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Friday, July 30, 2010

'True' is 'False' (Part 2) : Facts

Dowry Facts -


1) - MNC - Multi National Company.

2) - Section 498A of Indian Penal Code - Whoever, being the husband or the relative of the husband of a woman, subjects such woman to cruelty shall be punished with imprisonment for a term which may extend to three years and shall also be liable to fine.

Explanation-For the purpose of this section, "cruelty" means-

(a) Any willful conduct which is of such a nature as is likely to drive the woman to commit suicide or to cause grave injury or danger to life, limb or health whether mental or physical) of the woman; or

(b) Harassment of the woman where such harassment is with a view to coercing her or any person related to her to meet any unlawful demand for any property or valuable security or is on account of failure by her or any person related to her meet such demand.]

3) - Plus there is IPC Section 304B and if death of a married woman does "not occur under normal circumstances", within seven years of her marriage. Whoever commits dowry death is required to be punished with imprisonment for a term which shall not be less than seven years but which may extend to imprisonment for life. Many times a suicide or accident turn into "Dowry Death", thanks to many families who thinks there was nothing wrong with their daughters, sisters.


4) - Section 302 of Indian Penal Code - Whoever commits murder shall be punished with death, or imprisonment for life and shall also be liable to fine.

5) - There are thousands of registered N.G.O (Non Governmental Organization)for the upliftment of females in India plus Government Departments and of course a full fledged "Mahila Aayog" a semi ministry for women. They have to do something...they do...they frame stats, surveys, etc and publish them everywhere to negative-generalize "all" men and glorify "all" women. In the process they suppress the reports of false accusation of crime against women. Men involved in crime against women in even 10 years is less then 2% of the total more than 520 Millions Indian men and in 10 years millions are added to the adult population.

6) - About the Misuse of Anti-Dowry Act.

Your wife/daughter-in-law who's demands are not met can make a written false complaint of dowry harassment to a nearby police station. The husband, his old parents and relatives are immediately arrested without sufficient investigation and put behind bars on a non-bailable terms. Even if the complaint is false, you shall be presumed guilty until you prove that you are innocent.

498a can only be invoked by wife/daughter-in-law or her relative. Most cases where Sec 498A is invoked turn out to be false (as repeatedly accepted by High Courts and Supreme Court in India) as they are mere blackmail attempts by the wife (or her close relatives) when faced with a strained marriage. In most cases 498a complaint is followed by the demand of huge amount of money (extortion) to settle the case out of the court. This section is non-bailable(you have to appear in court and get bail from the judge), non-compoundable (complaint can't be withdrawn) and cognizable (register and investigate the complaint, although in practice most of the time arrest happens before investigation).

There have been countless instances where, without any investigation, the police has arrested elderly parents, unmarried sisters, pregnant sister-in-laws and even 3 year old children. In these cases unsuspecting family of husband has to go through a lot of mental torture and harassment by the corrupt Indian legal system. A typical case goes on for years (5-7 years is typical) and the conviction rate is about 2% only. Some accused parents, sisters and even husbands have committed suicide after time in jail.

'True' is 'False' : Story

"Your parents insulted my family in public. So many people who knew me and my family were laughing at us."

"No, Soumya you got it all wrong. They wanted to explain your relatives and family that we were in a festive Hindu Ceremony and they (your family and relatives) were drinking liquor and creating scene in public....that's why my Mother and Father lost their temper and said all that stuff...in the process they pushed some of your drunk relatives..but even then I think it was not offensive."

"Wow! but you know what, I think it was offensive. What about the Interview Call of my sister from the M.N.C. where your father is a Deputy Director...we made her fill the form of that company. We told all our friends and relatives that she is selected in that company as an accountant...as my Father in Law is on a very high post in that company but she was not selected....how embarrassing it was..."

"But, Papa said that there were more qualified and eligible people for the vacancies and he...."

"Ya, I know that he is Honesty-Is-The-Fucking-Best-Policy-Man, that too in India. My Parents are waiting for me outside and I am going but before that I have a surprise for you..."

"What? We can talk, separation and divorce are not the right options."

"Ha Ha...Oh, my poor Husband. Don't you think it's too simple...Now I have a Kitchen Knife with Sasu Maa ji's (Mother In Law) fingerprints on them...then I have my Bottle of acid of my Post Graduation Course...you used it when our sink got choked...so, here's your fingerprints...we will manage Sasur ji's (Father In Law) too."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"See...Holding this knife with my saree i cut myself...here on my elbow..aah!!...On my leg...ouch!!..then few drops of acid on my legs...aaaaaiiiii Mummy!!!...it hurts much more than I thought....not to worry and don't call the Doctor because I already called the Police...and please don't dare to repeat your foolish questions, now I am official..amm...authorized Dowry victim...By the way, one more random thing which I always wanted to tell you...our neighbor's teenager son...yes, that talented Cricket player, Sumit gives me the services of his 7 Incher almost daily which is 2 Inch more than yours..."

"What...wait..we can talk..it's not over, No...Please...don't put false allegation of Dowry on me...please think about my career, my life, my family's reputation."

"Let me finish, Raman Darling. It's not you only...my In-Laws are also criminals under Anti Dowry Act...as you three not only attacked and abused me but also injured my family....they are bleeding outside...after the struggle...Indian Police comes late...you have to wait for few more minutes...and as 'Indian Railways' always announce 'Inconvenience caused is deeply regretted...Ting Tong!' Now you and your parents go to the City's Central Jail under Indian Penal Code 498A, which states that 'Husband or relative of husband of a woman subjecting her to cruelty shall be punished with imprisonment for a term which may extend to three years and shall also be liable to fine.' Ask details about this act from the Police when they arrive...now, it's time for you and your family to face humiliation."

"No..it's not IPC 498A for me, you Bitch...it's IPC 302."

"What?"

"Oh, My darling, you watch so many Bollywood Hindi Movies..you know what it means...IPC 302 says Whoever commits murder shall be punished with death, or imprisonment for life and shall also be liable to fine."


Raman grabbed the knife from her and stabbed Soumya till death. Then he killed her parents who were "injured" and "bleeding" in the garden waiting for the Police Party.

At last, after few more minutes, Police Jeep Siren breaks the monotonous silence.


The End!!!!!!

Ahem! Aha! Ahey! Oho! Artwork! Lolzz XD




It's a hybrid of Bhokal and Parmanu. :)

Thursday, July 29, 2010

...Because I am a Sidekick!

I have seen many hardworking, talented people who are great in what they do but due to certain circumstances they never get the recognition and place they deserve. These people are everywhere yet nowhere.


I make bridges,
But never walk on them.

I can pass the ball,
But can never score the goal.

I can Dance very well,
But in the background...not anywhere else.

I am in the winning team’s yacht,
But can never be Man of the match.

I face many intermediate bashings and insults,
But never get access to final results.

I can get few fans, articles on net,
But never have separate fan websites or wiki page.

I can handle all the wreckage
But can never get the justified footage.

I can (on Domestic Circuit) put many world champions in trouble,
But can never reach at the International level.

I can be the 'Next Best Substitute',
But can never be the 'real dude'.

I can be an event manager,
But can never be a Showstopper.

I can make it to the stage,
But can never get limelight all my age.

In short my composite work is often much more than a 'Hero',
But I am always treated just like a 'Zero'.

Why?

Simple, Because I am a Side Hero!

And also, I can be the second Person to walk on Mars,
But................ :)

Suno

Kehna kuch chahe mann,
Kaisa hai ye bandhan,
Mann nay hi chun rakhi hai,
Khud ki khamoshiya.

Kaise ho haal baya,
Fiza bhi zalim hai,
Laati teri mehak hai,
Karti rehti shaitaaniya.

Jhumta tera mann jab rawa ho jaaye,
Chowk par aa jaana jab sama ho jaaye.
Baitha hai koi raaho mai,
Thaame apni baichainiya.

Jung zamane sey hai Apno ki suni nahi,
Tujhe apna maana Pooch to khair sahi.
Ak baar to aakey dekh zara,
Sooni meri viraaniya.

Tera wo aanchal ab bhi hai paas mere,
Khaas wo lamhe hai beetey jo saath tere.
Har aahat teri lagti hai,
Har aks lage teri parchhaiya.

वो ज़हन मे जिंदगी जीते रहेंगे!

Poem I wrote on all (popular) RC Action Super Heroes!

वो ज़हन मे जिंदगी जीते रहेंगे! -

सुनी है रात के अन्धकार मे कुत्तो की गुर्राहट ?
और कब्र पर प्रिंस की कर्कशाहट ?
या दिल्ली की छत के नीचे अपराध की दस्तक ?

महसूस किये है जासूस सर्पो के मानसिक संकेत ?
या सूचना देता कमांडो फोर्स का कैडेट ?

झेला है जंगल मे किसी निर्बल पर अत्याचार ?
या सुनी है किसी अबला की करुण पुकार ?

लिया है राजनगर पुलिस हेडक्वाटर से प्रेषित कोई आर्डर ?
या मिला है रोशन सुरक्षा चक्र के पीछे इंतज़ार करता कमिश्नर ?

जब तक अपराध होते रहेंगे,
पन्नो मे कैद ही सही,
ये सभी किरदार इंसानों मे जिंदा होकर इंसानियत के जज्बे को जागते रहेंगे.

क्यों फेंका कूडे पर?

मुझको साया दिखा....उसके पीछे रौशनी,
पल मे यूँ गुम गया जैसे था ही वो नहीं,
मुझको छोडा अनजाना सा...बेगाना सा यहाँ,
खुद से मै पूछता मुझको जाना अब कहाँ?

ओ माँ.........
क्यों फेंका कूडे पर....मेरी माँ?
हमम..क्यों फेंका कूडे पर मेरी माँ?

कैसे कर लूँ मै इस बात का यकीन?
आँखें खुली नहीं.... और मै बन गया यतीम.
क्या थी मजबूरी या मुझमे कुछ कमी,
आँचल के बदले क्यों मिली मुझे ज़मी?
आहट हो जब भी तो लगता है यही,
देखे तू मुझको छुप के कहीं...
कबसे तुझको ढूँढता फिर रहा...
देख ना माँ...तेरा मुन्ना अब बड़ा हो गया.
ओ माँ.....
क्यों फेंका कूडे पर....मेरी माँ...!
हमम..क्यों फेंका कूडे पर मेरी माँ?

धुन्दला सा याद है अब तक साया वो तेरा,
आँचल मे क्यों ना दी पनाह?
इतना तो सोचा होता....
नन्ही सी जान और इतना बड़ा जहाँ....
बचपन तो गया...फिर भी वक़्त है थमा....
मुझे बता...ओ माँ....क्यों फेंका कूडे पर मेरी माँ?

Behri Duniya




Roz ki tarah dhali ek aur raat,
Par iss subah mey thi kuch khaas baat.
Jis baat kay liye Disha kab se rahi thi dino ko gin,
Aaj tha uska College ka pehla din.

Disha kay chehre ki betabi badh rahi thi har pal.
Naye mahaul ko lekar uske zehan mey machi thi halchal.
Disha ki kuch purani saheliyan bhi uske saath thi,
Phir bhi khud mey simti....bolti nazro se.....wo chupchap thi.

Jaise hi unhone uss nayi duniya mey kadam rakha,
Unke mann ki udaan ko kuch aawazo nay rooka.

"Hey.....Hey...New Admission....
Chalo do apna Introduction."

Sabke alawa bas Disha nay jawab nahi diya,
Shayad unke gusse ko issi baat nay saatve aasmaan par laa diya.

"Tum..haan...tum...madam...Jawab do yahan apne ghar kay nakhre mat dikhao,
Kaan pakadkar zameen par baitth jaao.
Waah dekho to iski aankhein kaisi hai bhadki ?
Nazre neechi kar badtameez ladki.
Chalo uttho....sar par mere juttey rakho,
Aur har aane jaane waale ko apna naam bako."

Iss 'duniya' ki shuruat nay hi Disha kay saare sapne churr kar diye,
Disha nay uss 'senior' kay juttey apne sar par rakh liye.
Kaash koi nazar ro rokar behaal Disha ko samajh paati,
Iss ghadi kay kuch pal aur rukne par to jaise Disha toot kar wahin bikhar jaati.

Tabhi sehmi khadi uski saheliyon mey se ek aawaz goonji.

"Iska naam Disha hai.....Wo bol nahi sakti......wo hai goongi."

...Loser....Winner!

When I was 14 Years Old...

Tortoise is slower,
Faster is Hare,
Everyone admires winner,
Loser...who cares?

Loser is very important,
As without loser,
Winner has no importance.

Losing this time but not any more,
Learning from mistakes...and winning more and more.

March ahead,
Convert labour to bread,
Bear all pains,
To get your aims.

Do your deeds,
and you will surely succeed.
Fight until you get best result,
Fame...instead of insult.

Loss was past,
You are present,
Hard work mixed with high dreams,
Will make your future decent.

Adhurey Armaan





Major Ranveer Singh seema par yuddh ladd rahe thay aur unki chhoti behan Rajni ki Shaadi ka din aa gaya tha. Unhone apni behan se uski shaadi mey aane ka vaayda kiya tha aur Rajni bhi apni aankhon mey sapne sajaye apne bade bhai jinhe wo pyaar se "Veer ji" bulati thi ka intezaar kar rahi thi aur khushi mey yun hi badbada rahi thi.

Ghar aangan khushi se chehak jaayega,
Shagun khud apni bheeni si mehak utthayega,
Mehendi kuch aisa rang laayegi,
Mere haatho ki rangat hi badal jaayegi.

Veer ji jung mey jald hi jeet ka parcham lehrayenge,
Phir wo apne haatho se meri doli sajayenge.

Khushi ka mahual hoga,
Baja aur Dhol hoga,
Varfer bhi dil khol hoga,
Geeto ka bol hoga,
Dilo ka mol hoga,
Sama wo anmol hoga.

Idhar kitne armaan sajaye Rajni ban rahi thi dulhan,
Kahin door ghat chuka tha apshagun.
Goan mey sabhi thay Major Ranveer ki bahaduri aur jazbe kay mureed,
Jung to unhone jeet li par apne desh kay liye ho gaye wo shaheed.

Rajni ko ye baat samjhane mey har koi gaya haar,
Wo nahi thi iss kadve sach ko maan ne ko tayyar.
Uske zehan mey tha yaadon ka mausam gulzaar,
Wo besudh si phir se gaane lagi apna malhaar.

Bindiya meri lagi chamakne,
Payal meri lagi chhanakne,
Gajra mera laga mehekne,
Chudi meri lagi khanakne,
Saj gaye mere saare gehne.

Khil gaya mera roop shringaar,
Apna ghar lag raha hai paraya pehli baar,
Raunak har taraf chhayi apaar,
Par Veer ji kay bina lage suna saara sansar.
Dekho mera dil naa dukhao,
O, mere bhaiya jaldi aao.

Maa nay samjhaya.
"Pagli, tere bhaiya ab kabhi nahi aayenge."

Rajni tunak kar boli.
Apni behan ko wo aise thode hi rulayenge,
Vaayda kiya hai unhone wo zaroor aayenge.
Meri doli bhi wahi sajayenge.

Shaadi kay ghar mey maatam chhaa gaya,
Jab waha shaheed ka janaza aa gaya.

Rajni -> Tum...sab...sab...chup kyu ho ?
Arre, koi unka swagat to karo.
Maa...maa....tu to kehti thi ki mere bhaiya kabhi nahi aayenge,
Wo to....wo....apne saathiyo ko bhi apne saath mey hai laaye.
Unhone apna vaayda...vaayda poora kiya,
Dekho sab....dekh naa maa....wo dekh,
Mere Veer ji jhande mey lipatkar hai aaye.

Bandey se Bada Desh...

Ek nayi duniya...ek nayi manzil,
Iss aur kheenche aate hai naa jaane kitne dil.

