ki haalat jarjar hone ke kaaran bhayankar dust pad rahi thi wo alag... mod paar karne ke baad wo truck thodi der tak thik thak upar chadha, par fir ajeeb-ajeeb aawaz karte hue achanak se band ho gaya, jiske kaaran ek baar fir dust khate hue hum log uske pichhe the...

"माधरचोद... और लइले तीन नंबर मा... एक नंबर मे चढ़ नहीं रही इसकी गाडी... बुरचोदि के 3 नंबर मे लगा ले... रुक माँ चोदता हूँ इसकी..."Bullet start karke Ved dheere-dheere us cement wale vishal truck ke bagal se gadi nikalne laga aur siddha jaake truck waale ke bagal me bullet khada kiya... kaha tha naa kki ab wo school waala Ved bada hokar rakshas ban chuka hai....

truck ke rukne ke kaaran already pichhe fir se jam lag chuka tha , isliye humare rukne par pichhe walo me se koyi nahi chillaya aur naa hee kisi ne horn maara.... waise bhi jitni jagah me Ved bullet lekar khada tha, utne me sirf paidal hee jaya jaa sakta tha ya fir jo Ved ki taraf bahute jyada skilled driver ho toh adhik se adhik bike nikal sakta tha...

“naa re madarchod.... bhosdike, kaahe pele pada hai gadi, jab jam laga hai toh... nashe me chala raha hai”

“kya bola be...”apni seat se neeche jhank kar wo truck waala gurraya...

“tirachha truck khada karke aankh dikhayega madarchod... nanga karke gand me silencer chhua dunga. Madarchod, talwar nahi hai, nahi toh chaar tyre abhiye kaat-ta . fir bula leta jisko bulana hai... teri chachi ka pond... gadchatt ... Fatherchod , mil madarchod tu dhal me... pakad ke dayichod chhuhiya ghati se neeche nahi fek diya toh bolna... tu aa... ghatiya paar karke...”

Itna bolkar Ved ne Bullet aage badha diya... wo truck waala bhi kuch nahi bol paaya. Kuch door tak toh hum log aise hee idhar, udhar karke aage jaise-taise badhte rahe... par ek jagah aisa jam mila ghati me ki.... aadmi side se sirf paidal aage jaa sakta tha, wo bhi ek bar me sirf ek.... Maine aas-paas walo se puchha tab itni der baad pata chala ki ye jam aakhir laga kyun hai... wo actually subah-subah hee do truck wale aamne-saamne se ek mod par takra gaye the… jiski vazah se pura road block ho gaya tha…

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“kaha tak padh liya be… thodi der me Saxsena bulane wala hai tujhe aur wo bio wali full khunnas khayi hai tere pe… hard-hard question puchhegi…”agle din lunch time me jab Ranjan humari class me aaya toh uske aate hee Ved uspe kood pada…

“2 chapter khatm hai… ek-ek shabd ghot ke pee gaya hu. Pahle main itne dhyan se kabhi nahi padha, lekin ab jab padh raha hu toh lagta hai ki pahle kyun nahi padha… kitna knowledge milta hai, yar. tum dono ka kaha tak pahucha…”

“abey humara school shuru hone se pahle hee complete hai…”Ved hasne laga…

“Sanjana se tu fb me baat kiya kya….”maine aise hee bina koyi khas interest darshate hue Ranjan se puchha

“kyun…”

“chal dikha kya-kya baat kiya… abhi tujhse patwate hai Sanjana ko…”itna kahkar Ved ek baar fir khis niporne laga

“chub pe… I mean... chup be… tu aur Ranjan wo main us-se baat naahi kiya na us din ke baad toh socha puch loon..… kuch bol rahi thi kya mere bare me…?”maine puchha... kyunki jis din clash of canvas ka result aaya tha, us din ke baad meri Sanjana se baat tak nahi hui thi aur ab mujhe ahsaas hone laga tha ki... usko kitna bura laga hoga.

“nahi toh… kuch bhi nahi boli , tere bare me... waise bhi mujhse jyada tu jaanta hoga Sanjana ko... ye chugali-vugli.. peeth pichhe burayi karne ki aadat uski nahi hai... bas Riya aur tu friends hai ya fir kuch aur … ye puchh rahi thi, ek baar mujhse”

“ wo competition me participate kar rahi hai na…?”maine agla sawal daga

“haan…. Aur Riya…?”

