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UPDATE 9 : PART 1 AND PART 2Drop ho gaya hai doston… ab aap ke bas do kaam—masti mein padhe aur dil se like kare aur comment karna mat bhulna apni feedback jaroor share kare”
Update 2 –FLASHBACK-10 SAAL PEHLE (14th May , 2015)
“Bachpan ki Dhadkanein”
Ek purana, shandar kothi ka bada sa aangan. Dopehar ki dhoop, Dhoop deewar par khilkhila rahi thi, hawa mein masoom hansi ki goonj thi. Ek chhota baccha, sirf teen saal ka, nange pair, gol-matol gaalon ke saath, poore courtyard mein bhaag raha tha.
Peeche ek aurat, ek plate mein roti aur doodh lekar, usse bulati ja rahi thi.
Mama (bechain lekin pyar bhari awaaz mein): “Are ruk ja beta…zid mat kar. khana toh kha le. Itni shaitani achchi nahi… gir jaayega tu!”
Baccha rukne wala nahi tha. Uske hothon par sharaarati muskaan thi.
Baccha (khilkhilate huye): “Nahi mama…mujhe Pehle pakad ke dikhao! Tabhi mein khana khaunga…Mujhe koi nahi pakad sakta!”
Poore ghar ke 20–25 log—naukar, rishtedaar, chhote bacche—sab uski masti dekhkar muskara rahe the. Kuch use rokne ki koshish karte, par wo itna tez tha ki kisi ke haath aata hi nahi tha.
Ek Naukar (hansi ke saath): “Arrey wah!Yeh toh baaz ki tarah udd raha hai.” “Bada badmaash hai … pakad hi nahi aata.”
Lekin kismat ki baat aur hoti hai. Suddenly Baccha aangan ke kone ki taraf bhaagta hai, aur achanak uske pair phisal jaate hain. Dhadd se girta hai.
Mama (cheekh kar): “Betaaa!”
Zameen se takraate hi uske chhote ghutne se khoon behne lagta hai. Wo cheekhta hai—
Baccha (rote hue): “Mamaaa!”
(Sab log shock ho jaate hain. Mami daud kar uske paas pahunchti hai. Bache ke ghootne se khoon nikal aata hai. Ravi aansu bhar kar chillata hai.)
Ek pal ke liye sab thamm jaata hai. Uski cheekh itni gehri thi ki deewar tak sunnar ho gayi. Aankhon mein aansu, zameen par lahu… aur phir sab kuch andhera.
Ek jhatke se uski aankhen khul gayi. Saans tez, maatha pasine se bheega. Ab wo baccha nahi raha, ek jawaan aadmi tha.
Wo apne aapko ek purane se pahadi ghar ke kamre mein paata hai. Kamre mein ek purani charpai (bed) thi, jispar wo lete-lete uth baitha.
Usne apni hathon ko dekha—jaise abhi bhi usme wohi bachpan ka khoon laga ho. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si kadvi muskaan thi.
Kashmir Ki Wadiyon Mein
Location: Kashmir – ek chhota sa pahadi gaon, jahan har subah khushbuon aur yaadon se bhari hoti hai.
Bahar se pahadon ki khamoshi aur prakriti ki awaaz aa rahi thi—
pankhiyon ki gunganahat,
jharne ki sar-saraana,
aur door se behte nadiyon ki khilkhilahat. sab kuch ek saath milke jaise ek geet gaa rahe the.
Sab kuch ek ajeeb sukoon aur rahasya se bhara tha.
Charpai par baitha wo ladka abhi bhi adhoora jag raha tha. Sapne ki cheekh uske dil mein abhi bhi kahin gunj rahi thi.
Tabhi darwaaza khulne ki halki si aahat hui. Ek aurat—andar aayi. Uske chehre par ghabrahat ke saath saath pyar aur mamta thi..
Maa (ghabrate hue):
Beta, kya firse wohi sapna dekha…
Woh (andar hi andar, khud se): “Bachpan ke daag… kabhi bharte nahi. Har raat wohi awaaz… wohi cheekh.”
Wo ladka bolta hain nahi maa kuch nahi…. Mein uthke tayar ho jata hu, aap khana laga dijye…
Maa (muskurate hue): “Beta, jaldi kar. Aaj ka din khaas hai. Tera 10th ka result aane wala hai. Mandir chalna hai, bhagwaan se ashirwaad lena zaroori hai.”
Wo ladka maa ki taraf dekhta hai. Uski aankhon mein do emotions ek saath ubharte hain—ek darr, aur ek ummeed.
Woh (dheere se, jaise khud ko sambhalte hue): “Haan maa… main tayaar ho jaata hoon.”
Kamre ke ek kone mein rakha lota aur balti use yaad dilata hai ki ek nayi subah shuru ho rahi hai… par dil ke kisi kone mein abhi bhi kal raat ki cheekh gunj rahi thi.
Wo uth kar balti se paani nikalta hai. Thanda paani uske chehre par jaise zindagi ka ek naya jhatka deta hai. Uske andar ki thakan, wo sapna, sab ek pal ke liye dhul jaata hai.
Naha kar jab wo wapas aata hai, to maa uske liye ek saaf, safed kurta le aayi thi. Us kurte par maa ke haathon ki silai thi, jisme sirf dhaga nahi, uska pyar bhi buna tha.
Maa (kurta uske haath mein dete hue): “Yeh pehen le. Aaj ka din yaadgar hona chahiye.”
Wo kurta pehenta hai. Aaina uske saamne tha—par wo sirf apne chehre ko nahi dekh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa sawaal tha—kya aaj ka din uski zindagi badal dega?
Mandir ki taraf
Ghar ke bahar ki pathari li galiyan un dono ke kadmon se jag rahi thi. Maa aur beta ek saath chal rahe the. Upar pahadon par suraj poora nikal aaya tha, uski roshni nadiyon par padkar chandi ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
Mandir pahadon ki choti par tha. Uski ghanti ki awaaz door tak gunj rahi thi. Jaise har shabd, har dhadkan ko pavitra kar rahi ho.
Maa (mandir ke darwaze par ruk kar): “Beta, yaad rakhna. Result numbers se zyada insaaniyat aur himmat zaroori hai. Jo bhi ho, tujhe apni maa ka fakhr banna hai.”
Wo maa ke pair chhoota hai, aur andar mandir ke ghrabh-grih mein ghanti bajata hai.
Uski aankhon mein ek prarthna thi—
“Bhagwaan, jo bhi likha hai, bas meri maa ko kabhi nirash mat karna.”
“Mandir ki Baatein”
Mandir ki ghanti abhi bhi goonj rahi thi. Maa parikrama kar rahi thi, saree ka anchal sir par jalte hue, har kadam ke saath prarthna karti ja rahi thi.
Us waqt ladka mandir ke andar aage badhta hai. Pandit ji baithhe the—safed dhoti, tilak laga hua, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb si shanti. Lekin us shanti ke peeche jaise ek gahra samundar छुपा ho.
Woh pandit ji ke paas jaata hai, aur dheere se bolta hai:
Ladka (jhijakte hue): “Pandit ji… ek sawaal hai.”
Pandit ji (muskaan ke saath, jaise use pehle se sab pata ho): “Beta, mandir aane wale ke dil mein sawaal hamesha pehle se hota hai. Bas himmat chahiye usse poochhne ki. Poochho.”
Ladka kuch pal chup rehta hai, phir keh deta hai:
Ladka: “Mere jeevan ka raasta kaisa hoga? Aaj toh sabko lagta hai main jeet gaya… par andar se lagta hai jaise kuch bada hone wala hai. Kuch aisa jo sab kuch badal dega.”
Pandit ji uski taraf gahri nazar se dekhte hain.
Pandit ji (gehri awaaz mein): “Beta, teri kismat samundar ke jaisi hai—kabhi shaant, kabhi tufani. Aaj jo tu jeeta hai, wo sirf ek shuruaat hai. Aane wale dinon mein tujhe do raaste milenge—ek raasta tujhe aasman tak le jaayega, doosra raasta andheron mein ghaseet lega. Aur sabse badi baat… dono raaste ek hi manzil pe jaa kar milenge.”
Ladka ka dil tez dhadakne lagta hai.
Ladka: “Ek hi manzil? Matlab… kya main haar jaaunga?”
Pandit ji (thodi muskaan ke saath, par aankhon mein raaz): “Nahi beta… tujhe koi hara nahi sakta, jab tak tu apne sach se nahi bhagta. Yaad rakh, sabse bada shatru hamesha bahar nahi, kabhi kabhi apne andar bhi hota hai. Aur ek din… tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge.”
Ye sunkar ladka ka chehra safed pad jata hai. Jaise uske sapne ki cheekh aur pandit ji ki baat ek hi dor se judi ho.
Tabhi uski maa aati hai, saree ka anchal abhi bhi sir par jalte hue, aur kehti hai—
“Beta, aa jaa. Parikrama ho gayi. Chal ghar chalte hain.”
Ladka pandit ji ki taraf dekhta hai. Pandit ji bas ek halka sa ishaara karte hain, jaise keh rahe ho—“Yaad rakhna, aaj ki baat ek din tere jeevan ka asli imtihaan banegi.”
Ghar lautne ka pal…
Mandir se lautne ke baad Ravi aur uski maa ne ghar ka raasta pakda. Aaj uske kadam pehli baar halkaapan mehsoos kar rahe the.
Dopahar tak gaon mein khabar aa jaati hai. Postman pahadi raaste se chadhte hue ek envelope le aata hai. Us par school ka naam likha hota hai.
“Udaan ka Pehla Din”
Postman ke haath se envelope lekar usne dhadakte dil ke saath kagaz khola. Maa ki aankhen uske chehre par tiki thi—jaise us kagaz mein likha har shabd unke liye prarthna ka jawaab ho.
Hawa thodi tez chal rahi thi, par us kagaz ke har akshar ne samay ko rok diya tha. Uski aankhon ne pehla shabd padha—
“First Position – State Topper”
RAVINDRA MISHRA
S/O – Vashudev Mishra & Tulshi Mishra
Han ye koi aur nahi Ravi hai…
Ravi ek pal ke liye jam gaya. Jaise zameen ne uske pair rokh liye. Uski saanson ne apna raasta bhool liya. Aur phir—ek muskaan phoot nikli.
Jaise har pathar, har mod uski jeet ka geet gaa raha ho.
Pahadon par se guzar kar nadi ke kinare se hoti hui ek patli si raah ghar tak jaati thi. Har mod par charaagahen thi, jahan bheed char rahi thi, aur door-daraz se ghantiyaan baj rahi thi. Kashmir ki sard hawa uske kurte ko udh udh kar naach rahi thi.
Ravi (halki awaaz mein, jaise sapne se): “Maa… main… top kar gaya.”
Maa ke chehre par aansu baras gaye, lekin wo aansu dukh ke nahi, garv ke the. Unhone apne bete ko gale se lagaya, itna zor se jaise kabhi chhodna hi na ho.
Maa (roti hui, lekin muskurate hue): “Beta, tu toh meri umeed se bhi zyada nikla. Bhagwaan tujhe hamesha aise hi roshan kare.”
Gaon ke aas paas ke log bhi wahaan aa gaye the. Har koi usse mubarakbaad dene laga.
Ek padosi (haath milate hue): “Arre, yeh toh kamaal ho gaya! Hamare gaon ka ladka district ka topper ban gaya. Ab toh iska naam har jagah hoga.”
Mandir ki ghantiyaan door tak bajti jaa rahi thi, jaise khud bhagwaan bhi uski jeet ka jashn mana rahe ho.
Us moment mein usne apne aap se ek vaada kiya— “Yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Ab jo bhi karna hai, maa ki khushi aur izzat ke liye karna hai.”
Ravi aur maa ghar ke darwaze par aaye. Ghar ke samne ek bada sa seb ka ped tha, jiske neeche ek purani lakdi ki bench thi. Maa wahi baith gayi, aur Ravi ko andar jaane ko kaha.
Maa (thak kar, lekin khushi se): “Ja beta… thoda aaram kar le. Main chai banati hoon, tu toh aaj sach mein asmaan chhoo aaya.”
Ravi ek pal ko ruka… fir usne maa ka haath pakda, aur apne bhari dil se bas itna kaha:
Ravi: “Maa… main aaj sirf padhaayi mein nahi jeeta, tere sapne mein bhi jeeta.”
Maa bas aankhon se aansu baha kar muskara di. Kashmir ki us shaam mein, ek maa ki aankhon mein chandni chamak rahi thi.
“Raat Ka Mehmaan – Baba Ki Wapsi”
Shaam dhal gayi thi. Wadiyon mein suraj chhup chuka tha, lekin unka ghar ab bhi roshan tha—na sirf diye se, balki Ravi ki jeet ke prakash se.
Tabhi dur se ek purani cycle ki ghanti ki awaaz aayi.
Kharrr-kharr… tringg-tringg…
Ye awaaz jaise Ravi ke dil ki dhadkan ban gayi. Uske Baba wapas aa rahe the. Har raat ki tarah aaj bhi wo subah se sheher ke bazaar mein sabzi le jaane gaye the. Unka jhukta hua lekin garv se bhara kad ek purani si cycle par tha, jisme pichhle carrier par do boriyaan hoti thi.
Ravi (khidki se dekhkar): “Baba aa gaye!”
Ravi daudta hua bahar gaya. Baba ne cycle khadi ki, aur uski aankhon ne turant beta ke haath mein result ka kagaz dekh liya.
Baba (saansein phoolti hui, lekin aankhon mein chamak): “Ka… kaun sa paper hai beta?”
Ravi ne kagaz baba ke haath mein diya… Baba ne dheere dheere padhna shuru kiya…
"First Position – State Topper
RAVINDRA MISHRA
S/O – Vashudev Mishra & Tulshi Mishra"
Baba ka chehra ek pal mein badal gaya.
Unki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin wo aansu thakaan ke nahi, fakr ke the.
Baba (rukhi awaaz mein, lekin bhaav bhare hue): “Tu… tu toh hamara naam roshan kar diya, beta.
Yeh jo cycle chala raha hoon na… ek din tu mujhe car mein bithayega.
Aur main sabko bolunga—yeh mera beta hai… Ravi Mishra, jo Kashmir ke pahadon se udaan bharta hai.”
Ravi ne baba ko gale se laga liya. Ek mazdoor pita aur ek sapne dekhta beta—dono ki aankhon mein naye sapne the, aur dil mein ek hi iraada:
“Ab rukna nahi hai.”
“Raat Ka Bhojan – Ek Parivaar Ka Milan”
Us raat Tulshi maa ne haath se rajma chawal aur kesar wali kheer banayi. Ghar ke chhote se kamre mein teen log—ek maa, ek pita aur ek beta—ek thali se khana baant rahe the.
Bahar thandi hawa chali, to maa ne Ravi ke kandhe par shawl daal diya.
Maa (muskurate hue): “Padhai toh jeet gaya… ab zindagi jeetni hai.”
Baba (gambhir lekin naram awaaz mein): “Beta, tu zameen se juda rehna. Topper banna asaan hota hai, par insaan banna mushkil. Aur yaad rakh… kabhi bhi apni maa ki aankhon mein aansu na laana. Fakr ke aansu theek hain… baaki nahi.”
Ravi bas un dono ko dekhta raha…
Unke chehre, unke haathon ke jhuriyan, unki thakaan—sab kuch uske liye ek kitaab ban chuki thi.
Ek kitaab, jisme likha tha—“Kaamyabi ka asli matlab sirf jeet nahi, shukr bhi hota hai.”
Kashmir Ki Raat – Sapno Ki Chadar Tale
Us raat Ravi chhat par lete hue aasman ki taraf dekhta raha. Taare aaj kuch zyada hi chamak rahe the. Uske sapne ab sirf uske nahi rahe, poore parivaar ke ho gaye the.
Tabhi usse pandit ji ke shabd yaad aaye—
"Do raaste milenge… dono ek hi manzil tak le jaayenge."
"Tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge…"
"Sabse bada shatru kabhi kabhi apne andar hota hai…"
Aur… “Tyag.”
Uske chehre par muskaan thi, lekin aankhon mein ek chhupi hui ladai.
Wo jaanta tha—jeet sirf shuruaat thi.
“Raahon Ka Chunaav”
Scene: Kashmir ka Gaon → Delhi ki Duniya
Gaon ki Subah – Form Bharne Ka Din
Ek subah Ravi apni purani wooden table par baitha tha. Saamne laptop nahi, ek form ka printout tha.
Pen haath mein tha, aur maa ek purani almari se uske mark sheet, birth certificate, aur residence proof nikaal rahi thi.
Maa (saaf karte hue kagazon ko): "Beta, yeh sab sambhal ke rakhna. Sheher mein documents hi pehchaan ban jaate hain."
Ravi ne deep breath liya aur admission form bharna shuru kiya:
Admission Form Details – Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar
Name: Ravindra Mishra
Father's Name: Vashudev Mishra
Mother's Name: Tulshi Mishra
Date of Birth: 4th Mar, 2000
Class Applying For: 11th – Science Stream
Last School Attended: Govt. School, Baramulla (J&K Board)
Marks Obtained: 98.9% (State Topper)
Contact Number: 9862990
Address: Mishra Bhawan, Pahadi Gaon, District Baramulla, J&K
Form ke end mein ek declaration tha:
"Main satya pratigya karta hoon ki upar diya gaya sabhi vivaran satya aur sahi hai.
Agar kuch galat paya gaya, to mera pravesh raddh kiya jaa sakta hai."
Ravi ne sign kiya: Ravindra Mishra.
Uske baad form aur sabhi documents ek envelope mein daal kar Speed Post se bhej diya gaya.
Destination:
Principal, Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar, New Delhi – 110024
Teen Din Baad – Ek Naya Lifafa
Shaam ke waqt jab Ravi chhat par kitaab padh raha tha, tabhi postman aaya.
Postman (muskura kar): "Ravi babua ke liye Dilli se lifafa aaya hai!"
Maa ne darwaza khola, Ravi ne daud kar letter liya. Golden border wala envelope tha.
Upar likha tha:
“Delhi Public Higher Secondary School – Admission Office”
Ravi ka dil zor zor se dhadakne laga.
Admission Letter (Offer Letter)
To,
Mr. Ravindra Mishra
S/O Shri Vashudev Mishra
Village – Pahadi gaon, Dist. Baramulla, Jammu & Kashmir
Subject: Admission Confirmation for Class XI (Science Stream)
Dear Mr. Mishra,
We are pleased to inform you that based on your outstanding academic performance and merit position (State Topper – J&K Board), you have been granted admission to Class XII (Science) at Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar.