Ye desh bahut kuch deta,
Kaiyon ki naiya kheta.

Iss samridh sabhyata se anjaan,
Aate hai door - door se mehmaan.

Lekin ab ye desh badla sa hai lagta,
Yahan har koi paise kay peeche bhaagta.

Wo log Bharat ki khaasiyaton ko dekhne aate,
Par nirash hokar apne desh jaate.

Issi tarah kab se paryatak laalchiyon se lut te rahe,
Kya ab apne desh mey Mehmaan...Bhagwaan nahi rahe?

Vatan par lagao naa yun daag,
Anginat kurbaniyon se bani hai 'Hind' ki saakh.

Channd paiso kay liye desh ka sir nahi jhukaya jaata,
Thode faayde kay liye imaan nahi gavaya jaata.

Kadr

Ye kavita samarpit hai Theater kay mehanti kalakaaro ko, jinki lagan aur mehnat atulniye hai.

Mehnati kalakaaro se bana 'Daksh Theater' tha ussi se aabaad,
Shayad isliye sab usse kehte thay 'Ustad'.

Ye unki mehnat ka hi tha kaam,
Daksh Theater ka saare kasbe mey ho gaya naam.

Sabhi kalakaar kar rahe thay jee jaan se tayyari,
Ab bade shehar mey jo thi unke pehle show ki baari.

Josh se bhari thi theater ki unit saari,
Din raat rehearsals kay daur thay jaari.

Ustad par to jaise sabhi zimmedari ka bojh aa barpa,
Kahin hoti samvaado par characha,
To kahin badhta stage design ka kharcha.

Abhinay, poshak, sangeet ya ho kala,
Lakshya ki aur badha ek ek paksh tha,
Ye theater wakai 'Daksh' tha.

Natak kay manchan ka din bhi aaya,
Pehla drashya sunane kay liye manch par Ustad nay bhav banaya,
Par naa jaane kya dekhkar wo kuch bol nahi paaya.

Peeche se saathiyo ki awazein aane lagi.

"Ustad, kuch bolo, kya ho gaya ?"

Ustad - Kiske liye bolun...dosto, humey koi dekhne nahi aaya.

Haq

Aaj sahab ko jaldi tha ghar jaana,
Apni patni ko film dikhane jo tha le jaana.

"Ye le 2 Rupaye."

"Saab, par polish kay 5 Rupaye hai padte."

"Abe, mujhe mat samjha...chal hat aage jaa."

Apni pareshaaniyon ko bhulane,
Sahab apni sangini ko lekar pahuche film dikhane.

"Sahab, Parking ka paisa."

"Mai hun staff ka jaan ne waala."

"Sahab lekin ye stand....."

"Chup kar,
Ek Car khadi ki hai,
Nahi karaya koi Plane land.
Lagta hai tere officer se shikayat karni padegi,
Tabhi teri boli rukegi."

"Hum movie shuru honay se pehle aa gaye,
Khaali samay kaise bitaye."

"Mere pait mey to chuhe kood aaye,
Chalo kuch khaya jaaye."

Haatho mey haath liye dono Restaurant mey aaye.

"Ji, sir, bataiye kya karun
seva?"

"Aaj kuch
alag....ammmm....ek large Pizza."

"Sir, with extra cheese Rs. 450 and without extra cheese Rs. 375 ka hoga."

"With extra cheese..."

(patni ki aur dekh kar) "Jab tum ho saath to inn rupayo ki kya bisaat?"

Sahab, aapko shayad andaza nahi,
Iss extra cheese nay kitne logo ka haq aur kitne gharo ki roti chheen li.

उसे जाने दो!

Real Men are not eve teasers!

उसने तुम्हे रास्ते मे नही रोका,
अपनी आंखों को नही सेका.
घूर कर तुम्हे नही देखा.

उसने सही अपनी बेईज्ज़ती,
सुनी तुम्हारी ना जाने कितनी ही फब्ती.

उसने नज़रो को हमेशा ज़मीन पर टिकाया,
सर तक को दुप्पटे से छुपाया.....और अगर नही भी छुपाया,
तुमने उसे हाथ क्यों लगाया?

उसे लड़की होने का सलीका पसंद है,
वो तुम्हारे लिए नही सजती.
वो कैसी दिखती या लगती है...वो ख़ुद अच्छे से है जानती,
उसने अपने बारे मे तुमसे राय नही मांगी.

तुम्हारे भी अपने होंगे,
अपनी ज़िम्मेदारी संभालो.
नुक्कड़, गलियां.....मत बिगाडो...
उस लड़की को जाने दो.

Giri Hui Masti

Kaun hai wo 'chhote' log ?
Bematlab zindagi jee rahe majdoor,
Kya galat kiya 'sahab' nay jo unhe apni gaadi se kuchal diya ?
Apne sahab to anjaan thay bechaare nashe mey majboor.

Aur bhala sahab nay aaj tak kisi ka bura kiya hai ?
Jaake dekho unn majdooro kay gharo mey laakho rupya pahuncha diya hai.
Phir bhi hai ye zalim zindgani,
Kuch 'hearings' tak to masoom sahab ko court ki aupchariktaayein hai nibhani.
Gavaah to apni jaib mey hai,
Par ye NGOs, Human Rights aur Media hai bahut badi pareshaani.

Itne jhanjhato kay baad bhi sahab ki kadr karta hai ye zamana.
Oh, baaton baaton mey bhool hi gaya.....
.....aaj to sahab ko phir se late night party mey hai jaana.

The End!



kuch logo ka thoda sa mazaa kabhi kisi ki zindagi ki barabari nahi kar sakta par asal zindagi mey aesa hota hai. Mai chahta hun ki aap sab apni zindagi mey khoob tarakki karein par jahan bhi pahunche 'insaan' hi bane rahe aur doosro kay jeevan ka mulya samjhe.

Stampede....Ruko!





Stampede yaani Bhagdud jo zyadatar kisi chhoti baat ya afvaah se bhayankar roop lekar kai logo ki jaan leel leti hai hai. Aisi baatein oochhe maksado kay liye jaan boojh kar bhi ki jaati hai. Iss baar aap logo se koi guzarish nahi hai kyoki mai jaanta hun ki yahan sabhi saaf dil kay hai......bas itna kahunga ki kisi afvaah ko khud se guzar kar doosro tak mat pahunchne dijiye.

Stampede -

Dekho kisi kay jigar ka tukda chhina,
Dekho koi bejaan bana,
Dekho ye manzar...dabi, kuchli laasho se sana.

Suno ye cheekh pukaar,
Apno kay liye apno ki cheetkaar,
Sungho khoon ki sadandh,
Gino kitni laashein gaye tum laangh.

Phhod do bombs.....ya faila do afvaah,
Kahan jaati hai yumhari ye raah?

Dekh wo parivaar,
Jiska har sadasya gaya zindagi haar,
Uss loothade ko dekh,
Wo tha ek bachcha pyara,
Jiski maa nay usse abhi tak apni godd se nahi tha utara,

Apne matlab kay liye koi inn laashon se aankhein saik raha,
Hai kya koi jo ye sab dekh raha?

Koi dekhta kyu nahi?
Koi sunta kyu nahi?
Koi mehsoos kyu nahi karta?
.....Koi kuch karta kyu nahi?

Rozi Roti

Station par Train ka intezaar karta bheed ka ek jattha.

"Hello, sir aap MNC kay H.R. department mey hai naa."

"Hello, ji haan, par maine aapko nahi pehchana."

"Sir, aapki company mey mujhe job mil jaati.....ussi kay liye tha aapse milna.
Sir maine achchhe marks se B. Tech. hai kiya,
Ek chhoti firm mey 1 saal ka experience bhi liya.
Aur Computer mey bhi kiya ek Diploma.
Ye sab baatein aapki Company ki eligibility se hai milti,
Kya mujhe aapki company mey job milegi."

"Tumne poori mehnat ki,
Lekin tab bhi 'yahan' naukri aese nahi mil jaati,
Mere office mey aesi 500 applications roz hai aati."

Nazarband

Marr gayi har tamanna,
Dab gayi har ichchha,
Jab udne ki hui chahat,
Bandishon nay di dastak.

Jab honay lage ladki jawaan,
Shaadi se rook diya jaata hai uske armaano ka kaarwan.
Humare samaj ki ye kaisi reet bani ?
Kya ladki ki apni nahi koi zindagi ?

"Par buraai kya hai,
Ladka achchha to hai."

Arre, virasat kay peheredaaro,
Jalan kay maare rishteydaaro.
'Usse' ek mauka to diya jaaye.
Shayad ye ladki uss achchhe ladke se behtar kar dikhaye.

"Ladkiyon ko bandishon mey rehna chahiye,
Ladki to hai dhan paraya."
Dahej, utpeedan aur nari ko dabane kay liye,
Aisi baaton ka sadiyon se liya jaata raha hai sahara.

Jab apne desh kay "Aadhe Hisse" ko uska sahi haq mil jaayega,
Tab ye desh sahi maayno mey saare jahan se achchha ban jaayega.

Country Calling!

Lagta har manzar maraa,
Mera koi bhai door kahin tadap raha,
Kisi koney mey kisi nay fhir se zulm saha,
Kahin koi masoom anath hua.

Shayad kisi bande ki poori naa ho saki dua,
Koi haara zindagi ka jua.

Apno kay liye fhir koi bilkha...roya,
Intezaar mey jaane waale kay...fhir koi raat bhar nahi soya,
Kisi nay kaleje ka tukda khoya,
Fhir kisi kay kapdo ko 'Laal' rang nay dhoya.

Apne kuch vaasiyon ki harkato se hua aahat,
Apna hi desh Bharat.

Badh gayi siskiyan marre bachcho ki jagah pal pal kay,
Kahin cheekhein ubli....kahin aansu chhalke,
Jawa raha maatam har shaam dhalte dhalte.

Pehle to zakhm ki tees chhubti thi,
Dard apna ho gaya ab nasoor palte palte.

Mera desh jal raha hai,
Mai chup nahi baith sakta,
Mujhe jaana hai,
Mai apne desh ko marrte huey nahi dekh sakta.

Sirf 700 Rupaye

Sapno ka shehar Mumbai jaha kai log apni taqdeer....apna naam banane aate hai ussi bheed mey tha ek Raja apne shehar se Mumbai kuch bada karne aaya tha.Stunt Man kay roop mey pehchan banane kay liye uska sangarsh jaari tha.Ghar se door bas yaha uska ek apna tha......uska jigri dost Romeo jo Bollywood Films mey lighting ka kaam karta tha aur jo aaj kuch zyada hi khush tha.

"Hey, Raja,
Baj gaya tera baja,
Kya re tapori,
Teri to nikal padi.
Ab chhod ye rajai,
Utth bhi jaa mere Bhai."

Raja - Yaar,tu itni sabere kaai ko aaya ?

Romeo - Kisi bade banner ka kaam hai aaya,
Stunt Master tere ko abhich bulaya.
Bas tu ek baar inn bade logo ki nazaro mey aa jaaye,
Tab to apna Raja kisi kay haath naa aaye.
Starting hoegi to kum paisa milega,
Pun baad mey to tu noto mey khelega.
Abi ka to tu stunt ka 500 samajh,
Aur 200 Rupalli Medical.....badi party ka bada magaj.
Master jaisa bole waisaich karne ka.

Raja - Fokat tension kaai ko....apun ko darr nahi hai marne ka.

Romeo - Aye.....Raja paisa khoob kamana,
Pun yaar dosto ko bhool mat jaana.

Dono ki khushi ka nahi tha thhikana,
Muskurakar dono huey ravana.

Romeo - Saab,ye naya ladka,Raja.
Oye Punter andar aaja.

Director - Dekho Raja,Bahut hi khatarnaak stunt ki hai shooting.

Romeo - Bas kya saab,apne Raja mey bhi hai bahut daring.

Director - Car ko iss track se uss track par hai kudana,
Ab bhi bata do,kya tum chahte ho iss stunt ko nibhana ?

Raja - Saab,Apun se judde bahut se sapno ko haquiqat hai banana,
Apno kay liye kisi ko bhi aa jaata hai jaan ki baazi lagana.

Iss junoon ko to safalta gayi mil,
Raja jeet gaya par ho gaya chotil.

Zindagi ka ye shot bhi "Okay" kar Raja nay Rs. 700 liye,
Raja aur Romeo ab Doctor kay paas chal diye.
Marhampatti karvakar Raja nay poocha,

"Doctor Saab, kitne paise huey ?"

Doctor - Zyada nahi............sirf 700 Rupaye.


Saathiyo,Kitne hi aise log hai jo jitni mehnat karte hai uska bahut kum hissa unhe milta hai ya kabhi-kabhi wo bhi nahi.Dukh ki baat ye hai ki iss duniya mey aise kai log safal hai jo doosro ki mehnat ko apna naam dete hai.Raja to bas ek udharan tha.........aisi karodo partibhaayein jo iss duniya kay taur tareko kay neeche dabb kar reh gayi.To agli baar kisi kaam ko aap sarahe to ye jaan lein ki wo kiski mehnat ya kaam ka natija hai.

Kuch dino baad ->

Raja aur Romeo pehli baar Balcony mey baitthkar uss film ka 70 mm kay parde par maza uttha rahe thay,

"Hero" kay Stunts par logo ki taaliyan aur shabd Raja ko bahut sukoon pahuncha.

Bas itna jaan na chahta hun ki wo din kab aayega,

Jab uss Hero ki jagah Romeo ka Raja paayega.

पाक 'महान'

Pakistan hai mahaan,
Mazhab to hai islaam,
Manavta ka nahi hai naamo-nishaan.
Jab dekho dauda diye,
Seema par Dus-Baarah pathaan.

Pak ka hai bas ak kaam,
Bahar se khareedkar bum,
Bharat ki khopadi par,
Tan tana tan tan.

America ki bhi ajeeb dhun hai,
Osama-Umar Pakistan mey hai,
Phir bhi dhoondhne mey magan hai.

Daadi badhakar bane hai jehadi,
Ak hi missile sey ho jayegi "Aapki" fauj aadhi.

Kashmeer kay batvaare mey chahte hai,
Teesre desh ka hastakshep,
Bhaiya ye Kashmeer hai Kashmeer,
Naa ki koi Birthday cake.

Kashmeer par ab bhi karna chahte hai samvaad,
Itna Pakistan mil gaya pehle uska kejiye dhanyavaad.

Bharat kar raha hai Vikas aur har din nayi-nayi khoj,
Pakistan iss dharti par hai ak bahut bada bhoj.

Kargil ki haar kay baad bhi mooh banate hai,
Bhagaye huey bhikhari baar-baar maangne chale aate hai.

Jazba

Tribute to great Indian athlete P.T. Usha.

Ye kavita samarpit hai Bharat kay mahaan athletes mey se ek P.T. Usha ji par.

Uss bachchi mey tha kuch khaas,
Tezi ka hunar tha uske paas.
Uski issi khasiyat ko pehchan mili,
Samay kay saath wo nanhi pratibha,
Ek kushal dhavika kay roop mey khili.

Khud par saare desh ka vishvaas usne tootne naa diya,
Kai antarrashtriya pratispardhao mey Bharat ka sar unncha kiya.
Apne desh ka samman badhane ka usne prann liya,
Bharat ki jholi ko padako se bhar diya.

1984, Los Angeles Olympics. (Women 400 metres, Hurdels) ->

Har pratispardha ki tarah Olympics mey bhi thi poore Bharat ko thi gaurav ki aasha,
Har uss aasha ko poora karne kay liye jee jaan se daud rahi thi Usha.

Pehle se hi sabko 'swarna' ki umeed thi jaagi,
Kyoki Practice Sessions aur Semi Finals mey bhi wo udanpari sabse tez thi bhaagi.

