Update-202
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"matlab-vatlab baad me samjhata hoon, chal pahle khisak udhar...mujhe bhi baithne de..."
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"are khisak na..."
"nahi...tum jao us side..."
"chal...tu ja..."
"main kyun jaun...main pahle aayi isliye ye jagah meri hai..."
"yaha kya 'pahle aao ,pahle pao' contest chal raha hai aur ye tu mujhe itni der se ghoor kyun rahi hai...kya kar legi bol..."
"nonsense..."
"billi...meow..."
"Arman over ho raha hai..."
"meow..meow..."
"Arman, this is too much..."
"meow...meow..meow...this is three much..."
Humare beech ka ye world war finally khatm hua aur Esha side wali chair par jaakar baith gayi....
"pahle hee chali jati,itna drama karne ki kya jaroorat thi....meow.."
"Arman, main bol rahi hoon...ye cat ki aawaz mat nikalo...nahi to "
"chal shant ho ja...nahi karta ab...aur ye bata ki tune mujhse jhooth kyun bola ki tu aaj college nahi aayegi ,lekin phhir tapak padi"
"har baat tumhe batana jaroori hai kya..."
"har baat nahi lekih ye baat batana jaroori hai..."
"wo mujhe ek form bharna tha, jiski last date aaj hee hai...."
"form...kaun sa form..."
"ab ye main nahi batane wali tumko...ok.."
"ok..."
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Golden jubilee ka function najdeek tha aur Chhatrapal hum sabki taiyari dekhkar khush bhi tha .isliye wo humari taraf se thoda befikar ho gaya tha...isiliye ab Chhatru kabhi-kabhi late aata tha ya phhir kabhi-kabhi aata hee nahi tha....Chhatrapal ki gairmauzudagi me bhi hum pelam-pel practice kiya karte the aur ab to lunch tak ke sare periods hum auditorium me practice karte hue bitate the....
"Arman..."Esha achanak se cheekhi aur uske is tarah cheekhne se main thoda bhaybheet hua ki ab ye meow kya karne wali hai...
"cheekhti kyun hai re...saamne dekh sab idhar hee dekh rahe hai..."
"main bhool gayi thi,lekin ab mujhe yaad aa gaya hai..."
"kya yaad aa gaya hai..."
"yahi ki tumhare birthday ke din main parking me aadhe ghante tak khadi rahi, taki tumhe birthday wish kar saku...lekin tum nahi aaye...why "
"hmm.....?............. Mujhe to tune bataya hee nahi tha ki tu parking me mera intezaar karegi...warna main daru chhodkar aata..."bahana marte hue maine kaha...
"lekin maine to tumhe messege kiya tha..."Esha boli...ab uski surat thoda achambhit typeki ho chali thi...
"messege...main messege nahi padhta , mere paas time nahi rahta ,bahut busy person hoon...."
"matlab tumne sach me mera messege nahi padha,kitne bure ho tum...."
"ek minute...abhi dikhata hoon, "bolte hue maine apna dus hazar ka mobile jeb se nikala aur chair par tankar thoda peechhe ho gaya ,taki Esha meri karamat na jaan paye .iske baad maine Esha wale messege ko 'unread' kar diya aur pahle wali position me wapas aaya..."Esha , ye dekho tumhara messege maine abhi tak nahi padha hai..."
"par tumne to reply bhi kiya tha shayad..."
"ek baat bata...tu aaj shaam ko kya kar rahi hai..."
"kuchh nahi, kyun..."thoda romantic hote hue Esha puchhi...
"to phhir seedhe doctor ke paas jaakar apna ilaaz karwa...bahut zaroorat hai tujhe...Meow..."
"Arman baat ko khatm karne ka tumhara tarika bilkul galat hai...tumhe dusaro ki feelings, emotions ka zara sa bhi khayal nahi rahta....insaan bano ,haiwan nahi..."
Main thodi der chup raha taki Esha ko kuchh jawab de saku ....thodi der baad main bola...
"ek baat bata, dusaro ki emotions, feelings ka khayal karke kya main unka achaar dalunga aur burayi sabme hoti hai,lekin iska matlab ye to nahi ki sab bure hai...aur waise bhi mujhme sirf ek hee burayi hai..daru peena aur ek baat batau ,ye mujhe bahut pasand hai....ab chal stage par, humari baari aa gayi "
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Esha chup chap uthi aur mere bagal me chalte hue aage badhne lagi...
"tumne puchha tha na ki ,wo form kaun sa hai,jiske liye main yaha aayi thi..."
"haan..."
"tumhe thoda ajeeb lagega par wo ek scholarship form tha, jiske jariye meri sari fees return ho jati hai...kyunki main CS ki branch opener thi..."
"sunkar wakayi me ajeeb laga...to bhar diya form..."