Please find below your admission details:
Admission Number: DPHS/2025/0631
Stream: Science (PCM + Computer Science)
Reporting Date: 1st June, 2015, 9:00 AM Sharp
Orientation Date: 2nd June, 2015
Session Starts: 3rd April 2026
Documents to Carry:
Original 10th Marksheet
State Topper Certificate
Birth Certificate
ID Proof (Aadhaar / PAN)
Passport Size Photos (5 copies)
Migration Certificate from J&K Board
Kindly note, hostel allotment for outstation students will be done on 1st June post reporting.
We congratulate you once again and welcome you to our institution.
With regards, Principal, Delhi Public Higher Secondary School
(Affiliated to CBSE)
Tayyari – Sheher Jaane Ki
Baba ne Ravi ke liye ek naya suitcase kharida – dark blue colour ka, aur usme:
Naye kapde
Notebooks, pens
Maa ka diya hua bhagwan ka chhota sa photo
Aur ek rumal jisme Tulshi Mishra ne chhup kar kesar aur mishri baandh ke rakha tha — "safalta ke liye shagun"
Maa (aankhen bhar aayi): “Yeh rumal tere bag mein rahega… jab kabhi tanha lage, pakad lena.”
Kashmir Se Dilli Ki Yatra – Ek Nayi Subah Ka Safar
Ravi ne khidki ke paas baith kar pehli baar Kashmir ke pahaadon ko peeche chhodte hue dekha.
Jaise kahani ki pehli kitab band ho rahi ho… aur doosri shuru.
Uske bag mein form tha, letter tha, aur sapna tha…
Lekin dil mein kahin ek purani cheekh ab bhi gunj rahi thi.
Train Scene – “Safar ka Anjaana Saathi”
Jammu Tawi Express dheere-dheere platform se nikal rahi thi. Jammu Tawi Express ne speed pakad li thi. Ravi apni lower berth wali seat par baitha tha. Window ke bahar pahad peeche chhoot rahe the, Maa ka diya hua rumal uske bag ke andar tha, aur uske dil me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat. Ravi apne seat par baitha soch raha tha—“Yeh safar sirf ek sheher ka nahi… zindagi ka naya mod hai.”
Train ne speed pakdi hi thi ki saamne ke compartment se thodi hungamaai awaaz sunayi di.
Tabhi ek halki si füsfüsaahat uske kaan tak pahunchi—
“Arrey madam… itni akeli kyu khadi ho?”
Ravi ne dekha—teen ladke ek ladki ki ke paas khade the. Ladki ki umar Ravi ki hi aas-paas thi. Uske chehre pe dar tha, par usne awaaz nahi nikali.
Ladka 1 (teekhi muskaan ke saath):
“Book side pe rakh de… humein bhi padha de zara.”
Ladka 2 (aankh maar kar):
“Train lambi hai… safar bore ho jaayega… thoda timepass kar le.”
Ladka 3 (bottle khinch kar):
“Arre, pani tu akele pi rahi hai? Humare saath share kar le na…”
Dusra uske bag ko kheenchne laga, “Arre dekh yeh kitna bada bag hai… kya-kya chhupa rakha hai isme?”
Sab passengers chup baithe the—kuch ne nazar jhuka li, kuch ne bas dekh kar ignore kar diya. Compartment me ek ajeeb si khamoshi cha gayi thi.
Ravi ki aankhon me ek dum gussa aa gaya. Usne turant seat se uth kar un ladko ke paas jaakar kaha. Usne bas ek line boli—
“Bas karo,Chhod do usse.”
Ek gunda hansi uda kar bola—
“Arre hero banega? Chal tu apni seat dekh…”
Wo ladke hansi udate hue uski taraf aage badhe. Ek ne Ravi ko dhakka diya, par agle hi pal Ravi ne uska haath pakad kar itni zor se mod diya ki uske mooh se cheekh nikal gayi. Ladka dard se chillaya.
Phir Ravi ne collar se pakad kar side ki wall se de maara.
Ladki ka chehra ab bhi dar se safed tha, lekin Ravi ne usse haath ke ishare se chup rehne ko kaha.
Dusre ne Ravi par punch maara, par Ravi ne jhuk kar uske pair ko kheench liya—wo seedha floor par gira. Teesra Ravi ki taraf aaya, par tab tak TC aur kuch passengers bhi khade ho gaye.
Ek aur gunda Ravi ke peeche se aaya aur uske sir par attack karne laga, lekin Ravi ne turant jhuk kar uska paair pakad liya aur zor se kheench diya. Ladka neeche gir gaya.
Ladki ab bhi chup thi, lekin uski aankhon me ajeeb sa dard tha—jaise kuch kehna chahti ho, par keh nahi pa rahi.
ab compartment me claps bajne lage. Ek buddhe uncle bole—
“Wah beta, aise hi samaj ke rakshak bante hain!”
TC bhi tab tak aa gaya tha. Un ladko ko turant agli station par utarwa diya . Sab passengers ne Ravi ki taareef ki.
Jab Ravi apni seat par wapas baitha, usne dekha—woh ladki uske bagal wali seat par aayi. Usne Ravi ko ek pal ke liye dekha, fir aankhen jhuka li.
Aankhon me aansu lekin awaaz narmi leke bas dheere se ek lafz kaha—
“Shukriya…”
“Thank you… agar aap nahi hote toh…”
Ravi (thoda muskurate hue):
“Bas, aap apni seat pe safe baithe. Ab koi kuch nahi kahega.”
Aur jab ladki apni seat par bethi… usne dhyaan diya ki uski ticket ka number exactly Ravi ki bagal wali berth tha.
Ravi ne khidki ke bahar dekha… jaise kismat usse naye raaste pe le ja rahi ho.
Dilli – Orientation Day
1st June ,2015 ko Ravi ne pehli baar Delhi ka traffic, bheed, aur hawaa mehsoos ki. Hostel pahunchte hi uska pehla sawal tha:
Ravi (reception par): “Mandir kaha hai yahan aas-paas?”
Mandir ke baad – “Safed Gaadi ka Rahasya”
Subah ke time Ravi ek chhoti gali me se guzar kar mandir gaya. Ghanti bajayi, prarthna ki:
“Bhagwan… maa kabhi nirash na ho, bas itna de dena.”
Mandir se nikalte waqt Ravi ke chehre par sukoon tha. Usne socha—“Shayad yeh sheher bhi mera ho jaayega.”
Lekin hostel wapas lautne ke raaste par ek ajeeb ghatna hui.
Badi road cross karte waqt ek white SUV achanak speed se uske samne aa gayi. Driver horn bajate hue cheekha—
“Arey oye, dekh ke nahi chal sakta kya?”
Ravi ek pal ke liye freeze ho gaya. Uske pair jaise zameen me gad gaye.
Usi waqt kisi anjaane haath ne usse peeche se zor ka dhakka diya. Ravi road ke ek kone par gir gaya. Gaadi ek dum uske bagal se nikli—agar ek second late hota toh…
Gaadi ruk kar wapas nahi aayi. Ravi ne sir utha kar dekha, lekin bas number plate ki ek jhalak mili aur dhool ka badal.
Jo usse dhakka de kar bachaya tha, wo bheed me gayab ho chuka tha. Ravi ne aas-paas dekha… par koi pehchaan nahi aayi.
Usne apne ghutne par lagi chot ko dekha. Khoon beh raha tha—aur uske dimaag me turant wahi bachpan wala flashback aaya.
“Mamaaa!”
Wo chhota sa cheekhta baccha… aur aaj ka Ravi… dono ek hi dhadkan me jud gaye.
Ravi ne apne bag ko tight pakda aur dil me socha:
“Dilli ki zindagi shayad aasaan nahi hone wali. Yahan har mod par imtihaan hai.”
Aur wo chhup chaap hostel ki taraf chal pada… aankhon me darr bhi tha, lekin andar ek chhupi hui taakat bhi.
Ravi apne ghutne se behte khoon ko dekh kar ek pal ke liye khud se hi füsfüsaya—
“Kaun tha wo… aur yeh gaadi… mujhe kyu lagta hai yeh sirf ek accident nahi tha?”
Uske dimaag me turant Pandit ji ki baatein gunji—
“Ek din tere apne hi tujhe chor kahenge…”
“Sabse bada shatru kabhi kabhi apne andar hota hai…”
Ravi ka dil tez dhadakne laga. Usne aasman ki taraf dekha… aur mann me ek hi sawaal tha—
“Yeh safar sach me ek naya shuruaat hai… ya kisi bade tufaan ki dastak?”
Suspense Begins…
“Ye sirf accident tha… ya kisi ne jaan bujhkar mujhe marne ki koshish ki?”
Aur phir uske andar aur bhi sawal phootne lage:
Kisne Ravi ko dhakka diya aur bachaya bhi?
Wo safed SUV kiski thi? Aur kyu Ravi ko target banaya gaya?
Kya is ghatna ka connection us ladki se tha jo train me mili thi?
Kaun thi wo? Kyu akeli travel kar rahi thi? Aur uske chehre pe wo chhupi hui kahani kya thi?
Aur sabse bada sawaal—Ravi ka asli raaz kya hai, jo duniya se chhupaya ja raha hai?
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Yeh questions suspense ko alive rakhenge, aur reader agla page पलटने pe majboor ho jaayega.
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH BOYS HOSTEL – EVENING
Ravi mandir se laut kar apne kadmon ko HOSTEL ki taraf badhata hai…Thoda thaka hua, par aankhon mein ek nayi zindagi ka utsah.
Shaheed Bhagat Singh Boys Hostel — ek 3-floor L-shaped building. Lohe ka bada board:
“Shaheed Bhagat Singh Hostel – Estd. 1978”
Building Structure
Building 3 manzilon ki hai (Ground + 2 Floors).
Ground floor par warden office, reception, visitors’ lounge, dining hall aur study room hai.
Pehle aur dusre floor par rooms for students hain.
Har floor ke corridor ke dono taraf rooms hain.
Center mein ek bada courtyard hai jismein shaam ko students cricket ya badminton khelte hain.
Rooms
Total rooms: 120.
Har room mein 2 ya 3 students rakhne ki facility hai.
Room ka size: lagbhag 12x14 feet.
Har room mein 2,3 lohe ka bed, study table, kursi aur ek almari hoti hai.
Study Room & Library
Ground floor par ek study room hai jahan shaam ko sab students baith kar padhai karte hain.
Study room ke saath ek chhoti si hostel library bhi hai jismein general knowledge aur school syllabus ki kitaabein rakhhi hain.
Courtyard mein ladke cricket khel rahe hain, kuch bench pe hansi–mazaak. Shaam ki narangi roshni building par chamak rahi hai.
INT. HOSTEL RECEPTION –
Garmi ki halki si dhoop reception ki khidki se andar aa rahi hai. HOSTEL HALL bahot bada , saaf — ek counter, piche ek notice board, aur counter par BAITHA HAI EK 22 saal ki ladki, sundar si, simple but modern , salwar suit mein , register aur purana computer ke saath busy.
Reception Area
Entrance ke andar aate hi left side pe ek reception desk hai jahan par 22 saal ki young receptionist ladki baithi hoti hai.
Reception ke saamne ek chhota waiting area hai jisme 4–5 kursiyan aur ek notice board laga hai.
Character Introduction – Neha Sharma
Naam: Neha Sharma
Age: 22 saal
Height & Build: 5’5’’ tall, slim-fit aur graceful body language.
Looks: Fair–dusky tone, sharp nose, expressive brown eyes. Hamesha neat ponytail banati hai, halki kajal aur light lipstick lagati hai – simple but elegant.
Dressing Style: Cotton salwar-suit, dupatta shoulder pe neatly set. Professional aur decent look jo hostel environment ko suit karta hai.
Nature: Polite, friendly, lekin zarurat padne par strict bhi. Hostel students ke liye ek “didi” type.
Receptionist Girl
(smiling) :
Ji, aap Ravi Mishra hain na? Aapka bag safe hai. Room allotment ka number chahiye tha na?
Ravi
(halka jhijakte hue):
Haan… room number? Main abhi shift karna chahta hoon.
Receptionist file khol kar dekhti hai.
Receptionist Girl
(softly):
Aapko room number 214 diya gaya hai, second floor, left wing. Key le lijiye.
Ravi sir hila kar muskurata hai. Jaane hi wala hota hai ki tabhi gate se ek lamba-choṛa aadmi aur uske saath ek aurat andar aate hain.
Dono strong build, neat kapde; aadmi lagbhag 40 saal ka, 6′0″ lamba — chehra mulayam par aankhon mein taakat. Aurat thodi jawan dikhti, par uski muskaan garam-garam, mehmaan-navazi mein maahir.
Receptionist turant khadi hoti hai.
Aur us couple ki taraf ishara karti hai.
Receptionist Girl:
Aur haan… inse mil lijiye. Sir, ma’am… yeh hamare hostel ke naye warden hain. Aur yeh ma’am ladies hostel ki warden appoint hui hain.
Ravi
(thoda respectful ho kar , haath jod kar):
Namaste sir… namaste ma’am.
Mr. Raghav Singh
(gambheer awaaz, par friendly):
Namaste, Ravi. Tum naya student ho? Door se aaye ho?
Ravi:
Ji… abhi abhi aaya hoon. Kashmir se.
Mrs. Sunita Singh
(softly muskaan ke saath, maa jaisi):
Welcome Beta, ghar se door rehna aasaan nahi hota. Lekin yahaan tumhe apna ghar samajhna hoga. Hostel mein koi dikkat ho toh humein zaroor batana.
Ravi ek chhoti si muskaan deta hai.Ravi ke chehre par relief — jaise hostel mein ab uske liye ek guardian-type presence mil gayi. . . Usne bag uthaya aur corridor ki taraf chal diya. Kadmon mein ek nayi journey ki aahat hai.
INT. CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS
Ravi chal raha hai par beech mein ruk jaata hai. Uske chehre par ek halka sa guilt.
Ravi (soch mein, self-talk)
(whisper):
Arre… ghar call karna toh bhool hi gaya. Maa intezaar kar rahi hogi…
Woh turant hostel ke bahar nikalta hai , Shaam dhal rahi hai. Hostel ke bahar chhoti si dukan, jahan ek purana black landline phone counter ke kone pe rakha hai. Dukan mein biscuit ke packet, chips, cold drink ke bottle aur kuch stationery ke samaan latke hue hain.
Buzurg Dukaandaar chai sip karta hua Ravi ko dekhta hai. Ravi hesitant hai, aankhon mein thoda ghar–wali yaad.
Ravi
(haath jod kar):
Uncle… ek call karna tha. Maa se baat karni hai.
Dukandaar
(smiling):
Haan beta, kar lo. Maa ki awaaz sunoge toh thoda halka mehsoos hoga. Maa ki dua sabse badi cheez hoti hai.
Ravi coin dalta hai, trembling fingers se number dial karta hai. Beech-beech mein uska dil tez dhadak raha hai.
INT. KASHMIR – RAVI KA GHAR – SAME TIME
Chhota sa living room, jahan ek corner mein telephone rakha hai. Tulsi (Ravi ki maa) roti bel rahi hoti hai, tabhi bell bajti hai. Wo hansi ke saath receiver uthati hai.
Maa (Tulshi)
(awaaz mein pyaar aur fikr):
Hello… kaun?
Ravi… beta? Tu pahunch gaya? Safar thik se hua? Kuch khaya peeya?
Ravi
(awaaz bhari hui, par smile karte hue):
Haan maa main RAVI … main hostel aa gaya. Sab theek hai. Abhi reception se room allotment mila hai. Yahan log acche hain.
Maa:
Beta, ghar se door rehna aasaan nahi hota. Khud ka khayal rakhna. Raat ko late mat jagna, aur khana miss mat karna. Bhagwan tera bhala kare beta. Bas apna khayal rakhna. Khana time pe khana
Ravi
(soft tone):
Maa… yahan sab alag hai. Naye log, naya sheher. Thoda ajeeb lag raha hai… par aapki dua hai na.
Maa chup ho jaati hai, uski awaaz bhar aati hai.
Maa:
Beta… yaad rakhna, chahe tu kitni bhi door chala jaaye, meri dua hamesha tere saath hai. Teri ek awaaz mere liye sabse badi tasalli hai.
Ravi ke gale mein aansu atak jaate hain. Uska dil bhar jaata hai, par woh apne emotions dabata hai.
Ravi
(sambhalte hue):
Bas maa… … aap fikr mat karo …aapki awaaz sun ke hi lag raha hai main ghar mein hoon.
EXT. HOSTEL GATE – SAME TIME
Ravi phone pakde hue aankhen band kar leta hai. Uske chehre pe aansu girte hain, par lips pe halka sa smile hai.
“Dooriyon ne chahe dono ke beech faasla banaya tha, par maa–beta ke rishte ko koi doori kabhi kamzor nahi kar sakti.”
"Safar lamba hai, raaste anjaane hain,
Par maa ki duaon ke saaye, sab afsane hain.
Jahan bhi jaaye beta, maa ka pyaar saath hai,
Dooriyon ke bawajood, dil ka rishta khaas hai."
Phone rakhta hai. Dukaandaar usse dekh kar halka sa muskurata hai.
Dukaandaar:
Beta, maa ki dua sabse badi taaqat hoti hai. Ab lagta hai na halka?
Ravi
(smiling with moist eyes):
Haan uncle… ab lagta hai main sab kar paunga.
Ravi apna bag uthata hai aur hostel ki taraf wapas chal padta hai. Uske kadam ab pehle se zyada confident lagte hain.
INT. HOSTEL ROOM 214 – EVENING
Ravi key ghuma kar room kholta hai. Darwaza halki creak ki awaaz karta hai. Andar ek chhota sa kamra — ek taraf computer table, 2 bed; doosri taraf ek aur bed aur almari.
Room mein do ladke pehle se hain:
Ladka 1: Computer table pe baitha hua. Thin-framed specs, t-shirt aur jeans pehene hue. Screen par kuch typing kar raha hai, jaise project bana raha ho.
Ladka 2: Deewar ke sahare ulta hokar handstand exercise kar raha hai. Uske muscles tight hain, gym-type body. Pasina tapak raha hai, par face pe confident smile.
Ravi thoda hichkichata hai, bag pakad ke khada ho jaata hai.