“uski toh painting bhi taiyar hai… ekdum hatke theme hai… hospital me uski maa baithi hui hai aur wo udas hokar apne maa ke saamne leti hui hai… mera matlab uski maa leti hui hai aur wo udas baithi hui hai... dono ek dusare se kuch kah rahe hai, lekin aankho se… aur bas usi ankh pe Riya ki puri painting based hai… ”

Aur tabhi ek bio wala ladka humare class me ghusa aur Ranjan ko aawaz dekar bola ki, Saxsena aur bio wali mam ne use principal office me bulaya hai….

“wish me luck…guys”

“abey kahe ka luck.. ye koyi MCQ thodi hai… idhar koyi luck nahi chalta… chal ja aur faad de… bio wali ki… ”Ranjan ka saahas badhate hue Ved bola “jaa aur uski chut faad ke bachadani nikal ke tahas-nahas kar de usko.... taaki next time jab wo Garib Gang ka naam sune toh uske muh se moot nikal jaaye, Garib Gang Rocks...”

“abey itna bhi josh nahi dena hai..… anyway.. Ranjan, all the best.”maine kaha….

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“abbeeyyyyy… pelwayega kya… aise break lagate hai, bhosdike…”Jab Ved ne jhatke se Interceptor ko roka toh main bola

“lawde dikh nahi raha saamne , ab kya gadi uda ke le jaun..”

“toh jab aage badh nahi sakte toh aage badha kyun raha hai... shanti se khada rah, jaise baaki khade hai...”main fir jhallaya kyunki Ved ye bahut der se kar raha tha...

“saamne dekh... maal hai scooty me... ab dekh main karta hoon”

saamne scooty wali ladki ka dhyan aakarshit karne ke liye Ved ne horn maara… lekin wo scooty waali peechhe nahi mudi… tab Ved ne dusari baar horn maara aur jab ladki fir bhi pichhe nahi mudi toh back to back horn bajane laga… lagatar horn bajane laga aur tab tak bajata raha jab tak ki wo scooty waali khunnas me pichhe nahi palat gayi...

“kyaaaaa haiiii… dikhayi nahi deta ki jam laga hua hai…”pichhe mudkar wo scooty wali hum dono par barasi

“arey madam , aap toh bura maan gayi.. mujhe dikh raha hai ki saamne traffic jam hai, main toh bas aapse puchh raha tha ki jam laga kyun hai…”

“mujhe kya pata…”

“aapko pichhe se dekh kar laga ki aap bum intelligent hogi , isiliye puchh liya... par aap nahi ho, khair koyi baat nahi...”

“heyyy.. you...”humari taraf ungali karke wo fir chillayi “tum jaise ladko ko achchhi tarah se jaanti hu main, khoobsurat ladki dekhi nahi ki line maarna chalu…. Lafange kahi ke...”

Itna kahkar us scooty wali ne apni gand seat se thoda upar karke , apne dono pair road pe chalakar scooty humse jitna door ho sakta tha utna door le gayi…

“bike start karke thok du kya be …isko.... ? Sala sirf itna puchha tha ki jam kyun laga hua hai aur itna kuch suna gayi… waise ye dekh… Chopra kya messege forword kiya hai group me…… ek archaeologist ne bataya hai ki Kohinoor hira Chhattisgarh ke Bastar jila me mila tha……… thanks to Chopra , mujhe bhi aaj pata chal gaya… ”

“Chopra lawda kuch din baad bolega ki pura Mahabharat bhi Chhattisgarh me hua tha, bas ladayi karne Haryana chale gaye the”

“aur reason bhi de dega ki .. Mahanadi me paani bhara hua tha…”

“dekhna apne college ke khooni ground ko hee naa bol de ki yahi Mahabharat hua tha…”haste hue maine kaha….. “sun naa... ek baar aur horn maar na..”

“jab traffic jam ka kaaran puchhne pe itna suna di toh… abki baar harassment ka case thok degi… seedhe”

“arey maar na… gariayegi toh peechhe bhag jayenge… tu horn maar…”

Aur fir mere jor dene pe Ved ne horn maara… jis-se us scooty wali ki jhaate sulag gayi , wo daant peesate hue fir peechhe mudi, par kuch kahti usse pahle hee Ved bol pada...

