Monday, November 14, 2011

MURTIGHOR (Bengoli)

“Ke ke okhaane!....... shono…… shono ……shuncho! Mone hochche paasher murti ghore kao aache. Aawaj paaachi……… ek baar giye dhekhbe?” Raatul babu ghoom tike uthe nijer ginni dige kichukhon takiye tar por bolen “ akhon ke hobe ? tomaar kaan baajje, ato raate ke hobe oi ghore. Karigor rao chole gache.” “ na amar bapaar ta thik khataachena, kono chor hole…… chaar din por Durgo Pujo, murti choori korte aasheni toh?....... Ae! Jao na ek baar….? Raatul babu birokto hoye uthe murti gharer dige jaan. Raatul babu nijer poribaar ke niye protek bochor nijer desh chede murti banaor jonne ek mash Banaras kimba Dilli chole jaan. “O Komola r maa............ ekhane khoon …..khoon hoyeche ….”

Dui din Aage….

“Baap re baap aeto din hindi te khotha bole bole aager duto golpo te jabada beke gache, ne raakh baksho gulo ei seat tar niche” Debdyuti Aabir ke seat number gulo dhekhiye bolo. “kudi, ekush aar baaish….. ae kolkatta baire beriye onno jagaye Durgo Pujo din gulo katano idea ta boss jobordost! Ki bolo bou thaan?” Aabir mukhe ekta paan guje jaalna dhaare giye boshe bolo. “ Kaashi te giye ki aabar pujo dhekhbo….janina tomader ki bhimroti dhore bhai , besh toh pujor kota din Kolkattaye katataam…..” “ tumi jaano Kaashi is like second home to Bengolis. Ektu baire ghure dhekhbena tahole ki kore cholbe bolo. Notun abhigota hobe je.” Debdyuti nijer duto paa bouer kole aar matha ta hand bage rekhe chok ta bondo kore bolo. Thokhoni arek jon train e compartment e eshe boshlen “ ae opor e birth ta amaar” bole she nijer baksho taake opor e birth e chure phelen, “ nomoshkaar amaar naam Kishore Rafi.” “Kishore Rafi eta kamon holo?, aapni ki Kishore Kumarer aar Mohd Rafi r dujoner hi fan?” Aabir jigesh korlo “ actually aamar baba hochen Muslim r maa hochen Hindu puro communal. Baba kishore kumar er fan aar maa Mohd Rafi. Eta aabar anti communal. Ae dujoner communal riot er upolokhe aami jonmo nilam with the name Kishore Rafi… ki bhujlen……. Kintu hain aamio kono kono shomay gola saaf rakhar jono gaan gaayi” “dujoner hi?” Debdyuti r bou jigesh korlo. “ isshorer doya gola pechi aami Kishore da kintu gaan aami gaayi Mohd Rafi. Kishore Kumarer gaan aami gaaite paarina. Onaar gaan gulo ektu onno typer!. Khub khothin. Tai Mohd Rafi gaan gayi….” thokhoni opore birth tike onaar bag onnar hi ghaare eshe porlo… “ore shuuuuuor, ghaar ta bhodhye bhenghe gailo” “ ektu shamle bolben . ae je Mohd Rafi ke aapni down korlen tai up tike oi baksho ta poreche aapanar ghaare…..” Debdyuti heshe bolo…. Er modai train chola shuru hoye.

“Cha gorom cha……. saahab aapnara kao cha khaaben” ekta chawala chaa r gelash niye eshe daralo “ naah cha chaina” Aabir ishaara kore mana kore dilo “ ae traine chaa khawa dangerous” “ keno” “Debdyuti r bou jigesh korlo “ tumi khobhorer kaagoj poroni….. kichu din aage erom chaa wala ek poribaar ke train e chaa bikri kore, oi chaa khe poribaar ta finish…… tarpor oi cha waala shob jinish niye paaliye jaaye” “kintu ki kore” “ are oi cha wala jhokhon pore dhora pore toh oke jigesh kora hoye, toh oi cha wala bole je tiktiki ke tawae fry kore powder banaye tar por cha wala nijeder kede aangul mane chotho aanguler noke beesh taake raakhe aar jhokhn chaa train er jaatri ke daye oi angul ta halka kore dubiye daye!” “ Aabir tui aar tor golpo ” “Are! Deb seriously aami she din kaagoje porlam”

