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Tabhi 90 degree waalaa wahi mod ekdam se saamane aa kar beech sadak par khadaa ho gayaa jis par is shahar ke sabase zyaadaa accident hote the. aaj meri baari thi kyaa? mainne zor se break maare. bike zor se laharaaee, aur dheemi hote-hote aadhi gol ghoom gayi. raat ke sannaate mein break ki choon-choon door tak goonji thi. shukar hai ki bike mere control mein rahi thi. agar meraa accident ho jaataa aur main mar jaataa to meraa baap meri gaand maar letaa.

Muhaawaraa hai bhai. koi baap apane bete ki gaand thode hi maarataa hai.

Kyaa kahaa? “maarataa hai?” Hmm! to yah chal rahaa hai aapake yahaan.

Main mod par mud gayaa. saamane door tak khaali leti sadak ko dekh kar mere munh mein paani bhar aayaa. mainne accelerator par haath dabaayaa hi thaa ki sadak ke kinaare se lapak kar koi ekdam mere saamane aa gayaa.

Bike abhi dheemi hi thi. mainne phir se break dabaaye aur bike skid hoti huyi usase 6 inch pahale hi ruk gayi. mainne apane paanv jameen par rakhe aur use dekhaa. wo ek motaa, bhaddaa, gandaa policewaalaa thaa. mainne man mein kahaa, “aa gaye maamoo, 50 rupaye kaa choonaa lagaane.”

Usane apane ek haath ko bike ke handle par rakhaa, jaise bike usi ne roki ho. farmaan jaari huaa, “licence?”

Mainne jeb se licence nikaal kar diyaa.

Usane padhate huye kahaa, “abey Abhishek Rana! R P Rana ki aulad, yah to motorcycle driving kaa licence hai. hawaai jahaaz driving kaa licence dikhaa jo tuu udhaa rahaa thaa.”

Apane is badhiyaa se dialogue par wo ho-ho-ho kar ke hansaa aur licence waapas kar diyaa. meri jaan mein jaan aai. wo khushdil policewaalaa thaa. usase saaf-saaf baat ki jaa sakati hai. waranaa kaee policewaale to ghoos lene ke liye bhi 50 rupaye ki ghoos lete hain.

Mainne kahaa, “sir, dheemi hi to thi, dekhiye naa, aapako dekhate hi pat se ruk gai.”

Wo phir se ho-ho-ho kar ke hansaa. meraa kaam aasaan ho gayaa thaa. wo mujhe aise to jaane dene waalaa nahin thaa. magar mujhe paise dene mein koi taqaleef nahin thi. baap kamaate hi isaliye hain ki jawaan betaa har aish kare aur pakade jaane par ghoos de kar chhoot jaaye.

Tab tak sadak ki roshani mein usane mujhe naap-taul liyaa thaa. use moti rakam ki soongh aa gayi thi. mahangi bike, banaa-thanaa, smart, handsome, bakar-chodu laundaa jisaki gaand police ko dekhate hi NAHIN phat gaee thi. khandaani rutabaa saaf jhalakaa thaa.

Aur phir 18 saal ki umr, gora, chikanaa, khoobsoorat, naazon-palaa badan. matalab ki thaane mein raat guzarane ke khayaal se hi meri gaand phat jaane waali thi. usane kahaa, “meelon se tere hawaaee-jahaz ki aawaaz aa rahi thi. break ki aawaaz kitani zor se goonji thi. 80 par rahaa hogaa?”

Main use bataane waalaa nahin thaa ki usakaa guess ekdam sahi thaa.

Mainne kahaa, “sir. sadake sunsaan padi hain. dekhiye naa, aapake aur mere alaawaa yahaan aur koi nahin hai. mainne sunaa thaa ki raat ko speed, signal, side ki rok nahin hoti hai.”

“Yahaan koi nahin tere mere siwaa” kaa gaanaa usake zehan mein goongaa aur usaki aankhein chamak utheen. wo mere sayaanepan par muskuraayaa. main bhi apane sayaanepan par muskuraayaa. ab wo mujhe ishaaraa degaa aur main use 50 kaa note doongaa, aur main apani bike phir se 80 par bhagaa le jaaoongaa. magar tabhi doodh mein makkhi padh gayi. hawaa kaa ek jhonkaa aayaa aur use paise ke alaawaa ek aur soongh de gayaa. yah nayi soongh use zyaadaa moti rakam kaa haqdaar banaa gayi.