“sorry, wo galti se dab gaya tha….”

Itna kahne ke baad Ved peechhe muda aur hum dono hasne lage…

“ek aur baar... horn maar na…”us scooty wali ke aage mudte hee maine fir se kaha

“beta yadi isne aage-peeche walo ko bata diya na toh public mil ke aise pelegi na… land of white tiger jaane ke bajay land of yumraj pahuchenge seedhe… waisi bhi public khunnayi hui hai… jam se. sara gussa hum hee logo pe utaregi…”

“fir bhi kuch kar na… iski jal rahi hai… aur jala… ek kaam kar… wo spoon wala gana gaa naa apni besuri aawaz me jor-jor se….”

“haan ye thik hai… gaand na sahi, kaan toh faad hee sakta hu iska….. ready..?”

“always…”

“kaan me ungali daal le fir… abhi iski khoobsurati bayan karta hu…”bolkar Ved jor-jor se besuri aawaz me gaane laga…

I got my bowl full of froot loops, I’m just looking for a clean spoon….

I got my girl in the other room, Big Dynamite, BIG BOOOOOOOOM …..



Ye gaana mujhe ratti bhar bhi pasand nahi tha, lekin is samay bahut bhaa raha tha... scooty wali ki jo jal rahi thi, use kya hee batau... wo Ved ke besuri aawaz se itna tang ho gayi ki scooty wahi khadi karke hum dono ko bakte hue waha se door chali gayi....

“Big Dynamite, BIG BOOOOOM...”Interceptor ki kamaan mere hath me dekar jis taraf wo scooty wali gayi thi usi taraf do-char kadam jakar Ved fir se chillaya...

“dekh ke be.. pareshan hokar neeche naa kood jaaye..”



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“fir kya hoga…. Pair pakad ke fek diya Gupta ko ek taraf aur bench utha ke jis pair se Gupta ne maara tha, usi pe Bench patak diya. sale ka pair bhi toot gaya tha… isiliye toh ab halka-halka langda ke chalta hai aur ab kisi ko pair se nahi maarta… ”

“achha haan , yaad aaya… … khabar mili thi mujhe… par maine dhyan nahi diya tha us waqt , jyada..... ki... kaun maara, kaun maar khaya...”

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Is tarah is kaand ke sath aaj ka humara school samapt hua aur school khatm hone tak, jin-jin ldko ko Gupta ji ne bina saabun aur paani ke dhoya tha , wo khabar 11th, 12th me lagbhag sabhi ko pata chal gayi thi… fir chahe wo commerce wale ho , ya fir bio wale… sabhi ke kaano me ye breaking news flash ho rahi thi .. ki... kaun pelaya... kis tarah pelaya. Kaise wo gidgida kar Gupta ji se raham ki bheekh maang rahe the Aur jab wo teeno shoorveer class se nikle toh sab un teeno ka sabke saamne Mazak udane lage aur jo unka mazak nahi uda rahe the wo… bina kuch kahe, unhe dekh kar sirf hans rahe the…. Wo teeno sharam se apni gardan uthane tak ka saahas nahi kar paa rahe the. Bas jald se jald kisi tarah yaha se, in Mazak banana waalo se, is school se is samay door chale jaana chahte the. Unka kaleja aur fat pada... jab ladko ke sath ladkiya bhi unka Mazak udaane lagi... especially junior girls. Aur kal se pura school isme shaamil hone walaa tha. Ye mere school ki sabse kharab baat lagti thi mujhe , kyunki aise hee har hafte kisi na kisi ka pure school me Mazak banta tha… jo Mazak banate , wo toh is baat ko ghar jakar bhool jate the… par jiska Mazak banta tha, uska vayktitva hee achanak se badal jata…. Wo ajeeb hee harkate karne lagta tha… aisa pahle bhi hua tha... aaj bhi ho raha tha aur aage bhi hone wala tha… mujhe kharab to lagta , par main kar bhi kya sakta tha…? siway iske ki agle din jab wo school aaye, yadi aaye toh… unse pahle ki tarah bina aaj ka jikra kare unse waise hee baat karu, jaise pahle karta tha…. jaise ki kal kuch hua hee na ho. par sabki soch aisi nahi thi….