“ na na aami kono khotha shunbona, ticket notun kore kaatun ba porer station e nebe jaan” “ acha mushkil toh moshai aami bolchi aamar ekta jaroori kaaj pore gache Banaras e tai jete hoche erom bhabhe, aapnake dusho taaka to dichchi, Joybrato moton thodai je Jaisalmer tike aashar shomay TT ke ponchaash taka offer korechi….” “ Joybrato ta ke? TT jigesh korlen” DON DON DON “ o ki Don?” thokhoni onno lok ta maa kaali r moton jeeb ber kore bolo “ naah Don hote jaabe keno, Don shobdo ta to oi radio tike aschilo. Aamitabh Bachchan er notun boi asche ki na” “ jai hok puro taaka din nahole porer statione nebe jaan” onno lok ta ticketer puro bhara ta diye paasher ekta seat e boshe jaaye. “ Debdyuti ke hoche?, ticket dhakhan please” kichu khon por jar TT r shaate khotha hochilo ticket niye….. she Debdyuti r paashe giye boshe aar bole “

aapni ki oi goenda je Cotheatre kore rohosha tar shomadhaan korechilen? “ hain ….keno bolun toh? “ nomoshkaar aamar naam Chittaranjan Choudhury aami Ranjana je paaraye thaake oi paaraye thaki, maane Anjan Dutta paara, district bhehala. Okhane arek jon nijer poribaar ke niye thake ,,,,naam holo Raatul Rai. Tar mey Komola ke aami bhalobhashi. Raatul babu o murtikaar, aamiyo murtikaar tai Raatul babu chaanna je tahaar mey biye howar por abaar shai murtikaarer baari jaak. Aapni bhujtei parchen murtikaar er toh beshi aaye nai, ja hoye oi Durgo Pujo shomaye ……..tai. Aamar ekta chotho anurodh jodi rakhte paaren aami khub kritogo hoye thakhbo apnaar kaache. Aashole Raatul babu amaaye dhumki diyeche, ora jodi praane amaye mere phaile. Aapni ektu dhekben.” “ kintu aapni police ke bolen ni keno?” “ police er opopr aamar khub ekta aastha nayi, tai….” “tahole aapni akhon khothaye jaachen?” “ aami Kaashi jaachi kichu murti r kaaj aache bole,”

Train porer din shokaale banaras pahaunchaye.“ ae Aabir oth, Maloti otho Banaras ashe gache.” Banaras station e nebe teen jon Debdyutir mamaar badi Rath Yatra namok jagaye dige rauna daye. “aaye aaye bhetore aaye, kamon achish” “ bhalo mamaa tumi kamon aacho? maami koi” “ bus cholche bhai maami ektu pujo ghore, aie ke aachish Deb e jinish potro gulo oprer ghore niye jaa. Tora haath mukh dhuyene.”

Tar porer din

Dhuphor dige jhokn shobai khabar khete boshe thokn baarir ek chaakor dorate dorarate eshe bole “ babu oi Godaulia paraaye oi zomindaar baari te khoon hoyeche. Aami bajaar kore aaschilam toh daroga shaheb bolen je baari aaste paren tini.”“ ki kore holo kichu bhujte parli” Debdyuti r mamaa jigesh korlo “na babu” shai din bikele daroga shaheb eder baari elen. “Mr Mukherjee aachen” daroga babu baari te dhukhe haak parlen “ aare aashun inspector Mishra kamon aachen, aajke edike?” Debdyuti r mama haashi mukhe aar haath jod kore nijer ghor tike beriye barandaye eshe bolen. “ Are Mr Mukherjee babu oi apnaar bhagne Mr Debdyuti saate kichu kotha bolte eschi. Aapni bolen oi kichu goinda hochen Kalkattaye…..aapni kaal bolen Kalkatta tike aasbe ekahn pujo dhekhne tai chinta korlam ek baar mile aasi” “ Deb niche aaye ek baar” Deb aar Aabir dujone niche aashe. “ namaskaar aami inspector Misra ekhan khar police incharge , ektu aaapnar help dorkar chilo jodi korben toh I will be greatfull! Kya bolen……. korben?” “bolun” Debdyuti, Aabir aar inspector teen jonai barandaye teente chair e boshlen….

