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Adultery Beta Dekhta Raha, Chup
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Chapter 1
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Mere haath mein jo paper tha, woh bas ek kagaz nahi tha.
Woh meri aukaat ka saboot tha.
12th class ka mid-sem test. 80 mein se 12 marks.
Itna kam ki number dekh kar pehle gussa aata hai, phir sharam, aur phir ek aisi khaamoshi jo seedha seene ke andar baith jaati hai. Main class ke corner mein khada tha, paper ko aise pakde hue jaise usse chhod diya toh meri saari kamzori zameen par gir padegi.
Ink ka woh laal rang, teacher ki rough handwriting, aur upar likha mera naam — Idris Syed — sab kuch ek hi pal mein ajeeb sa lag raha tha. Jaise kisi aur ki zindagi ka hisaab mere haath mein aa gaya ho.
Meri class mein log marks dekhte hi apni fits aur smiles chhupa rahe the. Kuch bachche hans bhi diye. Kaafi dheere, bas itna ki teacher sun na le. Lekin main sun gaya.
Main hamesha sun leta hoon.
Sports mein bhi main bekaar. Running mein last, cricket mein jab meri baari aati toh log dhyaan kisi aur taraf kar lete, aur kabaddi mein toh mujhe khud samajh nahi aata tha ki main kis ke saath khada hoon aur kis ke khilaaf. Padhai mein bhi wahi haal. Na tez dimag, na yaad rakhne ki taqat, na woh confidence jo dusron ki aankhon mein hota hai.
Aur sabse buri baat? Class mein mera koi aisa dost bhi nahi tha jiske saath main bina soche baat kar sakun.
Log hote hain, par saath nahi hote.
Main un sab ke beech bhi akela tha.
Teacher ne paper wapas diya aur mujhe dekhkar bas itna bola, “Idris, tumhein seriously lagna chahiye. Abhi bhi time hai.”
Time.
Mujhe us waqt us lafz se nafrat hui. Jaise sab ke paas time tha, sirf mere paas nahi.
School ki chhutti hui toh main seedha ghar nahi gaya. Main thoda der tak campus ke piche wale khali ground ke paas baitha raha. Wahan mitti sookhi thi, hawa mein dhool thi, aur saamne se ek football udta hua gaya, jaise woh bhi mujhse zyada kaam ka ho.
Main paper ko ghurta raha.
12 marks.
Meri ungliyan uske kinare ko itna daba rahi thi ki kagaz murjha sa gaya. Mujhe lag raha tha agar main ghar gaya, toh yeh paper sirf ek paper nahi rahega. Woh ek dhamaka ban jayega. Ek aisa dhamaka jisme mere saare din, meri saari galtiyan, meri saari nakamiyaan sab ek saath phat jayengi.
Abbu ko dekhte hi mujhe pehle se hi saans tight ho jaati thi. Ghar mein unka tana marna normal tha. Jaise unka gussa bhi routine ka hissa ho. Kabhi meri maa ki taraf, kabhi meri taraf, kabhi bas hawa mein. Lekin nishana aksar mujhe hi milta tha.
“Tumse kuch nahi hoga.”
“Uske marks dekho.”
“Dusron ke bachche kahan pahunch gaye aur yeh abhi tak wahin ka wahin hai.”
Ammi... ammi kabhi kabhi beech mein aa jaati thi. Woh bachane ki koshish karti thi, samjhaane ki koshish karti thi, par bechari kar bhi kya sakti thi? Unki awaaz mein woh narmi thi jo gusse ke saamne kamzor pad jaati hai. Woh mujhe dekh kar bas aankhon se bol deti thi: chup rehna, sab theek ho jayega.
Lekin kuch cheezein chup rehne se theek nahi hoti.
Main ghar ki taraf chal pada. Har kadam ke saath paper meri jeb mein aur bhaari hota gaya. Gali ke mod par pahunch kar mujhe hamare ghar ki chhoti si deewar dikhi. Wahi deewar jahan baarish ke daag the, aur wahi khidki jahan ammi aksar khadi hoti thi, jaise kisi aane wale tufaan ka intezaar kar rahi ho.
Main gate ke paas ruk gaya.
Andar se abbu ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Nahi, cheekh nahi. Cheekh se bhi zyada khatarnaak ek thandi awaaz.
“Woh aaya?”
Ammi ki halki si awaaz: “Abhi aane wala hoga...”
Mere haath ka paper aur bheeg gaya. Pasina ya darr, mujhe samajh nahi aaya.
Maine ek gehri saans li.
Us ek saans mein saari class, saare marks, saare hansne wale chehre, aur ghar ke andar ka woh pura mahoul jama tha. Jaise meri zindagi kisi aur ke likhe hue page par chal rahi ho, aur main bas usse palatne ki koshish kar raha hoon.
Maine gate khola.
Aur us pal mujhe laga, aaj ghar ke andar jo hoga, woh sirf marks ka masla nahi hoga.
Woh meri zindagi ka pehla sach hone wala tha.
Darwaza khulte hi hall ki khamoshi kisi bojh ki tarah mere kandhon par gir padi.
Abbu sofa par baithe the. Unke haath mein TV ka remote tha, par TV band tha.
Ammi kitchen ke darwaze par khadi thi, dupatte ka kona apni ungliyon mein lapette hue. Unki aankhon mein wahi darr tha jo mere dil mein dhadak raha tha.
"Aa gaye nawabzaade?" Abbu ki awaaz mein ek ajeeb sa thandapan tha.
Maine sar jhuka liya aur dhire se 'haan' mein gardan hilayi.
"Paper mila aaj?"
Mera gala sukh gaya tha. Maine jeb mein haath daala. Kagaz ka woh tukda pasine se sil chuka tha. Kaapte haathon se maine woh paper aage kar diya.
Abbu ne remote side mein rakha aur paper liya. Kamre mein itni shanti thi ki main unki saans lene ki awaaz sun sakta tha. Unhone paper ko seedha kiya. Unki nigaah '12/80' par aakar ruk gayi.
Ek second. Do second. Teen.
Mujhe laga jaise waqt ruk gaya hai.
Phusphusate hue awaaz aayi, "Barah number..."
Phir achanak unhone woh paper zameen par phenk diya. "Barah number! Yeh hai tumhari aukaat? Maine apni poori zindagi ghis di tumhari padhai ke liye, aur tum wapas lakar dete ho yeh kachra!"
Unki awaaz ab dheemi nahi thi. Kamre ki deewarein kaampne lagi thi.
"Arey koi dekhe iski shakal! Din bhar nikammon ki tarah ghumega, na khel mein aage, na padhai mein, bas mere khoon pasine ki kamai aag mein daal raha hai!"
Ammi aage aayi, "Aji chhod dijiye, bachcha hi toh hai... agli baar mehnat karega..."
"Chup raho tum!" Abbu dahade. "Tumhare is dulaar ne hi isko barbaad kiya hai! Koi aur hota toh doob ke marr jata is marks par!"
Mujhe pata nahi us waqt mujhme kya aaya. Shayad woh daba hua gussa tha, ya sharam ki aakhri hadd. Maine apni jhuki hui gardan uthayi aur unki aankhon mein dekh liya.
Yeh meri sabse badi galti thi.
"Aankh dikhata hai mujhe?!"
Unka gussa ek jhatke mein qabu se bahar ho gaya. Woh apni jagah se uthe aur isse pehle ki main wahan se hat pata, ek zordaar aawaaz poore hall mein gunj uthi.
Chataak!
Mere gaal par ek tez jalan hui. Mera sarr jhanna gaya aur main ladkhada kar do kadam piche hat gaya. Kaan mein ek ajeeb si seeti bajne lagi thi.
Ammi ke cheekhne ki awaaz aayi, par woh doobti hui lag rahi thi.
Us ek thappad ne sirf mere gaal par nishaan nahi chhoda tha. Usne mere andar bachi hui aakhri umeed ko bhi tod diya tha.
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Mere haath mein jo paper tha, woh bas ek kagaz nahi tha.
Woh meri aukaat ka saboot tha.
12th class ka mid-sem test. 80 mein se 12 marks.
Itna kam ki number dekh kar pehle gussa aata hai, phir sharam, aur phir ek aisi khaamoshi jo seedha seene ke andar baith jaati hai. Main class ke corner mein khada tha, paper ko aise pakde hue jaise usse chhod diya toh meri saari kamzori zameen par gir padegi.
Ink ka woh laal rang, teacher ki rough handwriting, aur upar likha mera naam — Idris Syed — sab kuch ek hi pal mein ajeeb sa lag raha tha. Jaise kisi aur ki zindagi ka hisaab mere haath mein aa gaya ho.
Meri class mein log marks dekhte hi apni fits aur smiles chhupa rahe the. Kuch bachche hans bhi diye. Kaafi dheere, bas itna ki teacher sun na le. Lekin main sun gaya.
Main hamesha sun leta hoon.
Sports mein bhi main bekaar. Running mein last, cricket mein jab meri baari aati toh log dhyaan kisi aur taraf kar lete, aur kabaddi mein toh mujhe khud samajh nahi aata tha ki main kis ke saath khada hoon aur kis ke khilaaf. Padhai mein bhi wahi haal. Na tez dimag, na yaad rakhne ki taqat, na woh confidence jo dusron ki aankhon mein hota hai.
Aur sabse buri baat? Class mein mera koi aisa dost bhi nahi tha jiske saath main bina soche baat kar sakun.
Log hote hain, par saath nahi hote.
Main un sab ke beech bhi akela tha.
Teacher ne paper wapas diya aur mujhe dekhkar bas itna bola, “Idris, tumhein seriously lagna chahiye. Abhi bhi time hai.”