“thank you yar, Bhatti…. I love you…”daudkar achanak mere gale lagte hue Ranjan bola... jisse mera dhyan un teen ladko se toota

“aisa kya kar diya maine… sirf videogame khelne ke liye hee toh bulaya hai…”

“chheee lawda…. Aakkkk thooo”Ranjan ko mere gale laga dekh Ved buri si shakal banakar bola aur khakharne laga…

“tujhe kya hua…”

“thhuuuu lawda…”waha se seedhe neeche thook kar Ved bola, jo seedhe neeche se gujar rahi ek ladki ke sar par gira…

“arey , madarchod…” turaant neeche baithkar chhipte hue Ved ne kaha

“nikal gayi wo…… khada ho ja, maloom hee nahi chala use…”

“bach gaye….”wapas khade hote hue Ved ne kaha “aur ye kya gay-yapa laga rakhe ho tum dono…. Waise main soch raha tha ki yadi… tum dono ek dusare se door rahoge toh kaun sa gaana ek-dusare ki yaad me gaoge…”

“kaun sa gayenge… bata toh..”seedhiyo se neeche utarte hue maine puchha…

“tum dono , ye wala gaana gaoge…. Aaja sawariya… aah… aah… aah…. Laad se laad mila… oooo… Laad se laad mila... ”

“waise main Videogame ke liye thank you, nahi bol raha tha… bhatti ”Ved ke gaane ko beech me hee rok Ranjan bola

“fir kisliye…?”

“wo Sanjana ne meri request accept kar li aur jab maine use messge kiya toh boli ki tere kahne pe ki hai…”

“ye le… ek aur Sanjana ka aashiq aa gaya… ab toh wo ek story bhi likh sakti hai apne love life pe…. Three Boys of My Life….”do-do seedhiya ek sath kood kar paar karte hue Ved ne kaha

“teen… kaun… kaun…”Ranjan ne puchha

“ek Jafar, ek tu aur ek…..”

“aur ek… Sanjana ka jija… Karan Naik…”Ved mera naam leta, uske pahle hee main bol pada… jiske baad Ved samajh gaya aur usne aage kuch nahi bola…

“uska jija… Karan Naik…?”

“arey kuch nahi….”Ranjan ke kandhe par hath rakhte hue main bola “ek baar wo aise bata rahi thi mujhe ki Karan Naik, uske sath baat-baat pe flirt karta hai… normal hai ye… jija-Sali ke beech… waise kab aayega Video-game khelne…”

“thodi der baad… abhi dhaba jaunga, kuch account ka lafda hai toh papa ne bulaya hai… ek kaam karo, mere sath tum dono bhi chalo… wahi khayenge… fir sath me aayenge”

“main nahi jaa raha…. Ved ko le ja… mere ko Riya se kuch baat karni hai…”

“chal Ved, chalega…”

“areyyy… ye bhi koyi puchhne wali baat hai… chudayi aur puchh-puchh”

“chudayi....”Ranjan apna sar khujane laga ye sunkar... Sexy Saahityakar se uska parichay abhi nahi hua tha, isliye wo Ved ke is kathan ko thik se nahi samajh paya

“uska matlab tha... neki aur puchh-puchh.... Sexy Saahityakar hai naa.. normal baat nahi karta...”maine Ranjan ka doubt clear kiya

Ved , Ranjan ke sath usi ki bike me nikal gaya aur idhar main.... main gate me intezaar karne laga………............... Sanjana ka. Jo ki apni saheliyo ke sath kuch hee door me thi aur ab meri taraf hee aa rahi thi…

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“ok byeee… girls… kal milte hai fir…”gate ke bahar aane ke baad Sanjana apne saheliyo se boli

“bye… muuuaaahhhaaaa….”uski saheliyo ne Sanjana ko udati hui chummi di, jise maine pakad liya

“wowww… kabhi, mujhe bhi dila de…. Kab tak single rahunga…”

“chal, jyada stud mat ban…”turant ek kohni mere pet me markar apne saheliyo ki chummi mere hath se wapas lekar Sanjana aage badh gayi … “Ved tere sath nahi hai....? school me toh dikha tha, mujhe. Fir kaha hai....”

“yahhhhaaaaa …… 1 point…”bina lund ki taraf ishara kiye main khushi se jhoom utha.... “Ranjan ke sath gaya hai…”

“tu kyun nahi gaya...? aur pahle chillaya kyun... yaaahaaaaa bolkar ? aur ye 1 point… ye kya hai....?”