“Ghodhulia paraaye ek zamindaar baari te murder hoyecche. Actually proteik saal oi baari te Durga Puja hoye. Toh ek mahine pehle se okhane apanader Kalkatta tike murtikaar ra aase r okhane stay kore murti banaye. Toh ebar ro murtikaar ra eschilo. Aaj sokale kareeb teen baje paashe ghor tike murtikaar ra kichu awaaz sunte paaye jai ghore maa durga murti thaake. Toh je main murtikaar bhaag ke dhekte jaye to okhan giye dheke je murder hoye aache ekti loker.” “ tar por ki hoye?” “naturally ora sobai ke daaken aar baarir baaki lokera thanaye khobor daye, aamra jiges korlam kintu kao kisu janena bole muh bandokore thaklo…..” Debdyuti dyaale ekta tiktikki r dige dhekhe haashe aar bole“ bhebhechilam Kaashi te eshe tiktikir laij ta gojaate hobena….kintu naah sheta aar holona, chalo jaa…… Vishonather ichhe”

Bikel chotha, ghaat tike Gongaar aaroti howaar awaaj pawajachilo, Debdyuti nijer ghobir chintaye thakhar shotto awaj kane porar matro nijer du haath nijer mathaye thaikaye…kichu khon por policer jeep Godaulia paraye dhukhe jomidarer baarir shamne giye daaraye. “nomoshkaar saheb aashun apnaara,” baarir ek chaakor Debdyuti, Aabir aar inspector Mishra ke barir bhetore niye jaaye. “ cholun Debdyuti moshaye aapnader oi murti gharer niye jaayi jhahan khoon hoyechilo” oi ghore pahaunche arek chakor eshe bolo “ saahab maaf korben aami ekta mobaati niye aashi, load shedding hoyeche” kichukhn por chakor mombatti jaliye niye eshe murti ghorer dhoke, thokhoni Aabir bole “ baap re baap! kom aalo te maa Durga r bhahon shingho monehoche akhoni tede aashbe……….ki kaaj murti te baah!. “ ae jagaye khoon hoyeche, ae deewarer dige dhekhoon” thokoni light eshe jaaye aar shaamne ekta lohar Dabaa r board (chess board) dyaale tangaano shobai dhekthe paare. “ ae ato boro dabaa khelar board dyaale……keno?” Debdyuti jigesh korlo. Thokhoni jomidaar babu murtighore dhukhlen “ nomoshkaar daaroga saheb” “ namaskaar, aalap koriye di ini hochen Debdyuti Majumdar aar uni hochen Aabir Mukherjee enaaraa ae khoone mamalaye aamar help korte eschen, aar inni hochen ae baarir maalik Mr Krishnendu Roychoudhury.” “ nomoshkaar Mr Roychoudhury……. aapni erom……. khuriye khuriye haatchen keno?” “ na oi ato bhore ghumer ghore uthe bathroom jawar shomaye hochot ke pore gachilam” “ aapni ae dyaale dabaar board ta bapaar e kichu bolte paaren?” Aabir jigesh korlo

“ aamake joto baar kao ae dyaal e dabaar bapare jigesh kore nije ke khub aami ghenna kori,……. acha shunoon…..jhokon amaar dadu zomidaar chilen Bangladesh Forithpur namok jagaye thokn onaar niche onek chasha ra kaaj korten. Khub ottochar korten tini shobaar opore. Jhokon chasha ba onno kao kaur(Tax) dite partona thokhn taake nijer baari the rekhe dabaa khelano shekaaten. Tarpor kono ek din thik kore shai chasha r shaate dabaa kheleten. Jodi shai chasha dabaar baaji jeete galo tahole to thik nahole dabaar guti gulo shesh chaale jai jai ghore thakhto shai bhabhe oi dyaale le lohaar dabaar board e lohar guti gulo ke shajano hoto. Guti r neeche chumbok lagano. Tar por duto shastobaan lok thik korar chilo dadur, tara oi dabaa e here jawa chasha r dui khandhe duto dori bhandto jeta ki ghorer chaat maane ceiling tike lotkano thakhto. Tarpor chasha ke jhoolar moton jholano hoto aar oi bhaabhe chasha dyaale dabaa r lohar guti opor giye porto aar kono ek lohar guti shorir mode dhuke jeto jaarphole oi chashaar mrityu hoye jeto…….” “ toh eta ekhane elo ki kore” Debdyuti jigesh korlo “Akhon oi zomidaariyon nai, aar shai power oi nai toh jhokhn amaar baba Bangladesh tike ekhan ne Banaras aashen thokhn kichu jinish shaukeen matro okhan tike niye ashen. Tar modde ae Lohar dabaar board aar tar gutiyo thaake. Aami otake ae ghore ene ae dyaale tangiye di”