Ravi
(thoda halki muskaan ke saath):
Namaste… main Ravi Mishra. Room allotment yahin ka hai… Room 214.
Personality: extrovert, friendly, har waqt energy se bhara, class mein popular aur ladkiyon se bhi fast dosti kar leta hai.
Kabir ne Ravi ke kandhe pe thapki di.
Kabir
(grinning):
Room 214 mein welcome, bhai! Ab hum teenon ki jodi bani — ek computer master (Amit), ek bodybuilder (main), aur ab tum… chal bata, tumhara talent kya hai?
Ravi:
(thoda sharmata hua, par confident hone ki koshish mein)
Main… Ravi Mishra, Kashmir se. Class 11th Science. Shayad… abhi talent dhoondhna baaki hai.
Tab teeno hans padte hain. Atmosphere light ho jaata hai.
Amit
(soft tone):
Tension mat lena Ravi. Yahan hostel mein shuruaat sabke liye tough hoti hai. Hum sab adjust kar lenge.
Kabir
(energy se):
Aur waise bhi, Room 214 famous hone wala hai! Humari team ekdum dhamaka karegi.
Teeno ladke ek saath apne apne beds par settle ho rahe hain. Room 214 ki lights peeli chamak se room garam aur apna sa lag raha hai.
"Yeh pehli mulaqat thi — Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ki. Teen alag shehron se, teen alag kirdaar… ek hi kamre ke chhote se aasmaan mein bandhe hue. Ab shuru hoga asli safar."
INT. HOSTEL ROOM 214 – FIRST NIGHT
Room ki lights jal rahi hain, halki peeli roshni. Window ke bahar se gaadiyon ka horn aur school ke compound ki halki awaazein aa rahi hain.
Teeno roommates — Ravi, Amit, Kabir — dinner ke baad apne apne beds par baithe hain. Kabir bed pe ulta tang faila kar lete hain, Amit table par laptop band kar ke Ravi ke paas aata hai.
Hawa mein nayi dosti ki khushboo hai.
Kabir
(grinning, aankhon mein chamak):
Toh bhai Ravi, batao… Kashmir se ho? Wahaan ke baraf, pahad, wahan ki hawa… sab dekhne ka mann karta hai.
Ravi
(muskaan ke saath, yaadon mein kho kar):
Haan… barf girti hai toh saari duniya safed ho jaati hai. Ghar ke saamne apple ke baagh… aur raat ko jab taare chamakte hain, lagta hai jaise aasmaan paas aa gaya ho.
Amit
(smiling softly):
Sundar hoga… par tough bhi hoga, na?
Ravi
(slight pause, halka dard):
Haan… kabhi kabhi tough hota hai. Par maa baba ke saath rehta hoon, toh sab theek lagta hai.
Kabir
(ekdum mast mood mein):
Bas, ab yahan Delhi mein bhi tu apna ghar samajh. Hum hai na! Waise… hum teeno same class mein hain. Matlab mast timepass hoga.
Amit
(sarcasm ke saath):
Haan, mast timepass ka matlab — tum kabhi serious study nahi karoge, aur humein bhi distract karoge.
Ravi
(soch kar, softly):
Mere liye sab naya hai… Delhi, yeh hostel, naye log. Pata nahi kaisa hoga agle din.
Amit
(calm, reassuring):
Relax. Hostel ka pehla din hamesha ajeeb lagta hai. Kal se sab normal lagne lagega. Bas ek cheez yaad rakhna — curfew 9 baje ka hai. Der se andar aaye, toh warden sir seedha lecture de dete hain.
Kabir
(cheeky grin ke saath):
Aur lecture bhi aisa ki tumhare kan se dhuaan nikal jaaye! Hahaha… lekin ek baat bataun? Warden sir strict hain, par unki wife — Mrs. Sunita ma’am — ekdum maa jaisi hain. Agar kabhi dikkat ho, unse baat kar lena.
Ravi
(smiling, relaxed):
Achha hai… ghar se door hoke bhi koi maa jaisi shakhsiyat hai.
Thodi der silence hoti hai. Teeno apne apne thoughts mein kho jaate hain. Fir Kabir phir se ice-break karta hai.
Kabir
(energetic):
Chalo… ab ek rule banate hain. Room 214 ka apna ek promise!
Amit
(eyebrow utha ke):
Kaisa promise?
Kabir
(smiling wide):
Simple. Hum teeno ek dusre ke saath hamesha honest rahenge. Padhai mein madad, masti mein partner, aur problem mein bhai!
Ravi aur Amit ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Dheere se dono haath badhate hain.
Ravi
(smiling):
Theek hai… promise.
Amit
(nods):
Promise.
Teeno ek dusre ke haath par haath rakhte hain. Room mein hansi aur dosti ki nayi roshni bhar jaati hai.
“Yeh thi Room 214 ki pehli raat. Ravi ko mil gaye do naye dost, naye safar ke saathi. Hostel ke darwaze ke andar ab ek nayi kahani shuru ho chuki thi…”
"Anjaane shehron se aaye kuch musafir,
Ek kamra, ek dosti, aur laakhon jazbaat ke saathi."
Teeno bed par baithe, hansi-mazaak karte hue. Window se Delhi ki raat ka traffic dikh raha hai.
INT. ROOM 214 – EARLY MORNING
Subah 6 baje hostel ke corridor mein bell bajti hai. “Tingggg!”
Saare kamre khulne lagte hain. Bachche daudte hain, koi brush le kar bathroom, koi towel le kar shower.
Room 214 mein…
Kabir ekdum energetic hai, push-ups kar raha hai.
Amit bed se uthkar specs pehenta hai, haath me toothbrush.
Ravi abhi bhi adhi neend mein hai, par roommates ki awaaz se uth jaata hai.
Kabir
(excited tone):
Chal Ravi, hostel ki pehli subah… late hua toh mess mein khali plate milegi!
Ravi
(hansi daba kar):
Arre bhai, main toh abhi tak brush bhi nahi kiya.
Amit
(smiling softly):
Hostel mein time ka rule sabse important hai. Chal, main bathroom ki line laga deta hoon.
INT. MESS HALL – 7:30 AM
Mess & Dining Hall
Ground floor par ek bada dining hall hai jismein ek saath 150 200 ladke khana kha sakte hain.
Dining hall mein lambi tables aur benches lagi hain.
Khana simple hota hai: roti, chawal, daal, sabzi, kabhi-kabhi kheer ya halwa.
Bada hall, lambi lambi tables aur benches. 70–80 ladke line mein khana le rahe hain. Ek corner mein steel ki baltiyon mein poha, bread-butter aur doodh rakha hai.
Teeno dost plate lekar line mein khade hote hain.
Kabir apna plate bhar ke bolta hai:
Kabir
(cheeky smile)
Hostel ka poha best hai bhai… isme pyaar nahi, bas namak thoda kam hota hai.
Amit calmly bread-butter uthata hai.
Ravi mess ke atmosphere ko aankhon se peeta hai — naya environment, naye chehre, par thoda apnapan bhi.
Sab table par baith kar khana khate hain. Kabir jokes crack karta hai, Amit thoda serious tone mein timetable discuss karta hai.
School Campus – First Day
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – MORNING
Badi si building, saamne lush green lawn. School gate ke upar likha hai:
“Delhi Higher Secondary School – Excellence Through Knowledge”
Bachche white shirt–grey trousers uniform mein jaa rahe hain. Ravi apne naye dost Kabir aur Amit ke saath campus mein entry karta hai.
INT. PRINCIPAL OFFICE – LATER
Principal office ekdum formal aur grand. Walls par freedom fighters ke portraits, ek shelf mein trophies. Desk ke peeche baithen hain Principal Mr. Suresh Malhotra:
Age: 40 saal
Height: 5’10’’
Look: grey hair, spectacles, suit-tie.
Personality: Strict, disciplined, par andar se student-friendly.
Side mein ek senior clerk files check kar raha hai.
Receptionist teeno ko le kar andar aati hai.
Receptionist (to Principal):
Sir, yeh naye students hain — Ravi Mishra, Kabir Yadav aur Amit Verma. Inka hostel aur admission formalities complete karna hai.
Principal files kholte hain. Har ek ladke se baari baari sawal karte hain.
Principal Malhotra
(firm tone, Ravi ko dekh kar):
Tum Kashmir se aaye ho, Ravi?
Aur state topper bhi...
Ravi
(respectfully, nervous smile):
Ji sir… Kashmir se.
Principal:
(softening a little)
Bahut door se aaye ho, beta. Matlab tumne yeh raasta chuna hai. Yaad rakhna… yahan sirf padhai nahi, character banaya jaata hai…
yahan discipline sabse pehla rule hai. Ab tak toh tum hai har pariksha mein top kar liye lekin Jeevan ka asli pariksha toh abhi baki hai .
I hope isme bhi tum top hi karoge.... bas shehron ke chamak mein bhatak mat jaana ... yahan har koi aata hai dheron sapne lekan lekin jaate hai khud ko bhula kar....
Ravi head down karke “Yes sir” bolta hai.
Principal Malhotra
(Kabir ki taraf, smile ke saath):
Aur tum Bihar se ho?
Aur tum… sports mein ache lagte ho?
Kabir
(confident grin):
Ji sir… ground hi meri jaan hai.
Aur aap dekhte hi samajh gaye ki main sports mein active hoon.
Principal halka muskurata hai.
Principal:
Ground ki chamak sirf tab dikhai degi jab class ke numbers tumhe sambhal kar rakhenge.
Sports achhi baat hai. Par padhai ke bina sports bhi adhoora hai.
Kabir chhup sa jaata hai.
Principal Malhotra
(Amit ki taraf):
Aur tum? Lucknow se…?
Amit
(sincere tone):
Ji sir. Main computers aur science mein zyada interest rakhta hoon.
Principal:
Good. Yeh school tumhe platform dega… lekin uske liye mehnat tumhe hi karni hogi.
Lekin yaad rakho, knowledge ki asli value tab hai jab tum usse duniya badalne mein laga pao.
Principal kuch seconds chup rehte hain, fir Ravi ke paas aake thoda nazdeek khade hote hain.
Principal (soft but deep tone):
Ravi… tumhari aankhon mein mujhe ek kahani dikh rahi hai. Darr bhi hai, sapna bhi hai. Main sirf itna kehna chahta hoon — agar tum sach mein apna aim nahi chhode, toh yeh shehar tumhari kismat likhega.
Ravi aankhen neeche karta hai. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa confidence jagta hai.
"Safar mushkil hoga, raaste kathin,
Lekin jo khud pe yakeen rakhe,
Uske liye har manzil aasaan hai."
Principal un teenon ki file sign karke clerk ko deta hai.
Principal Malhotra:
Ab se tum Delhi Higher Secondary School ke student ho. Kal se regular classes join karna. Aur yaad rahe — rules todoge, toh hostel aur school dono mein tikna mushkil ho jaayega.
Teeno ek saath khade ho ka bow karte hain:
“Yes, Sir.”
EXT. SCHOOL LAWN – AFTERWARDS
Teeno office se nikalte hain. Ravi ke chehre pe ab relaxed muskaan hai.
Kabir
(grinning):
Boss, ab hum officially school ke sher hain!
Amit
(smiling softly):
Sher tab banenge jab exam mein top karenge.
Ravi
(hopeful tone):
Par lagta hai yeh safar hum teenon milke tay kar lenge.
teeno doston ki jodi lawn ke raste par chalti hai.
“Hostel ka pehla din… school ka pehla qadam. Ravi ke liye yeh nayi duniya thi — jisme dosti, mehnat aur chunautiyan dono saath chalne wali thi.”
Ferrari ka Entrance EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS GATE – DAY
Principal ke office se Ravi, Amit aur Kabir teeno ek saath nikalte hain. Teeno ke chehre par thoda excitement hai – admission process ab complete ho chuka hai, ab officially wo iss bade school ka hissa hain.
Kabir
(masti bhare andaaz mein):
Chalo bhai… ab hostel wapas chalte hain. Waise mujhe toh mess ka khana abhi se yaad aa raha hai.
Amit
(serious tone mein):
Tumhe sirf khana yaad rehta hai, Kabir. Tumhe academics pe bhi dhyaan dena hoga.
Ravi
(halki muskaan ke saath):
Dono ki baat mein balance chahiye… warna hostel ka life survive karna mushkil ho jaayega.
Teeno chal hi rahe hote hain ki achanak –
ZOOM-IN – ek zor se dahadti hui engine ki awaaz poore campus mein ghoonj jaati hai.
VRROOOOMMM…!!!
Sab students aur staff apna kaam chhod ke palat kar dekhte hain. Ek bright red Ferrari 488 GTB full speed se campus ke gate ke andar ghusti hai.
Tyres zameen se chipak kar screech karte hain, jaise race track par ho.
Kabir
(ankhon ko bada kar):
Arey… yeh school hai ya Formula One track?
Amit
(glasses adjust karte hue, shocked): ”Kya koi pagal ho gaya hai?
Ferrari? Campus mein? “Kitni mehngi hogi!
Ferrari thoda aur aage jaakar ek sharp brake lagata hai. Engine ki garaj campus ke bade neem ke ped tak ghoom jaati hai.
Car ka door butterfly style khulta hai.
Sab students hush hush karte hain. Principal bhi office ke window se jhankne lagte hain.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Teeno ke dil mein ek hi sawaal hai –
Kabir
(thoda drama ke saath):
“Abey yeh kaun aaya hai… jo Ferrari uda ke school mein ghus raha hai?”
aankhon mein thoda excitement, thoda confusion.
Ravi chup sa reh jata hai. Uska dil tez dhadak raha hai. Woh sochta hai –
“Yeh Ferrari… yeh show-off… par iske peeche kaun sa raaz chhupa hai?”
Principal office ke balcony se Mr. Malhotra gusse mein dekhte hain. Unka chehra stiff ho jaata hai.
Jaise wo is Ferrari wale insaan ko pehle se jaante ho… aur pasand nahi karte. “Har kahani mein ek naya mod hota hai… aur Ravi ki kahani ka pehla mod, ek dahadti Ferrari ki awaaz ke saath shuru hua.”
“Kaun hai yeh? Ek student… ek raja beta… ya phir Ravi ki kahani ka woh pehla mod… jo uski zindagi hamesha ke liye badal dega?” SUSPENSE Ferrari se kaun utrega? Student hoga? Teacher hoga? Ya koi outsider?
kya hai warden couple ka raaz? wo itne damdaar kyese hai? kya koi dusman hai?
principal ke ghare baton ka raaz kya hai?
wo scorpio wala admi kaha gaya?
Kya neha sirf receptionist hai ya uske andar chupa hua hai ek gehri raaz? kya hoga age
“Har kahani ka asli rang tabhi samajh aata hai… jab uske asli kirdaar ek ek karke samne aate hain. Aur ab… Ravi ki kahani mein ek naya khel shuru hone ja raha hai.”
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH BOYS HOSTEL – EVENING
Ravi mandir se laut kar apne kadmon ko HOSTEL ki taraf badhata hai…Thoda thaka hua, par aankhon mein ek nayi zindagi ka utsah.
Shaheed Bhagat Singh Boys Hostel — ek 3-floor L-shaped building. Lohe ka bada board:
“Shaheed Bhagat Singh Hostel – Estd. 1978”
Building Structure
Building 3 manzilon ki hai (Ground + 2 Floors).
Ground floor par warden office, reception, visitors’ lounge, dining hall aur study room hai.
Pehle aur dusre floor par rooms for students hain.
Har floor ke corridor ke dono taraf rooms hain.
Center mein ek bada courtyard hai jismein shaam ko students cricket ya badminton khelte hain.
Rooms
Total rooms: 120.
Har room mein 2 ya 3 students rakhne ki facility hai.
Room ka size: lagbhag 12x14 feet.
Har room mein 2,3 lohe ka bed, study table, kursi aur ek almari hoti hai.
Study Room & Library
Ground floor par ek study room hai jahan shaam ko sab students baith kar padhai karte hain.
Study room ke saath ek chhoti si hostel library bhi hai jismein general knowledge aur school syllabus ki kitaabein rakhhi hain.
Courtyard mein ladke cricket khel rahe hain, kuch bench pe hansi–mazaak. Shaam ki narangi roshni building par chamak rahi hai.
INT. HOSTEL RECEPTION –
Garmi ki halki si dhoop reception ki khidki se andar aa rahi hai. HOSTEL HALL bahot bada , saaf — ek counter, piche ek notice board, aur counter par BAITHA HAI EK 22 saal ki ladki, sundar si, simple but modern , salwar suit mein , register aur purana computer ke saath busy.
Reception Area
Entrance ke andar aate hi left side pe ek reception desk hai jahan par 22 saal ki young receptionist ladki baithi hoti hai.
Reception ke saamne ek chhota waiting area hai jisme 4–5 kursiyan aur ek notice board laga hai.
Character Introduction – Neha Sharma
Naam: Neha Sharma
Age: 22 saal
Height & Build: 5’5’’ tall, slim-fit aur graceful body language.
Looks: Fair–dusky tone, sharp nose, expressive brown eyes. Hamesha neat ponytail banati hai, halki kajal aur light lipstick lagati hai – simple but elegant.
Dressing Style: Cotton salwar-suit, dupatta shoulder pe neatly set. Professional aur decent look jo hostel environment ko suit karta hai.
Nature: Polite, friendly, lekin zarurat padne par strict bhi. Hostel students ke liye ek “didi” type.
Receptionist Girl
(smiling) : Ji, aap Ravi Mishra hain na? Aapka bag safe hai. Room allotment ka number chahiye tha na?
Ravi
(halka jhijakte hue): Haan… room number? Main abhi shift karna chahta hoon.
Receptionist file khol kar dekhti hai.
Receptionist Girl
(softly): Aapko room number 214 diya gaya hai, second floor, left wing. Key le lijiye.
Ravi sir hila kar muskurata hai. Jaane hi wala hota hai ki tabhi gate se ek lamba-choṛa aadmi aur uske saath ek aurat andar aate hain.
Dono strong build, neat kapde; aadmi lagbhag 40 saal ka, 6′0″ lamba — chehra mulayam par aankhon mein taakat. Aurat thodi jawan dikhti, par uski muskaan garam-garam, mehmaan-navazi mein maahir.
Receptionist turant khadi hoti hai.
Aur us couple ki taraf ishara karti hai.
Receptionist Girl: Aur haan… inse mil lijiye. Sir, ma’am… yeh hamare hostel ke naye warden hain. Aur yeh ma’am ladies hostel ki warden appoint hui hain.