“kuch nahi… aunty ki tabiyat kaisi hai….”

“thik hai…”

“wo Sunayana mam… aaj school , nahi aayi toh…. laga ki. anyway, hospital chalna hai…? Main taiyar hu tere sath chalne ke liye…”

“tu kab se meri itni parvaah karne laga…”

“aaj se, infact abhi se…”

“naaa… Jafar ke sath already baat ho chuki hai meri… wo jayega mere sath”

Jafar ka naam sunte hee main shant ho gaya… matlab ekdum se shant… matab waise hee shant maano main abhi shamshan me hu aur saamne Gupta ji ki laash jal rahi ho... matlab us level ki shanti aur shant hokar Sanjana ke sath sadak par chup-chap chalne laga….

“waise mujhe maloom hai, tu kyun mujhe hospital le jaana chahta hai… ?”

“really....?”

“kyunki tujhe toh bike dete nahi uncle, aise ghumne ke liye… especially , jab se garmiyo me tu bike lekar naali me ghus gaya tha.. isliye, Mere bahane , tu ghar se bike lega aur mujhe hospital ke gate me utar kar… Riya ke ghar ke aas-paas ghumte hue role maarega… Atti Bhatti...”

“how could you.....even..... know that….”jab Sanjana ne ekdum correct guess mara toh mere muh ke sath mera sab kuch fata ka fata rah gaya….

“tujhe bola na… jitna tu khud ko hoshiyaar samajhta hai… utna tu hai nahi . aur beta, muh band kar le… warnaa muh me koyi thook dega”

“waise kya ghatiya painting banayi hai tune…”

“how could you..... even..... say that....”

jab mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki Sanjana ki beizzati ke reply me kaise uski beizzati karu toh maine ye bola... aur abki baar Sanjana ka muh ke sath sab kuch fata ka fata rah gaya… wo jaha thi wahi mujhe dekhte hue khadi ho gayi…

“beti, muh band kar le, warna muh me koyi thook dega.... aur aisa main nahi kah raha… infact mere liye toh wo painting best of the best hai. tu toh jaanti hee hai ki main tera sabse bada fan hoon. Ye toh Riya Rose aisa bol rahi thi, jab maine use wo painting dikhayi toh…”

“how could she……”

“arey chhod na… wo kya jaanegi, ki tune kitni mehnat se banayi thi wo painting… par jab wo burai karti rahi toh maine bhi use challenge de diya ki dum hai toh tujhse achchhi painting bana ke dikhaye…”

“tab wo kya boli…”

“arey kuch nahi… chal ghar…”

“tu bata wo kya boli…”

“kya karegi jaankar.. chal ghar..”

“tu bata ..”

“arey ye sab toh normal hai, Silky... chalta rahta hai. waise bhi apne Yug Purush ka ek dialogue hai...”

“bhaad me gaya tera Yug Purush... tu seedhe-seedhe bata nahi toh yahi pe leta-leta ke peeeeluuuungiiiii..."ye bolte-bolte Sanjana chup ho gayi...,

kyunki usko shayad laga ki use is word ka istemaal nahi karna chahiye tha... par mujhe Sanjana ko aise awkward situation me dekh andar hee andar bahut maza aa raha tha aur apne is maze ko aur badhane ke liye.....

"kya boli tu.... abhi...?"jabardasti chaukte hue , apni aankhe badi-badi karte hue maine kaha

"kya boli.. kuch nahi boli.... main.."

"tu abhi kuch pelllll..."

"sorry, mera matlab tha.... maarungi... lita-lita ke..."wo mujhe beech me hee rok kar boli....
Sochne ki baat hai jab arman ki bahaduri ke charche chal uske school me chal rahe the tab uski college me khooni ground me pelai ho rahi hogi 😂😂
 

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“bur maan gaya tu toh... chal acha nahi kar raha. Waise bhi lagta hai, jam khul gaya...”