Par wo sabhi umeedien tooti,
Daud kay antim palo mey Usha chuki.
Uss waqt kismat ko thoda sa samman bhi nahi tha manzoor,
Jaanch kay baad bataya gaya ki Kansya kay liye Usha 1 second kay 100ve hisse se reh gayi door.
Nirash Bharat nay iss pal ko kuch aise jiya,
Iss 1 second kay 100ve hisse ko Bharat ka sabse lamba lamha bana diya.
Pehle ki tarah iss Olympic kay baad bhi Usha ko milti rahi safalta,
Bas Olympic ka padak reh gaya unke liye sapna.

Phir bhi Usha nay nahi maani hai haar,
Aaj bhi kheenchta hai unhe iss desh ka pyaar.
Isliye wo khud Usha School of Athletics mey prashikshan dekar kai pratibhao ko rahi hai nikhaar.

Usha ko aasha hai ki aane waale samay mey Bharat itni safaltaayein paayega,
Har koi 1984 kay uss adhure pal ko bhool jaayega.
Apni zindagi kar di iss desh kay naam,
Usha aapke iss jazbe ko salaam.

The End!

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Team event Hockey ko chhodkar Bharat vishva kay sarvashestra khel 'Olympics' mey zyada safaltayein nahi paa saka hai. Aazadi kay baad Bharat nay individual events mey ab tak (2004 Athens Olympics tak) keval 4 padak argit kiye hai. P.T. Usha ji ki hi tarah 1960 kay Rome Olympics mey Milkha Singh ji bhi 400 metres mey Bronze Medal, 1/100 second se haare thay. Wo shuruat mey sabse aage daud rahe thay par unki miscalculation kay karan wo beech raaste mey dheeme ho gaye aur jab unhe apni iss galti ka ehsaas hua tab tak dair ho chuki thi. Haal hi mey huey Athens Olympics mey Mens Doubles kay swarna padak ki daavedar Mahesh Bhupati aur Leander paes ki jodi Semi Finals mey durbhagyapoorna tareke se haar gayi par phir bhi unhone Bronze Medal kay liye 4+ Ghanto ka behoshi ki hadd tak pahunchane waala match khela. Aakhir mey Mahesh ko court par hatash baitha dekhkar bahut dukh hua par unke effort par garv bhi ho raha tha.

Aise aur bhi bahut vaakye hai jab Bhartiye khiladi qualifying rounds mey annk talika mey sabse upar rehkar baad mey kinhi kaaranvash aage nahi badh paaye. Itni kum suvidhaaon kay saath waha tak pahunchna aur itna badhiya pradarshan karna bahut badi baat hai.

Iss tasveer ka sukhad pehlu ye hai ki ab Bharat mey buniyaadi khel dhaanche mey bahut sudhaar hua hai. Saath hi ab khelo kay prati logo ka nazariya badalne laga hai aur ab pehle ki tulna mey kai guna zyada log khelo ko apni kamaai ka zariya banane lage hai. Bharat kay udhoy gharane bhi yuva pratibhao ki madad ko aage aaye hai. Bhartiye sena apne "Mission Olympics" kay tehat jagah-jagah pratibhavan sainiko aur nagriko ko aadhunik suvidhaaon kay saath kai kheloka prashikshan de rahi hai. Milkha Singh ji kay bete Jeev Milkha Singh ab vishva vikhyat Golfer ban chukein hai. Aane waale samay mey Bharat vishva khel pridrashya mey bhi apni alag pehchan zaroor banayega.

The True Worth

People say Natural beauty is ultimate,
Then why they show-off and make themselves over-rate.

Almost Everyone wants to look distinctive,
Mother Nature did that already,
No two individuals are identitive. (Thanks to DNA, Fingerprinting, etc.)

Showing off is a matter of time,
one acquires extra wealth and his shoes get extra shine.

We should direct ourselves in achieving social objectives,
Which makes a person 'forever' distinctive.

'Challenged' and not so fortunate people also reside on this earth,
....Better than showing off temporary worth.

Bachpan

Wo mannd subah,
Kirne paavan,
Wo daud bhaag,
Komal bachpan,
Wo tutlana,
Wo ghabrana,
Maa kay aanchal mai chip jaana.
Wo haasna,
Wo roona,
Sabse pehle khakar sona.
Wo pagdandi,
Wo raasta,
Chinta se koi na vaasta.
Wo lambe dag,
Wo nanhe paav,
Wo dhoop-chav,
Kagaz ki naav.
Wo galat-galat gaane gaana,
Wo bade-bado se sharmana,
Apni cheezo par itranaa.
Ab jeevan mai ak hi kami hai,
Mere jeevan mai bachpan nahi hai.

Brij Magan

Saathiyo, iss kavita mey brij ki bhasha ka prayog kar kuch naya karne ki kosish ki hai. Ab aap log bataiye ki ye kosish kahan tak safal rahi. Bhagwan Krishna brij chhod kar apne kartavya path par nikal chuke hai par saara Brij apne Kanha kay waapas aane ki raah dekh raha hai.

Baba baithey aas lagave,
Maiya ka aanchal bulave,
Kahin se nanha natkhat aa jaave,
Daau bhaiya kohau saath mey laave.

Panghat pey paniya bharan,
Gopiyo sang Radha magan,
Raah taki mey hai lagan,
Mann mey hai Shyam agan.

Chhaliya naa hovey paas,
Ki se rachave raas ?
Gwalan sab huin laas,
Gaiyan kum charan gaas.

Gaave sab Kisan gun,
Suun sab bin murli dhun.

Rann ko ab chhod dei,
Mann ko fir jodd lei.
Matki fir todd dei,
Maakhan fir choor lei.

Aa jaao Nandlaal,
Chanchal Giridhar Gopal,
Taki brij sang gopi gwal.

Natkhat hatt chhod Shyam,
Araj kare ye brijdham.
Taaro sabhan ka jeevan,
Darshan dei do Bhagwan.

शहीद

थामना चाहता था मै झंडा मरते दम,
पर रुक गया मै खुद को समझाकर,
तिरंगे का रंग न बदल जाए,
मेरे लहू से सुर्ख होकर.

मेरी माँ के पास मत ले जाना मेरे ताबूत को,
कुदरत की बंदिशे धरी रह जायेंगी,
माँ के छूने भर से ही लाश मे जान आ जायेगी.

पिता जी को संभाल लेना क्योकि उन्होंने ही अब तक हम सबको संभाला,
मै उनका क़र्ज़ चुका नहीं पाया...पर उन्होंने ही देश के आगे सब कुछ लुटाना है सिखाया.

...अपनी संगिनी को भी संदेश देना हूँ चाहता...

तुम्हारा साथ देने का वायदा,
मै मर कर भी नहीं भूल पाऊंगा
इस जन्म की वफ़ा को मै आठवा जन्म लेकर निभाऊंगा.

"Sonia ne Aatmhatya kar li, Inspector Sahab!!"

Sonia naam ki ak ladki ki kuch hi mahino pehle shaadi hui thi. Uske Pita nay apna sab kuch iss shaadi mey laga diya tha aur Dahej ki maange poori karne kay liye wo karze mai bahut buri tarah doob gaye thay. Sonia kay Lalchi sasuraal waalo ki maange badhti jaa rahi thi aur isliye wo log roz Sonia ko pratadit bhi kartey thay. Sonia ye zulm chup-chap seh leti thi aur apne Papa se hamesha haanskar baat karti thi. Lekin aaj ka din shayad kuch alag hi tha...


Kuch hi samay pehle ki thi usney ki apne ghar ki dehleez paar,
Didi, Maa ji, Pita ji aur Dev, ab yahi ban gaye uska naya sansaar.

SONIA - "Arrey, aap sab log yaha rasoi mey,
Ab se dhyaan rakhungi,
Abhi nahi bana hai khana,
Kal sey aap sabko nahi padega yaha aana."

Dev - "Babu ji aap bahar nazar rakhiye,
Didi maachis le lo,
Maa, jaldi isspar mitti ka tail daalo."

"Dev, pehle iske haath to pakad lo."

AVAAK REH GAYI SONIA,
JAB USNE YEH SAB SUNA,
TOOT GAYA HAR SAPNA USKA,
JO USNE AB TAK THA BUNA.

ABHI TO DIL KAY KAI ARMAAN JAWAA THAY,
PAR JINKO USNE APNA MAANA WO USKE APNE KAHA THAY?

SONIA -

"T.V., Transistor ki aawaz kum kar do....Didi,
Mai bilkul nahi chilaaungi,
Haaste huey iss ghar mai aayi thi,
Haaste huey hi jaungi.

Mai to pehle hi marr chuki hun Babu ji,
Ab iss shareer ko jalta dekhne kaun aayega?
Aap bhi sabhi ki madad kejiye,
Aap se achchha inka haath aur kaun batayega?

Maa ji, aap kehti to mai khushi se jaan de deti,
Phir ye khel kyu racha hai,
Mere Shareer kay saath meri aatma ko bhi jalana hai,
Kya aur mitti ka tail bacha hai?

Dev, tumhe to maine apna Bhagwaan maana,
Apne Bhagwaan ki yeh lila bhi dekh lungi,
Aaj khud ko jalta dekhkar hi apni aankhein saik lungi.

Aaahhh...Dev.......aaj to mere bhagya bahut acche hai,
Marte waqt bhi tumne mere haath thaam rakhe hai.

Roshan raha humara pyaar,
Nahi hua yeh kabhi kaala,
Dekho aaj tumhare pyaar nay,
Mujhe hi maar daala.

Bas ak Vinti hai,
Ho sake to maan jaana,
Mere Papa ko unki Beti kay marne ki
asli "Wajah" kabhi mat batana."

Meera ko bhi Kanha de do!



Liye sang santan,
Din raat magan,
Karti wo bhajan,
Lagi Krishna lagan.

Kiya Rajasthan paavan,
Kiya murat se milan,
Taare kaiyon kay janam,
Saadha Shyam se sangam.

Toode kul kay bandhan,
Rana ji ko hui jalan,
Sahi usne agan,
Kiya vish ko amrit bina manthan.

Jisko nadi nahi saki duba,
Shehenshah Akbar nay kiya jiska sajda,
Usko har ghadi apno kay taano, dutkaaro mey pada pisna,
Par Mira ka to jaise Krishna mey tha sansaar aur sansaar mey tha Krishna.

Rukmini ji, itni vinti sun lo,
Mira ko bhi Kanha de do.......

"...Aur Humney Usko Patharon se Maara!"

"Hello, Agra Fire Service Station."

"Hello....Yahan....Shahganj elake mey Transit building mey aag lag gayi hai, jaldi Fire Van bhejiye."

Siren bajati aage badh rahi thi Fire Van,
Har guzarte pal kay saath lutt raha tha usme baithe Vikal ka chainn.
Transit Building waalo par jaise grahan lag tha gaya,
Unki umeed ka akmatr sahara traffic jam mey tha fasa.
Vyakul Vikal sadak par utar aaya,
Chillakar usne raasta banana chaha,
Par badkismati kisi ko raasta nahi deti,
Itni si baat wo bechara samajh nahi paaya.
Aakhir Van ko raasta mila,
Apni manzil par pahunchne par Vikal aur uske saathiyo ko mila unki kosisho ka sila.

Par ye santosh kay pal tham gaye thay,
Fire Van par aakroshit bheed kay pathar pad rahe thay.
Vikal nay yeh khoon ka ghoont bhi piya,
'Madadgaaro' ko hi niyati ka pathar aisa laga,
Bahar kay zakhmo ki chinta kise thi,
Dard to andar lagi chot nay diya.
Aakhirkar, Transit Building ki cheekho nay,
Bheed kay patharo ko rook liya.

Doosro kay liye bhool gaye ye Vardiwaale apne zakhmo se hui pareshaani,
Transit Building par ab baras raha tha paani,
Kuch dair ko aisa laga jaise iss paani se jald dhul jayege saare gam,
Par bereham takdeer nay phir dhaaya sitam,
Fire Van ka paani ho gaya khatm.

Aur Madad aane mey abhi samay lagta,
Par logo ko jalta hua Vikal kaise dekhta,
Building ki aur badhte huey Vikal par Pathar, gaaliya aur taane baras rahe thay,
Vikal kay haath andaar fhasey logo ko bachane ko taras rahe thay.

Vikal kay sahaas nay saathiyo mey josh bhar diya,
Kuch hi dair mey inn jabaazo nay lagbhag sabhi logo ko bacha liya.

Aag phir se bheeshan ho rahi thi,

Tabhi bheed mey se aawaz aayi ->
"Meri bachchi yahan hai nahi,
kahin wo andar to nahi reh gayi."

Wahan maujood itney logo mey jaise ye vakya sirf Vikal kay kaano mey pada,
Badhavaas sa wo phir building ki taraf daud pada.

Uff.....Pad gaya manhoosiyet ka saaya,
Phir Transit building se koi bahar nahi aaya.

Kisi nay bhi ummeed chhodi nahi,
Intezaar mey sabki aankhein pathar ban gayi.
Aur tab to sabki zubaan jaise sil hi gayi,
Jis bachchi kay liye Vikal andaar gaya tha wo bheed mey hi mil gayi.

Thodi dair baad ->

"Hello.....Sir, Aag par kabu paa liya gaya hai.Iss ghatna mey koi nagrik nahi maara gaya hai."

"Nagrik......you mean kya koi Fire Constable maara gaya hai?"

"Nahi sir....aapne galat kaha.......
EK FIRE CONSTABLE SHAHEED HO GAYA HAI."

'Wo' Din Kab Aayega?

Dango ki aag mey shehar dehak raha tha,
Har gali mey bikhra khoon mehak raha tha.
Darr se har koi tha sehma,
Bahar se accha lag raha tha iss ghut tey kamre mey rehna.

Har kisi ko thi yahi aasha,
Sab de rahe thay ak-doosre ko yahi dilasa,
Ki ab ye bura waqt aur nahi thehar payega,
Sab kuch pehle jaisa ho jayega.

Phir bhi naa jaane kyu darr raha tha sabka mann,
Tabhi jaani-pehchani cheekho nay paida kar di sabme sirhan.
Bahar jhankhar dekha to laga jaise unki kismat gayi lut,
Dono gharo kay nanhe chiraag Ram, Raheem gaye thay peeche chhut.

Iss gali mey har jagah bikhra tha surkh rang,
Do nanhi jaan aur daav par laga rahi thi ye jung.

Darindey Ram,Raheem kay peeche aa rahe thay,
Andaar dono ghar kay log badhavaas hokar chilla rahe thay.
Jab haivaan masoomo ko zakhm dene lage,
Tadapte Ram aur Raheem ko dekh ruk naa sake unke sage.

Ab sadak par phir do guto mey thi jung,
Dehshat aur Zindagi kay maksad kay sang.
Dono gharo kay Pita, Maa, Behan aur Bhai,
Ladd rahe thay zindagi ki ladai.

Yahan bhi Darinde baazi maar gaye,
Zindagi kay liye ladne waale........Zindagi haar gaye.

Police Siren nay jaise Farishtey ka kaam kiya,
Dono masoomo ko bacha liya gaya.

Darinde kisi aur gali ka gala raitney,
Koi aur aashiyana jalane aage badh chale.
Apno ko utthane ki nakaam kosisho sey
Rundh gaye thay unn dono kay gale.

Ab tak aabaad inn aashiyano ki takdeer jaise soo gayi thi,
Aaj beech sadak par masoomo kay saath insaniyat bhi roo rahi thi.

YE VAADA RAHA KI APNE VATAN KAY LIYE KUCH AISA KARUNGA,
AB SE KISI RAM,RAHEEM KO AISE RONAY NAHI DUNGA.

HAAN......BAHUT RONA AATA HAI,
JAB DESH KO KHILONA SAMJHA JAATA HAI.

AB TO BAS YAHI DUA HAI,
KI JAB AISE RAM, RAHEEM BADE HO JAYENGE,
TO EK AISA DESH BANAYENGE,
JAHAN SAB MILKAR SUKOON SE REH PAYENGE.