Time.
Mujhe us waqt us lafz se nafrat hui. Jaise sab ke paas time tha, sirf mere paas nahi.
School ki chhutti hui toh main seedha ghar nahi gaya. Main thoda der tak campus ke piche wale khali ground ke paas baitha raha. Wahan mitti sookhi thi, hawa mein dhool thi, aur saamne se ek football udta hua gaya, jaise woh bhi mujhse zyada kaam ka ho.
Main paper ko ghurta raha.
12 marks.
Meri ungliyan uske kinare ko itna daba rahi thi ki kagaz murjha sa gaya. Mujhe lag raha tha agar main ghar gaya, toh yeh paper sirf ek paper nahi rahega. Woh ek dhamaka ban jayega. Ek aisa dhamaka jisme mere saare din, meri saari galtiyan, meri saari nakamiyaan sab ek saath phat jayengi.
Abbu ko dekhte hi mujhe pehle se hi saans tight ho jaati thi. Ghar mein unka tana marna normal tha. Jaise unka gussa bhi routine ka hissa ho. Kabhi meri maa ki taraf, kabhi meri taraf, kabhi bas hawa mein. Lekin nishana aksar mujhe hi milta tha.
“Tumse kuch nahi hoga.”
“Uske marks dekho.”
“Dusron ke bachche kahan pahunch gaye aur yeh abhi tak wahin ka wahin hai.”
Ammi... ammi kabhi kabhi beech mein aa jaati thi. Woh bachane ki koshish karti thi, samjhaane ki koshish karti thi, par bechari kar bhi kya sakti thi? Unki awaaz mein woh narmi thi jo gusse ke saamne kamzor pad jaati hai. Woh mujhe dekh kar bas aankhon se bol deti thi: chup rehna, sab theek ho jayega.
Lekin kuch cheezein chup rehne se theek nahi hoti.
Main ghar ki taraf chal pada. Har kadam ke saath paper meri jeb mein aur bhaari hota gaya. Gali ke mod par pahunch kar mujhe hamare ghar ki chhoti si deewar dikhi. Wahi deewar jahan baarish ke daag the, aur wahi khidki jahan ammi aksar khadi hoti thi, jaise kisi aane wale tufaan ka intezaar kar rahi ho.
Main gate ke paas ruk gaya.
Andar se abbu ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Nahi, cheekh nahi. Cheekh se bhi zyada khatarnaak ek thandi awaaz.
“Woh aaya?”
Ammi ki halki si awaaz: “Abhi aane wala hoga...”
Mere haath ka paper aur bheeg gaya. Pasina ya darr, mujhe samajh nahi aaya.
Maine ek gehri saans li.
Us ek saans mein saari class, saare marks, saare hansne wale chehre, aur ghar ke andar ka woh pura mahoul jama tha. Jaise meri zindagi kisi aur ke likhe hue page par chal rahi ho, aur main bas usse palatne ki koshish kar raha hoon.
Maine gate khola.
Aur us pal mujhe laga, aaj ghar ke andar jo hoga, woh sirf marks ka masla nahi hoga.
Woh meri zindagi ka pehla sach hone wala tha.
Darwaza khulte hi hall ki khamoshi kisi bojh ki tarah mere kandhon par gir padi.
Abbu sofa par baithe the. Unke haath mein TV ka remote tha, par TV band tha.
Ammi kitchen ke darwaze par khadi thi, dupatte ka kona apni ungliyon mein lapette hue. Unki aankhon mein wahi darr tha jo mere dil mein dhadak raha tha.
"Aa gaye nawabzaade?" Abbu ki awaaz mein ek ajeeb sa thandapan tha.
Maine sar jhuka liya aur dhire se 'haan' mein gardan hilayi.
"Paper mila aaj?"
Mera gala sukh gaya tha. Maine jeb mein haath daala. Kagaz ka woh tukda pasine se sil chuka tha. Kaapte haathon se maine woh paper aage kar diya.
Abbu ne remote side mein rakha aur paper liya. Kamre mein itni shanti thi ki main unki saans lene ki awaaz sun sakta tha. Unhone paper ko seedha kiya. Unki nigaah '12/80' par aakar ruk gayi.
Ek second. Do second. Teen.
Mujhe laga jaise waqt ruk gaya hai.
Phusphusate hue awaaz aayi, "Barah number..."
Phir achanak unhone woh paper zameen par phenk diya. "Barah number! Yeh hai tumhari aukaat? Maine apni poori zindagi ghis di tumhari padhai ke liye, aur tum wapas lakar dete ho yeh kachra!"
Unki awaaz ab dheemi nahi thi. Kamre ki deewarein kaampne lagi thi.
"Arey koi dekhe iski shakal! Din bhar nikammon ki tarah ghumega, na khel mein aage, na padhai mein, bas mere khoon pasine ki kamai aag mein daal raha hai!"
Ammi aage aayi, "Aji chhod dijiye, bachcha hi toh hai... agli baar mehnat karega..."
"Chup raho tum!" Abbu dahade. "Tumhare is dulaar ne hi isko barbaad kiya hai! Koi aur hota toh doob ke marr jata is marks par!"
Mujhe pata nahi us waqt mujhme kya aaya. Shayad woh daba hua gussa tha, ya sharam ki aakhri hadd. Maine apni jhuki hui gardan uthayi aur unki aankhon mein dekh liya.
Yeh meri sabse badi galti thi.
"Aankh dikhata hai mujhe?!"
Unka gussa ek jhatke mein qabu se bahar ho gaya. Woh apni jagah se uthe aur isse pehle ki main wahan se hat pata, ek zordaar aawaaz poore hall mein gunj uthi.
Chataak!
Mere gaal par ek tez jalan hui. Mera sarr jhanna gaya aur main ladkhada kar do kadam piche hat gaya. Kaan mein ek ajeeb si seeti bajne lagi thi.
Ammi ke cheekhne ki awaaz aayi, par woh doobti hui lag rahi thi.
Us ek thappad ne sirf mere gaal par nishaan nahi chhoda tha. Usne mere andar bachi hui aakhri umeed ko bhi tod diya tha.
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Chapter 2
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Kamre ka darwaza andar se lock tha. Bahar se sirf bartano ke takrane ki awaaz aa rahi thi, ek aisi normal awaaz jo ab sabse ajeeb lag rahi thi. Jaise bahar sab kuch wapas theek ho gaya ho, lekin mere andar ek tufaan shuru ho raha tha.
Bistar par baith kar main seedha saamne deewar ko ghure jaa raha tha.
Mere haath mein ek chhota sa rumal tha. Halka neela, jiske kinare par ammi ne phool kaadh rakha tha. Jab main bhag kar kamre mein aa raha tha, tab unhone rote hue yeh mere haath mein thama diya tha. Us rumal mein baraf lipटी hui thi, par gaal par rakhte hi woh baraf bhi garam lagne lagi thi.
Maine dheere se jhilmilate hue rumal ko apne us gaal par phera jahan abbu ki ungliyon ke nishaan abhi bhi lal chamak rahe the.
Jaise hi thanda kapda skin par laga, ek tees si uthi. Ek aisi aithan jo skin se shuru hokar seedha dimaag ko hila deti hai. Lekin is baar is dard ne mujhe rone nahi diya.
Pehle hamesha aankhon mein aansu aa jate the. Ek darr haawi ho jata tha ki main sach mein kisi layak nahi hoon. Par aaj, is band kamre ki andheri chuppi mein us darr ki jagah kisi aur cheez ne le li thi.
Gussa.
Ek jalte hue koyle jaisa gussa jo saari beizzati ki raakh ke neeche se dhadhakne laga tha.
Jab maine unki aankhon mein dekha tha, toh woh meri badtameezi nahi thi. Woh meri aakhri, tut ti hui koshish thi apni izzat bachane ki. Aur mujhe uski yeh saza mili?
Rumal ko maine itni zor se mutthi mein dabaya ki andar pighalti baraf ka paani meri ungliyon se nikal kar zameen par girne laga.
'Aankh dikhata hai mujhe?'
Abbu ki garajte hue awaaz mere kaanon mein dubara gunji.
Ab tak main sirf isliye haarta raha kyunki mujhe kisi ne jitna sikhaya hi nahi tha. Sab ne bas pehle se hi tay kar liya tha ki 'is se kuch nahi hoga'. Par aaj, us 12 marks ke paper se lekar is thappad tak, mere andar ka woh dara hua ladka jaise hamesha ke liye marr chuka tha.
Gaal ki jalan waise hi thi, par ab usne ek aag ka roop le liya tha.
Mujhe ab jawab dena tha. Bol kar nahi, kyunki meri awaaz ki is ghar mein koi keemat hi nahi thi.
Mujhe kuch aisa karna tha ki agli baar unka haath uthne se pehle rukh jaye.
Mujhe apni aukaat badalni thi.
Us andhere mein aankhein band karte hi mujhe ek dusri duniya dikhne lagi. Ek aisi duniya jahan mere haath mein 12 marks ka paper nahi, balki ek thos kamyabi thi. Khayalon mein main ek stage par khada tha, aur samne baithe log mere liye taaliyan baja rahe the. Abbu pehli baar muskura rahe the, aur ammi garv se sabko bata rahi thi ki 'yeh mera beta hai'. Ek ajeeb si sukoon dene wali shanti thi us jhoothe khwaab mein, jaise wahi meri asli jagah ho.
Takk.
Darwaze ki dhimi si awaaz ne mujhe us khwaab se kheench kar wapas is thandi haqeeqat mein patak diya.