Ab badi-badi gaadiya bhi thoda-thoda aage-peechhe hone lagi thi... ab ye pure driving skills pe tha ki kaun kitna daba kar kitna aage gadi nikal sakta hai... jaise hee hum log ghat chadhna shuru kiye the Ved ne apna helmet mujhe thama diya tha, taaki uski wo kisse-kahani wali Apsara uska chehra ache se dekh sake... waise Ved school me jaisa tha , waisa hee uska development aage bhi hua... matlab uska vahashipan samay ke sath badhta gaya. Use koyi kochak bas de ek baar... fir tamasha dekho. Ab toh wo 28 saal ka hatta-katta jawan tha. Isiliye toh Ericsson me jab bhi kisi ko kaatna hota toh main use aage kar deta tha.

“madarchod....... gaddha... ye betichod itne heavy heavy truck chal-chala ke gand maar diye hai sadak ki... ek aur gadwa.. madarchod... inki maa ko chod dalu” road paar bane gaddho ke kaaran jab Ved ko thodi taqleef hui toh uske muh se madhur vaani nikli.

“baap ke sath gadi me rahega toh aise mat bolne lagna be. ki... madarchod gadwa... madarchod gaddha... pelbo karega baapu tera nahi toh.... aur ye cement waala truck dekh, kitna bada hai ... is jaise do truck akele chale toh ghati me jam laga de...”

“mahtarichod , mod raha hai toh lagta hai ki...ek bhag Rewa me hai aur ek bhag Mirzapur me...”

Us cement waale truck ke kaaran mod me hume uske pichhe rukna pad gaya... kyunki saale ne baaye se lekar daaye tak pura road cover kar liya tha, waha paas sadak ki haalat jarjar hone ke kaaran bhayankar dust pad rahi thi wo alag... mod paar karne ke baad wo truck thodi der tak thik thak upar chadha, par fir ajeeb-ajeeb aawaz karte hue achanak se band ho gaya, jiske kaaran ek baar fir dust khate hue hum log uske pichhe the...

"माधरचोद... और लइले तीन नंबर मा... एक नंबर मे चढ़ नहीं रही इसकी गाडी... बुरचोदि के 3 नंबर मे लगा ले... रुक माँ चोदता हूँ इसकी..."Bullet start karke Ved dheere-dheere us cement wale vishal truck ke bagal se gadi nikalne laga aur siddha jaake truck waale ke bagal me bullet khada kiya... kaha tha naa kki ab wo school waala Ved bada hokar rakshas ban chuka hai....

truck ke rukne ke kaaran already pichhe fir se jam lag chuka tha , isliye humare rukne par pichhe walo me se koyi nahi chillaya aur naa hee kisi ne horn maara.... waise bhi jitni jagah me Ved bullet lekar khada tha, utne me sirf paidal hee jaya jaa sakta tha ya fir jo Ved ki taraf bahute jyada skilled driver ho toh adhik se adhik bike nikal sakta tha...

“naa re madarchod.... bhosdike, kaahe pele pada hai gadi, jab jam laga hai toh... nashe me chala raha hai”

“kya bola be...”apni seat se neeche jhank kar wo truck waala gurraya...

“tirachha truck khada karke aankh dikhayega madarchod... nanga karke gand me silencer chhua dunga. Madarchod, talwar nahi hai, nahi toh chaar tyre abhiye kaat-ta . fir bula leta jisko bulana hai... teri chachi ka pond... gadchatt ... Fatherchod , mil madarchod tu dhal me... pakad ke dayichod chhuhiya ghati se neeche nahi fek diya toh bolna... tu aa... ghatiya paar karke...”

Itna bolkar Ved ne Bullet aage badha diya... wo truck waala bhi kuch nahi bol paaya. Kuch door tak toh hum log aise hee idhar, udhar karke aage jaise-taise badhte rahe... par ek jagah aisa jam mila ghati me ki.... aadmi side se sirf paidal aage jaa sakta tha, wo bhi ek bar me sirf ek.... Maine aas-paas walo se puchha tab itni der baad pata chala ki ye jam aakhir laga kyun hai... wo actually subah-subah hee do truck wale aamne-saamne se ek mod par takra gaye the… jiski vazah se pura road block ho gaya tha…

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“kaha tak padh liya be… thodi der me Saxsena bulane wala hai tujhe aur wo bio wali full khunnas khayi hai tere pe… hard-hard question puchhegi…”agle din lunch time me jab Ranjan humari class me aaya toh uske aate hee Ved uspe kood pada…