"nahi...wo Principal office ke bahar rahne wale peon se meri kaha-suni ho gayi aate waqt....haisiyat ek chaprasi ki hai aur akad aise raha tha ,jaise ki wo khud principal ho....maine bhi achchhi tarah se uski izzat ko sabke saamne neelam kiya...lekin phhir bhi wo do kaudi ka peon nahi sudhra aur jab maine use form submit karne ke liye kaha to mujhse maafi mangne ke liye kahne laga..fool kahi ka..."
"ek baat bolu...Izzat sabko chahiye hoti hai, phhir chahe wo laal kile ke bahar har roj jhadu marne wala ek sarkari naukar ho ya phhir usi laal kile par jhanda fahrahane wala humara prime Minister ho...phhir chahe wo is college ka peon ho ya Principal, izzat sabko chahiye hoti hai....agli baar jab jao to thode muskura kar baat karna...kaam ho jayega...."
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Jab lunch hua to humari anchoring ki class bhang hui aur sab apni-apni manzil ki taraf badhne lage.koyi class ki taraf gaya to koyi canteen ki taraf...lekin main ,Esha ke sath hee chal raha tha....
"Arman ,parso mera birthday hai..tum aaoge..."
"Parso birthday...matlab party matlab Esha ka ghar...Gautam ,Gautam ka baap , Gautam ki bahan...Esha, Esha ki maa, Esha ka baap, meri khoon ke pyase city me rahne wale ladke, Gautam ke baap ke gunde...aur main akela... "
"kya hua..."
" mera wo dost hai na Arun...kal maine gusse me uske dono hath-pair tod diye, matlab fracture kar diye .isliye wo hospital me admit hai aur har roj college ke baad main seedhe usi ke paas jata hoon...isliye main tumhari birthday party me nahi aa paunga..."
"ok, no problem"mere is professional tarike se bole gaye jhooth par Arun ke liye shok prakat karte hue Esha boli aur main ek baar phhir public ko yeda banane me kamyab hua
Waise Esha ka mujhe birthday party ke liye invite karna ,wo bhi tab jab mere saare dushman waha mauzood ho...ye mujhe doglapan laga lekin phhir socha hatao yar...kaun sa fala kashmir mudda hai jo wo itne khatarnak shadyantra banayegi...bhavnao me bah gayi hogi, meri Esha...abhi filhal to anchoring me concentrate karte hai...
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Quote:
"matlab-vatlab baad me samjhata hoon, chal pahle khisak udhar...mujhe bhi baithne de..."
.
"are khisak na..."
"nahi...tum jao us side..."
"chal...tu ja..."
"main kyun jaun...main pahle aayi isliye ye jagah meri hai..."
"yaha kya 'pahle aao ,pahle pao' contest chal raha hai aur ye tu mujhe itni der se ghoor kyun rahi hai...kya kar legi bol..."
"nonsense..."
"billi...meow..."
"Arman over ho raha hai..."
"meow..meow..."
"Arman, this is too much..."
"meow...meow..meow...this is three much..."
Humare beech ka ye world war finally khatm hua aur Esha side wali chair par jaakar baith gayi....
"pahle hee chali jati,itna drama karne ki kya jaroorat thi....meow.."
"Arman, main bol rahi hoon...ye cat ki aawaz mat nikalo...nahi to "
"chal shant ho ja...nahi karta ab...aur ye bata ki tune mujhse jhooth kyun bola ki tu aaj college nahi aayegi ,lekin phhir tapak padi"
"har baat tumhe batana jaroori hai kya..."
"har baat nahi lekih ye baat batana jaroori hai..."
"wo mujhe ek form bharna tha, jiski last date aaj hee hai...."
"form...kaun sa form..."
"ab ye main nahi batane wali tumko...ok.."
"ok..."
.
Golden jubilee ka function najdeek tha aur Chhatrapal hum sabki taiyari dekhkar khush bhi tha .isliye wo humari taraf se thoda befikar ho gaya tha...isiliye ab Chhatru kabhi-kabhi late aata tha ya phhir kabhi-kabhi aata hee nahi tha....Chhatrapal ki gairmauzudagi me bhi hum pelam-pel practice kiya karte the aur ab to lunch tak ke sare periods hum auditorium me practice karte hue bitate the....
"Arman..."Esha achanak se cheekhi aur uske is tarah cheekhne se main thoda bhaybheet hua ki ab ye meow kya karne wali hai...
"cheekhti kyun hai re...saamne dekh sab idhar hee dekh rahe hai..."
"main bhool gayi thi,lekin ab mujhe yaad aa gaya hai..."
"kya yaad aa gaya hai..."