Usane ekdam se haath badhaakar meri shirt ko apane ……panje mein jakad liyaa aur mujhe aage kheenchaa. aur usane apane sar ko mere chehare ki or badhaayaa. ek pal mein hi usaki naak jaise mere munh ke bheetar tak ghusi huyi thi. shukr hai ki use zukaam nahin thaa.
Mainne apani saans rok li. usane meraa galaa zor se dabaa diyaa. mujhe saans leni padi. usane paun baar apane nathune phulaa kar zor se saans kheenchi.

Usaki aankhon mein wo chamak aa gaee thi jo billi ki aankhon mein tab aati hogi jab wo choohe ko apane panje mein jakad chuki hoti hogi.

Usane kahaa, “daaroo pi kar 90 par gaadi chalaataa hai. lambaa napegaa. jaanataa hai kitanaa kharchaa lagegaa?”

Meri gaand phat gaee.

Kharch ki koi fiqr nahin thi. us jaise sau-pachaas ko to main apane ghar aa kar roz salaam thokane ko kahataa, aur wo roz aate aur salaam thonkate. napane ki bhi koi fiqr nahin thi kyonki main abhi yahin khade-khade mobile dabaataa to usake saare baap, IG, DIG, SP, DSP, shahar ke saare TI apani nangi beewiyon ke pahaloo se uth kar daude-daude aate aur mujhe mere ghar pahunchaate.

Magar is zabardast plan ki sabake kamzor kadi meraa madarchod baap thaa. jaise hi mere baap ko pataa chalataa ki main daaroo pi kar bike chalaa rahaa thaa, wo meri maan chod detaa.

Are, meri maan to wo chodataa hi thaa. tabhi to main nikalaa thaa. magar main muhaawaraa sunaa rahaa thaa. duniyaa bhar mein meri sirf apane iklaute baap se phatati thi. daaroo pee kar tez gaadi chalaate huye accident mein mere marane ke intazaar mein dubalaa hone ki jagah wo khud apane haathon se mujhe abhi yahin maar daalataa.

Mainne surrender kar diyaa, “sir, galati ho gai. aap bade hain, sayaane hain. kisi tarah maamalaa rafaa-dafaa kar dein to bachchaa hameshaa aapakaa ehasaan maanegaa.”

“Kisi tarah”, “rafaa-dafaa”, “ehasaan” jaise shabd kisi bhi ghooskhor policiye ko ek pal ke liye khud ko Mahatma Gandhi ki khoyi huyi aulaad samajhane par majboor kar dete hain. wo bhi khush ho gayaa.

Apane haath mere collar se hataa kar bolaa, “chal. too bhi kyaa yaad karegaa. 500 hi de-de.”

Mainne kahaa, “gareebamaari hai, sir. main school jaane waalaa bachchha. zaraa si pocketmoney milati hai. 50 kaa rate chal rahaa hai.
student concession mein 20. aap 100 le lein.”

Meri dictionary mein “zaraa si” kaa matlab “unlimited” thaa.

Apane terrorist baap se apani kunwaari gaand bachaane ke liye main use 500 kyaa, 1000, 2000 bhi de detaa. magar main jaanataa thaa ki kisi policewaale ki kahi pahali rakam maan lo, to use afasos hotaa hai ki usane aur badi rakam kyon nahin maangi. phir wo duty par saari raat chain se so nahin paataa hai, aur har phansane waale ko pareshaan kar ke apani khunnas nikaalataa hai. isiliye mainne usase khaamkhwaah mol-bhaav kiyaa thaa. jan-kalyaan mein.

Wo 100 pakke maan kar khush ho gayaa, bolaa, “300.”

Mainne kahaa, “150.”

Usane kahaa, “200. waranaa chal sasuraal.”

Aur mainne us par laakh shukraane bhari nazar daalate huye apani pant ki pichhali pocket mein haath daalaa.

Meri gaand phir se phat gaee.