Ravi
(thoda respectful ho kar , haath jod kar): Namaste sir… namaste ma’am.
Mr. Raghav Singh
(gambheer awaaz, par friendly):
Namaste, Ravi. Tum naya student ho? Door se aaye ho?
Ravi: Ji… abhi abhi aaya hoon. Kashmir se.
Mrs. Sunita Singh
(softly muskaan ke saath, maa jaisi): Welcome Beta, ghar se door rehna aasaan nahi hota. Lekin yahaan tumhe apna ghar samajhna hoga. Hostel mein koi dikkat ho toh humein zaroor batana.
Ravi ek chhoti si muskaan deta hai.Ravi ke chehre par relief — jaise hostel mein ab uske liye ek guardian-type presence mil gayi. . . Usne bag uthaya aur corridor ki taraf chal diya. Kadmon mein ek nayi journey ki aahat hai.
INT. CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS
Ravi chal raha hai par beech mein ruk jaata hai. Uske chehre par ek halka sa guilt.
Ravi (soch mein, self-talk)
(whisper): Arre… ghar call karna toh bhool hi gaya. Maa intezaar kar rahi hogi…
Woh turant hostel ke bahar nikalta hai , Shaam dhal rahi hai. Hostel ke bahar chhoti si dukan, jahan ek purana black landline phone counter ke kone pe rakha hai. Dukan mein biscuit ke packet, chips, cold drink ke bottle aur kuch stationery ke samaan latke hue hain.
Buzurg Dukaandaar chai sip karta hua Ravi ko dekhta hai. Ravi hesitant hai, aankhon mein thoda ghar–wali yaad.
Ravi
(haath jod kar): Uncle… ek call karna tha. Maa se baat karni hai.
Dukandaar
(smiling): Haan beta, kar lo. Maa ki awaaz sunoge toh thoda halka mehsoos hoga. Maa ki dua sabse badi cheez hoti hai.
Ravi coin dalta hai, trembling fingers se number dial karta hai. Beech-beech mein uska dil tez dhadak raha hai.
INT. KASHMIR – RAVI KA GHAR – SAME TIME
Chhota sa living room, jahan ek corner mein telephone rakha hai. Tulsi (Ravi ki maa) roti bel rahi hoti hai, tabhi bell bajti hai. Wo hansi ke saath receiver uthati hai.
Maa (Tulshi)
(awaaz mein pyaar aur fikr):
Hello… kaun?
Ravi… beta? Tu pahunch gaya? Safar thik se hua? Kuch khaya peeya?
Ravi
(awaaz bhari hui, par smile karte hue): Haan maa main RAVI … main hostel aa gaya. Sab theek hai. Abhi reception se room allotment mila hai. Yahan log acche hain.
Maa: Beta, ghar se door rehna aasaan nahi hota. Khud ka khayal rakhna. Raat ko late mat jagna, aur khana miss mat karna. Bhagwan tera bhala kare beta. Bas apna khayal rakhna. Khana time pe khana
Ravi
(soft tone): Maa… yahan sab alag hai. Naye log, naya sheher. Thoda ajeeb lag raha hai… par aapki dua hai na.
Maa chup ho jaati hai, uski awaaz bhar aati hai.
Maa: Beta… yaad rakhna, chahe tu kitni bhi door chala jaaye, meri dua hamesha tere saath hai. Teri ek awaaz mere liye sabse badi tasalli hai.
Ravi ke gale mein aansu atak jaate hain. Uska dil bhar jaata hai, par woh apne emotions dabata hai.
Ravi
(sambhalte hue): Bas maa… … aap fikr mat karo …aapki awaaz sun ke hi lag raha hai main ghar mein hoon.
EXT. HOSTEL GATE – SAME TIME
Ravi phone pakde hue aankhen band kar leta hai. Uske chehre pe aansu girte hain, par lips pe halka sa smile hai.
“Dooriyon ne chahe dono ke beech faasla banaya tha, par maa–beta ke rishte ko koi doori kabhi kamzor nahi kar sakti.”
"Safar lamba hai, raaste anjaane hain,
Par maa ki duaon ke saaye, sab afsane hain.
Jahan bhi jaaye beta, maa ka pyaar saath hai,
Dooriyon ke bawajood, dil ka rishta khaas hai."
Phone rakhta hai. Dukaandaar usse dekh kar halka sa muskurata hai.
Dukaandaar: Beta, maa ki dua sabse badi taaqat hoti hai. Ab lagta hai na halka?
Ravi
(smiling with moist eyes): Haan uncle… ab lagta hai main sab kar paunga.
Ravi apna bag uthata hai aur hostel ki taraf wapas chal padta hai. Uske kadam ab pehle se zyada confident lagte hain.
INT. HOSTEL ROOM 214 – EVENING
Ravi key ghuma kar room kholta hai. Darwaza halki creak ki awaaz karta hai. Andar ek chhota sa kamra — ek taraf computer table, 2 bed; doosri taraf ek aur bed aur almari.
Room mein do ladke pehle se hain:
Ladka 1: Computer table pe baitha hua. Thin-framed specs, t-shirt aur jeans pehene hue. Screen par kuch typing kar raha hai, jaise project bana raha ho.
Ladka 2: Deewar ke sahare ulta hokar handstand exercise kar raha hai. Uske muscles tight hain, gym-type body. Pasina tapak raha hai, par face pe confident smile.
Ravi thoda hichkichata hai, bag pakad ke khada ho jaata hai.
Ravi
(thoda halki muskaan ke saath): Namaste… main Ravi Mishra. Room allotment yahin ka hai… Room 214.
Personality: extrovert, friendly, har waqt energy se bhara, class mein popular aur ladkiyon se bhi fast dosti kar leta hai.
Kabir ne Ravi ke kandhe pe thapki di.
Kabir
(grinning): Room 214 mein welcome, bhai! Ab hum teenon ki jodi bani — ek computer master (Amit), ek bodybuilder (main), aur ab tum… chal bata, tumhara talent kya hai?
Ravi: (thoda sharmata hua, par confident hone ki koshish mein)
Main… Ravi Mishra, Kashmir se. Class 11th Science. Shayad… abhi talent dhoondhna baaki hai.
Tab teeno hans padte hain. Atmosphere light ho jaata hai.
Amit
(soft tone): Tension mat lena Ravi. Yahan hostel mein shuruaat sabke liye tough hoti hai. Hum sab adjust kar lenge.
Kabir
(energy se): Aur waise bhi, Room 214 famous hone wala hai! Humari team ekdum dhamaka karegi.
Teeno ladke ek saath apne apne beds par settle ho rahe hain. Room 214 ki lights peeli chamak se room garam aur apna sa lag raha hai.
"Yeh pehli mulaqat thi — Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ki. Teen alag shehron se, teen alag kirdaar… ek hi kamre ke chhote se aasmaan mein bandhe hue. Ab shuru hoga asli safar."
INT. HOSTEL ROOM 214 – FIRST NIGHT
Room ki lights jal rahi hain, halki peeli roshni. Window ke bahar se gaadiyon ka horn aur school ke compound ki halki awaazein aa rahi hain.
Teeno roommates — Ravi, Amit, Kabir — dinner ke baad apne apne beds par baithe hain. Kabir bed pe ulta tang faila kar lete hain, Amit table par laptop band kar ke Ravi ke paas aata hai.
Hawa mein nayi dosti ki khushboo hai.
Kabir
(grinning, aankhon mein chamak): Toh bhai Ravi, batao… Kashmir se ho? Wahaan ke baraf, pahad, wahan ki hawa… sab dekhne ka mann karta hai.
Ravi
(muskaan ke saath, yaadon mein kho kar): Haan… barf girti hai toh saari duniya safed ho jaati hai. Ghar ke saamne apple ke baagh… aur raat ko jab taare chamakte hain, lagta hai jaise aasmaan paas aa gaya ho.
Amit
(smiling softly): Sundar hoga… par tough bhi hoga, na?
Ravi
(slight pause, halka dard): Haan… kabhi kabhi tough hota hai. Par maa baba ke saath rehta hoon, toh sab theek lagta hai.
Kabir
(ekdum mast mood mein): Bas, ab yahan Delhi mein bhi tu apna ghar samajh. Hum hai na! Waise… hum teeno same class mein hain. Matlab mast timepass hoga.
Amit
(sarcasm ke saath): Haan, mast timepass ka matlab — tum kabhi serious study nahi karoge, aur humein bhi distract karoge.
Ravi
(soch kar, softly): Mere liye sab naya hai… Delhi, yeh hostel, naye log. Pata nahi kaisa hoga agle din.
Amit
(calm, reassuring): Relax. Hostel ka pehla din hamesha ajeeb lagta hai. Kal se sab normal lagne lagega. Bas ek cheez yaad rakhna — curfew 9 baje ka hai. Der se andar aaye, toh warden sir seedha lecture de dete hain.
Kabir
(cheeky grin ke saath): Aur lecture bhi aisa ki tumhare kan se dhuaan nikal jaaye! Hahaha… lekin ek baat bataun? Warden sir strict hain, par unki wife — Mrs. Sunita ma’am — ekdum maa jaisi hain. Agar kabhi dikkat ho, unse baat kar lena.
Ravi
(smiling, relaxed): Achha hai… ghar se door hoke bhi koi maa jaisi shakhsiyat hai.
Thodi der silence hoti hai. Teeno apne apne thoughts mein kho jaate hain. Fir Kabir phir se ice-break karta hai.
Kabir
(energetic): Chalo… ab ek rule banate hain. Room 214 ka apna ek promise!
Amit
(eyebrow utha ke): Kaisa promise?
Kabir
(smiling wide): Simple. Hum teeno ek dusre ke saath hamesha honest rahenge. Padhai mein madad, masti mein partner, aur problem mein bhai!
Ravi aur Amit ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Dheere se dono haath badhate hain.
Ravi
(smiling): Theek hai… promise.
Amit
(nods): Promise.
Teeno ek dusre ke haath par haath rakhte hain. Room mein hansi aur dosti ki nayi roshni bhar jaati hai.
“Yeh thi Room 214 ki pehli raat. Ravi ko mil gaye do naye dost, naye safar ke saathi. Hostel ke darwaze ke andar ab ek nayi kahani shuru ho chuki thi…”
"Anjaane shehron se aaye kuch musafir,
Ek kamra, ek dosti, aur laakhon jazbaat ke saathi."
Teeno bed par baithe, hansi-mazaak karte hue. Window se Delhi ki raat ka traffic dikh raha hai.
INT. ROOM 214 – EARLY MORNING
Subah 6 baje hostel ke corridor mein bell bajti hai. “Tingggg!”
Saare kamre khulne lagte hain. Bachche daudte hain, koi brush le kar bathroom, koi towel le kar shower.
Room 214 mein…
Kabir ekdum energetic hai, push-ups kar raha hai.
Amit bed se uthkar specs pehenta hai, haath me toothbrush.
Ravi abhi bhi adhi neend mein hai, par roommates ki awaaz se uth jaata hai.
Kabir
(excited tone): Chal Ravi, hostel ki pehli subah… late hua toh mess mein khali plate milegi!
Ravi
(hansi daba kar): Arre bhai, main toh abhi tak brush bhi nahi kiya.
Amit
(smiling softly): Hostel mein time ka rule sabse important hai. Chal, main bathroom ki line laga deta hoon.
INT. MESS HALL – 7:30 AM
Mess & Dining Hall
Ground floor par ek bada dining hall hai jismein ek saath 150 200 ladke khana kha sakte hain.
Dining hall mein lambi tables aur benches lagi hain.
Khana simple hota hai: roti, chawal, daal, sabzi, kabhi-kabhi kheer ya halwa.
Bada hall, lambi lambi tables aur benches. 70–80 ladke line mein khana le rahe hain. Ek corner mein steel ki baltiyon mein poha, bread-butter aur doodh rakha hai.
Teeno dost plate lekar line mein khade hote hain.
Kabir apna plate bhar ke bolta hai:
Kabir
(cheeky smile)
Hostel ka poha best hai bhai… isme pyaar nahi, bas namak thoda kam hota hai.
Amit calmly bread-butter uthata hai.
Ravi mess ke atmosphere ko aankhon se peeta hai — naya environment, naye chehre, par thoda apnapan bhi.
Sab table par baith kar khana khate hain. Kabir jokes crack karta hai, Amit thoda serious tone mein timetable discuss karta hai.
School Campus – First Day
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – MORNING
Badi si building, saamne lush green lawn. School gate ke upar likha hai:
“Delhi Higher Secondary School – Excellence Through Knowledge”
Bachche white shirt–grey trousers uniform mein jaa rahe hain. Ravi apne naye dost Kabir aur Amit ke saath campus mein entry karta hai.
INT. PRINCIPAL OFFICE – LATER
Principal office ekdum formal aur grand. Walls par freedom fighters ke portraits, ek shelf mein trophies. Desk ke peeche baithen hain Principal Mr. Suresh Malhotra:
Age: 40 saal
Height: 5’10’’
Look: grey hair, spectacles, suit-tie.
Personality: Strict, disciplined, par andar se student-friendly.
Side mein ek senior clerk files check kar raha hai.
Receptionist teeno ko le kar andar aati hai.
Receptionist (to Principal): Sir, yeh naye students hain — Ravi Mishra, Kabir Yadav aur Amit Verma. Inka hostel aur admission formalities complete karna hai.
Principal files kholte hain. Har ek ladke se baari baari sawal karte hain.
Principal Malhotra
(firm tone, Ravi ko dekh kar): Tum Kashmir se aaye ho, Ravi?
Aur state topper bhi...
Ravi
(respectfully, nervous smile): Ji sir… Kashmir se.
Principal:
(softening a little) Bahut door se aaye ho, beta. Matlab tumne yeh raasta chuna hai. Yaad rakhna… yahan sirf padhai nahi, character banaya jaata hai…
yahan discipline sabse pehla rule hai. Ab tak toh tum hai har pariksha mein top kar liye lekin Jeevan ka asli pariksha toh abhi baki hai .
I hope isme bhi tum top hi karoge.... bas shehron ke chamak mein bhatak mat jaana ... yahan har koi aata hai dheron sapne lekan lekin jaate hai khud ko bhula kar....
Ravi head down karke “Yes sir” bolta hai.
Principal Malhotra
(Kabir ki taraf, smile ke saath):
Aur tum Bihar se ho?
Aur tum… sports mein ache lagte ho?
Kabir
(confident grin): Ji sir… ground hi meri jaan hai. Aur aap dekhte hi samajh gaye ki main sports mein active hoon.
Principal halka muskurata hai.
Principal: Ground ki chamak sirf tab dikhai degi jab class ke numbers tumhe sambhal kar rakhenge.
Sports achhi baat hai. Par padhai ke bina sports bhi adhoora hai.
Kabir chhup sa jaata hai.
Principal Malhotra
(Amit ki taraf): Aur tum? Lucknow se…?
Amit
(sincere tone): Ji sir. Main computers aur science mein zyada interest rakhta hoon.
Principal: Good. Yeh school tumhe platform dega… lekin uske liye mehnat tumhe hi karni hogi. Lekin yaad rakho, knowledge ki asli value tab hai jab tum usse duniya badalne mein laga pao.
Principal kuch seconds chup rehte hain, fir Ravi ke paas aake thoda nazdeek khade hote hain.
Principal (soft but deep tone):
Ravi… tumhari aankhon mein mujhe ek kahani dikh rahi hai. Darr bhi hai, sapna bhi hai. Main sirf itna kehna chahta hoon — agar tum sach mein apna aim nahi chhode, toh yeh shehar tumhari kismat likhega.
Ravi aankhen neeche karta hai. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa confidence jagta hai.
"Safar mushkil hoga, raaste kathin,
Lekin jo khud pe yakeen rakhe,
Uske liye har manzil aasaan hai."
Principal un teenon ki file sign karke clerk ko deta hai.
Principal Malhotra: Ab se tum Delhi Higher Secondary School ke student ho. Kal se regular classes join karna. Aur yaad rahe — rules todoge, toh hostel aur school dono mein tikna mushkil ho jaayega.
Teeno ek saath khade ho ka bow karte hain:
“Yes, Sir.”
EXT. SCHOOL LAWN – AFTERWARDS
Teeno office se nikalte hain. Ravi ke chehre pe ab relaxed muskaan hai.
Kabir
(grinning): Boss, ab hum officially school ke sher hain!
Amit
(smiling softly): Sher tab banenge jab exam mein top karenge.
Ravi
(hopeful tone): Par lagta hai yeh safar hum teenon milke tay kar lenge.
teeno doston ki jodi lawn ke raste par chalti hai.
“Hostel ka pehla din… school ka pehla qadam. Ravi ke liye yeh nayi duniya thi — jisme dosti, mehnat aur chunautiyan dono saath chalne wali thi.”
Ferrari ka Entrance
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS GATE – DAY
Principal ke office se Ravi, Amit aur Kabir teeno ek saath nikalte hain. Teeno ke chehre par thoda excitement hai – admission process ab complete ho chuka hai, ab officially wo iss bade school ka hissa hain.
Kabir
(masti bhare andaaz mein): Chalo bhai… ab hostel wapas chalte hain. Waise mujhe toh mess ka khana abhi se yaad aa raha hai.
Amit
(serious tone mein): Tumhe sirf khana yaad rehta hai, Kabir. Tumhe academics pe bhi dhyaan dena hoga.
Ravi
(halki muskaan ke saath): Dono ki baat mein balance chahiye… warna hostel ka life survive karna mushkil ho jaayega.
Teeno chal hi rahe hote hain ki achanak –
ZOOM-IN – ek zor se dahadti hui engine ki awaaz poore campus mein ghoonj jaati hai.
VRROOOOMMM…!!!
Sab students aur staff apna kaam chhod ke palat kar dekhte hain. Ek bright red Ferrari 488 GTB full speed se campus ke gate ke andar ghusti hai.
Tyres zameen se chipak kar screech karte hain, jaise race track par ho.
Kabir
(ankhon ko bada kar): Arey… yeh school hai ya Formula One track?
Amit
(glasses adjust karte hue, shocked): ”Kya koi pagal ho gaya hai?
Ferrari? Campus mein? “Kitni mehngi hogi!
Ferrari thoda aur aage jaakar ek sharp brake lagata hai. Engine ki garaj campus ke bade neem ke ped tak ghoom jaati hai.
Car ka door butterfly style khulta hai.