“2 chapter khatm hai… ek-ek shabd ghot ke pee gaya hu. Pahle main itne dhyan se kabhi nahi padha, lekin ab jab padh raha hu toh lagta hai ki pahle kyun nahi padha… kitna knowledge milta hai, yar. tum dono ka kaha tak pahucha…”

“abey humara school shuru hone se pahle hee complete hai…”Ved hasne laga…

“Sanjana se tu fb me baat kiya kya….”maine aise hee bina koyi khas interest darshate hue Ranjan se puchha

“kyun…”

“chal dikha kya-kya baat kiya… abhi tujhse patwate hai Sanjana ko…”itna kahkar Ved ek baar fir khis niporne laga

“chub pe… I mean... chup be… tu aur Ranjan wo main us-se baat naahi kiya na us din ke baad toh socha puch loon..… kuch bol rahi thi kya mere bare me…?”maine puchha... kyunki jis din clash of canvas ka result aaya tha, us din ke baad meri Sanjana se baat tak nahi hui thi aur ab mujhe ahsaas hone laga tha ki... usko kitna bura laga hoga.

“nahi toh… kuch bhi nahi boli , tere bare me... waise bhi mujhse jyada tu jaanta hoga Sanjana ko... ye chugali-vugli.. peeth pichhe burayi karne ki aadat uski nahi hai... bas Riya aur tu friends hai ya fir kuch aur … ye puchh rahi thi, ek baar mujhse”

“ wo competition me participate kar rahi hai na…?”maine agla sawal daga

“haan…. Aur Riya…?”

“uski toh painting bhi taiyar hai… ekdum hatke theme hai… hospital me uski maa baithi hui hai aur wo udas hokar apne maa ke saamne leti hui hai… mera matlab uski maa leti hui hai aur wo udas baithi hui hai... dono ek dusare se kuch kah rahe hai, lekin aankho se… aur bas usi ankh pe Riya ki puri painting based hai… ”

Aur tabhi ek bio wala ladka humare class me ghusa aur Ranjan ko aawaz dekar bola ki, Saxsena aur bio wali mam ne use principal office me bulaya hai….

“wish me luck…guys”

“abey kahe ka luck.. ye koyi MCQ thodi hai… idhar koyi luck nahi chalta… chal ja aur faad de… bio wali ki… ”Ranjan ka saahas badhate hue Ved bola “jaa aur uski chut faad ke bachadani nikal ke tahas-nahas kar de usko.... taaki next time jab wo Garib Gang ka naam sune toh uske muh se moot nikal jaaye, Garib Gang Rocks...”

“abey itna bhi josh nahi dena hai..… anyway.. Ranjan, all the best.”maine kaha….

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“abbeeyyyyy… pelwayega kya… aise break lagate hai, bhosdike…”Jab Ved ne jhatke se Interceptor ko roka toh main bola

“lawde dikh nahi raha saamne , ab kya gadi uda ke le jaun..”

“toh jab aage badh nahi sakte toh aage badha kyun raha hai... shanti se khada rah, jaise baaki khade hai...”main fir jhallaya kyunki Ved ye bahut der se kar raha tha...

“saamne dekh... maal hai scooty me... ab dekh main karta hoon”

saamne scooty wali ladki ka dhyan aakarshit karne ke liye Ved ne horn maara… lekin wo scooty waali peechhe nahi mudi… tab Ved ne dusari baar horn maara aur jab ladki fir bhi pichhe nahi mudi toh back to back horn bajane laga… lagatar horn bajane laga aur tab tak bajata raha jab tak ki wo scooty waali khunnas me pichhe nahi palat gayi...

“kyaaaaa haiiii… dikhayi nahi deta ki jam laga hua hai…”pichhe mudkar wo scooty wali hum dono par barasi

“arey madam , aap toh bura maan gayi.. mujhe dikh raha hai ki saamne traffic jam hai, main toh bas aapse puchh raha tha ki jam laga kyun hai…”

“mujhe kya pata…”

“aapko pichhe se dekh kar laga ki aap bum intelligent hogi , isiliye puchh liya... par aap nahi ho, khair koyi baat nahi...”

“heyyy.. you...”humari taraf ungali karke wo fir chillayi “tum jaise ladko ko achchhi tarah se jaanti hu main, khoobsurat ladki dekhi nahi ki line maarna chalu…. Lafange kahi ke...”