Darwaza thoda sa khula aur ammi dhire se andar aayi. Unke haath mein steel ki thali thi jisme roti aur thodi si sabzi rakhi thi. Unhone meri taraf bina dekhe, bilkul dabe paon aakar thali table par rakh di. Unki aankhon mein darr abhi bhi tair raha tha — ek khauf ki kahin bahar se abbu unhein dekh na lein chup chap apne bete ko khana dete hue. Unhone mere sarr par dhire se haath rakha, aur bina ek shabd kahe wapas bahar chali gayi. Darwaza wapas waise hi halka sa bhed diya.
Us thande khane ko dekh kar bhookh toh nahi lagi, par us aag mein aur ghee dal gaya jo mere andar pehle hi jall rahi thi.
Agle din school ka rassta aur roz se lamba lag raha tha. Suraj ki tezz roshni se sar dard ho raha tha aur aas pados ke doston ki hasee mujh par ek bojh ban rahi thi.
Class mein aakar main apne corner wali seat par baith gaya, yeh soch kar ki aaj ka din main chup chap guzar dunga. Par kismat ko aaj kuch aur hi manzoor tha.
Pehla period khatam hi hua tha ki school ka peon darwaze par aaya. Usne meri taraf ungli uthai aur rasari aawaz mein bola, "Idris Syed, headmaster sir ne office mein bulaya hai."
Mera dil zorr se dhadakne laga. Ek aur fatkaar? Ek aur bezatti? Ab ki baar kiske saamne? Pair bhari ho gaye the, aur pet mein ajeeb si aithan ho rahi thi. Sabse bada darr yeh tha ki kahin woh abbu ko school na bula lein.
Main sir jhukaye hue headmaster ke office mein dakhil hua.
"Aao Idris, baitho," Headmaster sir ne ek normal, thehri hui awaaz mein kaha. Unhone abbu ki tarah chillaya nahi. Unki aawaz shaant thi.
Main kursi ke aage waale kinare par tik kar baith gaya, meri nazrein abhi bhi zameen par thi.
"Tumhare marks dekhe maine. Sirf is test mein nahi, lagatar pichle kuch mahino se numbers gir rahe hain," unhone ek file band karte hue kaha. Mujhe laga ab suspension ki baat aayegi. Lekin unhone aage kaha, "Lekin mujhe lagta hai tumhein padhai mein thodi madad ki zaroorat hai. Agar khud samajh nahi aa raha, toh kisi ka sahara toh lena padega na?"
Main unki taraf thoda hairani se dekhne laga. Madad? Is waqt tak mujhe is school mein daant ke ilawa kabhi madad to nahi mili thi.
Tabhi kisi ke office mein aane ki awaaz aayi.
Maine palat kar dekha to peechhe 'Akash' khada tha. Akash... dusre section ka wo ladka jiska naam assembly mein har doosre din sunayi deta tha. Har subject ka topper, saare teachers ka favourite, aur khud mein poora confident.
"Aa jao Akash," Headmaster sir ne muskurate hue kaha. "Idris, yeh Akash hai. Section A ka pichle teen saal se topper. Maine socha hai ki Akash tumhari thodi padhai mein madad karega. Lunch breaks mein ya free periods mein."
Akash ne ek tichi nazar meri taraf dali. Us ek nigaah mein mujhe upar se neeche tak napne ka aehsaas hua. Jaise ki main padhai ke layak hi na hoon.
"Theek hai sir," Akash ne formality ke liye haan mein sarr hilaya.
Par jab woh palat kar darwaze ki taraf mud raha tha, uske hontho se kaafi dhimi par bilkul saaf awaaz nikli, "Kahan phas gaye yaar..."
Mera bacha kucha confidence bhi wahin dher ho gaya. Jaise kisi ne dubara mere upar thanda pani daal diya ho. Par meri aadat purani thi — main tab bhi chup raha. Ek baar phir bezatti mili thi, kahin doosron par bojh banne ka ehsaas mila tha. Lekin is baar, ye maayusi aur zillat dheere dheere ek ziddi gusse mein badalne ki tayyari kar rahi thi.
Headmaster ke office se nikalne ke baad Akash apni aadat ke mutabiq aage aage tez chalne laga aur main uske piche thoda fasla banakar.
Corridor mein ekdam sannata tha. Hamari chappalon ki pat-pat aur door kisi class se aati teacher ki dhundhli si aawaz ke ilawa kuch nahi sunayi de raha tha. Us poori khamoshi mein ek ajeeb sa tanaav tha, kam se kam meri taraf se.
Tabhi achanak saamne se ek aur ladka aata dikhayi diya. Usko dekhte hi Akash ke jaise chehre par raunak hi aa gayi. Woh ruka aur khushi se us ladke ki taraf haath badhaya. "Arre bhai! Kya haal hain?"
Uske baad wahan jaise mera wajood hi khatam ho gaya. Akash us ladke se baatein karne laga. Games ki baatein, kisi aane wale test ki baatein, kisi movie ki baatein. Woh dono aapas mein khokar hasne lage, aur meri taraf ek baar mud kar bhi nahi dekha.
Paanch minute beet gaye.
Main chupchap unke bagal mein khada unki woh saari bakwas sunta raha. Ek ajeeb si chidchidaahat aur apmaan mere sir ke upar madra raha tha, bilkul waise hi jaise abbu ke taano ke waqt hota tha. Woh dono apni duniya mein the, aur main sirf ek fizool sa shadow jo wahan galti se aa gaya tha.
Aakhir mujhse raha nahi gaya. Maine bohot dhimi, darti hui aawaz mein usko tokne ki koshish ki, "Akash... woh... padhai?"
Meri aawaz sunte hi Akash chidh gaya. Usne baat roki aur meri taraf ghuma. Uske maathe par silwatein thi, jaise maine kisi mahaan charcha mein khalal daal diya ho. "Tum aisa karo," usne jhallate hue kaha, "Tum jaake library mein baitho. Main aata hoon thodi der mein."
Bina meri taraf wapas dekhe, woh phir se apni us bakwas baat mein doob gaya.
Mujhe apne andar ek pal ke liye rone ka mann kiya, par woh abhi kal hi toh khatam hua tha. Main chup chap peeth ghumakar us sannate wale corridor par akele chal pada.
Library poori tarah khaali aur neend mein dhoobi hui si lag rahi thi. Main ek corner wali table par baith gaya. Wahan anxiety ek bhoot ki tarah chipak gayi thi mujhse. Ghadi ki aawaz 'tik-tik' bahut zor se aa rahi thi. Har guzarne wala minute mujhe dobara ehsas dila raha tha ki kisi ko mera zikra yaad nahi hai, aur na meri fikra.
Poore chalis minute beet gaye.
Tab jake darwaza dhakel kar Akash andar aaya. Uska face abhi bhi waise hi annoyed lag raha tha. Uske haath mein ek moti si spiral bound notebook thi jispar pehle se hi kaafi daag gande the.
Usne aakar bina kuch samjhaye wo notebook zorr se table par, mere saamne patak di.
"Ise rat lo," Akash ne badi berukhi se meri taraf bina dekhe hi kaha. "Bas ye saare notes yad kar lena, paas kar jaoge."
Isse pehle ki main usse kuch pooch pata ya isse khol ke dekh pata, wo palta aur apne jooton ki aawaz karta hua library se baahar bhaag gaya. Main bas wahan baitha us handwritten note book ko aur us band hote huye darwaze ko dekhta hi reh gaya.
Kuch der jab us library ka chuppi bhara sannata aur heavy hone laga, tab main us notebook ko haath mein uthaye baahar nikal aaya.
Corridor se aage badhte hue jab meri nazar peeche wale khule ground par padi, toh mere kadam wahi ruk gaye. Akash. Woh apne dosto ke beech tha. Uske haath mein ek chamakti hui nayi football thi, aur woh bhaagta hua zor se has raha tha. Uski aawaz, uski hasee aur uske dosto ki taaliyan ground se goonj aakar mere kaano ko chubhne lagi. Usne sirf isliye jaldi ki thi kyunki use in logo ke jhund mein jana tha. Aur mere jaisa ladka uske mastiyon mein sirf ek rukaawat tha.
Mujhe lagta tha abbu ka tana sunkar sabse zyada takleef hoti hai. Lekin is naye ladke ko ground par udte aur mujhe is buri tarah se ignore karke khelte dekh, mere andar se pehli baar ek ghin aur zehreeli nafrat futne lagi.
Ek pal ke liye mera haath utha ki is spiral notebook ko wahin zameen par patak dun. Par maine wahi kiya jo main hamesha khauf mein karta aa raha tha.
Maine apni saari narazgi aur beizzati ko nigal liya. Thook ke saath wo gussa gale ke neeche utaar liya.
Us gandi notebook ko apne seene se lagaya, aur bina dubara mudkar us ground ki taraf dekhe, chup chap apni class ki taraf chala gaya.
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Kamre ka darwaza andar se lock tha. Bahar se sirf bartano ke takrane ki awaaz aa rahi thi, ek aisi normal awaaz jo ab sabse ajeeb lag rahi thi. Jaise bahar sab kuch wapas theek ho gaya ho, lekin mere andar ek tufaan shuru ho raha tha.
Bistar par baith kar main seedha saamne deewar ko ghure jaa raha tha.
Mere haath mein ek chhota sa rumal tha. Halka neela, jiske kinare par ammi ne phool kaadh rakha tha. Jab main bhag kar kamre mein aa raha tha, tab unhone rote hue yeh mere haath mein thama diya tha. Us rumal mein baraf lipटी hui thi, par gaal par rakhte hi woh baraf bhi garam lagne lagi thi.