"yahi ki tumhare birthday ke din main parking me aadhe ghante tak khadi rahi, taki tumhe birthday wish kar saku...lekin tum nahi aaye...why "
"hmm.....?............. Mujhe to tune bataya hee nahi tha ki tu parking me mera intezaar karegi...warna main daru chhodkar aata..."bahana marte hue maine kaha...
"lekin maine to tumhe messege kiya tha..."Esha boli...ab uski surat thoda achambhit typeki ho chali thi...
"messege...main messege nahi padhta , mere paas time nahi rahta ,bahut busy person hoon...."
"matlab tumne sach me mera messege nahi padha,kitne bure ho tum...."
"ek minute...abhi dikhata hoon, "bolte hue maine apna dus hazar ka mobile jeb se nikala aur chair par tankar thoda peechhe ho gaya ,taki Esha meri karamat na jaan paye .iske baad maine Esha wale messege ko 'unread' kar diya aur pahle wali position me wapas aaya..."Esha , ye dekho tumhara messege maine abhi tak nahi padha hai..."
"par tumne to reply bhi kiya tha shayad..."
"ek baat bata...tu aaj shaam ko kya kar rahi hai..."
"kuchh nahi, kyun..."thoda romantic hote hue Esha puchhi...
"to phhir seedhe doctor ke paas jaakar apna ilaaz karwa...bahut zaroorat hai tujhe...Meow..."
"Arman baat ko khatm karne ka tumhara tarika bilkul galat hai...tumhe dusaro ki feelings, emotions ka zara sa bhi khayal nahi rahta....insaan bano ,haiwan nahi..."
Main thodi der chup raha taki Esha ko kuchh jawab de saku ....thodi der baad main bola...
"ek baat bata, dusaro ki emotions, feelings ka khayal karke kya main unka achaar dalunga aur burayi sabme hoti hai,lekin iska matlab ye to nahi ki sab bure hai...aur waise bhi mujhme sirf ek hee burayi hai..daru peena aur ek baat batau ,ye mujhe bahut pasand hai....ab chal stage par, humari baari aa gayi "
.
Esha chup chap uthi aur mere bagal me chalte hue aage badhne lagi...
"tumne puchha tha na ki ,wo form kaun sa hai,jiske liye main yaha aayi thi..."
"haan..."
"tumhe thoda ajeeb lagega par wo ek scholarship form tha, jiske jariye meri sari fees return ho jati hai...kyunki main CS ki branch opener thi..."
"sunkar wakayi me ajeeb laga...to bhar diya form..."
"nahi...wo Principal office ke bahar rahne wale peon se meri kaha-suni ho gayi aate waqt....haisiyat ek chaprasi ki hai aur akad aise raha tha ,jaise ki wo khud principal ho....maine bhi achchhi tarah se uski izzat ko sabke saamne neelam kiya...lekin phhir bhi wo do kaudi ka peon nahi sudhra aur jab maine use form submit karne ke liye kaha to mujhse maafi mangne ke liye kahne laga..fool kahi ka..."
"ek baat bolu...Izzat sabko chahiye hoti hai, phhir chahe wo laal kile ke bahar har roj jhadu marne wala ek sarkari naukar ho ya phhir usi laal kile par jhanda fahrahane wala humara prime Minister ho...phhir chahe wo is college ka peon ho ya Principal, izzat sabko chahiye hoti hai....agli baar jab jao to thode muskura kar baat karna...kaam ho jayega...."
.
Jab lunch hua to humari anchoring ki class bhang hui aur sab apni-apni manzil ki taraf badhne lage.koyi class ki taraf gaya to koyi canteen ki taraf...lekin main ,Esha ke sath hee chal raha tha....
"Arman ,parso mera birthday hai..tum aaoge..."
"Parso birthday...matlab party matlab Esha ka ghar...Gautam ,Gautam ka baap , Gautam ki bahan...Esha, Esha ki maa, Esha ka baap, meri khoon ke pyase city me rahne wale ladke, Gautam ke baap ke gunde...aur main akela... "
"kya hua..."
" mera wo dost hai na Arun...kal maine gusse me uske dono hath-pair tod diye, matlab fracture kar diye .isliye wo hospital me admit hai aur har roj college ke baad main seedhe usi ke paas jata hoon...isliye main tumhari birthday party me nahi aa paunga..."
"ok, no problem"mere is professional tarike se bole gaye jhooth par Arun ke liye shok prakat karte hue Esha boli aur main ek baar phhir public ko yeda banane me kamyab hua
Waise Esha ka mujhe birthday party ke liye invite karna ,wo bhi tab jab mere saare dushman waha mauzood ho...ye mujhe doglapan laga lekin phhir socha hatao yar...kaun sa fala kashmir mudda hai jo wo itne khatarnak shadyantra banayegi...bhavnao me bah gayi hogi, meri Esha...abhi filhal to anchoring me concentrate karte hai...
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