Meraa purse gaayab thaa.

Mujhe yaad aayaa, ki purse gaayab nahin thaa. main apanaa purse dost ke yahaa bhool aayaa thaa. koi wajah aap fit kar lijiye, bhai. itani stories padhate-padhate aap bhi to achchhe-khaase writer ho chuke hain. agar purse mere paas hotaa, aur main use paise de kar ghar jaa kar so jaataa, to kahaani kaise banati?

Meraa chaunkanaa dekh kar use Gandhi ji ke do baar darshan na kar paane kaa badaa afsos huaa. wo gurraayaa, “purse gum ho gayaa, bhool aayaa, jaisi koi makkaari maari, to raat thaane mein gujari.”

Wo gussaa ho gayaa thaa, isaliye maskhari chhod kar asali dhamaki de rahaa thaa. main bolaa, “yahi baat hai, sir. purse bhool aayaa hoon.”

Wo mujhe khatarnaak nazaron se ghoorane lagaa.

Mainne kahaa, “sir, waadaa karataa hoon. kal subah aa kar de jaaoongaa. aakhir mujhe is sadak par apanaa hawaai jahaaz roz udhaanaa hai.”

Wo bolaa, “meri ghoos ki 8 laakh ki udhaari baaki hai. nagad de.”

Mainne jeb se mobile nikaal kar usaki aankhon ke saamane laharaayaa, aur kahaa, “sir, mobile rakh lein, 9000 kaa hai. girawi rahaa. kal cash de kar chhudaa le jaaoongaa.”

Wo bolaa, “nahin. picchale maheene mere ek dost ne kisi kaa mobile rakh liyaa thaa. wo thaane mein report likhaane pahunch gayaa ki usakaa mobile policewaale ne loot liyaa. meraa dost khade-khade suspend kar diyaa gayaa. main koi pahachaani jaane waali cheez nahin le sakataa.”

Mainne sochaa aur kahaa, “sir, meri tanki full hai. das, paanch Liter petrol nikaal lijiye. koi nahin pahachaanegaa ki HP kaa hai yaa BPCL kaa.”

Usane hisaab lagaayaa to paayaa ki wasooli ho jaayegi. par ghoos mein petrol sun kar use mazaa nahin aayaa. bolaa, “petrol denaa huaa kare to dabaa aur pipe saath le kar chalaa kar.”

Mainne kahaa, “agale chauraahe tak chalein to ATM se nikaal kar de detaa hoon. shaayad abhi khulaa ho.”

ATM to hameshaa khule rahate the. par main jaanata tha ki use nahin maalom hogaa. main use atakaa ke rakhanaa bhi chaahtaaa thaa, par saath le jaanaa nahin chaahataa thaa. agar kisi ne dekh liyaa aur mere baap ko bataa diyaa ki meri bike par koi policewaalaa baithaa thaa, to mere baap ko meri gaand maarane ki waajib wajah mil jaati.

Usane computer aur machinon se pakade jaane ke kisi qisse ko yaad karate ……huye nahin mein sar hilaa diyaa. bolaa, “mobile par apane baap se paise laane ko bol.”

Meri gaand pataa nahin kaun si baar phat gayi.

Mobile abhi bhi mere haath mein thaa. wo meraa mobile chheen kar khud hi na dial kar de. mainne pat se button dabaa kar mobile off kar diyaa. ab mere pass-number ke binaa wo chaaloo nahin hone waalaa thaa. use maaloom bhi nahin padaa.

Main tang aa gayaa thaa. main BP waali raand ke nange badan par priyanka chopadaa kaa thobadaa fit kar ke usase chodate huye muthh maar ke sone kaa plan banaa chukaa thaa. sab utar gayi thi.

Mainne kahaa, “sir, meraa baap bahut pahunchi huyi cheez hai. wo mujhe to shamshaan pahunchaayegaa hi, aapaki bhi wardi utarawaa degaa. usi se bachane ke liye to main aapako itani badi rakam dene ko maan gayaa hoon. meharbaani kar ke mere baap ko beech mein naa laayein waranaa saudaa cancel. aap bike ka number note kar lein. case darj karawaa dein. main to chalaa.”

Aur mainne ignition start dabaayaa. bike start ho gayi.