Maine dheere se jhilmilate hue rumal ko apne us gaal par phera jahan abbu ki ungliyon ke nishaan abhi bhi lal chamak rahe the.
Jaise hi thanda kapda skin par laga, ek tees si uthi. Ek aisi aithan jo skin se shuru hokar seedha dimaag ko hila deti hai. Lekin is baar is dard ne mujhe rone nahi diya.
Pehle hamesha aankhon mein aansu aa jate the. Ek darr haawi ho jata tha ki main sach mein kisi layak nahi hoon. Par aaj, is band kamre ki andheri chuppi mein us darr ki jagah kisi aur cheez ne le li thi.
Gussa.
Ek jalte hue koyle jaisa gussa jo saari beizzati ki raakh ke neeche se dhadhakne laga tha.
Jab maine unki aankhon mein dekha tha, toh woh meri badtameezi nahi thi. Woh meri aakhri, tut ti hui koshish thi apni izzat bachane ki. Aur mujhe uski yeh saza mili?
Rumal ko maine itni zor se mutthi mein dabaya ki andar pighalti baraf ka paani meri ungliyon se nikal kar zameen par girne laga.
'Aankh dikhata hai mujhe?'
Abbu ki garajte hue awaaz mere kaanon mein dubara gunji.
Ab tak main sirf isliye haarta raha kyunki mujhe kisi ne jitna sikhaya hi nahi tha. Sab ne bas pehle se hi tay kar liya tha ki 'is se kuch nahi hoga'. Par aaj, us 12 marks ke paper se lekar is thappad tak, mere andar ka woh dara hua ladka jaise hamesha ke liye marr chuka tha.
Gaal ki jalan waise hi thi, par ab usne ek aag ka roop le liya tha.
Mujhe ab jawab dena tha. Bol kar nahi, kyunki meri awaaz ki is ghar mein koi keemat hi nahi thi.
Mujhe kuch aisa karna tha ki agli baar unka haath uthne se pehle rukh jaye.
Mujhe apni aukaat badalni thi.
Us andhere mein aankhein band karte hi mujhe ek dusri duniya dikhne lagi. Ek aisi duniya jahan mere haath mein 12 marks ka paper nahi, balki ek thos kamyabi thi. Khayalon mein main ek stage par khada tha, aur samne baithe log mere liye taaliyan baja rahe the. Abbu pehli baar muskura rahe the, aur ammi garv se sabko bata rahi thi ki 'yeh mera beta hai'. Ek ajeeb si sukoon dene wali shanti thi us jhoothe khwaab mein, jaise wahi meri asli jagah ho.
Takk.
Darwaze ki dhimi si awaaz ne mujhe us khwaab se kheench kar wapas is thandi haqeeqat mein patak diya.
Darwaza thoda sa khula aur ammi dhire se andar aayi. Unke haath mein steel ki thali thi jisme roti aur thodi si sabzi rakhi thi. Unhone meri taraf bina dekhe, bilkul dabe paon aakar thali table par rakh di. Unki aankhon mein darr abhi bhi tair raha tha — ek khauf ki kahin bahar se abbu unhein dekh na lein chup chap apne bete ko khana dete hue. Unhone mere sarr par dhire se haath rakha, aur bina ek shabd kahe wapas bahar chali gayi. Darwaza wapas waise hi halka sa bhed diya.
Us thande khane ko dekh kar bhookh toh nahi lagi, par us aag mein aur ghee dal gaya jo mere andar pehle hi jall rahi thi.
Agle din school ka rassta aur roz se lamba lag raha tha. Suraj ki tezz roshni se sar dard ho raha tha aur aas pados ke doston ki hasee mujh par ek bojh ban rahi thi.
Class mein aakar main apne corner wali seat par baith gaya, yeh soch kar ki aaj ka din main chup chap guzar dunga. Par kismat ko aaj kuch aur hi manzoor tha.
Pehla period khatam hi hua tha ki school ka peon darwaze par aaya. Usne meri taraf ungli uthai aur rasari aawaz mein bola, "Idris Syed, headmaster sir ne office mein bulaya hai."
Mera dil zorr se dhadakne laga. Ek aur fatkaar? Ek aur bezatti? Ab ki baar kiske saamne? Pair bhari ho gaye the, aur pet mein ajeeb si aithan ho rahi thi. Sabse bada darr yeh tha ki kahin woh abbu ko school na bula lein.
Main sir jhukaye hue headmaster ke office mein dakhil hua.
"Aao Idris, baitho," Headmaster sir ne ek normal, thehri hui awaaz mein kaha. Unhone abbu ki tarah chillaya nahi. Unki aawaz shaant thi.
Main kursi ke aage waale kinare par tik kar baith gaya, meri nazrein abhi bhi zameen par thi.
"Tumhare marks dekhe maine. Sirf is test mein nahi, lagatar pichle kuch mahino se numbers gir rahe hain," unhone ek file band karte hue kaha. Mujhe laga ab suspension ki baat aayegi. Lekin unhone aage kaha, "Lekin mujhe lagta hai tumhein padhai mein thodi madad ki zaroorat hai. Agar khud samajh nahi aa raha, toh kisi ka sahara toh lena padega na?"
Main unki taraf thoda hairani se dekhne laga. Madad? Is waqt tak mujhe is school mein daant ke ilawa kabhi madad to nahi mili thi.
Tabhi kisi ke office mein aane ki awaaz aayi.
Maine palat kar dekha to peechhe 'Akash' khada tha. Akash... dusre section ka wo ladka jiska naam assembly mein har doosre din sunayi deta tha. Har subject ka topper, saare teachers ka favourite, aur khud mein poora confident.
"Aa jao Akash," Headmaster sir ne muskurate hue kaha. "Idris, yeh Akash hai. Section A ka pichle teen saal se topper. Maine socha hai ki Akash tumhari thodi padhai mein madad karega. Lunch breaks mein ya free periods mein."
Akash ne ek tichi nazar meri taraf dali. Us ek nigaah mein mujhe upar se neeche tak napne ka aehsaas hua. Jaise ki main padhai ke layak hi na hoon.
"Theek hai sir," Akash ne formality ke liye haan mein sarr hilaya.
Par jab woh palat kar darwaze ki taraf mud raha tha, uske hontho se kaafi dhimi par bilkul saaf awaaz nikli, "Kahan phas gaye yaar..."
Mera bacha kucha confidence bhi wahin dher ho gaya. Jaise kisi ne dubara mere upar thanda pani daal diya ho. Par meri aadat purani thi — main tab bhi chup raha. Ek baar phir bezatti mili thi, kahin doosron par bojh banne ka ehsaas mila tha. Lekin is baar, ye maayusi aur zillat dheere dheere ek ziddi gusse mein badalne ki tayyari kar rahi thi.
Headmaster ke office se nikalne ke baad Akash apni aadat ke mutabiq aage aage tez chalne laga aur main uske piche thoda fasla banakar.
Corridor mein ekdam sannata tha. Hamari chappalon ki pat-pat aur door kisi class se aati teacher ki dhundhli si aawaz ke ilawa kuch nahi sunayi de raha tha. Us poori khamoshi mein ek ajeeb sa tanaav tha, kam se kam meri taraf se.
Tabhi achanak saamne se ek aur ladka aata dikhayi diya. Usko dekhte hi Akash ke jaise chehre par raunak hi aa gayi. Woh ruka aur khushi se us ladke ki taraf haath badhaya. "Arre bhai! Kya haal hain?"
Uske baad wahan jaise mera wajood hi khatam ho gaya. Akash us ladke se baatein karne laga. Games ki baatein, kisi aane wale test ki baatein, kisi movie ki baatein. Woh dono aapas mein khokar hasne lage, aur meri taraf ek baar mud kar bhi nahi dekha.
Paanch minute beet gaye.
Main chupchap unke bagal mein khada unki woh saari bakwas sunta raha. Ek ajeeb si chidchidaahat aur apmaan mere sir ke upar madra raha tha, bilkul waise hi jaise abbu ke taano ke waqt hota tha. Woh dono apni duniya mein the, aur main sirf ek fizool sa shadow jo wahan galti se aa gaya tha.
Aakhir mujhse raha nahi gaya. Maine bohot dhimi, darti hui aawaz mein usko tokne ki koshish ki, "Akash... woh... padhai?"
Meri aawaz sunte hi Akash chidh gaya. Usne baat roki aur meri taraf ghuma. Uske maathe par silwatein thi, jaise maine kisi mahaan charcha mein khalal daal diya ho. "Tum aisa karo," usne jhallate hue kaha, "Tum jaake library mein baitho. Main aata hoon thodi der mein."
Bina meri taraf wapas dekhe, woh phir se apni us bakwas baat mein doob gaya.
Mujhe apne andar ek pal ke liye rone ka mann kiya, par woh abhi kal hi toh khatam hua tha. Main chup chap peeth ghumakar us sannate wale corridor par akele chal pada.
Library poori tarah khaali aur neend mein dhoobi hui si lag rahi thi. Main ek corner wali table par baith gaya. Wahan anxiety ek bhoot ki tarah chipak gayi thi mujhse. Ghadi ki aawaz 'tik-tik' bahut zor se aa rahi thi. Har guzarne wala minute mujhe dobara ehsas dila raha tha ki kisi ko mera zikra yaad nahi hai, aur na meri fikra.
Poore chalis minute beet gaye.
Tab jake darwaza dhakel kar Akash andar aaya. Uska face abhi bhi waise hi annoyed lag raha tha. Uske haath mein ek moti si spiral bound notebook thi jispar pehle se hi kaafi daag gande the.