Inquilab Zindabad!

*First Posted on RC forums (September 2007)



8 April,1929

Batukeshvar Dutt -
Ek baar phir soch lo Bhagat,
Humare iss Garam Rukh par poora desh kya kahega?

Bhagat Singh -
Lala ji nay ahinsa se "Simon Waapas Jaao!!" ka diya tha naara,
Phir bhi Angrezo nay unhe barbarta se maara.
Atyachar badhta rahega,
Lala ji jaisa har pujniye marta rahega,
Jaise pehle tha ab bhi ye desh chhup hi rahega.

Sukhdev -
Par Bhagat Lala ji kay hatyare Sauders ko maarkar,
Jo sandesh hum sab nay failana chaha,
Wo kisi ki samajh mey nahi aaya,
Iss desh kay liye hi to dil mey har waqt aag dhadhakti hai,
Aur yaha ki aam janta ab bhi humey aatanki samajhti hai.

Bhagat Singh -
Hume apne naamo par lage iss kalank ko Lala ji kay ahinsak tareke se hi hai mitana,
Bina kisi ko maare ak bomb kay dhamake se Inquilab Zindabad ka naara har jagah hai gunjana.

Kya tum Tayyar ho Batukeshvar?

Batukeshvar Dutt -
Bhagatey, Mai bhi tera hi to saaya hun,
Bharat Maa kay liye apni maa ki kookh se tayyar hokar aaya hun.

Chandrasekhar Azad -
Par Bhagat, tumhare saath hum ye khatra nahi lenge,
Aisa karne par hum tumhe kho denge.

Bhagat Singh -
"Hindustan Socialist Republican Association" aur "Naujawan Sabha" ko ab aap sab ko hi hai sambhalna,
Iss Bhagat ki kya bisaat hai....
Unke zariye Hindustan kay har shakhs ko Bhagat Singh ki tarah hai dhaalna.

Phir Central Assembly mey hua jo visfhoot,
Hil gaya British Samrajya aisi thi jiski chot.
Bereham waqt aisa bhi aaya,
Kai Krativeer saathiyo ko Jail ki bandisho mey jald hi milvaya.

Nahi bhoolti 23 March, 1931 ki wo taareekh,
Jab waqt khud se hi ruk jaane ki maang raha tha bheekh.
Naye Bharat kay uday ki kahani tabhi ho gayi thi shuru,
Jab Bharat Maa kay aanchal mey gehri neend so gaye Bhagat Singh,Sukhdev aur Rajguru.

Ye din balidaano se bhare thay,
Kuch din pehle hi,
Ghulam desh mey "Azad" jeene waale Chandrasekhar Azad......"Azad" hi mare thay.
Har Dil ko saal rahi thi yahi ek gila,
Alfred Park mey "Pandit ji" kay honay ki khabar dene par 30,000 chaandi kay sikko ka inaam kis gaddaar ko mila?

Bachaane ko desh ki aan,
Diye gaye hai aise anginat balidaan.

Jiski Azadi kay liye bhet chadha khoon itna.
Kya aisa Bharat tha unn Shaheedo ka sapna
Ab hum sab ko Shaheedo kay dikhaye raaste par jaana hai,
Aur unke sapno jaisa ek naya Bharat banana hai.
Unka balidaan rahega naa yaad?
To naye Bharat ko banane kay liye ak baar phir se boliye......
.........INQUILAB ZINDABAD!!!

Haan! Maine kaha,
INQUILAB ZINDABAD!!!

"Amara Last Wish Poora ho Gaya!!"

Poem written in Hindi-Parsi accent. Originally posted on RC Forums (October 2007).

Linda Kursiwala Goa mey rehti thi jinke pati kai saal pehle mar chuke thay unka sahara tha unka beta Victor Kursiwala. Par 6 mahine pehle hi Victor bhi achanak gayab ho gaya......koi kehta tha ki wo bhi mar gaya, koi kehta tha ki pagal ho gaya, koi kehta tha ki wo kisi aur jagah reh raha hai.....logo ki baatein khatm nahi hoti thi.....par Linda Kursiwala jinhe sab Linda Aunty kay naam se jaante hai jis kisi se bhi milti thi usko bas yahi kahani sunati thi.

Aye hai uska Photo,
Amara Victor jidhar ko bhi chalta,
Girls pagalo ki maafik usko dekhne ko nikalta.
Handsome, joshila ni dimaag se thoda sa sick,
Ditto uske pappa ki maafik.

Childhood se hi tha O sayana,
Pappa ki death kay baad se,
Har zimmedari ko usne khud hi sambhala.
Amara chhota bakery ko saara din deta,
Bacha hua time mey colony mey Tutions leta.

Amare ko karta itna pyaar,
Roz itna saara kiss leta aur kehta,
"Utar raha hun aapke diye pyaar ka udhaar."

Peechla Christmas mayne usse itna rooka par,
Tab ko bhi bada restaurant mey amara saath kiya O Dinner.

May poocha ->

"Tere ko girlfriend nahi hai kya ?
ya tere ke dimaag mey bhar gaya hai gobar."

O Bola ->

"Jab sabse beautiful aurat humare saath hai,
tab Goa ki saari ladkiyaan gayi hai mere liye mar."

Dheekra, Naa jaane kab thakta,
Itna saara saal Late night tak kuch naa kuch likhta.
Usme koi jaadu tha,
uska prose aur poetry par to saara locals fida tha.

1 baar usne apne saare notes aur work ko 1 publisher ko diya,
Unko padhkar publisher uss sab ko print kar Victor ko bahut paisa dene ka promise kiya.

Victor O day khushi se bola,
"Ab saari mushkilein door ho jaayengi,
Aapko har wo cheez milegi jo aap chahengi."

Usko tease karne kay vaaste may bola,
"Amara wish list bahut lamba hai tum nahi jaanta,
Abhi kay liye amko Gao mey bada sa mansion maangta."

O bola,

"Bas, jaan bhi de deta agar aap wo bhi.....'maangta'."

1 din O bahut upset hokar ghar aaya,
Apna saath bahut books laaya.
About dozen books amko thama diya,
Rotay huey bola...uske saalo kay work par kisi aur nay fame aur profit kama liya.

Apna head pakadkar O idhar-udhar bhaga,
Itna helpless maine kabhi nahi dekha apna Baba.
Printing Mistake hoega bolke usse console kiya,
Phir publisher se baat karne kay vaaste chala gaya.

Tabi se six month honay ko aaya,
Abi tak O waapas nahi aaya.
O faaltu ka pain liya,
Am to jaanta hai saara mehnat usne kiya.
O dheekra itna bhi nahi jaanta,
Uska mama ko koi wish nahi bas apna Victor waapas maangta.
Mayra last wish mere ko do dila,
Amare dheekra se amko do mila.

Bete ki waapsi ki raah dekhti Linda Kursiwala ki maansik haalat bigadti gayi aur aakhirkar unhe sarkari maansik aspatal mey bharti karvaya gaya. Unhe Ward Number 14 mey jagah di gayi aur sanyog se unki 'last wish' poori ho gayi kyoki Ward Number 13 unka beta Victor bharti tha.Ye dono wards lohay ki jaali se vibhajit thay. Aaj bhi Maa Bete jaali se chipak kar har waqt ak doosre se baat karte rehte hai......aur jo koi bhi inn wards kay paas unn dono ki baatein sunkar thodi dair thithak jaata hai wo apne aansu rook nahi paata hai.

Matlabi Mela

Tyoharo ki thi dastak,
Mela badha raha tha shehar ki raunak.

Gudiya ka baal mann issi baat se tha pareshaan,
Meley kay baare mey sochne kay alawa uske paas nahi tha koi kaam,
Jab se padoosi nay apne ladke ko mela ghuma diya,
Tab se Gudiya nay apni zidd se saara ghar apne sar par uttha liya.
Sabhi nay usse samjhane ki khoob ki kosishein,
Par tham hi nahi thi Gudiya ki farmaishein.

"Gudiya, meley mey kuch nahi hota."

Gudiya - Papa joot bole aap.... meley mey naa....wo naa... jhuley hotay hai, dukaane hoti hai....aur naa...khane, khilonay, aur bahut saari cheeji hai hoti.

"Beti bheed mey bachche pareshaan hai hotay,
Unhe kuch nahi milta aur dikhta hai phir wo bahut hai rotey.
Tum mela kaise dekhogi ?"

Gudiya - Mai jaldi se naa chaat, rasmalai, khaa lungi aur baraf waala gola aapki goodi mey mela dekhte huey khaa lungi.

Mele mey jaane kay liye Gudiya nay itna kiya sangarsh kada,
Uske pita ko uski zidd kay aage jhhukna pada.
Wo apni iss jeet ka poora anand lagi lene,
Uski khushi uske pita ko lagi sukoon dene.

Jaise jaise uske pita nay uski farmaishon ko poora kiya,
Gudiya nay poora mela khreedne ka mann bana liya.

"Papa, batashe ki thaal,
Papa, budhiya kay baal,
Papa, jadoo ka khel,
Papa, badi waali rail."

Jadoo, khane, khel, khilone, gaaje, baaje,
Sab feeke lag rahe thay baap beti ki iss jodi kay aage.

"Beti, ab chalte hai, bahut ghum liye."

"Papa, bas...wo gudiya...chiye."

"Bete, itni zidd nahi karte."

"Chiye....chiye....chiye."

Muskurakar Gudiya kay pita uske liye gudiya lene chal diye,
Bheed mey unke haath chhut gaye,
Phir bhi naa thi koi kami,
Har waqt dono ki nazre ek doosre par hi thi jami.

Pita kay haath mey gudiya dekhkar unki Gudiya chehak utthi,
Par palak jhaapakte hi uski aankhein ek dhamake ki chamak se dehak utthi.

Gudiya ko dikha insaniyat ka chehra naya,

Boom!!!...

....Aur meley ka manzar maatam mey badal gaya.


Har aur bikhri thi laashe,
Ghayal lage thay karahne,
Barood aur khoon kay sangam ki gandh lagi thi aane.

Gudiya to ab bhi ussi aur dekh rahi thi lagaye badi aas,
Iss badle manzar par wo nahi karna chahti thi vishwaas.
Nanhi si jaan ki aankhein tabhi gayi thi pathra,
Jab usne apne pita ko chithaddo mey badalte dekha.
Jaate jaate bhi uske pita nay uski farmaish poori kar di,
Gudiya ki manchahi gudiya uske kadamo mey adhjali si thi padi.

Bantvare, logo.......mey kaun sahi hai kaun galat samajh nahi aata,
Par itna jaanta hun ki mazhab, janta, etc ko kuch logo kay matlab kay liye barso se issi tarah isteymaal hai kiya jaata.

Kashmir, Sikkim, Punjab, Aasam.....kya poora Bharat hi le jaaiye,
Par pehle masoomo ki khushi aur aisi Gudiyaon ka bachpan lautaiye.

देवता पिता

पिता शब्द भले ही माँ के बाद आता हो पर जीवन मे उनका महत्व उतना ही है। बलिदान, परिश्रम, प्रेम के मामले मे आमतौर पर पिता का योगदान अनदेखा कर दिया जाता है। ऊपर से कुछ प्रतिशत बुरे से उदाहरणों से करोड़ो अच्छे पिताओं को नाप दिया जाता है। यह कविता सभी प्रेरणादायक, बलिदानी, स्नेहिल और परिश्रमी पिताओं को समर्पित। 

वो अख़बार ओढ़कर चिंता करते है सारे घर की,
चाहे शक्ल पर थकान दिखाए दफ्तर की।

कौन कहता है पुरुषो मे भावनायें होती है कम,
पापा की ज़ोरदार डांट ध्यान से 'खाओ' वो उनके प्यार से होती है नम।

इनको क्या पता चलेगा ये सोचकर आप से अक्सर होशियारी हो जाती है अपने आप,
पर आप ये भूल जाते है की वो रिश्ते मे लगते है आपके बाप।

चेहरे से ही मन की बात जान जाते,
वो हमको सिर्फ सही रास्ते पर चलता देखना चाहते।

अपेक्षाओ के बोझ तले,
उपेक्षाओ के संग चले.....
जीवन के हर मोड़ पर कभी मदद करते, कभी देते नसीहतें,
जैसे इंसान नहीं कोई ग्रह-नक्षत्र हो जो टाले अपनी छाँव में मुसीबतें।

ये ज़रूरी तो नहीं की हर वक़्त पिता अपना प्यार जताएँ,
क्या ये उनका स्नेह नहीं की वो हमें खुश रखते है मारकर अपनी इच्छाएँ।

अक्सर माँ रुपी देवी के पीछे छिपा दिए जाते है अनगिनत देवता तुल्य पिता,
तभी शायद उनपर ना कोई प्राईम टाईम सीरियल...न लाखो कॉलम, फिल्मे व आर्टिकल...और ना ही पुरुष आयोग बना। 

Majboor

"Munni, pani sirhane rakha hai,
chhadi bhi paas rakh di hai, ghar se bahar mat nikalna,
mai jald khana lekar aaunga.”

Kuch dair baad-
“Sir ye hamari company nay ak naya powder launch kiya.....”

“NAHI CHAHIYE”

“Le lijiye naa sir bahut accha ….”

“BOLA NAA NAHI CHAHIYE……NIKLO YAHA SE.”

Agla ghar -

“Sir ye hamari company……….”

“AAGE JAO….”

Aaj to shayad uski pariksha thi,
Jis bhi ghar jaata, Niraasha hi paata.
Jab bhi wo thak haar jaata,
Uski bhuki behan ka chehra,
Usko yaad aa jaata.
Aakhir khaali haath waapas,
Wo kya mooh lekar jaata.
Kamzoori aur thakaan,
Jab haavi honay lagi,
Tabhi umeed ki,
Ek kiran jagi.
Bhatakta wo majboor darbadar,
Pahuncha ak aalishaan ghar.

“Sir ye powder……….”

“WATCHMAN…….YE SALESMAN AANDAR KAISE GHUS AAYA,
ISEY BAHAR NIKALO.”

“Sir…………Sir……le lijiye na sir,
bahut acchi quality ka hai………Sir isskey saath discount bhi hai,
Sir…discount……le lijiye naa sir………Doosra sample free de dunga…
……khareed lijiye naa sir………sir……ek baar……khareed lijiye naa sir.

Uski kisi nay naa suni.

Footpath par baithkar ronay laga wo bechara,
Aaj ek bhai iss zalim duniya se haara.
Soch kar apni anndhi behan ka gham,
uski aankhe ho gayi nam.

Tabhi ek aawaz uske kaano mai padi -

“Babu ji………ye chudiyan le lo na Babuji……,
bahut bhuki hu, Le lo na ..............Babuji”

Uss aawaz ko sunkar gaya wo seham,
Kyoki uske saamne khadi thi uski Behan.
Aaj shayad rona bhi mumkin naa tha,
Uski zindagi ka ye sabse bura din tha.
Iss dukh ko bhi usne piya,
Apni "Munni" ko seney se laga liya.

"Tujhe bhuki nahi rakhunga,
itne gham sahe,
ek aur seh lunga.
Ye duniya to kuch degi nahi,
Aaj mera khoon pekar jee le,
Kal ki kal dekh lunga."

Thursday, July 15, 2010

लंगुरिय प्रणाली




हमारे देश की सरकारी कार्यप्रणाली पर एक व्यंग.


विभागीय सर्वेक्षण से पता चला की नीले लंगूर की प्रजाति को है खतरा,
वन विभाग मे हमेशा की तरह सन्नाटा रहा पसरा.

ना जाने रिपोर्ट ने कितनी धूल खायी?
विभाग की मेजों पर महीनो उछलती फ़ाइल किसी तरह मंत्रालय आयी.

मंत्रालय ने जांच को कमिटी बैठायी,
जो बैठी रह गयी.