Sab students hush hush karte hain. Principal bhi office ke window se jhankne lagte hain.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Teeno ke dil mein ek hi sawaal hai –
Kabir
(thoda drama ke saath): “Abey yeh kaun aaya hai… jo Ferrari uda ke school mein ghus raha hai?”
aankhon mein thoda excitement, thoda confusion.
Ravi chup sa reh jata hai. Uska dil tez dhadak raha hai. Woh sochta hai –
“Yeh Ferrari… yeh show-off… par iske peeche kaun sa raaz chhupa hai?”
Principal office ke balcony se Mr. Malhotra gusse mein dekhte hain. Unka chehra stiff ho jaata hai.
Jaise wo is Ferrari wale insaan ko pehle se jaante ho… aur pasand nahi karte. “Har kahani mein ek naya mod hota hai… aur Ravi ki kahani ka pehla mod, ek dahadti Ferrari ki awaaz ke saath shuru hua.”
“Kaun hai yeh? Ek student… ek raja beta… ya phir Ravi ki kahani ka woh pehla mod… jo uski zindagi hamesha ke liye badal dega?” SUSPENSE Ferrari se kaun utrega? Student hoga? Teacher hoga? Ya koi outsider?
kya hai warden couple ka raaz? wo itne damdaar kyese hai? kya koi dusman hai?
principal ke ghare baton ka raaz kya hai?
wo scorpio wala admi kaha gaya?
Kya neha sirf receptionist hai ya uske andar chupa hua hai ek gehri raaz? kya hoga age
“Har kahani ka asli rang tabhi samajh aata hai… jab uske asli kirdaar ek ek karke samne aate hain. Aur ab… Ravi ki kahani mein ek naya khel shuru hone ja raha hai.”
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH BOYS HOSTEL – EVENING
Ravi mandir se laut kar apne kadmon ko HOSTEL ki taraf badhata hai…Thoda thaka hua, par aankhon mein ek nayi zindagi ka utsah.
Shaheed Bhagat Singh Boys Hostel — ek 3-floor L-shaped building. Lohe ka bada board:
“Shaheed Bhagat Singh Hostel – Estd. 1978”
Building Structure
Building 3 manzilon ki hai (Ground + 2 Floors).
Ground floor par warden office, reception, visitors’ lounge, dining hall aur study room hai.
Pehle aur dusre floor par rooms for students hain.
Har floor ke corridor ke dono taraf rooms hain.
Center mein ek bada courtyard hai jismein shaam ko students cricket ya badminton khelte hain.
Rooms
Total rooms: 120.
Har room mein 2 ya 3 students rakhne ki facility hai.
Room ka size: lagbhag 12x14 feet.
Har room mein 2,3 lohe ka bed, study table, kursi aur ek almari hoti hai.
Study Room & Library
Ground floor par ek study room hai jahan shaam ko sab students baith kar padhai karte hain.
Study room ke saath ek chhoti si hostel library bhi hai jismein general knowledge aur school syllabus ki kitaabein rakhhi hain.
Courtyard mein ladke cricket khel rahe hain, kuch bench pe hansi–mazaak. Shaam ki narangi roshni building par chamak rahi hai.
INT. HOSTEL RECEPTION –
Garmi ki halki si dhoop reception ki khidki se andar aa rahi hai. HOSTEL HALL bahot bada , saaf — ek counter, piche ek notice board, aur counter par BAITHA HAI EK 22 saal ki ladki, sundar si, simple but modern , salwar suit mein , register aur purana computer ke saath busy.
Reception Area
Entrance ke andar aate hi left side pe ek reception desk hai jahan par 22 saal ki young receptionist ladki baithi hoti hai.
Reception ke saamne ek chhota waiting area hai jisme 4–5 kursiyan aur ek notice board laga hai.
Character Introduction – Neha Sharma
Naam: Neha Sharma
Age: 22 saal
Height & Build: 5’5’’ tall, slim-fit aur graceful body language.
Looks: Fair–dusky tone, sharp nose, expressive brown eyes. Hamesha neat ponytail banati hai, halki kajal aur light lipstick lagati hai – simple but elegant.
Dressing Style: Cotton salwar-suit, dupatta shoulder pe neatly set. Professional aur decent look jo hostel environment ko suit karta hai.
Nature: Polite, friendly, lekin zarurat padne par strict bhi. Hostel students ke liye ek “didi” type.
Receptionist Girl
(smiling) : Ji, aap Ravi Mishra hain na? Aapka bag safe hai. Room allotment ka number chahiye tha na?
Ravi
(halka jhijakte hue): Haan… room number? Main abhi shift karna chahta hoon.
Receptionist file khol kar dekhti hai.
Receptionist Girl
(softly): Aapko room number 214 diya gaya hai, second floor, left wing. Key le lijiye.
Ravi sir hila kar muskurata hai. Jaane hi wala hota hai ki tabhi gate se ek lamba-choṛa aadmi aur uske saath ek aurat andar aate hain.
Dono strong build, neat kapde; aadmi lagbhag 40 saal ka, 6′0″ lamba — chehra mulayam par aankhon mein taakat. Aurat thodi jawan dikhti, par uski muskaan garam-garam, mehmaan-navazi mein maahir.
Receptionist turant khadi hoti hai.
Aur us couple ki taraf ishara karti hai.
Receptionist Girl: Aur haan… inse mil lijiye. Sir, ma’am… yeh hamare hostel ke naye warden hain. Aur yeh ma’am ladies hostel ki warden appoint hui hain.
Ravi
(thoda respectful ho kar , haath jod kar): Namaste sir… namaste ma’am.
Mr. Raghav Singh
(gambheer awaaz, par friendly):
Namaste, Ravi. Tum naya student ho? Door se aaye ho?
Ravi: Ji… abhi abhi aaya hoon. Kashmir se.
Mrs. Sunita Singh
(softly muskaan ke saath, maa jaisi): Welcome Beta, ghar se door rehna aasaan nahi hota. Lekin yahaan tumhe apna ghar samajhna hoga. Hostel mein koi dikkat ho toh humein zaroor batana.
Ravi ek chhoti si muskaan deta hai.Ravi ke chehre par relief — jaise hostel mein ab uske liye ek guardian-type presence mil gayi. . . Usne bag uthaya aur corridor ki taraf chal diya. Kadmon mein ek nayi journey ki aahat hai.
INT. CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS
Ravi chal raha hai par beech mein ruk jaata hai. Uske chehre par ek halka sa guilt.
Ravi (soch mein, self-talk)
(whisper): Arre… ghar call karna toh bhool hi gaya. Maa intezaar kar rahi hogi…
Woh turant hostel ke bahar nikalta hai , Shaam dhal rahi hai. Hostel ke bahar chhoti si dukan, jahan ek purana black landline phone counter ke kone pe rakha hai. Dukan mein biscuit ke packet, chips, cold drink ke bottle aur kuch stationery ke samaan latke hue hain.
Buzurg Dukaandaar chai sip karta hua Ravi ko dekhta hai. Ravi hesitant hai, aankhon mein thoda ghar–wali yaad.
Ravi
(haath jod kar): Uncle… ek call karna tha. Maa se baat karni hai.
Dukandaar
(smiling): Haan beta, kar lo. Maa ki awaaz sunoge toh thoda halka mehsoos hoga. Maa ki dua sabse badi cheez hoti hai.
Ravi coin dalta hai, trembling fingers se number dial karta hai. Beech-beech mein uska dil tez dhadak raha hai.
INT. KASHMIR – RAVI KA GHAR – SAME TIME
Chhota sa living room, jahan ek corner mein telephone rakha hai. Tulsi (Ravi ki maa) roti bel rahi hoti hai, tabhi bell bajti hai. Wo hansi ke saath receiver uthati hai.
Maa (Tulshi)
(awaaz mein pyaar aur fikr):
Hello… kaun?
Ravi… beta? Tu pahunch gaya? Safar thik se hua? Kuch khaya peeya?
Ravi
(awaaz bhari hui, par smile karte hue): Haan maa main RAVI … main hostel aa gaya. Sab theek hai. Abhi reception se room allotment mila hai. Yahan log acche hain.
Maa: Beta, ghar se door rehna aasaan nahi hota. Khud ka khayal rakhna. Raat ko late mat jagna, aur khana miss mat karna. Bhagwan tera bhala kare beta. Bas apna khayal rakhna. Khana time pe khana
Ravi
(soft tone): Maa… yahan sab alag hai. Naye log, naya sheher. Thoda ajeeb lag raha hai… par aapki dua hai na.
Maa chup ho jaati hai, uski awaaz bhar aati hai.
Maa: Beta… yaad rakhna, chahe tu kitni bhi door chala jaaye, meri dua hamesha tere saath hai. Teri ek awaaz mere liye sabse badi tasalli hai.
Ravi ke gale mein aansu atak jaate hain. Uska dil bhar jaata hai, par woh apne emotions dabata hai.
Ravi
(sambhalte hue): Bas maa… … aap fikr mat karo …aapki awaaz sun ke hi lag raha hai main ghar mein hoon.
EXT. HOSTEL GATE – SAME TIME
Ravi phone pakde hue aankhen band kar leta hai. Uske chehre pe aansu girte hain, par lips pe halka sa smile hai.
“Dooriyon ne chahe dono ke beech faasla banaya tha, par maa–beta ke rishte ko koi doori kabhi kamzor nahi kar sakti.”
"Safar lamba hai, raaste anjaane hain,
Par maa ki duaon ke saaye, sab afsane hain.
Jahan bhi jaaye beta, maa ka pyaar saath hai,
Dooriyon ke bawajood, dil ka rishta khaas hai."
Phone rakhta hai. Dukaandaar usse dekh kar halka sa muskurata hai.
Dukaandaar: Beta, maa ki dua sabse badi taaqat hoti hai. Ab lagta hai na halka?
Ravi
(smiling with moist eyes): Haan uncle… ab lagta hai main sab kar paunga.
Ravi apna bag uthata hai aur hostel ki taraf wapas chal padta hai. Uske kadam ab pehle se zyada confident lagte hain.
INT. HOSTEL ROOM 214 – EVENING
Ravi key ghuma kar room kholta hai. Darwaza halki creak ki awaaz karta hai. Andar ek chhota sa kamra — ek taraf computer table, 2 bed; doosri taraf ek aur bed aur almari.
Room mein do ladke pehle se hain:
Ladka 1: Computer table pe baitha hua. Thin-framed specs, t-shirt aur jeans pehene hue. Screen par kuch typing kar raha hai, jaise project bana raha ho.
Ladka 2: Deewar ke sahare ulta hokar handstand exercise kar raha hai. Uske muscles tight hain, gym-type body. Pasina tapak raha hai, par face pe confident smile.
Ravi thoda hichkichata hai, bag pakad ke khada ho jaata hai.
Ravi
(thoda halki muskaan ke saath): Namaste… main Ravi Mishra. Room allotment yahin ka hai… Room 214.
Personality: extrovert, friendly, har waqt energy se bhara, class mein popular aur ladkiyon se bhi fast dosti kar leta hai.
Kabir ne Ravi ke kandhe pe thapki di.
Kabir
(grinning): Room 214 mein welcome, bhai! Ab hum teenon ki jodi bani — ek computer master (Amit), ek bodybuilder (main), aur ab tum… chal bata, tumhara talent kya hai?
Ravi: (thoda sharmata hua, par confident hone ki koshish mein)
Main… Ravi Mishra, Kashmir se. Class 11th Science. Shayad… abhi talent dhoondhna baaki hai.
Tab teeno hans padte hain. Atmosphere light ho jaata hai.
Amit
(soft tone): Tension mat lena Ravi. Yahan hostel mein shuruaat sabke liye tough hoti hai. Hum sab adjust kar lenge.
Kabir
(energy se): Aur waise bhi, Room 214 famous hone wala hai! Humari team ekdum dhamaka karegi.
Teeno ladke ek saath apne apne beds par settle ho rahe hain. Room 214 ki lights peeli chamak se room garam aur apna sa lag raha hai.
"Yeh pehli mulaqat thi — Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ki. Teen alag shehron se, teen alag kirdaar… ek hi kamre ke chhote se aasmaan mein bandhe hue. Ab shuru hoga asli safar."
INT. HOSTEL ROOM 214 – FIRST NIGHT
Room ki lights jal rahi hain, halki peeli roshni. Window ke bahar se gaadiyon ka horn aur school ke compound ki halki awaazein aa rahi hain.
Teeno roommates — Ravi, Amit, Kabir — dinner ke baad apne apne beds par baithe hain. Kabir bed pe ulta tang faila kar lete hain, Amit table par laptop band kar ke Ravi ke paas aata hai.
Hawa mein nayi dosti ki khushboo hai.
Kabir
(grinning, aankhon mein chamak): Toh bhai Ravi, batao… Kashmir se ho? Wahaan ke baraf, pahad, wahan ki hawa… sab dekhne ka mann karta hai.
Ravi
(muskaan ke saath, yaadon mein kho kar): Haan… barf girti hai toh saari duniya safed ho jaati hai. Ghar ke saamne apple ke baagh… aur raat ko jab taare chamakte hain, lagta hai jaise aasmaan paas aa gaya ho.
Amit
(smiling softly): Sundar hoga… par tough bhi hoga, na?
Ravi
(slight pause, halka dard): Haan… kabhi kabhi tough hota hai. Par maa baba ke saath rehta hoon, toh sab theek lagta hai.
Kabir
(ekdum mast mood mein): Bas, ab yahan Delhi mein bhi tu apna ghar samajh. Hum hai na! Waise… hum teeno same class mein hain. Matlab mast timepass hoga.
Amit
(sarcasm ke saath): Haan, mast timepass ka matlab — tum kabhi serious study nahi karoge, aur humein bhi distract karoge.
Ravi
(soch kar, softly): Mere liye sab naya hai… Delhi, yeh hostel, naye log. Pata nahi kaisa hoga agle din.
Amit
(calm, reassuring): Relax. Hostel ka pehla din hamesha ajeeb lagta hai. Kal se sab normal lagne lagega. Bas ek cheez yaad rakhna — curfew 9 baje ka hai. Der se andar aaye, toh warden sir seedha lecture de dete hain.
Kabir
(cheeky grin ke saath): Aur lecture bhi aisa ki tumhare kan se dhuaan nikal jaaye! Hahaha… lekin ek baat bataun? Warden sir strict hain, par unki wife — Mrs. Sunita ma’am — ekdum maa jaisi hain. Agar kabhi dikkat ho, unse baat kar lena.
Ravi
(smiling, relaxed): Achha hai… ghar se door hoke bhi koi maa jaisi shakhsiyat hai.
Thodi der silence hoti hai. Teeno apne apne thoughts mein kho jaate hain. Fir Kabir phir se ice-break karta hai.
Kabir
(energetic): Chalo… ab ek rule banate hain. Room 214 ka apna ek promise!
Amit
(eyebrow utha ke): Kaisa promise?
Kabir
(smiling wide): Simple. Hum teeno ek dusre ke saath hamesha honest rahenge. Padhai mein madad, masti mein partner, aur problem mein bhai!
Ravi aur Amit ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Dheere se dono haath badhate hain.
Ravi
(smiling): Theek hai… promise.
Amit
(nods): Promise.
Teeno ek dusre ke haath par haath rakhte hain. Room mein hansi aur dosti ki nayi roshni bhar jaati hai.
“Yeh thi Room 214 ki pehli raat. Ravi ko mil gaye do naye dost, naye safar ke saathi. Hostel ke darwaze ke andar ab ek nayi kahani shuru ho chuki thi…”
"Anjaane shehron se aaye kuch musafir,
Ek kamra, ek dosti, aur laakhon jazbaat ke saathi."
Teeno bed par baithe, hansi-mazaak karte hue. Window se Delhi ki raat ka traffic dikh raha hai.
INT. ROOM 214 – EARLY MORNING
Subah 6 baje hostel ke corridor mein bell bajti hai. “Tingggg!”
Saare kamre khulne lagte hain. Bachche daudte hain, koi brush le kar bathroom, koi towel le kar shower.
Room 214 mein…
Kabir ekdum energetic hai, push-ups kar raha hai.
Amit bed se uthkar specs pehenta hai, haath me toothbrush.
Ravi abhi bhi adhi neend mein hai, par roommates ki awaaz se uth jaata hai.
Kabir
(excited tone): Chal Ravi, hostel ki pehli subah… late hua toh mess mein khali plate milegi!
Ravi
(hansi daba kar): Arre bhai, main toh abhi tak brush bhi nahi kiya.
Amit
(smiling softly): Hostel mein time ka rule sabse important hai. Chal, main bathroom ki line laga deta hoon.
INT. MESS HALL – 7:30 AM
Mess & Dining Hall
Ground floor par ek bada dining hall hai jismein ek saath 150 200 ladke khana kha sakte hain.
Dining hall mein lambi tables aur benches lagi hain.
Khana simple hota hai: roti, chawal, daal, sabzi, kabhi-kabhi kheer ya halwa.
Bada hall, lambi lambi tables aur benches. 70–80 ladke line mein khana le rahe hain. Ek corner mein steel ki baltiyon mein poha, bread-butter aur doodh rakha hai.
Teeno dost plate lekar line mein khade hote hain.
Kabir apna plate bhar ke bolta hai:
Kabir
(cheeky smile)
Hostel ka poha best hai bhai… isme pyaar nahi, bas namak thoda kam hota hai.
Amit calmly bread-butter uthata hai.
Ravi mess ke atmosphere ko aankhon se peeta hai — naya environment, naye chehre, par thoda apnapan bhi.
Sab table par baith kar khana khate hain. Kabir jokes crack karta hai, Amit thoda serious tone mein timetable discuss karta hai.
School Campus – First Day
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – MORNING
Badi si building, saamne lush green lawn. School gate ke upar likha hai:
“Delhi Higher Secondary School – Excellence Through Knowledge”
Bachche white shirt–grey trousers uniform mein jaa rahe hain. Ravi apne naye dost Kabir aur Amit ke saath campus mein entry karta hai.
INT. PRINCIPAL OFFICE – LATER
Principal office ekdum formal aur grand. Walls par freedom fighters ke portraits, ek shelf mein trophies. Desk ke peeche baithen hain Principal Mr. Suresh Malhotra:
Age: 40 saal
Height: 5’10’’
Look: grey hair, spectacles, suit-tie.
Personality: Strict, disciplined, par andar se student-friendly.
Side mein ek senior clerk files check kar raha hai.