Usne aakar bina kuch samjhaye wo notebook zorr se table par, mere saamne patak di.
"Ise rat lo," Akash ne badi berukhi se meri taraf bina dekhe hi kaha. "Bas ye saare notes yad kar lena, paas kar jaoge."
Isse pehle ki main usse kuch pooch pata ya isse khol ke dekh pata, wo palta aur apne jooton ki aawaz karta hua library se baahar bhaag gaya. Main bas wahan baitha us handwritten note book ko aur us band hote huye darwaze ko dekhta hi reh gaya.
Kuch der jab us library ka chuppi bhara sannata aur heavy hone laga, tab main us notebook ko haath mein uthaye baahar nikal aaya.
Corridor se aage badhte hue jab meri nazar peeche wale khule ground par padi, toh mere kadam wahi ruk gaye. Akash. Woh apne dosto ke beech tha. Uske haath mein ek chamakti hui nayi football thi, aur woh bhaagta hua zor se has raha tha. Uski aawaz, uski hasee aur uske dosto ki taaliyan ground se goonj aakar mere kaano ko chubhne lagi. Usne sirf isliye jaldi ki thi kyunki use in logo ke jhund mein jana tha. Aur mere jaisa ladka uske mastiyon mein sirf ek rukaawat tha.
Mujhe lagta tha abbu ka tana sunkar sabse zyada takleef hoti hai. Lekin is naye ladke ko ground par udte aur mujhe is buri tarah se ignore karke khelte dekh, mere andar se pehli baar ek ghin aur zehreeli nafrat futne lagi.
Ek pal ke liye mera haath utha ki is spiral notebook ko wahin zameen par patak dun. Par maine wahi kiya jo main hamesha khauf mein karta aa raha tha.
Maine apni saari narazgi aur beizzati ko nigal liya. Thook ke saath wo gussa gale ke neeche utaar liya.
Us gandi notebook ko apne seene se lagaya, aur bina dubara mudkar us ground ki taraf dekhe, chup chap apni class ki taraf chala gaya.
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Chapter 3
School se wapas ghar aana kisi murde ke qabar mein utarne jaisa tha. Kal raat ke us zordaar thappad ki goonj jaise ab tak ghar ki deewaro mein ruki hui thi.
Abbu dining table par baithe akhbaar padh rahe the. Main dabe paon unke paas se guzra, par unhone aankh uthakar dekha tak nahi. Unki wo chuppi kisi gaali aur maar se zyada chubhne wali thi. Pehle wo mujh par theek se chillate the, toh kam se kam lagta tha ki mera koi wajood hai. Aaj unhone mujhe aise ignore kiya jaise main zinda hi nahi hoon. Inkar ka ye thanda tareeka kaafi zyada takleef deh tha.
Ammi rasoi mein thi. Unka chehra utra hua aur aankhein laal thi, bilkul ruansi. Unhone meri aahat sunkar bhi meri taraf dekha tak nahi, bas apne aanchal se apna munh ponchti rahi. Pura ghar ek khaamosh matam mein dhooba hua tha. Pura mahaul itna hopeless lag raha tha ki hawa bhi bhari aur ghutan bhari lag rahi thi.
Bina kisi se kuch kahe, main chupchap apne kamre mein aakar andar se kundi laga li. Bakki ka bacha hua tanaav bhara din aur puri akeli raat maine us band kamre mein, apne us bistar par ghutno mein sarr diye hue guzari.
Par agle din school mein kuch ajeeb sah hua.
Lunch break ke waqt jab main apni seat par udaas baitha bas ground ki taraf dekh raha tha, tabhi achanak Akash chala aaya aur mere paas wali desk par thoda jhallate huye baith gaya. Usne apni wo daag wali spiral notebook aur ek pen bahar nikala.
"Chalo, kholo apni maths ki book," usne bina meri taraf dekhe, ek raste wali aawaz mein kaha. Uski aawaz mein kal wala wahi bhaari chidchidaapan tha, par aaj wo udta hua aage nahi bhaag raha tha. Shayad headmaster sir ne us par nigrani rakhi thi ya strictly kaha tha.
Usne kitab kholi aur madad karni shuru ki. Woh as a friend nahi baitha tha, balki uska har lafz ehsaan jata raha tha. Uski body language bata rahi thi ki wo na chah kar ek bewakoof ke aage apna qeemti waqt zaaya kar raha hai. "Yeh formula yahan aayega, itna simple hai, thoda dimag lagao na," wo baar baar muh banakar rukta.
Wo dil se nahi, poori majboori se meri madad kar raha tha. Par mere andar ek badi ajeeb si uljhan paida ho gai.
Mujhe phir bhi yeh sab theek lag raha tha. Balki, accha lag raha tha.
Zindagi mein pehli baar koi doosra meri table par ruka tha. Pehli baar kisi ne, chahe nakchade pan aur gusse mein hi sahi, mujhe seriously ek kitaab samjhane ki thodi koshish toh ki thi. Uska wo chidchidaapan meri class ke us akelepan aur baaki sabki namaujudgi se kaafi behtar thi. Kam se kam is waqt koi zinda shakhs toh mere paas baitha tha. Dheere dheere wo ehsaan wali daant ek choti si umeed ki kiran jaisi ban rahi thi.
Agli subah se ye humari nayi routine ban gayi. Aane wale kuch dino tak lunch break ki ghanti bajte hi Akash apna daba lekar seedha meri desk par aakar baith jata tha.
In kuch dino ki coaching mein, main mathematical sawalon se zyada Akash ko analyze karne laga. Mujhe dheere dheere yeh ehsas hone laga ki Akash siraf marks mein mujhse alag nahi tha. Uski poori banawat hi mujhse bilkul mukhtalif thi. Wo hairaankun hadd tak confident tha, class mein bolne mein smart tha, par sabse bada farq uski zidd aur persistence mein tha—wo bina thake lagatar laga rehta tha.
Main khud ko achi tarah janta tha. Kitaab kholne ke theek dus minute baad meri aankhein bhari hone lagti thi. Dimag so jata tha aur kitaab ka har saflaa mujhe sulaane lagta tha. Par Akash aisa bilkul nahi tha. Woh poore ektalis minute ki us lunch break mein bagair saans tode lagatar mujhe coach karta rehta tha.
Usme focus ki aisi aag thi jo maine kisi mein nahi dekhi thi. Wo apna tiffin tak meri kitab dekhte huye hi khaata tha, ek haath se jaldi jaldi parathe ka tukda todta aur mooh mein dalkar, bina rokay dusre haath se pen ko meri kapi pe tez tez chalata. Ek taraf wo khata rehta, aur dusri taraf mujhe lagatar equation samjhata rehta.
Use dekh kar main hairaan reh jata. Par jaise jaise main usay itne perfect tareeke se operate karte hue nazdeek se dekhne laga, toh wo pehle din wali acchi feeling kahin aur mudne lagi. Hum dono ek hi bench par baithe the, ek hi umar ke do students. Phir bhi wo kitna upar tha aur main kitna neeche.
Uska wo laser-sharp focus aur confident aadayein ab mujhe chubhne lagi thi. Uski isi perfection aur mehnati fitrat ko itne paas se dekhne ne meri insecurities ko buri tarah se ughad diya tha. Use dekhte hi mere andar mere apne nallepan aur nakamiyo ka darpan dikhta tha. Choti si wo umeed wali feeling ab ek nai aur ghutne wali jalan—jealousy—mein badalne lagi thi.
Isi ajeeb kashmakash, coaching aur baichaini ke beech ek hafta nikal gaya aur aakhiri exams shuru ho gaye.
Jab result wala din aaya toh class mein paper baant'te waqt mere haath maathe ke pasine se bheege huye the. Par iss baar jab paper ulta kar maine apna number dekha, toh mere hosh udd gaye. Laal syahi se wahan '51/80' likha tha. Bawan nahi, ghabrahat wala pachaas nahi, seedha ikyawan. Mujhe apni aankhon par yakeen nahi ho raha tha. Main baar baar us total ko jodh raha tha kahin teacher se counting mein galti toh nahi ho gai. Par galti nahi thi.
Mera sabse weak subject, jisme matha pakk jata tha aur hamesha fail hota tha, wo main sirf paas hi nahi, balki acche marks se paas kar gaya tha. Aur main ache se jaanta tha ki ye namumkin miracle kiski wajah se hua tha. Akash ki us lagatar aur sakht coaching ke bina yeh kisi qeemat par nahi ho sakta tha.
51 number ke us gore se circle ko dekh kar, saalon ke baad pehli baar mere andar ek saaf aur sacha confidence jaga tha. Ek nai himmat paida hui. Dil ke aakhiri kone se ek choti si aawaz aayi ki agar main isme is buri halat se uth kar paas ho sakta hoon, toh shayad main 12th ke boards bhi nikal lunga. Mera poora din us school mein ek alag hi, asmaan chhooti energy mein beeta.
Us din jab main apna wo paper lekar ghar pohocha, toh wahan ka mahaul kal tak ki thehri hui ghutan se bilkul opposite ho gaya.
Jaisi hi maine hall mein ghus kar ammi ke hath mein wo kagaz rakha, unhone paper dekha aur unki ro rahi palke phati ki phati reh gai. Wo chaunk kar pehle paper dekhti aur phir haireti se mujhe ghurne lagti. "Ikyawan...?" unki aawaz kaanp rahi thi, par is baar darr ki wajah se nahi.