Uskaa paaraa uchhal kar aasamaan chhoo gayaa. bolaa, “itanaa pahunch waalaa baap hai to bete ki jeb mein khoti atthanni kyon nahin hai? main khoob pahachaanataa hoon tujh jaise bakarchoduon ko. abhi theek karataa hoon.”

Aur wo lapak kar mere peechhe saddle par baith gayaa, gurraayaa, “chal thaane.”

Aur mere har rone-gidgidaane ko an_sunaa kar ke usane jabardasti mujhase bike chalawaai aur mujhe raastaa dikhaa-dikhaa kar thaane ke quad mein le jaa kar khadaa kar diyaa.

Main soch rahaa thaa ki Isa Maseeh ko apani saleeb apane haathon se uthaaye huye marane jaate kaisaa lagaa hogaa.

Main 21ween shataabdi kaa Maseehaa thaa.

Technology badal gayi thi, log badal gaye the, magar haalaat saraasar wahi the. bakare ko koi apani god mein uthaa kar jibah karane nahin le jaataa hai. bakare ko khud usake chaaron pairon par chalaa kar le jaayaa jaataa hai aur phir jibah kiyaa jaataa hai.

Thaane ke quad mein ham donon utare. mainne bike park kee. lock kee.

Usane zor se aawaaz di, “o khan saaheb. jagate to ho naa?”

Bheetar se ek kursi khisakane ki, phir ek sitakani khulane ki aawaaz aai. side kaa ek darawaazaa khulaa aur jamhaai letaa huyaa, aankhein michmichaataa huaa khan saaheb namoodaar huaa.
khan saaheb ne pukaaraa, “kise thaam laaye, sukulaa ji?”

Agar sukulaa ji ko mainne motaa kahaa thaa to khan saaheb to gosht ki dukaan thaa. pet 8 maheene ki haamalaa jaisaa baahar nikalaa huaa thaa. wo dolate huye hamaare paas aayaa.

Sukulaa ji bolaa, “are khan saaheb, dekhiye to. chaar din kaa chhokaraa. 100 par gaadi chalaa rahaa thaa. wo bhi daaruu pi kar.”

Jis tarah se wo meri bike ki speed badhaa rahaa thaa, usase to mujh  par light ki speed par bike chalaane kaa case banane waalaa thaa.

Khan saaheb ne salaah baantee, “kyaa zaraa si baat ke liye daude chale aaye, sukulaa ji. rafaa-dafaa kijiye. laundaa achchhe ghar kaa dikhataa hai. baap ki pahunch hogi.”

Sukulaa ji bolaa, “kyaa bataayein, khan saaheb, ham koshish to kiye the. magar maadarchod ki jebahin khaali nikali. oopar se dhauns detaa hai ki isakaa baap hamari vardi utarawaa degaa.”

Khan saaheb ne meri guddi par ek naam ki teep maari, par chillaayaa zor se, “police ko dhamakaataa hai. achchhe ghar kaa hai par akal nahin hai ki police se banaa kar rakhani chaahiye.”

Sukulaa ji bolaa, “baap se gaand phatati hai, sarahoo ki. bulaane ko tayyarahin naahi hai. naam-pataa bhi nahin bataabegaa.”

Khan saaheb meri taraf dekhane lagaa. mainne aankhein churaa leen. baap kaa naam, pataa to main kaalaa paani hone par bhi nahin bataane waalaa thaa. main itanaa badaa maseehaa thode hi thaa ki apane jallad ko khud hi istihaar chhapawaa kar nyotaa bhejataa.

Khan saaheb bolaa, “kyaa sukulaa ji, jaane dijiye. case ban gayaa to chhokare par daag lag jaayegaa. baap hamein nipataa degaa.”

Sukulaa ji mujhe sunaataa huaa phusphusaayaa, “khan saaheb, launde ke paas ATM kaarad hai. main to isakaa saamaan rakh nahin sakataa. aap isakaa saamaan jabt kar ke thaane mein rakh lijiye. ise ATM se paise laane bhejiye.”

Khan saaheb mujhase bolaa, “qubool hai?” jaise niqaah kaa qaazi ho.