पता चलने पर पेटा (PETA) ने बताया की नीला लंगूर खतरे मे नहीं है,
क्योकि वो भारत मे तो क्या दुनिया मे कहीं नहीं पाया जाता.

यह जानकर सरकार हैरत मे आयी...
काले मुह को नीला किसने बताया....
इसकी जांच को नयी कमिटी बैठायी.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Dosti

This poem is special as my friend used this to impress his now Girl Friend! Though, he did many other things excluding this to woo her. Year 2004!


Insaan akela bhi reh sakta tha,
Akelepan mey jee sakta tha.
Khushi mey apne khayalo mey khota,
Apne aansu khud hi peeta.

Par aisa jeena bhi kya jeena,
Jisme kisi ka saath naa ho,
Bas patjhad ho,
Kabhi barsaat naa ho.

Rahe naa koi tanhaa,
Naa mile kisi ko tanhaai,
Shayad rab nay dosti isliye banayi.

Ek umeed mere paas hai,
Mujhe ak sachche dost ki talaash hai.
Jiske gamo mey mera bhi gam ho,
Jiski aankhein mere liye nam ho.

Chahe ho dard bhari shaam,
Ya ho khushaal savera,
Bas ak apnepan ki chaav deta rahe,
Mujh par pad rahe uske saaye ka pehra.

पढ़कर कोसो!

Kya baat hai ?
Koi kaam dhandha nahi hai ?
Ya aap bahut tej hai,
Jo har baat sochte sahi hai ?
Arre,Aap kya pagal ya bevkoof hai ?
Jo iss kavita ko padne mai masroof hai.
Ooho,Aap to bura maan gaye,
Waise apni asliyat jaldi jaan gaye.
Aapka hai bahut "third class taste",
Jo iss kavita ko padhne mai kar rahe hai itne seconds waste.
Arre,Himmat to dekho,
Ab bhi padh rahe hai.
Mann hi mann iss kavita kay,
kavi ka gala pakad rahe hai.
Agar aap chahte,
To aise samay barbaad naa karte.
Iski jagah kuch aur padhte,
par nahi agar maan jaate to
"chaganlal" kyu kehlate
Agar aap nahi hona chahte sharmindaa,
To mat padhiyega aisi kavita aainda.
Ab yaha aise mooh to banao naa,
Arre,niklo yaha se.......jao naa.

Camouflaged Criminals (Adult)

For Adult readers above 18 years only.

Dan, a 10 year old boy from the city of Dhali, Myanmar.

Father (Mr. Rab) is a Businessman.

Mother died few months ago.

Mr. Rab is a caring father.

He is going abroad on a Business trip for 2 weeks.

Shin (19), Dan’s cousin sister is pursuing her studies in Dhali.

Shin moved (temporarily) to Mr. Rab’s house for taking care of Dan.

Shin is a lesbian.

She calls her partners to have "party" daily.

Dan was kept out of this daily late night fun.

Mr. Rab was coming back tomorrow.

So, out of curiosity and for extra fun, some younger partners of Shin wanted to experiment on Dan.

Dan was the new object in the wild party.

This was new and exciting for Dan in the beginning.

He was getting the entire spotlight.

They undressed him.

No erection.

They sucked it, danced nude in front of him, plus a porn flick.

A semi erection this time.

Four of them including Shin discovered their 'Bisexual' instincts.

They grabbed the opportunity.

He was not a virgin anymore.

He felt good when he ejaculated for the first time.

The girls Gang-Banged him.

Second ejaculation……Pain!

Third ejaculation....more pain!

Fourth ejaculation....big cut on the Penis and foreskin....it was bleeding.

They cheered, enjoyed, laughed....he cried, wept...much more pain!

But the experiment was not over!!

They wanted to take revenge from all the dogs who harass, tease, taunt, them on their sexual orientation.

Remember, "All men are dogs."

Dan was symbol of these evil dogs.

They always fantasized about ejaculating on a man’s face...and a boy was equally good substitute.

Few orgasms on his face.

Then someone reminded them that "Strap-on" they bought recently is unused.

The debut sexual act of that strap-on was "Pegging."

All the girls banged/pegged Dan.

Dan was about to faint and the host Shin was demanding her turn.

Suddenly, Mr. Rob entered the house.

Thanks to his Master Key.

He already 'heard' Dan’s pain.

Then he silently moved in the house.

Then he 'saw' Dan’s pain.

He shooed them away.

Dan saw him and fainted.

Mr. Rob called the Police.

Girls accused him of molesting and raping them and making them do these "group sex" activities.

Myanmar Police is not that advanced.

They arrested Mr. Rob.

Mr. Rob was hopeful that Dan will tell everything to the Police.

Dan regained his senses but was senseless.

He was now mentally disturbed.

They admitted him in Regional Mental Hospital.

Same month, Shin graduated and took "Women’s Studies" as a subject for her higher studies and reserach.

The End.

Tea, I Love You!





"Well, for me tea is an underrated beverage. Tea is a common thing in many countries but still people give very less footage to tea compared to other drinks....."

"May be tea is your personal choice over coffee and other drinks."

"Okay! Mr. Prompt Analyst. Yes, I love tea. You want to know the reasons?"

"Reasons? I thought you like tea because you like tea or your taste buds prefer tea? Okay, tell me the reasons."

"When I was in High School. I daily watched a group of children begging on the traffic signals near my school. One day I took some old utensils, thousand bucks (my monthly pocket money) and went to the leader of the 'Begging Gang' a malnourished and dirty kid with no quality of leader but was comparatively 'better' than others...that's why he was the leader. I gave him the utensils, then we managed things to prepare tea and a illegal 5 Kgs (though, it was near to a 2 Kgs) gas cylinder. He knew how to make tea. He started his business on roadside and started earning good amount on from the very first day. After 2 Months he purchased a wooden tea stall. Encouraged by this self employment success story. Now the 'Chhotu Gang' is diversifying planning to open their tea stalls in other areas of the city. They were orphans....the only things they needed was right guidance and a little investment (huge for them)."

"Great! Superb! You are better than many Management Gurus, but you said reasons?"

"Thank you, Second reason....one day when I was a little kid, mom was out of station to meet her cousin. My father was preparing tea for himself and me. Now, we hate black tea in India. A tea (for us) must contain a fair amount of milk and few other herbs apart from tea leaves, the whole mixture is boiled till you get a (orange+brown)/2 colored tea. The mixture was boiling. Suddenly, A thief came from behind and put knife like desi thing to my father's neck. Papa instantly emptied the contents of pan on the burglar's face....he cried with pain and gave his knife like desi thing to Papa and pleaded to lock him in Bathroom so that he can use shower until Police arrives and the color of his face was (orange+brown)/2.

.......Third and the most important reason is that I am alive and talking to you because of tea. Yup, actually, last year after the completion of my studies my 'traditional-cultural-ethical-religious-type family' started searching a well settled Boy from another 'traditional-cultural-ethical-religious-type family' for arranged marriage. Their search ended and a family came to evaluate me on their traditional parameters. They were behaving and asking weird questions...actually they were too traditional to resist...plus I don't wanted to marry that Mustache Man. So, I prepared an awful tea with 'irresistible' tangy flavor. I served them tea. After few sips they got up and departed. I heard them saying that if the taste of first tea prepared by a to be bride is not good then it's a guarantee of bad luck for both the families after marriage (if marriage happens after the not so good in taste first tea). Seriously, I wanted to kiss that traditional man/woman who framed this awful first tea rule. Later, after a month the same 'traditional-cultural-ethical-religious-type family' found guilty of killing the newly wed bride (who came to their home with so many expectations and dreams) for Dowry, traditional reasons. After that my parents gave me the freedom to choose my life partner myself...who suits me irrespective of the traditional tantrums. I chose you. Will you marry me?"

"Yes, I love you!"

"I love you....and tea."

The End!!!!

Author notes -


Sometimes due to coincidences or strange events some specific things, people and places become very special for a person (Tea in this case). Though, these things, people and places are ordinary for others. So, what is/are very special to you that is normal for others?

*) - Chhotu is a common name for male child laborers, beggars.

*) - A dowry is the money, goods, or estate that a woman brings to her husband in marriage. Dowry deaths are the deaths of young women who are murdered or driven to suicide by continuous harassment and torture by husbands and in-laws in an effort to extort an increased dowry.

जीवन का झूठ (2)

Continue from "जीवन का सच" poem. -

Kyu humara manchaha nahi ho paata hai ?
Kyu toffy lekar baccha chocolate chahta hai ?
Kyu koi buddha jaydaad likhne se pehle marr jaata hai ?
Kyu D.J. har 20 minutes mai wahi gaana bajata hai ?
Kyu Pappu ak jaise number har baar paata hai ?
Kyu salesman kay alawa koi ghanti nahi bajata hai ?
Kyu koi yuva Mopid chalane se katrata hai ?
Kyu Devanand apna wajan nahi sambhal paata hai ?
Kyu Spiderman khud ko sher se nahi katvata hai ?
Kyu South India mai koi "fair and lovely" nahi lagata hai ?
Kyu "Al-kaida" America ko "Tom and jerry" khilvata hai ?
Kyu har teesra Punjabi pop singer ban jaata hai ?
Kyu Ekta Kapoor ka koi serial Discovery par nahi aata hai ?
Kyu Emraan Hashmi ko koi doosra kaam nahi aata hai ?

Agar........Agar.......zara gaur farmaiyega.......
...Agar inn sawalo ka jaawab aapko aata hai.
To isme mera kya jaata hai ?

जीवन का सच (1)

Kyu safar kisi ka tham jaata hai ?
Kyu raah mai kisi ka saath chhot jaata hai ?
Kyu koi apne vaade poore nahi kar paata hai ?
Kyu samay ko chhod sab ruk jaata hai ?

Kisi ka kalega sarhad par jaan gavata hai,
Kisi kay sar se saaya utth jaata hai.

Kya yahi hai jeevan ?
Itna anishchit,Itna asurakshit.
Phir bhi manav laalach mai,
Apna amulya jeevan kyu lutata hai ?

Saanso ki door hai bahut patli,
Lakshya hai asli,Loobh hai nakli.

Jeete to kai hai,
Amit chhap wahi chhod jaate hai,
Jo apna sarvasva,
lakshya ko de jaate hai.
Asli vyakti wahi hai,
Jo har kisi se bhavnao se judd jaata hai.
Ankahi baato ko,
Pal mai samajh jaata hai.
Uske jaane par,
Koi apne aasu nahi rook paata hai.

Par aaj ki laalchi duniya par taras aata hai,
Jaha aisa aadmi har gali mai maara jaata hai.

To be Continued....(जीवन का झूठ)!

अधूरी बात

चंदा चमक नहीं याद आएगा वो...
फूल महक नहीं याद आएगा वो..
चिडिया चहक नहीं याद आएगा वो..

सावन की बूंदों मे अक्स लगे तेरा...
गाँव के हर कूंचे मे तेरा बसेरा....

छोटी ये जिंदगी,
दुनिया लगती बड़ी..
फिर भी तेरे बिना...
कटती न जिंदगी..

तिनका जो उड़ गया,
साया था मुड गया.

रुदाली रो गयी,
रौनक कहीं खो गयी.

तानो को सह लिया,
बानो को बुन लिया.

शायद रह गयी कहीं कसर,
बोझ लगे सफ़र.

काजल सूखे कहीं,
आंचल छूटे नहीं.

आये जो तेरी याद,
सूखी रोटी भी देती स्वाद.

खुद का बनाया ज़हर मत खा,
आजा अब लौट आ...
थामा जो हाथ ये..
पूरी कर बात ये...

अनजान मुसाफिर

डूबती कश्ती मे,
उजडती बस्ती मे,
गुज़रा मै वहां से...
जिंदगी बीके जहाँ सस्ती मे...

पैमानों को तोड़ना,
रिश्तो को छोड़ना,
मंजिल तक दौड़ना...
...बस दौड़ना....

सफ़र मे जहाँ भी पड़ा डेरा,
पीछा सा करती मुश्किलों ने घेरा,
सहारा तलाशती नज़रो को फेरा...
दिखा तो बस साया मेरा...

लगा था जिंदगी है लंबी,
कर लेंगे काम पूरे...
यहीं रह गए सारे अरमान अधूरे.

जिंदगी जी कर पता चला अब कर दी बड़ी देरी,
मंजिल पर आकर पता चला ये मंजिल नहीं है मेरी....

The Unskilled Fire Extinguishers

Baba Kalia (46) is the wholesale king of FMCG (Fast Moving Consumer Goods) in Susu City. Now he is eyeing on rapidly growing Fire Extinguishers and related fire safety equipments like Hydrants, Sirens, Alarms, etc. Government granted him the license for manufacturing of Fire Extinguishers only, on a condition that if his company supplies certain amount of Fire Extinguishers to Primary Schools and Hospitals for a season then he can apply for licenses for manufacturing other fire safety equipments. His son Baby Kalia (20) is a Commerce Graduate and Baba Kalia wants his son to manage the new business.

He tried his best to Brainwash his son according to his thinking and beliefs with the help of many conversations like this.

“Business is all about making money and profits. Simple! But these ‘new ‘ kids wasting their parents money in higher education and then ruining their employers business by applying ‘Bookish cum Rubbish’ theories in practical world. That’s why I saved 2-3 years of your prime period by not sending you abroad just to get that MBA tag.”

“But, Dad, every theory is a result of several years of research done by learned Scholars, Professors, etc. World is changing and proper training and study are necessary to be in business…with so much limitations and competition.”

“That’s what I am saying implementation of theories given by professors and not by successful Businessmen. I mean in general....the world is big may be there are few Businessmen cum Professors..though, I never heard about anyone with so much time. Yes, I know couple of my Businessmen cousins who say that they did 5-10 years of research in Business and got Doctorate Degree but they are not successful businessmen. That’s the difference. You need some time to differentiate between the business of your graduation syllabus and the real business that your Papa is managing before your birth. I have decided that along with my wholesale business I will be there with you in the initial period of this Fire Extinguisher Factory Project.”

Baby Kalia was himself recruiting new managers, employees for this manufacturing unit. When his Papa Kalia..err...Baba Kalia jumped in from God-Knows-Where.

“Son, this is pure carelessness. You hired so many people with impressive Resume, with so many degrees, diplomas..but you don’t realize that you have to pay them according to their qualifications and they are nothing but...ahm!”

“Dad...”

“No..now listen to me. You must have read at least, this in your books. Cost Cutting...or minimizing cost of production. Now I will do the recruiting of workers making the material and filling the cylinders. Don’t be amused…the license is of manufacturing by scientific process but I got the license because of my contacts and money and now I want return on my investment. Manual filling of cylinders, cheap material, Gobar Gas* instead of CO2...I don’t care, I want money. You hired IIM* managers, I said nothing now I am hiring unskilled labour and I expect you to quietly observe the difference, Baby. Huh!”

After a week the “Manufacturing Unit” of Kalia and Sons started it’s production in “Baba Kalia’s way.” Baby Kalia respected his father but was unhappy by the business ‘tactics’ applied by his father in everything even on him. He was the CEO of the company but 'enjoyed' limited powers than a peon of his factory.

The Kalia and Sons Safety Equipments Limited recorded a huge profit in it’s first quarter after the commencement of production. Baba Kalia was on the moon. Now, apart from the regular teachings, tips and taunts Mr. Baby had to tolerate the fictitious stories about Baba Kalia’s super-career.

Next day, early morning a phone call by a factory employee.

“Hello, Sir, our fire extinguisher factory caught fire few minutes ago. No casualty but all the material and machines on both the floors....destroyed. Uncontrollable fire is spreading in other adjoining factories..Sir.”

Baba Kalia – What? How?

“Sir, the fire started in the Inventory Rooms where spontaneous combustion of substances and materials caused this conflagration.”

Baba Kalia – Don't give me this formal shit. There were few workers in the Night Shift for manual filling of cylinders. What were they doing?