Shor sun kar abbu kamre se bahar aaye. Unhone bhuwai sikudte hue aur shak ki nigah se chhin kar paper haath mein liya. Pata nahi un do second mein mere sir par kya beeti, dhadkan jaise gale mein aa gayi thi, par tabhi kuch aisa hua jiska mujhe dedh saal se zyada waqt se besabri se intezaar tha.
Dedh saal mein pehli dafa, abbu ne paper se nazar uthakar mere chehre ko dekha, ek lambi saans li, aur unke hotho par ek chhoti si sachi muskurahat aa gai. Pehli dafa meri aukaat sach mein badal gayi thi. Unhone koi lamba chouda taana nahi mara, koi shikayat nahi ki. Par unke us muskurate hue chehre ne pichle har aasu aur ghar ki us maayusi par jaise thande paani ka chheenta daal diya tha.
"Tu bata... yeh jaadu achanak hua kaise?" Ammi ne pyaar se mere maathe par haath rakhte hue chaunk kar poocha. "Achanak itna dimag kahan se chalne laga mere bete ka?"
Main pal bhar ruka. Mere dimaag mein Akash ki wo chidchidi aawaz aur library wali zehreeli beizzati chal rahi thi, aur apne andar panap rahi jealousy yaad aa gayi. Par phir bhi jhooth bola nahi gaya. "Raaz mera nahi hai, ammi," maine dhire se apni palke jhuka kar kaha. "Hamare section ka nahi... dusre section ke topper, Akash se padhta hoon lunch mein. Ussi ne paas karwaya hai."
Ammi ka chehra khushi aur shukar guzari se aur bhi khil utha. Unhone us 51 number wale paper ko halke se apni chhaati se lagaya aur phir bade pyaar se meri taraf dekha.
"Toh phir ek ehsaan faramosh insaan ki tarah mat ban," Ammi ne muskurate huye aur thode hukum wale andaz mein kaha. "Agar uski mehnat se mere bete ka itna bhala hua hai, toh humara bhi toh kuch farz banta hai bina oof kiye."
Main samajh nahi paya aur kashmakash mein unhe dekhta raha.
"Usko is Sunday dawat par ghar khaane par bula kar laa," Ammi ne zor dete hue aage kaha. "Us ladke ne ghar ke is mahaul mein wapas jaan daali hai, main use apne hathon se biryani banakar khilaungi. Zaroor bula kar lana apne is naye dost ko padhai ke zikr par."
Dost? Mera pet ekdam se aith gaya. Akash ko? Apne dabe hue nirdhan ghar mein? Us ladke ko jo library mein mujhe thode se waqt ke liye bhi theek se bardaasht nahi kar pata? Jiske attitude mein akad aur dosto ke beech main sirf ek wajood-heen keeda tha?
Lekin maine na chahate hue bhi dheere se haan mein sarr hila diya. Kyunki ammi ki aankhon ki us bholi khushi ko noch lene ki himmat mujhme abhi nahi thi. Par mere andar usi waqt ek naye, kaale darr ne jagah le li thi. Mujhe khauf hone laga ki jab woh uski 'perfect' zindagi wala Akash is chhote, toote huye makaan aur mere normal maahaul ko qareeb se dekhega, toh woh aage mujhe kitna aur zyada na-kabil aur gira hua judge karega.
School se wapas ghar aana kisi murde ke qabar mein utarne jaisa tha. Kal raat ke us zordaar thappad ki goonj jaise ab tak ghar ki deewaro mein ruki hui thi.
Abbu dining table par baithe akhbaar padh rahe the. Main dabe paon unke paas se guzra, par unhone aankh uthakar dekha tak nahi. Unki wo chuppi kisi gaali aur maar se zyada chubhne wali thi. Pehle wo mujh par theek se chillate the, toh kam se kam lagta tha ki mera koi wajood hai. Aaj unhone mujhe aise ignore kiya jaise main zinda hi nahi hoon. Inkar ka ye thanda tareeka kaafi zyada takleef deh tha.
Ammi rasoi mein thi. Unka chehra utra hua aur aankhein laal thi, bilkul ruansi. Unhone meri aahat sunkar bhi meri taraf dekha tak nahi, bas apne aanchal se apna munh ponchti rahi. Pura ghar ek khaamosh matam mein dhooba hua tha. Pura mahaul itna hopeless lag raha tha ki hawa bhi bhari aur ghutan bhari lag rahi thi.
Bina kisi se kuch kahe, main chupchap apne kamre mein aakar andar se kundi laga li. Bakki ka bacha hua tanaav bhara din aur puri akeli raat maine us band kamre mein, apne us bistar par ghutno mein sarr diye hue guzari.
Par agle din school mein kuch ajeeb sah hua.
Lunch break ke waqt jab main apni seat par udaas baitha bas ground ki taraf dekh raha tha, tabhi achanak Akash chala aaya aur mere paas wali desk par thoda jhallate huye baith gaya. Usne apni wo daag wali spiral notebook aur ek pen bahar nikala.
"Chalo, kholo apni maths ki book," usne bina meri taraf dekhe, ek raste wali aawaz mein kaha. Uski aawaz mein kal wala wahi bhaari chidchidaapan tha, par aaj wo udta hua aage nahi bhaag raha tha. Shayad headmaster sir ne us par nigrani rakhi thi ya strictly kaha tha.
Usne kitab kholi aur madad karni shuru ki. Woh as a friend nahi baitha tha, balki uska har lafz ehsaan jata raha tha. Uski body language bata rahi thi ki wo na chah kar ek bewakoof ke aage apna qeemti waqt zaaya kar raha hai. "Yeh formula yahan aayega, itna simple hai, thoda dimag lagao na," wo baar baar muh banakar rukta.
Wo dil se nahi, poori majboori se meri madad kar raha tha. Par mere andar ek badi ajeeb si uljhan paida ho gai.
Mujhe phir bhi yeh sab theek lag raha tha. Balki, accha lag raha tha.
Zindagi mein pehli baar koi doosra meri table par ruka tha. Pehli baar kisi ne, chahe nakchade pan aur gusse mein hi sahi, mujhe seriously ek kitaab samjhane ki thodi koshish toh ki thi. Uska wo chidchidaapan meri class ke us akelepan aur baaki sabki namaujudgi se kaafi behtar thi. Kam se kam is waqt koi zinda shakhs toh mere paas baitha tha. Dheere dheere wo ehsaan wali daant ek choti si umeed ki kiran jaisi ban rahi thi.
Agli subah se ye humari nayi routine ban gayi. Aane wale kuch dino tak lunch break ki ghanti bajte hi Akash apna daba lekar seedha meri desk par aakar baith jata tha.
In kuch dino ki coaching mein, main mathematical sawalon se zyada Akash ko analyze karne laga. Mujhe dheere dheere yeh ehsas hone laga ki Akash siraf marks mein mujhse alag nahi tha. Uski poori banawat hi mujhse bilkul mukhtalif thi. Wo hairaankun hadd tak confident tha, class mein bolne mein smart tha, par sabse bada farq uski zidd aur persistence mein tha—wo bina thake lagatar laga rehta tha.
Main khud ko achi tarah janta tha. Kitaab kholne ke theek dus minute baad meri aankhein bhari hone lagti thi. Dimag so jata tha aur kitaab ka har saflaa mujhe sulaane lagta tha. Par Akash aisa bilkul nahi tha. Woh poore ektalis minute ki us lunch break mein bagair saans tode lagatar mujhe coach karta rehta tha.
Usme focus ki aisi aag thi jo maine kisi mein nahi dekhi thi. Wo apna tiffin tak meri kitab dekhte huye hi khaata tha, ek haath se jaldi jaldi parathe ka tukda todta aur mooh mein dalkar, bina rokay dusre haath se pen ko meri kapi pe tez tez chalata. Ek taraf wo khata rehta, aur dusri taraf mujhe lagatar equation samjhata rehta.
Use dekh kar main hairaan reh jata. Par jaise jaise main usay itne perfect tareeke se operate karte hue nazdeek se dekhne laga, toh wo pehle din wali acchi feeling kahin aur mudne lagi. Hum dono ek hi bench par baithe the, ek hi umar ke do students. Phir bhi wo kitna upar tha aur main kitna neeche.
Uska wo laser-sharp focus aur confident aadayein ab mujhe chubhne lagi thi. Uski isi perfection aur mehnati fitrat ko itne paas se dekhne ne meri insecurities ko buri tarah se ughad diya tha. Use dekhte hi mere andar mere apne nallepan aur nakamiyo ka darpan dikhta tha. Choti si wo umeed wali feeling ab ek nai aur ghutne wali jalan—jealousy—mein badalne lagi thi.
Isi ajeeb kashmakash, coaching aur baichaini ke beech ek hafta nikal gaya aur aakhiri exams shuru ho gaye.
Jab result wala din aaya toh class mein paper baant'te waqt mere haath maathe ke pasine se bheege huye the. Par iss baar jab paper ulta kar maine apna number dekha, toh mere hosh udd gaye. Laal syahi se wahan '51/80' likha tha. Bawan nahi, ghabrahat wala pachaas nahi, seedha ikyawan. Mujhe apni aankhon par yakeen nahi ho raha tha. Main baar baar us total ko jodh raha tha kahin teacher se counting mein galti toh nahi ho gai. Par galti nahi thi.
Mera sabse weak subject, jisme matha pakk jata tha aur hamesha fail hota tha, wo main sirf paas hi nahi, balki acche marks se paas kar gaya tha. Aur main ache se jaanta tha ki ye namumkin miracle kiski wajah se hua tha. Akash ki us lagatar aur sakht coaching ke bina yeh kisi qeemat par nahi ho sakta tha.