Receptionist teeno ko le kar andar aati hai.
Receptionist (to Principal): Sir, yeh naye students hain — Ravi Mishra, Kabir Yadav aur Amit Verma. Inka hostel aur admission formalities complete karna hai.
Principal files kholte hain. Har ek ladke se baari baari sawal karte hain.
Principal Malhotra
(firm tone, Ravi ko dekh kar): Tum Kashmir se aaye ho, Ravi?
Aur state topper bhi...
Ravi
(respectfully, nervous smile): Ji sir… Kashmir se.
Principal:
(softening a little) Bahut door se aaye ho, beta. Matlab tumne yeh raasta chuna hai. Yaad rakhna… yahan sirf padhai nahi, character banaya jaata hai…
yahan discipline sabse pehla rule hai. Ab tak toh tum hai har pariksha mein top kar liye lekin Jeevan ka asli pariksha toh abhi baki hai .
I hope isme bhi tum top hi karoge.... bas shehron ke chamak mein bhatak mat jaana ... yahan har koi aata hai dheron sapne lekan lekin jaate hai khud ko bhula kar....
Ravi head down karke “Yes sir” bolta hai.
Principal Malhotra
(Kabir ki taraf, smile ke saath):
Aur tum Bihar se ho?
Aur tum… sports mein ache lagte ho?
Kabir
(confident grin): Ji sir… ground hi meri jaan hai. Aur aap dekhte hi samajh gaye ki main sports mein active hoon.
Principal halka muskurata hai.
Principal: Ground ki chamak sirf tab dikhai degi jab class ke numbers tumhe sambhal kar rakhenge.
Sports achhi baat hai. Par padhai ke bina sports bhi adhoora hai.
Kabir chhup sa jaata hai.
Principal Malhotra
(Amit ki taraf): Aur tum? Lucknow se…?
Amit
(sincere tone): Ji sir. Main computers aur science mein zyada interest rakhta hoon.
Principal: Good. Yeh school tumhe platform dega… lekin uske liye mehnat tumhe hi karni hogi. Lekin yaad rakho, knowledge ki asli value tab hai jab tum usse duniya badalne mein laga pao.
Principal kuch seconds chup rehte hain, fir Ravi ke paas aake thoda nazdeek khade hote hain.
Principal (soft but deep tone):
Ravi… tumhari aankhon mein mujhe ek kahani dikh rahi hai. Darr bhi hai, sapna bhi hai. Main sirf itna kehna chahta hoon — agar tum sach mein apna aim nahi chhode, toh yeh shehar tumhari kismat likhega.
Ravi aankhen neeche karta hai. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa confidence jagta hai.
"Safar mushkil hoga, raaste kathin,
Lekin jo khud pe yakeen rakhe,
Uske liye har manzil aasaan hai."
Principal un teenon ki file sign karke clerk ko deta hai.
Principal Malhotra: Ab se tum Delhi Higher Secondary School ke student ho. Kal se regular classes join karna. Aur yaad rahe — rules todoge, toh hostel aur school dono mein tikna mushkil ho jaayega.
Teeno ek saath khade ho ka bow karte hain:
“Yes, Sir.”
EXT. SCHOOL LAWN – AFTERWARDS
Teeno office se nikalte hain. Ravi ke chehre pe ab relaxed muskaan hai.
Kabir
(grinning): Boss, ab hum officially school ke sher hain!
Amit
(smiling softly): Sher tab banenge jab exam mein top karenge.
Ravi
(hopeful tone): Par lagta hai yeh safar hum teenon milke tay kar lenge.
teeno doston ki jodi lawn ke raste par chalti hai.
“Hostel ka pehla din… school ka pehla qadam. Ravi ke liye yeh nayi duniya thi — jisme dosti, mehnat aur chunautiyan dono saath chalne wali thi.”
Ferrari ka Entrance
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS GATE – DAY
Principal ke office se Ravi, Amit aur Kabir teeno ek saath nikalte hain. Teeno ke chehre par thoda excitement hai – admission process ab complete ho chuka hai, ab officially wo iss bade school ka hissa hain.
Kabir
(masti bhare andaaz mein): Chalo bhai… ab hostel wapas chalte hain. Waise mujhe toh mess ka khana abhi se yaad aa raha hai.
Amit
(serious tone mein): Tumhe sirf khana yaad rehta hai, Kabir. Tumhe academics pe bhi dhyaan dena hoga.
Ravi
(halki muskaan ke saath): Dono ki baat mein balance chahiye… warna hostel ka life survive karna mushkil ho jaayega.
Teeno chal hi rahe hote hain ki achanak –
ZOOM-IN – ek zor se dahadti hui engine ki awaaz poore campus mein ghoonj jaati hai.
VRROOOOMMM…!!!
Sab students aur staff apna kaam chhod ke palat kar dekhte hain. Ek bright red Ferrari 488 GTB full speed se campus ke gate ke andar ghusti hai.
Tyres zameen se chipak kar screech karte hain, jaise race track par ho.
Kabir
(ankhon ko bada kar): Arey… yeh school hai ya Formula One track?
Amit
(glasses adjust karte hue, shocked): ”Kya koi pagal ho gaya hai?
Ferrari? Campus mein? “Kitni mehngi hogi!
Ferrari thoda aur aage jaakar ek sharp brake lagata hai. Engine ki garaj campus ke bade neem ke ped tak ghoom jaati hai.
Car ka door butterfly style khulta hai.
Sab students hush hush karte hain. Principal bhi office ke window se jhankne lagte hain.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Teeno ke dil mein ek hi sawaal hai –
Kabir
(thoda drama ke saath): “Abey yeh kaun aaya hai… jo Ferrari uda ke school mein ghus raha hai?”
aankhon mein thoda excitement, thoda confusion.
Ravi chup sa reh jata hai. Uska dil tez dhadak raha hai. Woh sochta hai –
“Yeh Ferrari… yeh show-off… par iske peeche kaun sa raaz chhupa hai?”
Principal office ke balcony se Mr. Malhotra gusse mein dekhte hain. Unka chehra stiff ho jaata hai.
Jaise wo is Ferrari wale insaan ko pehle se jaante ho… aur pasand nahi karte. “Har kahani mein ek naya mod hota hai… aur Ravi ki kahani ka pehla mod, ek dahadti Ferrari ki awaaz ke saath shuru hua.”
“Kaun hai yeh? Ek student… ek raja beta… ya phir Ravi ki kahani ka woh pehla mod… jo uski zindagi hamesha ke liye badal dega?” SUSPENSE Ferrari se kaun utrega? Student hoga? Teacher hoga? Ya koi outsider?
kya hai warden couple ka raaz? wo itne damdaar kyese hai? kya koi dusman hai?
principal ke ghare baton ka raaz kya hai?
wo scorpio wala admi kaha gaya?
Kya neha sirf receptionist hai ya uske andar chupa hua hai ek gehri raaz? kya hoga age
“Har kahani ka asli rang tabhi samajh aata hai… jab uske asli kirdaar ek ek karke samne aate hain. Aur ab… Ravi ki kahani mein ek naya khel shuru hone ja raha hai.”
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH BOYS HOSTEL – EVENING
Ravi mandir se laut kar apne kadmon ko HOSTEL ki taraf badhata hai…Thoda thaka hua, par aankhon mein ek nayi zindagi ka utsah.
Shaheed Bhagat Singh Boys Hostel — ek 3-floor L-shaped building. Lohe ka bada board:
“Shaheed Bhagat Singh Hostel – Estd. 1978”
Building Structure
Building 3 manzilon ki hai (Ground + 2 Floors).
Ground floor par warden office, reception, visitors’ lounge, dining hall aur study room hai.
Pehle aur dusre floor par rooms for students hain.
Har floor ke corridor ke dono taraf rooms hain.
Center mein ek bada courtyard hai jismein shaam ko students cricket ya badminton khelte hain.
Rooms
Total rooms: 120.
Har room mein 2 ya 3 students rakhne ki facility hai.
Room ka size: lagbhag 12x14 feet.
Har room mein 2,3 lohe ka bed, study table, kursi aur ek almari hoti hai.
Study Room & Library
Ground floor par ek study room hai jahan shaam ko sab students baith kar padhai karte hain.
Study room ke saath ek chhoti si hostel library bhi hai jismein general knowledge aur school syllabus ki kitaabein rakhhi hain.
Courtyard mein ladke cricket khel rahe hain, kuch bench pe hansi–mazaak. Shaam ki narangi roshni building par chamak rahi hai.
INT. HOSTEL RECEPTION –
Garmi ki halki si dhoop reception ki khidki se andar aa rahi hai. HOSTEL HALL bahot bada , saaf — ek counter, piche ek notice board, aur counter par BAITHA HAI EK 22 saal ki ladki, sundar si, simple but modern , salwar suit mein , register aur purana computer ke saath busy.
Reception Area
Entrance ke andar aate hi left side pe ek reception desk hai jahan par 22 saal ki young receptionist ladki baithi hoti hai.
Reception ke saamne ek chhota waiting area hai jisme 4–5 kursiyan aur ek notice board laga hai.
Character Introduction – Neha Sharma
Naam: Neha Sharma
Age: 22 saal
Height & Build: 5’5’’ tall, slim-fit aur graceful body language.
Looks: Fair–dusky tone, sharp nose, expressive brown eyes. Hamesha neat ponytail banati hai, halki kajal aur light lipstick lagati hai – simple but elegant.
Dressing Style: Cotton salwar-suit, dupatta shoulder pe neatly set. Professional aur decent look jo hostel environment ko suit karta hai.
Nature: Polite, friendly, lekin zarurat padne par strict bhi. Hostel students ke liye ek “didi” type.
Receptionist Girl
(smiling) : Ji, aap Ravi Mishra hain na? Aapka bag safe hai. Room allotment ka number chahiye tha na?
Ravi
(halka jhijakte hue): Haan… room number? Main abhi shift karna chahta hoon.
Receptionist file khol kar dekhti hai.
Receptionist Girl
(softly): Aapko room number 214 diya gaya hai, second floor, left wing. Key le lijiye.
Ravi sir hila kar muskurata hai. Jaane hi wala hota hai ki tabhi gate se ek lamba-choṛa aadmi aur uske saath ek aurat andar aate hain.
Dono strong build, neat kapde; aadmi lagbhag 40 saal ka, 6′0″ lamba — chehra mulayam par aankhon mein taakat. Aurat thodi jawan dikhti, par uski muskaan garam-garam, mehmaan-navazi mein maahir.
Receptionist turant khadi hoti hai.
Aur us couple ki taraf ishara karti hai.
Receptionist Girl: Aur haan… inse mil lijiye. Sir, ma’am… yeh hamare hostel ke naye warden hain. Aur yeh ma’am ladies hostel ki warden appoint hui hain.
Ravi
(thoda respectful ho kar , haath jod kar): Namaste sir… namaste ma’am.
Mr. Raghav Singh
(gambheer awaaz, par friendly):
Namaste, Ravi. Tum naya student ho? Door se aaye ho?
Ravi: Ji… abhi abhi aaya hoon. Kashmir se.
Mrs. Sunita Singh
(softly muskaan ke saath, maa jaisi): Welcome Beta, ghar se door rehna aasaan nahi hota. Lekin yahaan tumhe apna ghar samajhna hoga. Hostel mein koi dikkat ho toh humein zaroor batana.
Ravi ek chhoti si muskaan deta hai.Ravi ke chehre par relief — jaise hostel mein ab uske liye ek guardian-type presence mil gayi. . . Usne bag uthaya aur corridor ki taraf chal diya. Kadmon mein ek nayi journey ki aahat hai.
INT. CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS
Ravi chal raha hai par beech mein ruk jaata hai. Uske chehre par ek halka sa guilt.
Ravi (soch mein, self-talk)
(whisper): Arre… ghar call karna toh bhool hi gaya. Maa intezaar kar rahi hogi…
Woh turant hostel ke bahar nikalta hai , Shaam dhal rahi hai. Hostel ke bahar chhoti si dukan, jahan ek purana black landline phone counter ke kone pe rakha hai. Dukan mein biscuit ke packet, chips, cold drink ke bottle aur kuch stationery ke samaan latke hue hain.
Buzurg Dukaandaar chai sip karta hua Ravi ko dekhta hai. Ravi hesitant hai, aankhon mein thoda ghar–wali yaad.
Ravi
(haath jod kar): Uncle… ek call karna tha. Maa se baat karni hai.
Dukandaar
(smiling): Haan beta, kar lo. Maa ki awaaz sunoge toh thoda halka mehsoos hoga. Maa ki dua sabse badi cheez hoti hai.
Ravi coin dalta hai, trembling fingers se number dial karta hai. Beech-beech mein uska dil tez dhadak raha hai.
INT. KASHMIR – RAVI KA GHAR – SAME TIME
Chhota sa living room, jahan ek corner mein telephone rakha hai. Tulsi (Ravi ki maa) roti bel rahi hoti hai, tabhi bell bajti hai. Wo hansi ke saath receiver uthati hai.
Maa (Tulshi)
(awaaz mein pyaar aur fikr):
Hello… kaun?
Ravi… beta? Tu pahunch gaya? Safar thik se hua? Kuch khaya peeya?
Ravi
(awaaz bhari hui, par smile karte hue): Haan maa main RAVI … main hostel aa gaya. Sab theek hai. Abhi reception se room allotment mila hai. Yahan log acche hain.
Maa: Beta, ghar se door rehna aasaan nahi hota. Khud ka khayal rakhna. Raat ko late mat jagna, aur khana miss mat karna. Bhagwan tera bhala kare beta. Bas apna khayal rakhna. Khana time pe khana
Ravi
(soft tone): Maa… yahan sab alag hai. Naye log, naya sheher. Thoda ajeeb lag raha hai… par aapki dua hai na.
Maa chup ho jaati hai, uski awaaz bhar aati hai.
Maa: Beta… yaad rakhna, chahe tu kitni bhi door chala jaaye, meri dua hamesha tere saath hai. Teri ek awaaz mere liye sabse badi tasalli hai.
Ravi ke gale mein aansu atak jaate hain. Uska dil bhar jaata hai, par woh apne emotions dabata hai.
Ravi
(sambhalte hue): Bas maa… … aap fikr mat karo …aapki awaaz sun ke hi lag raha hai main ghar mein hoon.
EXT. HOSTEL GATE – SAME TIME
Ravi phone pakde hue aankhen band kar leta hai. Uske chehre pe aansu girte hain, par lips pe halka sa smile hai.
“Dooriyon ne chahe dono ke beech faasla banaya tha, par maa–beta ke rishte ko koi doori kabhi kamzor nahi kar sakti.”
"Safar lamba hai, raaste anjaane hain,
Par maa ki duaon ke saaye, sab afsane hain.
Jahan bhi jaaye beta, maa ka pyaar saath hai,
Dooriyon ke bawajood, dil ka rishta khaas hai."
Phone rakhta hai. Dukaandaar usse dekh kar halka sa muskurata hai.
Dukaandaar: Beta, maa ki dua sabse badi taaqat hoti hai. Ab lagta hai na halka?
Ravi
(smiling with moist eyes): Haan uncle… ab lagta hai main sab kar paunga.
Ravi apna bag uthata hai aur hostel ki taraf wapas chal padta hai. Uske kadam ab pehle se zyada confident lagte hain.
INT. HOSTEL ROOM 214 – EVENING
Ravi key ghuma kar room kholta hai. Darwaza halki creak ki awaaz karta hai. Andar ek chhota sa kamra — ek taraf computer table, 2 bed; doosri taraf ek aur bed aur almari.
Room mein do ladke pehle se hain:
Ladka 1: Computer table pe baitha hua. Thin-framed specs, t-shirt aur jeans pehene hue. Screen par kuch typing kar raha hai, jaise project bana raha ho.
Ladka 2: Deewar ke sahare ulta hokar handstand exercise kar raha hai. Uske muscles tight hain, gym-type body. Pasina tapak raha hai, par face pe confident smile.
Ravi thoda hichkichata hai, bag pakad ke khada ho jaata hai.
Ravi
(thoda halki muskaan ke saath): Namaste… main Ravi Mishra. Room allotment yahin ka hai… Room 214.
Personality: extrovert, friendly, har waqt energy se bhara, class mein popular aur ladkiyon se bhi fast dosti kar leta hai.
Kabir ne Ravi ke kandhe pe thapki di.
Kabir
(grinning): Room 214 mein welcome, bhai! Ab hum teenon ki jodi bani — ek computer master (Amit), ek bodybuilder (main), aur ab tum… chal bata, tumhara talent kya hai?
Ravi: (thoda sharmata hua, par confident hone ki koshish mein)
Main… Ravi Mishra, Kashmir se. Class 11th Science. Shayad… abhi talent dhoondhna baaki hai.
Tab teeno hans padte hain. Atmosphere light ho jaata hai.
Amit
(soft tone): Tension mat lena Ravi. Yahan hostel mein shuruaat sabke liye tough hoti hai. Hum sab adjust kar lenge.
Kabir
(energy se): Aur waise bhi, Room 214 famous hone wala hai! Humari team ekdum dhamaka karegi.
Teeno ladke ek saath apne apne beds par settle ho rahe hain. Room 214 ki lights peeli chamak se room garam aur apna sa lag raha hai.
"Yeh pehli mulaqat thi — Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ki. Teen alag shehron se, teen alag kirdaar… ek hi kamre ke chhote se aasmaan mein bandhe hue. Ab shuru hoga asli safar."
INT. HOSTEL ROOM 214 – FIRST NIGHT
Room ki lights jal rahi hain, halki peeli roshni. Window ke bahar se gaadiyon ka horn aur school ke compound ki halki awaazein aa rahi hain.
Teeno roommates — Ravi, Amit, Kabir — dinner ke baad apne apne beds par baithe hain. Kabir bed pe ulta tang faila kar lete hain, Amit table par laptop band kar ke Ravi ke paas aata hai.
Hawa mein nayi dosti ki khushboo hai.
Kabir
(grinning, aankhon mein chamak): Toh bhai Ravi, batao… Kashmir se ho? Wahaan ke baraf, pahad, wahan ki hawa… sab dekhne ka mann karta hai.
Ravi
(muskaan ke saath, yaadon mein kho kar): Haan… barf girti hai toh saari duniya safed ho jaati hai. Ghar ke saamne apple ke baagh… aur raat ko jab taare chamakte hain, lagta hai jaise aasmaan paas aa gaya ho.