“The fire was very fast..sir...All the workers were relaxed till they saw the fire because they thought that a Fire Extinguishing Factory and it’s material cannot catch fire.”

Baba Kalia – Foolish workers!!

"No...sir, illiterate and unskilled workers. No body knew how to operate a Fire Extinguisher. So, They threw Fire extinguishing cylinders of every size in the fire…thinking that these cylinders are ‘Fire Extinguishers themselves’, will extinguish the fire but nothing happened. With no option left they ran away. Workers are saying that they do their job perfectly it’s their owner who uses so much duplicate material, that over 3000 Kgs. of Fire extinguishers cannot handle a room’s fire."

Baby Kalia was upset yet happy that at last something (a fire) proved his father wrong and now Baba Kalia will open up to new ideas. Though, this Baba-Baby duo were in the spotlight in every form of media with this common or similar headlines "Fire Extinguisher Factory Catches Fire!" (Formally) and lots of "Ha Ha...", "LOL", "He he..." in the Newsroom and Studios (Informally).

The End!

Foot Notes -

*) Gobar Gas - In Pakistan and India biogas produced from the anaerobic digestion of manure in small-scale digestion facilities is called gobar gas.

*) IIM - The Indian Institutes of Management (IIMs), are graduate business schools in India that also conduct research and provide consultancy services in the field of management to various sectors of the Indian economy. The IIMs are considered the top business schools in India.

Aa Dekh Mujhe!

Mai hun hairaan....pareshaan,
Iltejaa itni si to maan,
Aa dekh mujhe.

Mol le le ye meri shaan,
Jaan jaati hai...to le jaan,
Aa dekh mujhe.

Har nazar mey teri pehchan,
Har khabar mey tera hi naam,
Aa dekh mujhe.

Sach hai saare tere ilzaam,
Kab se suna manzar hai sunsaan,
Aa dekh mujhe.

Dhalne naa de ye shaam,
Utth raha hai kahin toofan,
Aa dekh mujhe.

Chhoda jo tune gulistaan...saja rakha hai,
Honay naa de isse viraan,
Aa dekh mujhe.

Are you Proud to be a Man/Woman?

A Man - "I am Proud to be a Man."

A Woman - "I am Proud to be a Woman."

A Mohit - "Hi, fans! Sit down. Being a Man or a Woman is not an achievement (or a disability) it's just a result..a probability...if the X chromosome of male parent meets the X chromosome of female parent (produces a female offspring), and if Y chromosome of male parent meets X chromosome of female parent (produces a male offspring). So, you two did nothing in this. Please no references, examples, of what right or wrong others did (either gender). Everything differs from individual to individual....so the fight should be Good versus Evil, not Men Versus Women. Therefore, the formula is....

Good (Men + Women) versus Evil (Men + Women)

Instead of,

Men Versus Women.

Now, Go fight!

Motherhood

Wrote in my primary school days (Class 8). Unedited.

Officers knocked,
she got nervous and chocked,
they said that "he is dead",
she sat on the floor,
her face turned red.

She wept loud,
but as a mother she was proud.
she was earlier also in tears,
when he was preparing for the frontier.

He said "Mama i will be back soon,
but not before enemy's doom."
the news of enemy's doom was everywhere,
but he was not there,
she ran to backyard,
as her eyes were weak,


She screamed -

"Honey, this is not a good time to play hide and seek."
officers stood, witnessing DEPTH OF MOTHERHOOD.
by all means they were unable to console,
A GREAT SOUL BEHIND A GREAT SOUL.

सूना बचपन

वो किसी की गोद मे चढ़ता,
अपनों के कपड़े गंदे करता,
पहले सहारे से.... और फ़िर एक दिन ख़ुद चलता.
लडखडाती चाल से चीज़ें बिगाड़ता,
फ़िर तुतलाती जुबां से मदद को पुकारता,
बड़े भाई - बहिन पर गुस्सा उतारता.

स्कूल ना जाने की जिद करता,
कार्टून्स देखने के लिए लड़ मरता.
छुपकर डब्बे मे कीडे - मकोडे पालता,
क्या होता है देखने के लिए.....पौधों मे शैंपू का पानी डालता.
२ और २ को जोड़ ना पता,
नई फिल्मो के ग़लत गाने गाता.
पर उसने ऐसा कुछ नही किया,
....शायद दूसरे अनाथो की तरह वो भी बचपन मे बड़ा हो गया.

Steely



Inspector Steel (2008)

Saturday, July 10, 2010

...True Bond



An elderly woman was shouting and crying beside the dead body of her son. He died in a road accident. He was the only support of his old mother. One neighbor was telling these details to other, who was keen to listen and respond.

Benoy, driver of a Hears Car came to know about all these and many more things about the lady and her son from the murmuring of the crowd of relatives and neighbors.

Though, He was used to hear louder cries of people for their near ones as in India relations are one of the most important factor of human life.

But this was a Christian family irrespective to hindu families which Benoy usually encountered in his daily life.

Suddenly a thought came into Benoy's mind that how similar is his family to the this "case".

He was also the only support of his elderly mother. The only difference was that Benoy was alive and was somehow managing the survival with his mother, who used to prepare decorative items which were sold by their neighbor, Lakhu in City's main Market.

Sales of these items was satisfactory only during festivals. The colony in which they resided was a "Semi Slum", and about 20 Miles from the city of Rampur. He thought that what would happen to his mother after his death. Then to escape from this disturbing thought he indulged himself in dusting his 'means of earning', as he always did whenever he got emotional.......an inert body causing pain to its near and dear ones.

Later, in the evening lender of the Hears Car asked for the day's earning and got no response started shouting at Benoy. Instead of listening, Benoy was thinking about that lady. This was the first time when Benoy was emotional about a 'case'.........similar to all other deaths but yet so different.

On the other hand the short, fat, ‘fluffish’ man was not in mood to forgive Benoy. Though he was a rich man and even Lakhu worked for him but when it comes to money.....he was a hungry Rhino ready to ruin the settlement.

He noticed absent minded Benoy and commented in harsh tone.

"This job is not for an emotional man like you and yes, hesitant too."

Benoy again apologized but he continued.

"Listen to me carefully, if you want to work for me, you should be Cold, dumb at work. Similar to a Cab or Taxi Driver, you are wasting your fuel and efforts. So, why hesitating in asking for money, after all work is work."

Benoy assured him that he will behave and act everything in the manner 'Sahib' (Sir) wanted him to.

During his sleep he dreamed same old lady consoling his Mother beside an inert body covered with white sheet. Until the face of that body could be revealed Benoy jumped in anxiety from his bed. The familiar thought.....who will take care of that old lady was again knocking his mind but remembering the sweet wordings of Sahib was enough to send him back to sleep. Then he slept after deciding that he will visit the old woman tomorrow.

Next day, after completion of his work he went straight to that woman house named 'Paulson Mansion', though it was no way near to be called a mansion. Benoy was standing outside the house for half an hour gathering courage and wordings to face the poor lady. He was hesitant enough to make a world record standing there and he could have go on but that lady interrupted his thoughts.

"Who are you"?

Mother, My name is Benoy. I am the driver...that Hears Car." His quick response was a pleasant surprise even for him.

"Yes, I forgot to pay you. I should...."

Super-Encouraged by his first reply he interrupted her.

"No, Mother, I am here just to tell you that I am also like your son and I know that I cannot replace him but still I will do whatever I can to make your life comfortable and to reduce the pain....to some extent."

Crossing this initial hurdle of his hesitation Benoy talked to the lady for several hours. He told her about his professional life, his mother, how emotional he got when he saw her crying for her son and he was on and on and on.

Even the woman was listening to him keenly. She neither interrupted him nor she looked bored. She was constantly gazing at him without blinking as if she was praising that childish conversation. Benoy was also consoling her regularly with assurance that he will visit her place everyday...seemed that Innocence and simplicity of Benoy touched her.

After that day, Benoy was regular visitor of Paulson Mansion every evening. He talked even about Lakhu and Sahib to make her smile. He asked her to do any of her work or any financial help (with the help of Sahib) but she plainly rejected and never asked him for any kind of help. She only liked to talk to him. It was rather a monologue.....Benoy.

The only thing that broke the conversation was the thought of his mother waiting for him with dinner. Sometimes, the lady herself reminded him that his Mother is waiting for him, with surety as if she was watching Benoy's mother.

One such day, Benoy was quite tired but with his habit he was there on the gate of Paulson Mansion. He talked to that lady and gradually fell asleep leaning on the gate.

Scent of morning breeze and chirping of birds were making him realize that his short snooze was converted into night long sleep. The Old lady was not in the scene.

Without disturbing and enquiring the old lady about his unusual slumber, he rushed to Sahib for that day's work. He was preparing himself for any "worst case scenario" as he was already very late. Benoy was cursing himself because he was unable to draft satisfactory excuses to escape from the Sahib bombardment. When he reached to Sahib office with his Hears Car.......Sahib was relax and happy to see him.

Sahib even hugged him, of course, Benoy was amused as this was the last thing one can expect from Sahib.

Sahib - You are very lucky, my boy. You were absent yesterday and I managed a temporary driver who was severely injured in an accident.

Surprised Benoy......as he was only late.......not absent, but as always he was hesitating to counter Sahib.....but still for reduction of his confusion he murmured.

Benoy - How ?

Sahib - Misbalanced Vehicle fell into Son River.....later his inert body was recovered. We all were worried about you.....Jesus.....thank you so much.

Benoy was startled because he slept for a night and if Sahib and others are right....how can he sleep for a day and a half.....a nap of 36 Hours and nobody even noticed him.

Lakhu and Benoy mother questions confirmed that he was "nowhere" yesterday. Benoy went to Old woman house and shared this incident. She was also surprised and was reacting in Benoy's manner.

This 1 day absence mystery was eating Benoy....everyone was congratulating him that how lucky he was.....but he wanted somebody to tell him actually where he was.

Headache of that incident vanished in just couple of days as Benoy's mother got a Heart Attack and was admitted in Hospital. Doctors explained him the critical condition of his mother. There were blood clots in her brain due to uneven functioning of her heart. Benoy borrowed money from Sahib and his other contacts for the costly treatment. Still, the money was far short from what was told to him for the operation of his mother.

His visits to the Paulson Mansion were also halted.

Though he was exhausted and many of his reliable contacts ignored (or even refused) his requests........ Benoy was desperate to save the life of his mother. Thought of asking some help from the old lady passed him by for a moment but then he dropped the idea that this will only add to her misery.

.....Night, he was sleeping outside the ward of his mother. A familiar voice knocked his ears to pull him back from the dreamy world.

"Benoy....son, I am here....my son, don't you worry, now your mother will be alright soon."

"But..."

The Old lady was standing in front of him and Benoy rubbing his eyes and greeting simultaneously. He always watched her with her home as background this hospital was something to adapt.

"No if and but, required amount is deposited for the treatment of your mother. By the way, you should never hesitate asking for help....you called me mother and this word symbolizes the bond which is beyond the things you always hesitate to ask....its eternal."

"I am very sorry, mother, but who told you all this."

After a pause she replied.

"Lakhu, who else."

This was the first time that the monologue was from the side of that lady.....and Benoy was only responding in yes, no, sorry, thanks, etc.

Old lady was nonstop.

While giving, birth every woman experiences a part of her body....separated. Eye contact with her baby makes her hypnotize and she gets unparallel joy from the mere touch of young one. Women are secondary in the society because they are sacrificing their social status from the beginning of human race just for their families.

Delivering her "body part"......she cries, shouts and within minutes she is on the top of the world with her baby. She exactly knows when her baby needs her and why as if she is still connected to her baby physically.

This is the purest relation which involves care, love, and almost everything without any expectations in return. Let men rule the world forever but motherhood is the difference which makes the fairer sex far better.

After sometime she got up and kissed Benoy's forehead and said.

"Your, Mother, is very lucky."

Then she handed him an address.

"An old friend of mine needs some help and assistance in a journey. Get there and assist her after your mother gets okay."

Benoy's mother was out of danger the very next day and relaxed Benoy happily went to share this news with Lakhu and Sahib. After their conversation Lakhu was puzzled and denied any conversation with an elderly woman.

Benoy was astonished too, then he unfolded the paper with address....he got nervous because address on the paper was of Paulson Mansion.

He rushed to the lady's house and knocked, there was no response. He enquired neighbors. They told him that they have not seen her after the death of her son. These uncertainties were chocking him. He repeatedly banged the door but no one responded.

He always conversed with the old lady standing on the gate....he was too shy to ask for a seat or to come in. She also heard him patiently standing on the other side for hours.

Surrounded with confusions, nervousness, fear, Benoy forcefully broke the door. Till then neighbors called the Police and followed him. Dead body of the lady was lying on the chair with photograph of her son, still tightly intact in her her hand. Foul smell of the body forced everyone to leave the room except Benoy who was gazing a "mother".....his mother.

Now, every mystery was crystal clear that how she helped him all these days and the journey she meant was her own final journey.

Later, with the completion of all the legal formalities Benoy claimed the body and buried it in a respectful manner......as a son.

Benoy regularly visits the changed "place" of the old lady and monologues in the same manner as he earlier did.

You are lucky, Benoy........

.....The End.

साईं कृपा

'Sai Kripa' published in 'Sai Charan' (2005).

I guess it's fine?

My home was away by a modest trot,
Lazy me...wanted to reach there by Public Transport.

Then I saw a poor girl so weak yet so eager,
This was her regular look…which people like me only get via fever.

I thought,
“So, here’s the representative of my country’s poverty,
I should use my change (for Public Transport) in this ‘charity.’”

How great it feels after any kind of helping,
And then who minds to go home walking.

Next day I saw her on the same location,
And the legendary me got virtual suffocation.

My change was not enough to change her life’s one day,
And there are more than 250 millions like her in my country from Himalayas to Bays.

Then, I decided not to give anything to beggars,
She came to me and ‘demanded’....
This time I refused to give change to her,
Instead I took a pledge to work hard and make it big in my life...reach a huge level,
Not for myself...
So, that my decisions can change lives of many unfortunate people out there,
.....Like her.
In a bright and positive manner.

A thing inside me said,
“You are just a unit, How can you change the system?”
I replied, “I will change it or die trying.”
I guess it’s fine?

मरो मेरे साथ!




बांधव नामक छोटे से गाँव मे आज देर रात बहुत हलचल थी. रंजिश के चलते 2 परिवारों की हत्या करके पडोसी गाँव झमेल का निवासी प्रकाश गाँव मे से भागने की फिराक मे था पर मृत परिवारों के पड़ोसियों द्वारा शोर मचाये जाने पर धीरे-धीरे ये खबर गाँव के मुख्य भाग मे आग की तरह फ़ैल गयी. सभी गाँववालो मे प्रकाश की इस हरकत पर आक्रोश था. लाठियाँ और लालटेन लिए जैसे सारे गाँववाले आज बाहर निकल आये थे. पर गाँव की बाहरी सीमा पर बनी कुछ झोपडियों तक ये हलचल अभी नहीं पहुंची थी. जान बचाता हुआ प्रकाश वहां तक पहुँच चुका था.


"दरवाज़ा खोल....सुशील..मै तेरा दोस्त प्रकाश हूँ.."

सुशील दरवाज़ा खोलता है तो हांफता हुआ प्रकाश उसके घर मे आ घुसता है.

प्रकाश - तू घर मे अकेला है, सुशील?

सुशील - हाँ, मेरी बीवी त्यौहार पर अपने मायके गयी है..लेकिन तू इतना परेशान क्यों लग रहा है?

सुशील के सवाल का उत्तर देने के बजाये प्रकाश ने उसके सर पर ज़ोरदार वार किया जिस से सुशील बेहोश हो गया. तभी प्रकाश के पीछे आते गाँववाले दरवाज़ा पीटने लगे....कुछ लोगो ने दूर से प्रकाश को सुशील के घर मे घुसते देख लिया था. सुशील की झोपडी के बाहर शोर-गुल बढ़ता जा रहा था.