51 number ke us gore se circle ko dekh kar, saalon ke baad pehli baar mere andar ek saaf aur sacha confidence jaga tha. Ek nai himmat paida hui. Dil ke aakhiri kone se ek choti si aawaz aayi ki agar main isme is buri halat se uth kar paas ho sakta hoon, toh shayad main 12th ke boards bhi nikal lunga. Mera poora din us school mein ek alag hi, asmaan chhooti energy mein beeta.
Us din jab main apna wo paper lekar ghar pohocha, toh wahan ka mahaul kal tak ki thehri hui ghutan se bilkul opposite ho gaya.
Jaisi hi maine hall mein ghus kar ammi ke hath mein wo kagaz rakha, unhone paper dekha aur unki ro rahi palke phati ki phati reh gai. Wo chaunk kar pehle paper dekhti aur phir haireti se mujhe ghurne lagti. "Ikyawan...?" unki aawaz kaanp rahi thi, par is baar darr ki wajah se nahi.
Shor sun kar abbu kamre se bahar aaye. Unhone bhuwai sikudte hue aur shak ki nigah se chhin kar paper haath mein liya. Pata nahi un do second mein mere sir par kya beeti, dhadkan jaise gale mein aa gayi thi, par tabhi kuch aisa hua jiska mujhe dedh saal se zyada waqt se besabri se intezaar tha.
Dedh saal mein pehli dafa, abbu ne paper se nazar uthakar mere chehre ko dekha, ek lambi saans li, aur unke hotho par ek chhoti si sachi muskurahat aa gai. Pehli dafa meri aukaat sach mein badal gayi thi. Unhone koi lamba chouda taana nahi mara, koi shikayat nahi ki. Par unke us muskurate hue chehre ne pichle har aasu aur ghar ki us maayusi par jaise thande paani ka chheenta daal diya tha.
"Tu bata... yeh jaadu achanak hua kaise?" Ammi ne pyaar se mere maathe par haath rakhte hue chaunk kar poocha. "Achanak itna dimag kahan se chalne laga mere bete ka?"
Main pal bhar ruka. Mere dimaag mein Akash ki wo chidchidi aawaz aur library wali zehreeli beizzati chal rahi thi, aur apne andar panap rahi jealousy yaad aa gayi. Par phir bhi jhooth bola nahi gaya. "Raaz mera nahi hai, ammi," maine dhire se apni palke jhuka kar kaha. "Hamare section ka nahi... dusre section ke topper, Akash se padhta hoon lunch mein. Ussi ne paas karwaya hai."
Ammi ka chehra khushi aur shukar guzari se aur bhi khil utha. Unhone us 51 number wale paper ko halke se apni chhaati se lagaya aur phir bade pyaar se meri taraf dekha.
"Toh phir ek ehsaan faramosh insaan ki tarah mat ban," Ammi ne muskurate huye aur thode hukum wale andaz mein kaha. "Agar uski mehnat se mere bete ka itna bhala hua hai, toh humara bhi toh kuch farz banta hai bina oof kiye."
Main samajh nahi paya aur kashmakash mein unhe dekhta raha.
"Usko is Sunday dawat par ghar khaane par bula kar laa," Ammi ne zor dete hue aage kaha. "Us ladke ne ghar ke is mahaul mein wapas jaan daali hai, main use apne hathon se biryani banakar khilaungi. Zaroor bula kar lana apne is naye dost ko padhai ke zikr par."
Dost? Mera pet ekdam se aith gaya. Akash ko? Apne dabe hue nirdhan ghar mein? Us ladke ko jo library mein mujhe thode se waqt ke liye bhi theek se bardaasht nahi kar pata? Jiske attitude mein akad aur dosto ke beech main sirf ek wajood-heen keeda tha?
Lekin maine na chahate hue bhi dheere se haan mein sarr hila diya. Kyunki ammi ki aankhon ki us bholi khushi ko noch lene ki himmat mujhme abhi nahi thi. Par mere andar usi waqt ek naye, kaale darr ne jagah le li thi. Mujhe khauf hone laga ki jab woh uski 'perfect' zindagi wala Akash is chhote, toote huye makaan aur mere normal maahaul ko qareeb se dekhega, toh woh aage mujhe kitna aur zyada na-kabil aur gira hua judge karega.
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Chapter 4
Agle din school jaate huye mere kadam aam dino se thode bhaari the. Ammi ki khushi aur biryani ki dawat ka farmaan mere dimaag par kisi bojh ki tarah latak raha tha. Akash ko apne ghar bulana? Raaste bhar main yahi sochta raha ki main achanak us nakchade se aisi baat shuru kaise karunga.
Lunch break ki ghanti baji. Meri ummeed ke bilkul khilaaf, aaj meri desk par aane ki bajaye Akash thoda door khada apna half-open bag theek kar raha tha.
Maine ek lambi saans li, khud mein zordaar himmat jama ki, aur uske paas dhire dhire chala gaya. "Akash..."
Usne palat kar meri taraf dekha. Uske chehre par wahi hamesha wali akad aur rukhapan tha. "Kya hai? Note book wapas chahiye kya?"
"Nahi," maine thoda atakate hue kaha, apni nazrein farash par gadaye huye. "Ammi ne... ammi ne tumhein is Sunday ghar par dawat ke liye bulaya hai. Unhone kaha hai wo khaas biryani banayengi, tumhara shukriya ada karne ke liye."
Jab maine nazar utha kar uski oar dekhi, toh Akash mujhe upar se neeche tak badi nichi nigah se ghoor raha tha. Us lambi ghoor mein koi pyaar, haale-dili ya dosti nahi thi, balki ajeeb si ghin aur ek chhipi hui hansi thi. Jaise is dawat ke nyoote se bada joke aur koi usne suna hi na ho.
"Sunday ko?" usne ek ajeeb sa muh banate hue aur dhire se apna bag uthate hue kaha. "Sunday ko toh yaar mera club match hai doosre zone ke doston ke saath. Main theek khane ke waqt nahi aa paunga."
Usne mere kisi jawab ya reaction ka intezaar bhi nahi kiya aur mujhse nazrein churakar aage badh gaya. Usne jo bahana banaya tha wo kitna jhootha tha, yeh hum dono bina bole bhi bakhubi samajh rahe the. Par main bhi uske peeche nahi bhaga. Maine uspar thoda sa bhi dabav nahi daala, na hi use zidd karke manane ki koshish ki.
Sachayi toh ye thi ki deep down main khud ek thandi rahat mehsoos kar raha tha ki usne mana kar diya. Uski ghutne wali ghamandi maujudgi mere toote aur chhote se ghar mein waise bhi zehar hi gholti.
Us din chhutti hone se theek pehle, jab main apni history ki book back bag mein lapet raha tha, tabhi class ke darwaze par phir wahi peon aya.
"Idris Syed, principal office mein chalo jaldi."
Mera dil ek minute ke liye tez dhak dhak karne laga, par ek ajeeb baat thi—is baar mujhe kaanpane wala darr nahi laga. Pichli baar us haule darwaze ne mujhe meri nakam aukaat dikhayi thi, toh is baar ab kya hone wala tha?
Main office mein ghusa toh headmaster sir kursi par pichhe tik kar thehre huye baithe the. Unke saamne wahi marks report wali file khuli hui thi. Jaisi hi unhone aahat se mujhe dekha, unke chehre par ek aisi saaf smile aayi jo maine apne pure school life mein shayad pehli baar kisi ki aankhon mein dekhi ho.
"Aao Idris, aao, andar baitho," unhone haath se ishaara karte hue aur chashma utaarte hue bulaya. "Tumhara mid-term test ka wo maths paper dekha maine."
Main kursi ke ekdum kinare par simat kar baith gaya. "Jee, sir."
"Fifty-one out of eighty. Aur woh bhi pichli baar ke dus-barah marks se uthkar. Yeh choti baat nahi hai," unhone khushi aur sabaashi bhari nigah se dekhte hue tute lehje mein kaha. "Maine tab class teacher se bhi kaafi baatein ki thi, unhe lagta tha tum sirf piche wali seat par saal ginte ho. Par yeh ikyawan prove karta hai ki agar tum apna dimag theek shanti se lagao, toh failure tumhara aakhri theka nahi hai."
Unhone apni jeb se ek kalam nikali, use dono haathon ki ungliyon mein ghumate hue aage kaha, "Akash ke saath milkar padhne ka plan asar kar gaya. Main jaanta hoon woh ladka thoda tez hai aur impatient hai sikhaate waqt, shayad thoda rude bhi ho, lekin tumne give up nahi kiya is sabke beech, yeh tumhari badi baat hai. Keep it up, beta."
Beta. Us ek naram lafz aur us thehri hui shabashi ne mere murda se andar ek ajeeb sa taaza current dauda diya tha. Aaj ek wo bhari, thandi ghutan bhari subah kafi halki ho gai thi. Akash ki woh ghin bhari ghoor aur ammi ke naraz hone ke akele darr ke baad ek aisi tasalli bhari tareef mili thi jisne mujhe cheekh kar bataya ki, haan, meri zindagi bhi waqayi badal sakti hai.
Headmaster sir thoda aage jhuke, aur report file ko band karte hue bole, "Lekin ab mujhe lagta hai tum apna rasta khud bana sakte ho. Tumhein ab padhai mein Akash ki zarurat nahi hai. Uski madad ab band karte hain. Thik hai?"
"Jee, sir," maine rahat bhari saans lete hue kaha. Mere kandhon se jaise ek bojh sa utar gaya tha.
Wapas jab main apni class mein aaya toh mera confidence bahut achha tha. Meri chaal mein ab pehle wali dari hui maayusi nahi thi. Mera sarr aaj farash ki taraf nahi jhuka tha. Ek azadi ka aehsaas tha.