Amit
(smiling softly): Sundar hoga… par tough bhi hoga, na?
Ravi
(slight pause, halka dard): Haan… kabhi kabhi tough hota hai. Par maa baba ke saath rehta hoon, toh sab theek lagta hai.
Kabir
(ekdum mast mood mein): Bas, ab yahan Delhi mein bhi tu apna ghar samajh. Hum hai na! Waise… hum teeno same class mein hain. Matlab mast timepass hoga.
Amit
(sarcasm ke saath): Haan, mast timepass ka matlab — tum kabhi serious study nahi karoge, aur humein bhi distract karoge.
Ravi
(soch kar, softly): Mere liye sab naya hai… Delhi, yeh hostel, naye log. Pata nahi kaisa hoga agle din.
Amit
(calm, reassuring): Relax. Hostel ka pehla din hamesha ajeeb lagta hai. Kal se sab normal lagne lagega. Bas ek cheez yaad rakhna — curfew 9 baje ka hai. Der se andar aaye, toh warden sir seedha lecture de dete hain.
Kabir
(cheeky grin ke saath): Aur lecture bhi aisa ki tumhare kan se dhuaan nikal jaaye! Hahaha… lekin ek baat bataun? Warden sir strict hain, par unki wife — Mrs. Sunita ma’am — ekdum maa jaisi hain. Agar kabhi dikkat ho, unse baat kar lena.
Ravi
(smiling, relaxed): Achha hai… ghar se door hoke bhi koi maa jaisi shakhsiyat hai.
Thodi der silence hoti hai. Teeno apne apne thoughts mein kho jaate hain. Fir Kabir phir se ice-break karta hai.
Kabir
(energetic): Chalo… ab ek rule banate hain. Room 214 ka apna ek promise!
Amit
(eyebrow utha ke): Kaisa promise?
Kabir
(smiling wide): Simple. Hum teeno ek dusre ke saath hamesha honest rahenge. Padhai mein madad, masti mein partner, aur problem mein bhai!
Ravi aur Amit ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Dheere se dono haath badhate hain.
Ravi
(smiling): Theek hai… promise.
Amit
(nods): Promise.
Teeno ek dusre ke haath par haath rakhte hain. Room mein hansi aur dosti ki nayi roshni bhar jaati hai.
“Yeh thi Room 214 ki pehli raat. Ravi ko mil gaye do naye dost, naye safar ke saathi. Hostel ke darwaze ke andar ab ek nayi kahani shuru ho chuki thi…”
"Anjaane shehron se aaye kuch musafir,
Ek kamra, ek dosti, aur laakhon jazbaat ke saathi."
Teeno bed par baithe, hansi-mazaak karte hue. Window se Delhi ki raat ka traffic dikh raha hai.
INT. ROOM 214 – EARLY MORNING
Subah 6 baje hostel ke corridor mein bell bajti hai. “Tingggg!”
Saare kamre khulne lagte hain. Bachche daudte hain, koi brush le kar bathroom, koi towel le kar shower.
Room 214 mein…
Kabir ekdum energetic hai, push-ups kar raha hai.
Amit bed se uthkar specs pehenta hai, haath me toothbrush.
Ravi abhi bhi adhi neend mein hai, par roommates ki awaaz se uth jaata hai.
Kabir
(excited tone): Chal Ravi, hostel ki pehli subah… late hua toh mess mein khali plate milegi!
Ravi
(hansi daba kar): Arre bhai, main toh abhi tak brush bhi nahi kiya.
Amit
(smiling softly): Hostel mein time ka rule sabse important hai. Chal, main bathroom ki line laga deta hoon.
INT. MESS HALL – 7:30 AM
Mess & Dining Hall
Ground floor par ek bada dining hall hai jismein ek saath 150 200 ladke khana kha sakte hain.
Dining hall mein lambi tables aur benches lagi hain.
Khana simple hota hai: roti, chawal, daal, sabzi, kabhi-kabhi kheer ya halwa.
Bada hall, lambi lambi tables aur benches. 70–80 ladke line mein khana le rahe hain. Ek corner mein steel ki baltiyon mein poha, bread-butter aur doodh rakha hai.
Teeno dost plate lekar line mein khade hote hain.
Kabir apna plate bhar ke bolta hai:
Kabir
(cheeky smile)
Hostel ka poha best hai bhai… isme pyaar nahi, bas namak thoda kam hota hai.
Amit calmly bread-butter uthata hai.
Ravi mess ke atmosphere ko aankhon se peeta hai — naya environment, naye chehre, par thoda apnapan bhi.
Sab table par baith kar khana khate hain. Kabir jokes crack karta hai, Amit thoda serious tone mein timetable discuss karta hai.
School Campus – First Day
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – MORNING
Badi si building, saamne lush green lawn. School gate ke upar likha hai:
“Delhi Higher Secondary School – Excellence Through Knowledge”
Bachche white shirt–grey trousers uniform mein jaa rahe hain. Ravi apne naye dost Kabir aur Amit ke saath campus mein entry karta hai.
INT. PRINCIPAL OFFICE – LATER
Principal office ekdum formal aur grand. Walls par freedom fighters ke portraits, ek shelf mein trophies. Desk ke peeche baithen hain Principal Mr. Suresh Malhotra:
Age: 40 saal
Height: 5’10’’
Look: grey hair, spectacles, suit-tie.
Personality: Strict, disciplined, par andar se student-friendly.
Side mein ek senior clerk files check kar raha hai.
Receptionist teeno ko le kar andar aati hai.
Receptionist (to Principal): Sir, yeh naye students hain — Ravi Mishra, Kabir Yadav aur Amit Verma. Inka hostel aur admission formalities complete karna hai.
Principal files kholte hain. Har ek ladke se baari baari sawal karte hain.
Principal Malhotra
(firm tone, Ravi ko dekh kar): Tum Kashmir se aaye ho, Ravi?
Aur state topper bhi...
Ravi
(respectfully, nervous smile): Ji sir… Kashmir se.
Principal:
(softening a little) Bahut door se aaye ho, beta. Matlab tumne yeh raasta chuna hai. Yaad rakhna… yahan sirf padhai nahi, character banaya jaata hai…
yahan discipline sabse pehla rule hai. Ab tak toh tum hai har pariksha mein top kar liye lekin Jeevan ka asli pariksha toh abhi baki hai .
I hope isme bhi tum top hi karoge.... bas shehron ke chamak mein bhatak mat jaana ... yahan har koi aata hai dheron sapne lekan lekin jaate hai khud ko bhula kar....
Ravi head down karke “Yes sir” bolta hai.
Principal Malhotra
(Kabir ki taraf, smile ke saath):
Aur tum Bihar se ho?
Aur tum… sports mein ache lagte ho?
Kabir
(confident grin): Ji sir… ground hi meri jaan hai. Aur aap dekhte hi samajh gaye ki main sports mein active hoon.
Principal halka muskurata hai.
Principal: Ground ki chamak sirf tab dikhai degi jab class ke numbers tumhe sambhal kar rakhenge.
Sports achhi baat hai. Par padhai ke bina sports bhi adhoora hai.
Kabir chhup sa jaata hai.
Principal Malhotra
(Amit ki taraf): Aur tum? Lucknow se…?
Amit
(sincere tone): Ji sir. Main computers aur science mein zyada interest rakhta hoon.
Principal: Good. Yeh school tumhe platform dega… lekin uske liye mehnat tumhe hi karni hogi. Lekin yaad rakho, knowledge ki asli value tab hai jab tum usse duniya badalne mein laga pao.
Principal kuch seconds chup rehte hain, fir Ravi ke paas aake thoda nazdeek khade hote hain.
Principal (soft but deep tone):
Ravi… tumhari aankhon mein mujhe ek kahani dikh rahi hai. Darr bhi hai, sapna bhi hai. Main sirf itna kehna chahta hoon — agar tum sach mein apna aim nahi chhode, toh yeh shehar tumhari kismat likhega.
Ravi aankhen neeche karta hai. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa confidence jagta hai.
"Safar mushkil hoga, raaste kathin,
Lekin jo khud pe yakeen rakhe,
Uske liye har manzil aasaan hai."
Principal un teenon ki file sign karke clerk ko deta hai.
Principal Malhotra: Ab se tum Delhi Higher Secondary School ke student ho. Kal se regular classes join karna. Aur yaad rahe — rules todoge, toh hostel aur school dono mein tikna mushkil ho jaayega.
Teeno ek saath khade ho ka bow karte hain:
“Yes, Sir.”
EXT. SCHOOL LAWN – AFTERWARDS
Teeno office se nikalte hain. Ravi ke chehre pe ab relaxed muskaan hai.
Kabir
(grinning): Boss, ab hum officially school ke sher hain!
Amit
(smiling softly): Sher tab banenge jab exam mein top karenge.
Ravi
(hopeful tone): Par lagta hai yeh safar hum teenon milke tay kar lenge.
teeno doston ki jodi lawn ke raste par chalti hai.
“Hostel ka pehla din… school ka pehla qadam. Ravi ke liye yeh nayi duniya thi — jisme dosti, mehnat aur chunautiyan dono saath chalne wali thi.”
Ferrari ka Entrance
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS GATE – DAY
Principal ke office se Ravi, Amit aur Kabir teeno ek saath nikalte hain. Teeno ke chehre par thoda excitement hai – admission process ab complete ho chuka hai, ab officially wo iss bade school ka hissa hain.
Kabir
(masti bhare andaaz mein): Chalo bhai… ab hostel wapas chalte hain. Waise mujhe toh mess ka khana abhi se yaad aa raha hai.
Amit
(serious tone mein): Tumhe sirf khana yaad rehta hai, Kabir. Tumhe academics pe bhi dhyaan dena hoga.
Ravi
(halki muskaan ke saath): Dono ki baat mein balance chahiye… warna hostel ka life survive karna mushkil ho jaayega.
Teeno chal hi rahe hote hain ki achanak –
ZOOM-IN – ek zor se dahadti hui engine ki awaaz poore campus mein ghoonj jaati hai.
VRROOOOMMM…!!!
Sab students aur staff apna kaam chhod ke palat kar dekhte hain. Ek bright red Ferrari 488 GTB full speed se campus ke gate ke andar ghusti hai.
Tyres zameen se chipak kar screech karte hain, jaise race track par ho.
Kabir
(ankhon ko bada kar): Arey… yeh school hai ya Formula One track?
Amit
(glasses adjust karte hue, shocked): ”Kya koi pagal ho gaya hai?
Ferrari? Campus mein? “Kitni mehngi hogi!
Ferrari thoda aur aage jaakar ek sharp brake lagata hai. Engine ki garaj campus ke bade neem ke ped tak ghoom jaati hai.
Car ka door butterfly style khulta hai.
Sab students hush hush karte hain. Principal bhi office ke window se jhankne lagte hain.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Teeno ke dil mein ek hi sawaal hai –
Kabir
(thoda drama ke saath): “Abey yeh kaun aaya hai… jo Ferrari uda ke school mein ghus raha hai?”
aankhon mein thoda excitement, thoda confusion.
Ravi chup sa reh jata hai. Uska dil tez dhadak raha hai. Woh sochta hai –
“Yeh Ferrari… yeh show-off… par iske peeche kaun sa raaz chhupa hai?”
Principal office ke balcony se Mr. Malhotra gusse mein dekhte hain. Unka chehra stiff ho jaata hai.
Jaise wo is Ferrari wale insaan ko pehle se jaante ho… aur pasand nahi karte. “Har kahani mein ek naya mod hota hai… aur Ravi ki kahani ka pehla mod, ek dahadti Ferrari ki awaaz ke saath shuru hua.”
“Kaun hai yeh? Ek student… ek raja beta… ya phir Ravi ki kahani ka woh pehla mod… jo uski zindagi hamesha ke liye badal dega?” SUSPENSE Ferrari se kaun utrega? Student hoga? Teacher hoga? Ya koi outsider?
kya hai warden couple ka raaz? wo itne damdaar kyese hai? kya koi dusman hai?
principal ke ghare baton ka raaz kya hai?
wo scorpio wala admi kaha gaya?
Kya neha sirf receptionist hai ya uske andar chupa hua hai ek gehri raaz? kya hoga age
“Har kahani ka asli rang tabhi samajh aata hai… jab uske asli kirdaar ek ek karke samne aate hain. Aur ab… Ravi ki kahani mein ek naya khel shuru hone ja raha hai.”
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH BOYS HOSTEL – EVENING
Ravi mandir se laut kar apne kadmon ko HOSTEL ki taraf badhata hai…Thoda thaka hua, par aankhon mein ek nayi zindagi ka utsah.
Shaheed Bhagat Singh Boys Hostel — ek 3-floor L-shaped building. Lohe ka bada board:
“Shaheed Bhagat Singh Hostel – Estd. 1978”
Building Structure
Building 3 manzilon ki hai (Ground + 2 Floors).
Ground floor par warden office, reception, visitors’ lounge, dining hall aur study room hai.
Pehle aur dusre floor par rooms for students hain.
Har floor ke corridor ke dono taraf rooms hain.
Center mein ek bada courtyard hai jismein shaam ko students cricket ya badminton khelte hain.
Rooms
Total rooms: 120.
Har room mein 2 ya 3 students rakhne ki facility hai.
Room ka size: lagbhag 12x14 feet.
Har room mein 2,3 lohe ka bed, study table, kursi aur ek almari hoti hai.
Study Room & Library
Ground floor par ek study room hai jahan shaam ko sab students baith kar padhai karte hain.
Study room ke saath ek chhoti si hostel library bhi hai jismein general knowledge aur school syllabus ki kitaabein rakhhi hain.
Courtyard mein ladke cricket khel rahe hain, kuch bench pe hansi–mazaak. Shaam ki narangi roshni building par chamak rahi hai.
INT. HOSTEL RECEPTION –
Garmi ki halki si dhoop reception ki khidki se andar aa rahi hai. HOSTEL HALL bahot bada , saaf — ek counter, piche ek notice board, aur counter par BAITHA HAI EK 22 saal ki ladki, sundar si, simple but modern , salwar suit mein , register aur purana computer ke saath busy.
Reception Area
Entrance ke andar aate hi left side pe ek reception desk hai jahan par 22 saal ki young receptionist ladki baithi hoti hai.
Reception ke saamne ek chhota waiting area hai jisme 4–5 kursiyan aur ek notice board laga hai.
Character Introduction – Neha Sharma
Naam: Neha Sharma
Age: 22 saal
Height & Build: 5’5’’ tall, slim-fit aur graceful body language.
Looks: Fair–dusky tone, sharp nose, expressive brown eyes. Hamesha neat ponytail banati hai, halki kajal aur light lipstick lagati hai – simple but elegant.
Dressing Style: Cotton salwar-suit, dupatta shoulder pe neatly set. Professional aur decent look jo hostel environment ko suit karta hai.
Nature: Polite, friendly, lekin zarurat padne par strict bhi. Hostel students ke liye ek “didi” type.
Receptionist Girl
(smiling) : Ji, aap Ravi Mishra hain na? Aapka bag safe hai. Room allotment ka number chahiye tha na?
Ravi
(halka jhijakte hue): Haan… room number? Main abhi shift karna chahta hoon.
Receptionist file khol kar dekhti hai.
Receptionist Girl
(softly): Aapko room number 214 diya gaya hai, second floor, left wing. Key le lijiye.
Ravi sir hila kar muskurata hai. Jaane hi wala hota hai ki tabhi gate se ek lamba-choṛa aadmi aur uske saath ek aurat andar aate hain.
Dono strong build, neat kapde; aadmi lagbhag 40 saal ka, 6′0″ lamba — chehra mulayam par aankhon mein taakat. Aurat thodi jawan dikhti, par uski muskaan garam-garam, mehmaan-navazi mein maahir.
Receptionist turant khadi hoti hai.
Aur us couple ki taraf ishara karti hai.
Receptionist Girl: Aur haan… inse mil lijiye. Sir, ma’am… yeh hamare hostel ke naye warden hain. Aur yeh ma’am ladies hostel ki warden appoint hui hain.
Ravi
(thoda respectful ho kar , haath jod kar): Namaste sir… namaste ma’am.
Mr. Raghav Singh
(gambheer awaaz, par friendly):
Namaste, Ravi. Tum naya student ho? Door se aaye ho?
Ravi: Ji… abhi abhi aaya hoon. Kashmir se.
Mrs. Sunita Singh
(softly muskaan ke saath, maa jaisi): Welcome Beta, ghar se door rehna aasaan nahi hota. Lekin yahaan tumhe apna ghar samajhna hoga. Hostel mein koi dikkat ho toh humein zaroor batana.
Ravi ek chhoti si muskaan deta hai.Ravi ke chehre par relief — jaise hostel mein ab uske liye ek guardian-type presence mil gayi. . . Usne bag uthaya aur corridor ki taraf chal diya. Kadmon mein ek nayi journey ki aahat hai.
INT. CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS
Ravi chal raha hai par beech mein ruk jaata hai. Uske chehre par ek halka sa guilt.
Ravi (soch mein, self-talk)
(whisper): Arre… ghar call karna toh bhool hi gaya. Maa intezaar kar rahi hogi…
Woh turant hostel ke bahar nikalta hai , Shaam dhal rahi hai. Hostel ke bahar chhoti si dukan, jahan ek purana black landline phone counter ke kone pe rakha hai. Dukan mein biscuit ke packet, chips, cold drink ke bottle aur kuch stationery ke samaan latke hue hain.
Buzurg Dukaandaar chai sip karta hua Ravi ko dekhta hai. Ravi hesitant hai, aankhon mein thoda ghar–wali yaad.
Ravi
(haath jod kar): Uncle… ek call karna tha. Maa se baat karni hai.
Dukandaar
(smiling): Haan beta, kar lo. Maa ki awaaz sunoge toh thoda halka mehsoos hoga. Maa ki dua sabse badi cheez hoti hai.
Ravi coin dalta hai, trembling fingers se number dial karta hai. Beech-beech mein uska dil tez dhadak raha hai.
INT. KASHMIR – RAVI KA GHAR – SAME TIME
Chhota sa living room, jahan ek corner mein telephone rakha hai. Tulsi (Ravi ki maa) roti bel rahi hoti hai, tabhi bell bajti hai. Wo hansi ke saath receiver uthati hai.
Maa (Tulshi)
(awaaz mein pyaar aur fikr):
Hello… kaun?
Ravi… beta? Tu pahunch gaya? Safar thik se hua? Kuch khaya peeya?