Itna kahkar us scooty wali ne apni gand seat se thoda upar karke , apne dono pair road pe chalakar scooty humse jitna door ho sakta tha utna door le gayi…

“bike start karke thok du kya be …isko.... ? Sala sirf itna puchha tha ki jam kyun laga hua hai aur itna kuch suna gayi… waise ye dekh… Chopra kya messege forword kiya hai group me…… ek archaeologist ne bataya hai ki Kohinoor hira Chhattisgarh ke Bastar jila me mila tha……… thanks to Chopra , mujhe bhi aaj pata chal gaya… ”

“Chopra lawda kuch din baad bolega ki pura Mahabharat bhi Chhattisgarh me hua tha, bas ladayi karne Haryana chale gaye the”

“aur reason bhi de dega ki .. Mahanadi me paani bhara hua tha…”

“dekhna apne college ke khooni ground ko hee naa bol de ki yahi Mahabharat hua tha…”haste hue maine kaha….. “sun naa... ek baar aur horn maar na..”

“jab traffic jam ka kaaran puchhne pe itna suna di toh… abki baar harassment ka case thok degi… seedhe”

“arey maar na… gariayegi toh peechhe bhag jayenge… tu horn maar…”

Aur fir mere jor dene pe Ved ne horn maara… jis-se us scooty wali ki jhaate sulag gayi , wo daant peesate hue fir peechhe mudi, par kuch kahti usse pahle hee Ved bol pada...

“sorry, wo galti se dab gaya tha….”

Itna kahne ke baad Ved peechhe muda aur hum dono hasne lage…

“ek aur baar... horn maar na…”us scooty wali ke aage mudte hee maine fir se kaha

“beta yadi isne aage-peeche walo ko bata diya na toh public mil ke aise pelegi na… land of white tiger jaane ke bajay land of yumraj pahuchenge seedhe… waisi bhi public khunnayi hui hai… jam se. sara gussa hum hee logo pe utaregi…”

“fir bhi kuch kar na… iski jal rahi hai… aur jala… ek kaam kar… wo spoon wala gana gaa naa apni besuri aawaz me jor-jor se….”

“haan ye thik hai… gaand na sahi, kaan toh faad hee sakta hu iska….. ready..?”

“always…”

“kaan me ungali daal le fir… abhi iski khoobsurati bayan karta hu…”bolkar Ved jor-jor se besuri aawaz me gaane laga…

I got my bowl full of froot loops, I’m just looking for a clean spoon….

I got my girl in the other room, Big Dynamite, BIG BOOOOOOOOM …..



Ye gaana mujhe ratti bhar bhi pasand nahi tha, lekin is samay bahut bhaa raha tha... scooty wali ki jo jal rahi thi, use kya hee batau... wo Ved ke besuri aawaz se itna tang ho gayi ki scooty wahi khadi karke hum dono ko bakte hue waha se door chali gayi....

“Big Dynamite, BIG BOOOOOM...”Interceptor ki kamaan mere hath me dekar jis taraf wo scooty wali gayi thi usi taraf do-char kadam jakar Ved fir se chillaya...

“dekh ke be.. pareshan hokar neeche naa kood jaaye..”



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You have described it perfectly. Whenever there is a jam on the road, the reaction of the people is the same and in such a situation, the mood is clearly bad. Well the way you made this scene funny, it touched my heart.
tirachha truck khada karke aankh dikhayega madarchod... nanga karke gand me silencer chhua dunga. Madarchod, talwar nahi hai, nahi toh chaar tyre abhiye kaat-ta . fir bula leta jisko bulana hai... teri chachi ka pond... gadchatt ... Fatherchod , mil madarchod tu dhal me... pakad ke dayichod chhuhiya ghati se neeche nahi fek diya toh bolna... tu aa... ghatiya paar karke.
:lol:
jaa aur uski chut faad ke bachadani nikal ke tahas-nahas kar de usko.... taaki next time jab wo Garib Gang ka naam sune toh uske muh se moot nikal jaaye, Garib Gang Rocks...”

WTF...:roflol:

The story lacked a scary scene, now we'll romance with ghost, :cool: Poor innocent girl has been bothered by both of them, :sigh: I think she will push Veda and drop it in the ditch. :lotpot: :approve:
As always the update was great, You are writing very well, Now let's see what happens next, Till then waiting for the next part of the story.

Thank You...
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