Par iske theek ek-do ghante baad, last period jaisi hi shuru hone wala tha, corridor me ek jana-pehchana saaya aakar class ke darwaze par ruka.
Maine palat kar dekha. Wahan Akash maatha sikudte hue khada tha. Usne meri taraf thodi ajeeb nigaah se dekh kar bahar aane ka ishaara kiya.
Main apni jagah se utha aur bahar gaya. Ab jab main uske muhtaaj nahi tha, toh mere mooh par nervousness nahi thi. Mujhe hairaani thi ki kal jo khud mujhe ignore kar gaya tha, aur subah invitation thukra diya tha, woh ab wapas kyun aaya hai.
"Suno," Akash ne idhar-udhar dekhte hue, thodi hichkichati hui aawaz mein kaha, "Wo... biryani wali jo baat tum keh rahe the na subah. Main free ho gaya hoon Sunday ko. Mera jo zone ka match tha, woh kisi aapas ke chakkar mein delay ho gaya hai. Toh haan, main aa jaunga tumhare ghar."
Main thoda chaunk gaya. Wo ready tha. Par is se pehle ki main 'haan' ya 'na' thik se soch paata, Akash ne jaldi se ek baat aur add kar di.
"Par ek baat hai. Main wahan akele nahi aa raha. Mera ek khaas dost bhi us dawat par mere saath aayega. Uske bina padhai ki us dawat ka koi point banta nahi hai na. Uska aana pakka hai na?"
Ek dost ke saath? Meri dhadkan ek pal ke liye ruki. Mujhe library aur us ground ki yaad aane lagi thi jahan dosto ke beech Akash kisi par bhi aur kitna zabaan gandi karke havi ho jata tha. Do log milkar kya is Sunday mera mere abbu ke aage mazaak udayenge?
Lekin ammi ki woh dawat wali khush aakhein dimaag mein ghoomne lagi. "Haan, theek hai. Main ghar par ammi ko bata dunga," maine baat kaatne ki himmat na juta pa kar sirf haan kar di.
Agle din school jaate huye mere kadam aam dino se thode bhaari the. Ammi ki khushi aur biryani ki dawat ka farmaan mere dimaag par kisi bojh ki tarah latak raha tha. Akash ko apne ghar bulana? Raaste bhar main yahi sochta raha ki main achanak us nakchade se aisi baat shuru kaise karunga.
Lunch break ki ghanti baji. Meri ummeed ke bilkul khilaaf, aaj meri desk par aane ki bajaye Akash thoda door khada apna half-open bag theek kar raha tha.
Maine ek lambi saans li, khud mein zordaar himmat jama ki, aur uske paas dhire dhire chala gaya. "Akash..."
Usne palat kar meri taraf dekha. Uske chehre par wahi hamesha wali akad aur rukhapan tha. "Kya hai? Note book wapas chahiye kya?"
"Nahi," maine thoda atakate hue kaha, apni nazrein farash par gadaye huye. "Ammi ne... ammi ne tumhein is Sunday ghar par dawat ke liye bulaya hai. Unhone kaha hai wo khaas biryani banayengi, tumhara shukriya ada karne ke liye."
Jab maine nazar utha kar uski oar dekhi, toh Akash mujhe upar se neeche tak badi nichi nigah se ghoor raha tha. Us lambi ghoor mein koi pyaar, haale-dili ya dosti nahi thi, balki ajeeb si ghin aur ek chhipi hui hansi thi. Jaise is dawat ke nyoote se bada joke aur koi usne suna hi na ho.
"Sunday ko?" usne ek ajeeb sa muh banate hue aur dhire se apna bag uthate hue kaha. "Sunday ko toh yaar mera club match hai doosre zone ke doston ke saath. Main theek khane ke waqt nahi aa paunga."
Usne mere kisi jawab ya reaction ka intezaar bhi nahi kiya aur mujhse nazrein churakar aage badh gaya. Usne jo bahana banaya tha wo kitna jhootha tha, yeh hum dono bina bole bhi bakhubi samajh rahe the. Par main bhi uske peeche nahi bhaga. Maine uspar thoda sa bhi dabav nahi daala, na hi use zidd karke manane ki koshish ki.
Sachayi toh ye thi ki deep down main khud ek thandi rahat mehsoos kar raha tha ki usne mana kar diya. Uski ghutne wali ghamandi maujudgi mere toote aur chhote se ghar mein waise bhi zehar hi gholti.
Us din chhutti hone se theek pehle, jab main apni history ki book back bag mein lapet raha tha, tabhi class ke darwaze par phir wahi peon aya.
"Idris Syed, principal office mein chalo jaldi."
Mera dil ek minute ke liye tez dhak dhak karne laga, par ek ajeeb baat thi—is baar mujhe kaanpane wala darr nahi laga. Pichli baar us haule darwaze ne mujhe meri nakam aukaat dikhayi thi, toh is baar ab kya hone wala tha?
Main office mein ghusa toh headmaster sir kursi par pichhe tik kar thehre huye baithe the. Unke saamne wahi marks report wali file khuli hui thi. Jaisi hi unhone aahat se mujhe dekha, unke chehre par ek aisi saaf smile aayi jo maine apne pure school life mein shayad pehli baar kisi ki aankhon mein dekhi ho.
"Aao Idris, aao, andar baitho," unhone haath se ishaara karte hue aur chashma utaarte hue bulaya. "Tumhara mid-term test ka wo maths paper dekha maine."
Main kursi ke ekdum kinare par simat kar baith gaya. "Jee, sir."
"Fifty-one out of eighty. Aur woh bhi pichli baar ke dus-barah marks se uthkar. Yeh choti baat nahi hai," unhone khushi aur sabaashi bhari nigah se dekhte hue tute lehje mein kaha. "Maine tab class teacher se bhi kaafi baatein ki thi, unhe lagta tha tum sirf piche wali seat par saal ginte ho. Par yeh ikyawan prove karta hai ki agar tum apna dimag theek shanti se lagao, toh failure tumhara aakhri theka nahi hai."
Unhone apni jeb se ek kalam nikali, use dono haathon ki ungliyon mein ghumate hue aage kaha, "Akash ke saath milkar padhne ka plan asar kar gaya. Main jaanta hoon woh ladka thoda tez hai aur impatient hai sikhaate waqt, shayad thoda rude bhi ho, lekin tumne give up nahi kiya is sabke beech, yeh tumhari badi baat hai. Keep it up, beta."
Beta. Us ek naram lafz aur us thehri hui shabashi ne mere murda se andar ek ajeeb sa taaza current dauda diya tha. Aaj ek wo bhari, thandi ghutan bhari subah kafi halki ho gai thi. Akash ki woh ghin bhari ghoor aur ammi ke naraz hone ke akele darr ke baad ek aisi tasalli bhari tareef mili thi jisne mujhe cheekh kar bataya ki, haan, meri zindagi bhi waqayi badal sakti hai.
Headmaster sir thoda aage jhuke, aur report file ko band karte hue bole, "Lekin ab mujhe lagta hai tum apna rasta khud bana sakte ho. Tumhein ab padhai mein Akash ki zarurat nahi hai. Uski madad ab band karte hain. Thik hai?"
"Jee, sir," maine rahat bhari saans lete hue kaha. Mere kandhon se jaise ek bojh sa utar gaya tha.
Wapas jab main apni class mein aaya toh mera confidence bahut achha tha. Meri chaal mein ab pehle wali dari hui maayusi nahi thi. Mera sarr aaj farash ki taraf nahi jhuka tha. Ek azadi ka aehsaas tha.
Par iske theek ek-do ghante baad, last period jaisi hi shuru hone wala tha, corridor me ek jana-pehchana saaya aakar class ke darwaze par ruka.
Maine palat kar dekha. Wahan Akash maatha sikudte hue khada tha. Usne meri taraf thodi ajeeb nigaah se dekh kar bahar aane ka ishaara kiya.
Main apni jagah se utha aur bahar gaya. Ab jab main uske muhtaaj nahi tha, toh mere mooh par nervousness nahi thi. Mujhe hairaani thi ki kal jo khud mujhe ignore kar gaya tha, aur subah invitation thukra diya tha, woh ab wapas kyun aaya hai.
"Suno," Akash ne idhar-udhar dekhte hue, thodi hichkichati hui aawaz mein kaha, "Wo... biryani wali jo baat tum keh rahe the na subah. Main free ho gaya hoon Sunday ko. Mera jo zone ka match tha, woh kisi aapas ke chakkar mein delay ho gaya hai. Toh haan, main aa jaunga tumhare ghar."
Main thoda chaunk gaya. Wo ready tha. Par is se pehle ki main 'haan' ya 'na' thik se soch paata, Akash ne jaldi se ek baat aur add kar di.
"Par ek baat hai. Main wahan akele nahi aa raha. Mera ek khaas dost bhi us dawat par mere saath aayega. Uske bina padhai ki us dawat ka koi point banta nahi hai na. Uska aana pakka hai na?"
Ek dost ke saath? Meri dhadkan ek pal ke liye ruki. Mujhe library aur us ground ki yaad aane lagi thi jahan dosto ke beech Akash kisi par bhi aur kitna zabaan gandi karke havi ho jata tha. Do log milkar kya is Sunday mera mere abbu ke aage mazaak udayenge?
Lekin ammi ki woh dawat wali khush aakhein dimaag mein ghoomne lagi. "Haan, theek hai. Main ghar par ammi ko bata dunga," maine baat kaatne ki himmat na juta pa kar sirf haan kar di.
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