गाँववालो ने आवाज़ लगायी.

"सुशील दरवाज़ा खोलो....."

काफी देर तक कोई जवाब ना आने के बाद आक्रोशित भीड़ से भड़के हुए स्वर आने लगे.

"अरे, सुशील तो प्रकाश का जिगरी दोस्त है ना.."

"वो दरवाज़ा नहीं खोलेगा."

"सुशील भी प्रकाश से मिल गया लगता है.."

"जिंदा जला डालो..उन दोनों को..यहीं उन पापियों का अंतिम संस्कार कर डालो."

आक्रोशित जनसमूह की सोचने समझने की क्षमता क्षीण हो जाती है..आज निर्दोष सुशील शायद इस आक्रोश की भेंट चढ़ने वाला था. प्रकाश की डर से घिग्गी बंध गयी थी.....बचने का रास्ता ढूँढती उसकी आँखों मे चमक आ गयी.

देखते ही देखते भीड़ ने सुशील की झोपडी जला दी.प्रकाश सुशील के घर की पिछली खिड़की को तोड़कर सरपट भागता हुआ पीछे जंगलो मे गुम हो गया. इधर झोपडी के जलने से उठे धुएँ ने अचेत सुशील की बेहोशी को तोडा....धुएँ से भरे बंध घर मे उसका दम घुटने लगा...अर्ध-चेतना की हालत मे वो दरवाज़ा ढूँढने लगा....उसे दरवाज़ा तो मिला पर तब तक पूरे घर और उसके शरीर मे आग लग चुकी थी. वो चिल्लाता और तड़पता हुआ दरवाजा खोल कर बाहर की तरफ भागा.......भीड़ मे से आवाजें आयी.

"यही है हत्यारा प्रकाश....मार डालो इसे."

किसी ने उस जलती..तड़पती और दर्द से कराहती आकृति की पहचान जानने के बारे मे एक क्षण नहीं सोचा..और बाहर लाठियों-डंडो से उसे तब तक पीटते रहे जब तक वो बेजान नहीं हो गयी. गाँव वालो का पागलपन अब जाकर शांत हुआ. तब जाकर सरपंचके लड़के की नज़र उस अधजली लाश के हाथ पर पड़ी जिस पर "ॐ" aur "सुशील" लिखा हुआ था. ये बात भीड़ मे फैली और किसी को समझते देर ना लगी की ये प्रकाशनहीं सुशील है. कुछ लोगो ने बाहर से सुशील की सुलगती झोपडी का मुआयना कियातो पता चला की मौका देख कर प्रकाश भाग चुका था. गाँव वालो को अपनी गलती का एहसास तो हुआ पर अब देर हो चुकी थी. खुद को बचाने के लिए उन्होंने पुलिस के सामने ये कहानी बनाने का निर्णय लिया की प्रकाश के साथ सुशील भी हत्याओ मे शामिल था और उग्र भीड़ ने उसे मार डाला....जबकि प्रकाश फरार हो गया. पुलिस इस घटना मे उम्मीद से जल्दी आ गयी और कागजी कार्यवाही, लाश कापंचनामा और थोडी पूछ-ताछ करके चलती बनी. सरपंच ने स्थानीय पुलिस थाने के इन्चार्ज को अपनी परेशानी बताई. तो उस स्टेशन अफसर ने उन्हें तसल्ली दी.

"अरे, सरपंच जी....ऐसा तो गांवो मे अक्सर हो जाया करता है....इसपर पूरे गाँव को अपराध मे नामजद थोड़े ही करेंगे."

अगले दिन तडके सुशील की पत्नी रेखा अब तक सुलग रही अपनी झोपडी के पास पहुंची और दहाड़ मार कर विलाप करने लगी....वो गाँव वालो से अपने पति की गलती पूछने लगी..और पूरे दिन पागलो की तरह बेसुध गाँव मे घूमती रही. पर गाँव वालो ने उस से दूरी बनायीं रखी..क्योकि वो सुशील को अपराधी बता करअपनी गलती छुपाना चाहते थे..इस काम मे सबसे आगे थे गाँव के सरपंच जिनका मानना था की गाँव की भलाई के लिए एक-दो लोग मर भी जाए तो क्या आफत आजायेगी. अपने खुशहाल जीवन मे अचानक आये इस बदलाव को वो कैसे सहन कर पाती?बार-बार उसने हर दरवाज़े पर इंसाफ माँगा पर कोई दरवाज़ा नहीं खुला....किसी का दिल नहीं पसीजा. रेखा को कहीं से इंसाफ तो नहीं मिला पर हाँ जल्द ही पागल होने का दर्जा मिल गया. गाँव वाले भी सुशील से जुडी हर बात को दबा देना चाहते थे.....और रेखा उनके लिए आगे चलकर खतरा बन सकती थी. पागलखाने की गाडी आई और पागलखाने के कर्मचारी उसे ज़बरदस्ती पकड़ कर ले गए. उस रात खबर आई की पागलखाने की गाडी का एक्सीडेंट हो गया है और वो खाई मे जा गिरी....किसी के जिंदा बचने की उम्मीद नहीं थी....

उसी रात रेखा गाँव मे लौट आई और अपने घर की राख पर बैठ कर भयानक अट्हास करने लगी....आधी रात के बाद सबके दरवाज़े खटका कर वो सबसे चीखती हुई कह रही थी.

"उन्होंने मुझे बचा लिया....अब वो तुम सबसे मिलना चाहते है....बाहर आओ...दरवाज़ा खोलो."

वो जिंदा थी....गाँवभर मे सिरहन सी दौड़ गयी.

अर्ध-चेतना और अजीब सी नशा करने के बाद जैसी हालतमे रेखा गाँव के बीचों-बीच आयी जहाँ अक्सर गाँव की चौपाल और पंचायत लगा करती थी. उसका अट्हास और खुद से बातें करना निरंतर जारी था....अचम्भे की बात ये थी की उसकी आवाज़ पूरे गाँव मे गूँज रही थी....अब तक नींद से उठ चुके गाँव वालो को वो आवाज़ विचलित कर रही थी. गाँव के दो मशहूर पहलवान उसकी परेशान कर देने वाली हसी और आवाजों को रोकने के लिए उसके पास पहुँचकर उसे पीटने लगे....पर उनके आश्चर्य की सीमा ही टूट गयी जब उनके मारने पर उसकी ध्वनि और अट्हास और तेज़ होते चले गए....जब उनमे से एक पहलवान ने रेखा पर गुस्से मे आकर डंडे से वार किया तो रेखा का अट्हास रुका....पर उसकी आवाज़ अब भारी और मर्दाना बन गयी थी....रेखा ने दोनों पहलवानों की गर्दन पकड़ कर उनके सिरों को ज़मीन मे गाड़ दिया और दोनों की गर्दन पकड़कर उन्हें ज़मीन मे घसीटती हुई दौड़ने लगी और तब तक दौड़ती रही जब तक उन पहलवानों के सर धरती के घर्षण से गायब नहीं हो गए. अपने रक्त-रंजित हाथोके साथ वो फिर गाँव के बीचों-बीच पहुंची. उसकी आवाज़ फिर से एक महिला जैसी हो गयी. ऐसा लगा जैसे वो अपने दिवंगत पति से बात कर रही हो.

रेखा - "ऐ जी, सुनिए ना....देखिये कितनी देर से हम गाँव वालो को आवाज़ लगा रहे है...और कोई दरवाज़ा ही नहीं खोलता."

रेखाके इतना कहने की देर थी की पूरे गाँव की झोपडीयों और पक्के घरो के खिड़की-दरवाज़े उखड-उखड कर उस स्थान पर जमा होने लगे जहाँ रेखा खड़ी थी.गाँव वाले दहशत मे समूहों मे घर से बाहर आये.....रेखा के हाव-भाव और आवाज़ दोबारा किसी आदमी जैसी हो गयी.

रेखा - "अपनी तस्सली करना बंद करो आत्माओ को कहीं आने-जाने से ये खिड़कीयां, दरवाज़े....नहीं रोक सकते. आज से इस गाँव के किसी घर मे कोई खिड़की या दरवाज़ा नहीं होगा.....सुशील कीमौत का हिसाब पूरे गाँव को देना पड़ेगा....पूरे गाँव पर आफत टूटेगी....रेखा अपने मायके जा रही है....और ये इस गाँव से जिंदा निकलनेवाली आखरी इंसान होगी....और हाँ कल से जान कर या अनजाने मे कोई काम किसीके साथ मत करना.....जैसे मैंने प्रकाश के साथ किया था."

इतना कहकर रेखा बेहोश हो गयी और उसका अचेत शरीर गाँव वालो के सामने से उड़ता हुआ उनकी आँखों से ओझल हो गया. सभी मे डर और दहशत फ़ैल गयी....सरपंच सुखराम की चिंताएँ बढ़ गयी.

"रोतेरा.....वर्मा....पाटिल....आओ और बाकी 2-4 खाली बैठे हवाल्दारों को साथ ले लो."

"पर साहब पोस्टमार्टम की ड्यूटी तो कांस्टेबल वर्मा और पाटिल की लगी है....हम लोग वहां क्या करेंगे?"

"नयी भर्ती हुई है दोनों की....कह रहे है की डर लग रहा है....यहाँ सब थाने मेभी मखियाँ मार रहे है....वहां चलकर इन दोनों से तफरीह लेंगे....आओ."

बांधव और झमेल गाँव का पुलिस थाना इंचार्ज रमन तलवार न्याय और तफ्तीश करने से बचता था क्योकि वो आराम से अपनी सरकारी नौकरी चलाना चाहता था. पोस्टमार्टम स्थल पर ये पुलिस दल मस्ती के मूड मे 2 नए सिपाहियों जीत वर्मा और प्रदीप पाटिल को हास्य का पात्र बना रहा था जिनके सामने सुशील की लाश का पोस्टमार्टम हो रहा था और वो दोनों उसे देख नहीं पा रहे थे क्योकि उन्होंने परसों ही इस थाने से अपनी नौकरी शुरू की थी.

इंस्पेक्टर रमन तलवार - कांस्टेबल पाटिल....मै तुम्हे आर्डर देता हूँ की तुम उलटी कर लो...हा हा हा....

कांस्टेबल रोतेरा - सर जी, आपने तो पाटिल को उलटी करने को कहा था.....और यहाँ तो वर्मा उलटी करने लगा....हा हा...बद्तमीज़ो, जो थानेदार साहब कहे सिर्फ उतना ही करो.....पाटिल तुम्हे सर जी ने उलटी करने को कहा था और तुम्हे चक्कर आ रहे है.....देख अब सर जी तेरी 2 दिन की तनख्वा कटवा देंगे.....हा हा हा......

पोस्टमार्टम कर रहा डॉक्टर पुलिस वालो के मजाक से विचलित हो रहा था.

डॉक्टर - आप लोग कृपा करके चुप हो जाइए.....मै लाश का पोस्टमार्टम नहीं कर पा रहा हूँ.

इंस्पेक्टर रमन तलवार - अरे डॉक्टर, हम कौन सा यहाँ बार डांस कर रहे है जो मुर्दा डिस्टर्ब हो जाएगा.

.......और वातावरण फिर से पुलिस पार्टी के ठहाको से गूँज उठा.

डॉक्टर- ये....क्या हो रहा है....ये नहीं हो सकता.....इसका तो 70 प्रतिशत शरीर जल चुका है और इसे Third, Fourth-Degree Burns आये है......तब भी.....

डॉक्टर की बात सिपाही रोतेरा ने बीच मे ही काट दी.

कांस्टेबल रोतेरा - क्या हो गया डॉक्टर साहब....देख लो कहीं डेड बॉडी को साइड मे करके पाटिल ना लेट गया हो.....

पर रोतेरा की बात पर डॉक्टर ने अजीब सी हरकत की और वो कमरा छोड़ कर भाग गया.

इंस्पेक्टर रमन तलवार - अब इसको क्या हो गया? पाटिल, वर्मा, की बीमारी इसे लग गयी क्या?

कांस्टेबल पाटिल - सर, य..यहाँ कुछ गड़बड़ है.

रमन तलवार और उसके सिपाही लाश के पास पहुंचे.

कांस्टेबल रोतेरा - सर...इसे तो मरा हुआ सील किया था हमने. डॉक्टर इसका शरीर कटा हुआ छोड़ गया है.....और फिर भी इसके कटे-जले शरीर मे दिल धड़क रहा है....

इंस्पेक्टर रमन तलवार - बड़ी सख्त जान है....वर्ल्ड रिकॉर्ड बना गेरा इसने तो....चल बेटा तू पहले नहीं मारा तो तुझे हम मार देंगे....देखो तो कमीने की साँसे नोर्मल चल रही है.....शरीर हिल रहा है.....

अचानक सुशील का कटा और अधजला हिलता हुआ शरीर उठ बैठा और इंस्पेक्टर रमन की तरफ देख कर बोलने लगा.

"और देख कमीने मै तो बोलने भी लगा."

रमन तलवार और उसके सभी कांस्टेबलस थर-थर कांपने लगे. पाटिल और वर्मा इस अप्रत्याशित झटके से बेहोश हो गए. और सुशील के चलते-फिरते शरीर ने इंस्पेक्टर और कांस्टेबल रोतेरा के साथ आये हवाल्दारों को पकडा....और उन्हें उनके पैरो से पकड़ कर ज़मीन और छत पर बदहवास हालत मे तेज़-तेज़ मारने लगा. कुछ ही क्षणों बाद उन दोनों के शरीर कुचले हुए से और निर्जीव हो गए. पर सुशील के शरीर को अभी चैन कहाँ मिला था.....

"ड्यूटी तो इन दो नए सिपहियों की लगी थी पर इनके साथ आकर तुमने अपनी मौत बुला ली. मरने के बाद याद रखना कभी किसी का साथ मत देना....जैसे मैंने प्रकाश का दिया था. चल, इंस्पेक्टर....देख मेरा शरीर....देख मेरी जली हुई अंतडियां.....मै तुझे आर्डर देता हूँ की तू उलटी कर.....कर ना....क्याहुआ...हा हा हा हा....चक्कर आ रहे है? मुझे उन लोगो ने जलाया....पीटा और मार डाला पर तूने कुछ नहीं किया.....पहले आग मे मेरा हाथ जला.... "

सुशील ने इंस्पेक्टर रमन का हाथ पकडा और रमन का हाथ अपने आप जली अवस्था मे आ गया और वो दर्द से तड़पने लगा.

"फिर मेरा सर.....जैसे अब तेरा जला....फिर उसके बाद मेरी आँखों के सामने अँधेरा छा गया...जैसे तेरी आँखों के सामने छा रहा है..."

कांस्टेबल रोतेरा अब तक हॉस्पिटल की बालकनी मे भाग रहा था.....और उसका रास्ता रोका सुशील ने.....

सुशील - पोस्टमार्टम मे बहुत मज़ा आता है ना....क्यों रोतेरा साहब....पहले चीरा लगाया जाता है.....

सुशील अपने नाखून से आरक्षी रोतेरा के शरीर मे चीरा लगाता चला गया और जड़ पर दर्द से चीखता रोतेरा का शरीर बेजान होता चला गया.

इंस्पेक्टर रमन और उसके साथी मारे गए. आरक्षी वर्मा और आरक्षी पाटिल.....होश मे आने के बाद भी सदमे के कारण कुछ बताने की स्थिति मे नहीं थे......सुशील की लाश अपनी जगह पर पड़ी थी.