Main apanaa saamaan unake paas nahin chhodane waalaa thaa. wo donon mere intazaar mein baithe meraa saamaan zaroor tatolate. driving licence to doosare shahar ke puraane pate par banaa thaa, par meri pocket diary mein kaee details likhe the. ek number bhi ghumaa diyaa to mere baap ke baare mein sab pataa lag jaataa.

Mainne ghadi dekhate huye sukulaa ji se bolaa, “tab chale chalate ho shaayad khulaa hotaa. ab to band ho hi gayaa hogaa. subah 6 baje khulegaa.” chal gaee. use bhi nahin maalom thaa ki ATM band nahin hote hain.

Khan saaheb ATM kaa band honaa meri galati maan kar gurraayaa, “phir to raat bhar ruk. subah laa ke de jaanaa.”

Raat bhar baahar rahane par bhi meraa baap mujhe jilaa-badar kar detaa. mainne kahaa, “raat bhar thaane mein rahanaa padaa to kaahe kaa chadhaawaa? abhi jaane dein to subah aa kar donon kaa de jaaoongaa.”

Khan saaheb ne meri guddi par ek zordaar teep maari, aur chillaayaa, “maadarchod, bahut zabaan chalaataa hai. mirch lagaa dandaa gaand mein pel kar, raat bhar nangaa, ultaa latakaaungaa to akal thikaane aa jaayegi.”

Agar mere baap ko saaraa qissaa maaloom padanaa hi thaa to yahi behatar thaa ki use mujh par huye julmon ki dukh …..bhari daastaan maaloom padati. tab wo gusse mein aakar meri galati bhool jaataa aur in ghoos-khawaiyon ko sabak sikhaataa. in donon ko aur gussaa karanaa zaroori thaa taaki wo mujh par aur zulm karein aur main apane baap se milane ki unaki dili khwaahish abhi poori karoon.

Mainne apani guddi ko jhaadaa jaise makkhi udhaai ho.

Donon bahut gusse mein aa gaye. khan saaheb bolaa, “aap post par jaaiye, sukulaa ji. main dekhataa hoon ki isakaa kyaa karoon. kuchh milaa to aapako aadhaa de doongaa. waranaa bhool jaaiye. ye bhi to sochanaa hai ki isakaa baap waakai mein pahunch waalaa na ho.”

Sukulaa ji “jay hind” kah ke paidal chalate huye chalaa gayaa.

Waah re meraa hind. aur waah re jayjaykaari.

Jab sukulaa ji door ho gayaa, to khan saaheb bolaa, “kitane mein pataayaa thaa?”

Main bolaa, “200.”

Khan saaheb dariyaadili se bolaa, “subah ATM se 150 nikaal kar de denaa. tere 50 bache. main usase kah doongaa ki mainne tujhase subah paise dene kaa waadaa karaa ke raat ko hi jaane diyaa, par too aayaa nahin.”

Mujhe sukulaa ji ki ghoos ki udhaahri 8,00,200 karanaa gawaaraa nahin thaa. main bolaa, “abhi jaane dein to kal poore 200, kahiye to 500, de jaaoongaa. agar band huaa to kuchh nahin doongaa.”
Khan saaheb kaa blood boil ho gayaa. usane meri guddi par phir ek zordaar teep maari aur bolaa, “thaane mein raat guzaaregaa to subah 500 kyaa 1000 bhi khushi-khushi de jaayegaa.”

Satya vachan, maharaaj.

Main man hi man usaki khush-fahami par hansaa thaa.

Magar us ek ghadi usaki zubaan se shaayad Allah swayam bolaa thaa.

Wo raat mujh par itani bhaari guzarane waali thi ki isase bachane ke liye main use 1000 to kyaa, 10,000 bhi de detaa to kam the.
Us raat mere man mein basee phoolon-saji, khushbu-bhari sunahare sapanon ki rangeen duniyaa hameshaa ke liye tabaah hone waali thi.

Us raat ek qayaamat aane waali thi.

Us raat meri zindagi hameshaa ke liye badalane waali thi.

Us raat main Ek Maseeha banane waalaa thaa.

Us raat main Ek Gay Maseeha banane waalaa thaa.

To Be Continued ……

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