Ravi
(awaaz bhari hui, par smile karte hue): Haan maa main RAVI … main hostel aa gaya. Sab theek hai. Abhi reception se room allotment mila hai. Yahan log acche hain.
Maa: Beta, ghar se door rehna aasaan nahi hota. Khud ka khayal rakhna. Raat ko late mat jagna, aur khana miss mat karna. Bhagwan tera bhala kare beta. Bas apna khayal rakhna. Khana time pe khana
Ravi
(soft tone): Maa… yahan sab alag hai. Naye log, naya sheher. Thoda ajeeb lag raha hai… par aapki dua hai na.
Maa chup ho jaati hai, uski awaaz bhar aati hai.
Maa: Beta… yaad rakhna, chahe tu kitni bhi door chala jaaye, meri dua hamesha tere saath hai. Teri ek awaaz mere liye sabse badi tasalli hai.
Ravi ke gale mein aansu atak jaate hain. Uska dil bhar jaata hai, par woh apne emotions dabata hai.
Ravi
(sambhalte hue): Bas maa… … aap fikr mat karo …aapki awaaz sun ke hi lag raha hai main ghar mein hoon.
EXT. HOSTEL GATE – SAME TIME
Ravi phone pakde hue aankhen band kar leta hai. Uske chehre pe aansu girte hain, par lips pe halka sa smile hai.
“Dooriyon ne chahe dono ke beech faasla banaya tha, par maa–beta ke rishte ko koi doori kabhi kamzor nahi kar sakti.”
"Safar lamba hai, raaste anjaane hain,
Par maa ki duaon ke saaye, sab afsane hain.
Jahan bhi jaaye beta, maa ka pyaar saath hai,
Dooriyon ke bawajood, dil ka rishta khaas hai."
Phone rakhta hai. Dukaandaar usse dekh kar halka sa muskurata hai.
Dukaandaar: Beta, maa ki dua sabse badi taaqat hoti hai. Ab lagta hai na halka?
Ravi
(smiling with moist eyes): Haan uncle… ab lagta hai main sab kar paunga.
Ravi apna bag uthata hai aur hostel ki taraf wapas chal padta hai. Uske kadam ab pehle se zyada confident lagte hain.
INT. HOSTEL ROOM 214 – EVENING
Ravi key ghuma kar room kholta hai. Darwaza halki creak ki awaaz karta hai. Andar ek chhota sa kamra — ek taraf computer table, 2 bed; doosri taraf ek aur bed aur almari.
Room mein do ladke pehle se hain:
Ladka 1: Computer table pe baitha hua. Thin-framed specs, t-shirt aur jeans pehene hue. Screen par kuch typing kar raha hai, jaise project bana raha ho.
Ladka 2: Deewar ke sahare ulta hokar handstand exercise kar raha hai. Uske muscles tight hain, gym-type body. Pasina tapak raha hai, par face pe confident smile.
Ravi thoda hichkichata hai, bag pakad ke khada ho jaata hai.
Ravi
(thoda halki muskaan ke saath): Namaste… main Ravi Mishra. Room allotment yahin ka hai… Room 214.
Personality: extrovert, friendly, har waqt energy se bhara, class mein popular aur ladkiyon se bhi fast dosti kar leta hai.
Kabir ne Ravi ke kandhe pe thapki di.
Kabir
(grinning): Room 214 mein welcome, bhai! Ab hum teenon ki jodi bani — ek computer master (Amit), ek bodybuilder (main), aur ab tum… chal bata, tumhara talent kya hai?
Ravi: (thoda sharmata hua, par confident hone ki koshish mein)
Main… Ravi Mishra, Kashmir se. Class 11th Science. Shayad… abhi talent dhoondhna baaki hai.
Tab teeno hans padte hain. Atmosphere light ho jaata hai.
Amit
(soft tone): Tension mat lena Ravi. Yahan hostel mein shuruaat sabke liye tough hoti hai. Hum sab adjust kar lenge.
Kabir
(energy se): Aur waise bhi, Room 214 famous hone wala hai! Humari team ekdum dhamaka karegi.
Teeno ladke ek saath apne apne beds par settle ho rahe hain. Room 214 ki lights peeli chamak se room garam aur apna sa lag raha hai.
"Yeh pehli mulaqat thi — Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ki. Teen alag shehron se, teen alag kirdaar… ek hi kamre ke chhote se aasmaan mein bandhe hue. Ab shuru hoga asli safar."
INT. HOSTEL ROOM 214 – FIRST NIGHT
Room ki lights jal rahi hain, halki peeli roshni. Window ke bahar se gaadiyon ka horn aur school ke compound ki halki awaazein aa rahi hain.
Teeno roommates — Ravi, Amit, Kabir — dinner ke baad apne apne beds par baithe hain. Kabir bed pe ulta tang faila kar lete hain, Amit table par laptop band kar ke Ravi ke paas aata hai.
Hawa mein nayi dosti ki khushboo hai.
Kabir
(grinning, aankhon mein chamak): Toh bhai Ravi, batao… Kashmir se ho? Wahaan ke baraf, pahad, wahan ki hawa… sab dekhne ka mann karta hai.
Ravi
(muskaan ke saath, yaadon mein kho kar): Haan… barf girti hai toh saari duniya safed ho jaati hai. Ghar ke saamne apple ke baagh… aur raat ko jab taare chamakte hain, lagta hai jaise aasmaan paas aa gaya ho.
Amit
(smiling softly): Sundar hoga… par tough bhi hoga, na?
Ravi
(slight pause, halka dard): Haan… kabhi kabhi tough hota hai. Par maa baba ke saath rehta hoon, toh sab theek lagta hai.
Kabir
(ekdum mast mood mein): Bas, ab yahan Delhi mein bhi tu apna ghar samajh. Hum hai na! Waise… hum teeno same class mein hain. Matlab mast timepass hoga.
Amit
(sarcasm ke saath): Haan, mast timepass ka matlab — tum kabhi serious study nahi karoge, aur humein bhi distract karoge.
Ravi
(soch kar, softly): Mere liye sab naya hai… Delhi, yeh hostel, naye log. Pata nahi kaisa hoga agle din.
Amit
(calm, reassuring): Relax. Hostel ka pehla din hamesha ajeeb lagta hai. Kal se sab normal lagne lagega. Bas ek cheez yaad rakhna — curfew 9 baje ka hai. Der se andar aaye, toh warden sir seedha lecture de dete hain.
Kabir
(cheeky grin ke saath): Aur lecture bhi aisa ki tumhare kan se dhuaan nikal jaaye! Hahaha… lekin ek baat bataun? Warden sir strict hain, par unki wife — Mrs. Sunita ma’am — ekdum maa jaisi hain. Agar kabhi dikkat ho, unse baat kar lena.
Ravi
(smiling, relaxed): Achha hai… ghar se door hoke bhi koi maa jaisi shakhsiyat hai.
Thodi der silence hoti hai. Teeno apne apne thoughts mein kho jaate hain. Fir Kabir phir se ice-break karta hai.
Kabir
(energetic): Chalo… ab ek rule banate hain. Room 214 ka apna ek promise!
Amit
(eyebrow utha ke): Kaisa promise?
Kabir
(smiling wide): Simple. Hum teeno ek dusre ke saath hamesha honest rahenge. Padhai mein madad, masti mein partner, aur problem mein bhai!
Ravi aur Amit ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Dheere se dono haath badhate hain.
Ravi
(smiling): Theek hai… promise.
Amit
(nods): Promise.
Teeno ek dusre ke haath par haath rakhte hain. Room mein hansi aur dosti ki nayi roshni bhar jaati hai.
“Yeh thi Room 214 ki pehli raat. Ravi ko mil gaye do naye dost, naye safar ke saathi. Hostel ke darwaze ke andar ab ek nayi kahani shuru ho chuki thi…”
"Anjaane shehron se aaye kuch musafir,
Ek kamra, ek dosti, aur laakhon jazbaat ke saathi."
Teeno bed par baithe, hansi-mazaak karte hue. Window se Delhi ki raat ka traffic dikh raha hai.
INT. ROOM 214 – EARLY MORNING
Subah 6 baje hostel ke corridor mein bell bajti hai. “Tingggg!”
Saare kamre khulne lagte hain. Bachche daudte hain, koi brush le kar bathroom, koi towel le kar shower.
Room 214 mein…
Kabir ekdum energetic hai, push-ups kar raha hai.
Amit bed se uthkar specs pehenta hai, haath me toothbrush.
Ravi abhi bhi adhi neend mein hai, par roommates ki awaaz se uth jaata hai.
Kabir
(excited tone): Chal Ravi, hostel ki pehli subah… late hua toh mess mein khali plate milegi!
Ravi
(hansi daba kar): Arre bhai, main toh abhi tak brush bhi nahi kiya.
Amit
(smiling softly): Hostel mein time ka rule sabse important hai. Chal, main bathroom ki line laga deta hoon.
INT. MESS HALL – 7:30 AM
Mess & Dining Hall
Ground floor par ek bada dining hall hai jismein ek saath 150 200 ladke khana kha sakte hain.
Dining hall mein lambi tables aur benches lagi hain.
Khana simple hota hai: roti, chawal, daal, sabzi, kabhi-kabhi kheer ya halwa.
Bada hall, lambi lambi tables aur benches. 70–80 ladke line mein khana le rahe hain. Ek corner mein steel ki baltiyon mein poha, bread-butter aur doodh rakha hai.
Teeno dost plate lekar line mein khade hote hain.
Kabir apna plate bhar ke bolta hai:
Kabir
(cheeky smile)
Hostel ka poha best hai bhai… isme pyaar nahi, bas namak thoda kam hota hai.
Amit calmly bread-butter uthata hai.
Ravi mess ke atmosphere ko aankhon se peeta hai — naya environment, naye chehre, par thoda apnapan bhi.
Sab table par baith kar khana khate hain. Kabir jokes crack karta hai, Amit thoda serious tone mein timetable discuss karta hai.
School Campus – First Day
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – MORNING
Badi si building, saamne lush green lawn. School gate ke upar likha hai:
“Delhi Higher Secondary School – Excellence Through Knowledge”
Bachche white shirt–grey trousers uniform mein jaa rahe hain. Ravi apne naye dost Kabir aur Amit ke saath campus mein entry karta hai.
INT. PRINCIPAL OFFICE – LATER
Principal office ekdum formal aur grand. Walls par freedom fighters ke portraits, ek shelf mein trophies. Desk ke peeche baithen hain Principal Mr. Suresh Malhotra:
Age: 40 saal
Height: 5’10’’
Look: grey hair, spectacles, suit-tie.
Personality: Strict, disciplined, par andar se student-friendly.
Side mein ek senior clerk files check kar raha hai.
Receptionist teeno ko le kar andar aati hai.
Receptionist (to Principal): Sir, yeh naye students hain — Ravi Mishra, Kabir Yadav aur Amit Verma. Inka hostel aur admission formalities complete karna hai.
Principal files kholte hain. Har ek ladke se baari baari sawal karte hain.
Principal Malhotra
(firm tone, Ravi ko dekh kar): Tum Kashmir se aaye ho, Ravi?
Aur state topper bhi...
Ravi
(respectfully, nervous smile): Ji sir… Kashmir se.
Principal:
(softening a little) Bahut door se aaye ho, beta. Matlab tumne yeh raasta chuna hai. Yaad rakhna… yahan sirf padhai nahi, character banaya jaata hai…
yahan discipline sabse pehla rule hai. Ab tak toh tum hai har pariksha mein top kar liye lekin Jeevan ka asli pariksha toh abhi baki hai .
I hope isme bhi tum top hi karoge.... bas shehron ke chamak mein bhatak mat jaana ... yahan har koi aata hai dheron sapne lekan lekin jaate hai khud ko bhula kar....
Ravi head down karke “Yes sir” bolta hai.
Principal Malhotra
(Kabir ki taraf, smile ke saath):
Aur tum Bihar se ho?
Aur tum… sports mein ache lagte ho?
Kabir
(confident grin): Ji sir… ground hi meri jaan hai. Aur aap dekhte hi samajh gaye ki main sports mein active hoon.
Principal halka muskurata hai.
Principal: Ground ki chamak sirf tab dikhai degi jab class ke numbers tumhe sambhal kar rakhenge.
Sports achhi baat hai. Par padhai ke bina sports bhi adhoora hai.
Kabir chhup sa jaata hai.
Principal Malhotra
(Amit ki taraf): Aur tum? Lucknow se…?
Amit
(sincere tone): Ji sir. Main computers aur science mein zyada interest rakhta hoon.
Principal: Good. Yeh school tumhe platform dega… lekin uske liye mehnat tumhe hi karni hogi. Lekin yaad rakho, knowledge ki asli value tab hai jab tum usse duniya badalne mein laga pao.
Principal kuch seconds chup rehte hain, fir Ravi ke paas aake thoda nazdeek khade hote hain.
Principal (soft but deep tone):
Ravi… tumhari aankhon mein mujhe ek kahani dikh rahi hai. Darr bhi hai, sapna bhi hai. Main sirf itna kehna chahta hoon — agar tum sach mein apna aim nahi chhode, toh yeh shehar tumhari kismat likhega.
Ravi aankhen neeche karta hai. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa confidence jagta hai.
"Safar mushkil hoga, raaste kathin,
Lekin jo khud pe yakeen rakhe,
Uske liye har manzil aasaan hai."
Principal un teenon ki file sign karke clerk ko deta hai.
Principal Malhotra: Ab se tum Delhi Higher Secondary School ke student ho. Kal se regular classes join karna. Aur yaad rahe — rules todoge, toh hostel aur school dono mein tikna mushkil ho jaayega.
Teeno ek saath khade ho ka bow karte hain:
“Yes, Sir.”
EXT. SCHOOL LAWN – AFTERWARDS
Teeno office se nikalte hain. Ravi ke chehre pe ab relaxed muskaan hai.
Kabir
(grinning): Boss, ab hum officially school ke sher hain!
Amit
(smiling softly): Sher tab banenge jab exam mein top karenge.
Ravi
(hopeful tone): Par lagta hai yeh safar hum teenon milke tay kar lenge.
teeno doston ki jodi lawn ke raste par chalti hai.
“Hostel ka pehla din… school ka pehla qadam. Ravi ke liye yeh nayi duniya thi — jisme dosti, mehnat aur chunautiyan dono saath chalne wali thi.”
Ferrari ka Entrance
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS GATE – DAY
Principal ke office se Ravi, Amit aur Kabir teeno ek saath nikalte hain. Teeno ke chehre par thoda excitement hai – admission process ab complete ho chuka hai, ab officially wo iss bade school ka hissa hain.
Kabir
(masti bhare andaaz mein): Chalo bhai… ab hostel wapas chalte hain. Waise mujhe toh mess ka khana abhi se yaad aa raha hai.
Amit
(serious tone mein): Tumhe sirf khana yaad rehta hai, Kabir. Tumhe academics pe bhi dhyaan dena hoga.
Ravi
(halki muskaan ke saath): Dono ki baat mein balance chahiye… warna hostel ka life survive karna mushkil ho jaayega.
Teeno chal hi rahe hote hain ki achanak –
ZOOM-IN – ek zor se dahadti hui engine ki awaaz poore campus mein ghoonj jaati hai.
VRROOOOMMM…!!!
Sab students aur staff apna kaam chhod ke palat kar dekhte hain. Ek bright red Ferrari 488 GTB full speed se campus ke gate ke andar ghusti hai.
Tyres zameen se chipak kar screech karte hain, jaise race track par ho.
Kabir
(ankhon ko bada kar): Arey… yeh school hai ya Formula One track?
Amit
(glasses adjust karte hue, shocked): ”Kya koi pagal ho gaya hai?
Ferrari? Campus mein? “Kitni mehngi hogi!
Ferrari thoda aur aage jaakar ek sharp brake lagata hai. Engine ki garaj campus ke bade neem ke ped tak ghoom jaati hai.
Car ka door butterfly style khulta hai.
Sab students hush hush karte hain. Principal bhi office ke window se jhankne lagte hain.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Teeno ke dil mein ek hi sawaal hai –
Kabir
(thoda drama ke saath): “Abey yeh kaun aaya hai… jo Ferrari uda ke school mein ghus raha hai?”
aankhon mein thoda excitement, thoda confusion.
Ravi chup sa reh jata hai. Uska dil tez dhadak raha hai. Woh sochta hai –
“Yeh Ferrari… yeh show-off… par iske peeche kaun sa raaz chhupa hai?”
Principal office ke balcony se Mr. Malhotra gusse mein dekhte hain. Unka chehra stiff ho jaata hai.
Jaise wo is Ferrari wale insaan ko pehle se jaante ho… aur pasand nahi karte. “Har kahani mein ek naya mod hota hai… aur Ravi ki kahani ka pehla mod, ek dahadti Ferrari ki awaaz ke saath shuru hua.”
“Kaun hai yeh? Ek student… ek raja beta… ya phir Ravi ki kahani ka woh pehla mod… jo uski zindagi hamesha ke liye badal dega?” SUSPENSE Ferrari se kaun utrega? Student hoga? Teacher hoga? Ya koi outsider?
kya hai warden couple ka raaz? wo itne damdaar kyese hai? kya koi dusman hai?
principal ke ghare baton ka raaz kya hai?
wo scorpio wala admi kaha gaya?
Kya neha sirf receptionist hai ya uske andar chupa hua hai ek gehri raaz? kya hoga age
“Har kahani ka asli rang tabhi samajh aata hai… jab uske asli kirdaar ek ek karke samne aate hain. Aur ab… Ravi ki kahani mein ek naya khel shuru hone ja raha hai.”
Update 2 –FLASHBACK-10 SAAL PEHLE (14th May , 2015)
Admission Form Details – Delhi Public Higher Secondary School, Lajpat Nagar
Teen Din Baad – Ek Naya Lifafa
“Delhi Public Higher Secondary School – Admission Office”
Admission Letter (Offer Letter)
Tayyari – Sheher Jaane Ki
Kashmir Se Dilli Ki Yatra – Ek Nayi Subah Ka Safar
Train Scene – “Safar ka Anjaana Saathi”
Dilli – Orientation Day
Mandir ke baad – “Safed Gaadi ka Rahasya”
Suspense Begins…
“Ye sirf accident tha… ya kisi ne jaan bujhkar mujhe marne ki koshish ki?”
Yeh questions suspense ko alive rakhenge, aur reader agla page पलटने pe majboor ho jaayega.