बांधव गाँव के निकट हरियाली से भरा बड़ा पठार इलाका था. जहाँ गाँव की आमदनी का एक जरिया मवेशियों के झुंड चरने और वहीँ स्थित झील पर अपनी प्यास बुझाने गए थे. पर उनमे से बहुत कम ही लौट कर गाँव आये...जब कुछ गाँव वालो ने अपने घरो की छत पर चढ़कर देखा तो पठार पर निरीह जानवरों की लाशो से बने ये शब्द लिखे थे.

"भूख और प्यास तो कुछ ही जानवरों को लगी थी. बाकी सब बेचारे तो उनके साथ आ गए....और जो किसी दूसरे के काम मे उसका साथ देगा वो मरेगा....जैसे मै मरा था प्रकाश का साथ देने पर."

बांधव वासियों का धैर्य टूटता जा रहा था पर वो कुछ कर भी नहीं सकते थे. अब उन्हें बस ऊपर वाले का सहारा था.

"अलखनिरंजन.....जय बाबा भोले नाथ....गाँव वालो हम है बाबा शीलनाथ और इस गाँव की प्रेत बाधा हमे हमारी साधना से यहाँ खींच लायी है. यहाँ कुछ घोर अपशगुनके योग बन रहे है....पर हम सब दूर करेंगे....और हमारी शक्ति पर संदेह ना करना क्योकि हम गाँव के एक कोने से बोल रहे है वो संदेश पूरे गाँव मे गूँज रहा है. आज उस दुष्टात्मा के पूर्व निवास के निकट हमने सामूहिक साधना का संकल्प लिया है जिसमे ज्यादा से ज्यादा गाँव वासी आकर उस दुरात्मा को सदैवके लिए यहाँ से भगाने के प्रयास मे हमारा सहयोग करें. बम बम भोले!!!!!"

बाबा शीलनाथ की बात ही गाँव वालो को इस विकट समस्या से निपटने का एकमात्र साधन लगी और इस वजह से बहुत से गाँव वाले साधना मे शामिल होने मृत सुशील के घरके पास बाबा द्वारा बनाये गए साधना स्थल पर एकत्र हुए.


बाबा शीलनाथ ने अपनी आराधना शुरू की...उनका मंत्रोचार बढ़ता जा रहा था और धीरे धीरे गाँव वासी मंत्रो के प्रभाव से मदहोश होते जा रहे थे.

"आ.....................आह......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

तभी दर्द से तड़पते कुछ लोगो की इस आवाज़ ने सबको चौंका दिया....ये चींखे अलग थी...ऐसी चींखे किसी दर्दनाक मौत से पहले ही सुनने को मिलती है.

सहमे लोगो ने आँखें खोली तो सामने का नज़ारा देख कर रौशनी से सामंजस्य बनाती उनकी आँखें दहशत से फटने को हो गयी. बाबा शीलनाथ की जगह सुशील की आत्मा वहां बैठे कुछ गाँव वालो को साधना स्थल पर बने बड़े से हवन कुंड मे झोंक रही थी....

सुशील - अरे! सब हैरान क्यों हो रहे है? पहले कभी साधना नहीं देखी क्या...अब साधना मे मंत्र होते है, ध्यान लगाया जाता है, हवन होता है....और हवन मे आहुतियाँ दी जाती है.....इस तरह....हा हा हा हा हाहा.....

सुशील ने एक वृद्ध के बाल पकड़ कर उन्हें हवन कुंड मे डाल दिया.

सुशील- आप लोग तो साथ मे है तो डरना कैसा....पर मैंने पहले कितनी बार समझाया है की अगर किसी का साथ दोगे तो मारे जाओगे....जैसे मै मरा था अपने दोस्त का साथ देते...

लोगो ने भागना चाहा पर उनका रास्ता आत्माओ के अवरोध ने रोक लिया.

सुशील- ये भटकती रूहों की दीवार है. अतृप्त आत्माएं...सेठ जी. धरती पर मनोरंजन का मौका इन्हें कम ही मिलता है....इसलिए मैंने इन सबको अपना साथी बना लिया.

पर बांधव के पंडित पंडित जी अपने साथ पवित्र जल का पात्र लाये थे. उन्होंने उसका जल रूहों की दीवार पर फेंका जिस से उस दीवार की आत्माएं तडपी और उसमे क्षणिक रास्ता बना जिस से पंडित जी समेत गाँव के कुछ लोग भागे....वो सब अभी कुछ दूर ही भागे होंगे की एक विशालकाय बवंडर ने सबको खुद मे समां लिया और फिर से साधना स्थल पर ला पटका..

सभी इस आकस्मिक झटके से उबर ही रहे थे की उन्हें फिर से गुस्से से फुफकारती सुशील की आकृति दिखी.

"ये आपने अच्छा नहीं किया पंडित जी...बहुत जलन होती है दुष्ट आत्माओ को पवित्र जल से...ऐसे..."

सुशील ने ज़मीन पर पड़े पंडित जी पर तेजाब की कुछ बूंदे डाली. और पंडित जी बुरी तरह तड़प उठे.

"बिलकुल ऐसी ही जलन जैसी अब आपको हो रही है...लगता है तेजी से गिरने के कारण आपकेपैर टूट गए है....हाय रे, ये मुझ अभागे से क्या हो गया....मै तो पाप का भागीदार बन गया....और...और आपका पवित्र जल का लोटा आपसे दूर वहां पड़ा है....शायद उसमे अभी भी जल हो..."

फिर पंडित जी पर लगातार तेजाब की बारिश होने लगी. पंडित जी की हौलनाक चींखे उबलने लगी...उनका शरीर झुलसने, गलने लगा. पंडित जी अपने जीवन को बचाने की आखरी उम्मीद पवित्र जल के पात्र की तरफ ज़मीन पर गिसटने लगे.

"हाँ, पंडित जी....आप कर सकते है....मुझे आप पर पूरा विश्वास है...जोर लगाइये पंडित जी..उठने की कोशिश कीजिये..."

पर पंडित जी का संघर्ष जल्द ही उनकी जीवनलीला के साथ समाप्त हो गया. फिर सुशील ने वहां बाकी बचे करह रहे गाँव वालो पर भी रहम नहीं किया और उन्हें मार डाला. सुशील की आत्मा ने पूरा गाँव ही लील लिया था. अब केवल गाँव का सरपंच सुखराम और उसका परिवार बचा था जिसमे सिर्फ उसका एकलौता बेटा विक्रांत और पुत्रवधू यामिनी थी. सुखराम की पत्नी बहुत पहले ही चल बसी थी. सुखराम की पुत्रवधू यामिनी के गर्भ का नवां महिना था और उसे हलकी प्रसव पीडा हो रही थी....पर सुखराम नहीं चाहता था की यामिनी दूसरे गाँव केअस्पताल जाकर बच्चे को जन्म दे....क्योकि इसमे बहुत खतरा था....जबकि विक्रांत अपनी पत्नी की पीडा देख नहीं पा रहा था.

"पिता जी, मुझे यामिनी को अस्पताल ले जाना ही पड़ेगा."

यामिनी की चीखें और घर मे तनाव बढ़ता जा रहा था. सुखराम का डर जायज़ था पर विक्रांत के सब्र का बाँध टूटने की कगार पर था.

सुखराम- बेटा...यामिनी से ज्यादा दर्द तो उसकी हालत देख कर मुझे हो रहा है. पर वो दरिंदा तुम दोनों के साथ शायद उस अजन्मे बच्चे को भी नहीं छोडेगा..

विक्रांत - जो होगा वो हमारे हाथो मे नहीं है पर हम जो कर सकते है वो तो हमे करना चाहिए.

सुखराम - वो तुम्हे मार देगा, विक्रांत.

विक्रांत- मर तो यामिनी जायेगी अगर वो अस्पताल नहीं पहुंची और अगर मेरी पत्नी और संतान मर जायेंगे तो मेरा जीना भी क्या जीना होगा...पिता जी, मै तांगा तैयार करता हूँ आप घर की रखवाली कीजिये. देखना हम लोग जल्दी ही शुभ समाचार लेकर लौंटेंगे. आपके पोते या पोती के साथ.

सुखराम ने अपने बेटे को समझाने की लाख कोशिश की पर आखिर मे मजबूर सुखराम को ना चाहते हुए भीअपने बेटे के निर्णय के आगे झुकना पड़ा...अपने परिवार के बचने की संभावना कम देख कर सुखराम का मन भर आया...अपनी आँखों मे आये आँसू मुश्किल से थामकर उसने विक्रांत को आशीर्वाद दिया...

सुखराम - ....जीता रह मेरे बेटे...मेरी उम्र भी तुझे लग जाए.

विक्रांत - चलता हूँ, पिता जी, जय राम!

तांगे के पगडंडी मे गायब होने तक सुखराम उन्हें तिहारता रहा और फिर दहाड़ मार कर ज़मीन पर पड़ा रोने लगा...जैसे वो मान चूका था की अब उसके अपने कभी नहीं लौटेंगे.

तांगे के कुछ दूर जाने पर एक चोगाधारी लाठी लिए वृद्ध से व्यक्ति ने उन्हें रोका....

"रोको....रोको...बेटा मुझे बचा लो...उस शैतान आत्मा से जिसने पूरा गाँव लील लिया...."

विक्रांत - बाबा, मुझे जाने दो मै बहुत परेशान हूँ.

"मै भी बहुत परेशान हूँ, बेटा. इतना समझाया सबको की किसी का साथ मत दो......मारे जाओगे पर कोई मानता ही नहीं."

विक्रांत समझ चुका था की ये सुशील की आत्मा है....पर अब तक देर हो चुकी थी. सुशील चलते तांगे मे ही बैठ गया.

सुशील- तांगा रोक लेते...देखो जल्दबाजी मे मेरा चोगा पीछे छूट गया. ओह, भाभी की हालत तो चिंताजनक है. तुम्हे तो जल्द से जल्द अस्पताल पहुंचना चाहिए...मै बता रहा था की किसी का साथ नहीं देना चाहिए आजकल की दुनिया मे...वर्ना इंसान को मरना पड़ता है.

यामिनी - ...आह....हम..को माफ़ कर दो....हमे छोड़...दो.....

सुशील- अरे, भाभी आप लेटी रहिये...ऐसी हालत मे सावधानी बहुत ज़रूरी है. आपने मुझे पहचाना नहीं, मै सुशील..यहीं गाँव की सीमा पर मेरी झोपडी है...थी...

विक्रांत - हमने तुम्हारा क्या बिगाडा है?

सुशील- ओफो!! घूम फिर कर वही बात...देखो मै समझाता हूँ...तुम तांगा हांकते रहो....प्रसव पीडा तो भाभी जी को हो रही थी, बच्चा तो उन्हें होना था...यानी काम तो उनका था पर इसमे तुम उनके साथ क्यों आ गए? अब आ गए हो तो मुझे कोई तुमसे दुश्मनी थोड़े ही है....चिंता मत करो भाभी अस्पताल ज़रूर पहुँचेगी...आखिर सुरक्षित जन्म हर जच्चा, बच्चा का अधिकार है. पर जो गलतीहुई है उसका फल तो भुगतना पड़ेगा न बाबा....ह्म्म्म्म्म्म?

इतना कहते ही सुशील की लाठी एक फरसे मे बदल गयी और उसने विक्रांत का एक पैर काट दिया. विक्रांत दर्द से चींख उठा...इधर यामिनी अपने पति को दर्द मे देख कर दोहरे दर्द मे चीत्कार मारने लगी....

सुशील - क्या बकवास है...कैसे लोग है ये...तांगा हाथ से चलता है मैंने पैर काटा है...उसमे भी आसमान सर पर उठा लिया. पहले ही सुन लो तुम दोनों की संतान बड़ी शैतान होगी...जैसे तुम दोनों के लक्षण है....कलियुग है भाई कलियुग!!

फिर एक एक करके सुशील तांगे को किसी तरह चला रहे विक्रांत के अवयव काटता चला गया सिर्फ एक हाथ और एक आँख को छोड़ कर.

सुशील - देखो कैसा पति है ये...पत्नी दर्द से मरी जा रही है उसपर तांगा इतना धीमा....तेज़ चला भैया...ओह! तेरे कान तो बच ही गए.

आखिरकार विक्रांत का तांगा झमेल गाँव के अस्पताल के आगे रुका...और तभी अधकटे शरीरवाले विक्रांत के प्राण पखेरू उड़ गए. यामिनी भी दर्द और दुःख से बेहोश होचुकी थी.


झमेल गाँव...प्रकाश का गाँव जो इस सारे बवाल की जड़ था. वो पुलिस से बचने के लिए अपने घर से भाग चुका था. उसे भगोड़ा अपराधी घोषित किया जा चुका था. उसके घर मे सिर्फ एक पत्नी थी वो दोनों निसंतान थे. रात के अँधेरे मे वो अपनी पत्नी के पास पहुंचा.

प्रकाश - दरवाज़ा खोल, चेतना!! मै प्रकाश...

प्रकाश चेतना को बताता है की उसने दूसरे राज्य के शहर फैजाबाद मे नौकरी कर ली है और अब वो वहीँ अपनी गृहस्ती बसायेंगे. वो दोनों रात के अँधेरे मे अपना कीमती सामान समेट कर गाँव से निकलते है. रास्ते मे उन्हें एक रोते हुए नवजात की आवाज़ आती है. ये विक्रांत और यामिनी का बच्चा था जिसका जन्म अबतांगे मे ही हो गया था. यामिनी भी अब तक मर चुकी थी और सरकारी अस्पताल मेरात के वक़्त सन्नाटा पसरा था. प्रकाश और चेतना को स्थिति समझते देर नहीं लगी की ये बच्चा अब अनाथ है.....दोनों ने एक दूसरे की तरफ देखा और शायद दोनों ने एकसाथ आँखों मे ही बच्चे को अपनाने का मन बनाया और बच्चे कोतांगे से उठाकर निकल गए. दोनों जंगल मे तेजी से भाग रहे थे वो गाँव कीसीमा जल्द से जल्द पार कर लेना चाहते थे. बच्चा चेतना के हाथो मे था कुछ दूर बाद पीछे से उसने बच्चा प्रकाश को थमा दिया. थोडी देर बदहवास सा भागने के बाद..प्रकाश को कुछ महसूस हुआ.

प्रकाश - ओह! ये बच्चा तो मुझे काट रहा है, चेतना. आह...नहीं ये मुझे काट नहीं रहा इसने मेरी गर्दन सेमॉस नोच लिया ये मुझे खा रहा है...कोई भूत..आदमखोर हैये....चेतना...चेतना..

प्रकाश मे सिरहन दौड़ गयी..क्योकि चेतना पीछे नहीं थी और उसका जवाब उसका मॉस चबा रहे बच्चे ने दिया. बच्चे की शक्ल वीभत्स हो चुकी थी. प्रकाश ने किसी तरह उस बच्चे को खुद से अलग कर दूर फेंका.

"वो नहीं है...उसको मैंने खा लिया..और मै खुद तुम्हारे कंधे से आ लगा था, मुझे उसने नहीं थमाया था...प्रकाश."

प्रकाश - कौन है...कौन है तू?

"अपने जिगरी यार की आवाज़ भी भूल गया."

प्रकाश - सु..सुशील!!!!!

"सही पहचाना. आ मेरे गले लग जा..मेरे दोस्त."

और उड़कर वो नवजात सुशील से चिपट कर उसको खाने लगा.

"ये बच्चा तो अपनी मरती हुई माँ की कोख मे ही मर गया था....वो तो इसको मेरे काम आना था इसलिए...."

जबकि इधर अपने घर के दरवाज़े के सहारे सुखराम ने पूरी रात काट दी.....अगले दिन भी वो वहीँ पड़ा रहा. फिर रात मे उसका दरवाज़ा खटका.

सुखराम - विक्रांत...बेटा?

"तुम्हारा पूरा गाँव और परिवार तो किसी न किसी का साथ देते हुए मर गया. तुम अकेले जी कर क्या करोगे? डरो मत......आओ.....
....मरो मेरे साथ!"


- समाप्त!!!!