“baaki bapar ta ebaar aami boli” inspector bolo “ toh aaj sokale teente samaye jhokon Raatul babu dheklen thokon laash peeth opor kore porechilo ae theek chess board er niche aar peethe ekta injuryio chilo jetar tike rokto berochilo” “ hmmm!!! inspector babu aapni ae baarir char dige lok boshiyedin aar dhekhben je kao barir baiyre na berote paare. Dabaa r shai lohar guti tao nai dyaale, khub shombhoto je khoon koreche she ota lukiye rekheche” “ hain ota bhodhaye dabar montri wala guti ta. Dhekhun oi duto gutir mode oi ekta nai” Inspectar bolen “aacha shokale khoon howar por tike kao baire jayeni toh?” Debdyuti oi baarir chakor ke jigesh korlo “ na saheb kao jayeni akhono.” “ thik aache kaal ek baar shobai ke aamar shamne prostut hote bolbe kichu proshno korar aache?”

PORER DIN….

Debdyuti aar Aabir dujonai shokale laash dhekhaar jonno morge jaaye… “ aashun Mr Majumdar ektu garbar hoyeche?” “ “ki” “ actually khoon ta doctor bolche bis khe hoyeche.. poison…. Lohar kichu dhukhe che toh lekin ato ta shorirer andar jaayeni ki karoor death hoye jaabe” “hmmm ebaar paichiye galo bapaar ta.. khoon bhish diye hoyeche tarpor oi Dabaar goti dhokhano hoyeche shorir e?, very fishy…..” laash dhekhe Debdyuti chomke jaaye "are ae lokta ke toh aami chintamm, maane dui din aage er shaate train e dhekha…….er naam Chittaranjan Choudhury” “ki bolchen” “ haan o amaaye etao bolechilo je o oi Raatul babu murtikaarer mey ke bhalobhashe kintu Raatul babu raaji hon ni aar mere phailar dhumkiyon diyechilen. Aamake bolechilo je or kichu hole aami jano chaan bin kori.” Debdyuti aar Aabir laash dhekhe abaar Ghodhulia paraaye oi zomidaarer baari jaaye

“Raatul babu aapni Chittaranjan Choudhury ke chinten? Dhekhun kichu lokaben naa?” “ hain maane oi Bhehalay amaara ek hi padaye thaaki.” “ o apanaar mey ke bhalobhashto aar aapni oder biye kora niye raaji chilen naa. Aapni aabaar oke praane maarben bole dhumki diyechilen? Sheta ki theek?” “ bishash korun orom kichu na, aami ek murtikaar, aami ae shob jhamelay porina babu , maa kaalir dibi khe bolchi oke aami kono dhumki dini.” “ toh o ekhane elo ki kore? Aapni nijer mey aar chele ke dakun?” “ Komola Chittaranjan Choudhury naam ta shune kichu mone porche tomar?” Komola matha niche kore daariye thake “ Komola bolo? tomra ek dujon ke bhalobhashte aar tomar baba eke dhumki diyechilo?” “ naa aami oke bhalobhastam na…… aar aamar baba oke kono dhumki dayeni?” “le halua ekhon toh eh bolche Chittaranjan Choudhury ke bhalo bhashtona ki nishtuur mey” Aabir bole uthlo” thokoni Debdyuti Aaabir dige chok raangiye chup korte bolo choke r ishaaraye. “ aar Ajoy babu aapnaar kichu bolaar ache aapni chinten jaar kaaal khoon hoyeche?” “ hain maane aamra ek hi paraye toh tai kono kono shomaye dhekha hoto kintu or Komolaar shaate kono kichu chilona” “ tahole Mr Chittaranjan Choudhury kaal raate ekhane ooshurer shhate daaba khelte ae ghore eschilo? Aapnara kao shoti khotha ta bolchen na keno?.........besh... aamio chaarne wala lok na. Inspector Mishra baaki ghorer lok der deke phathan” duto chaakor aar ekta manager aar ekta ranakorar lok shaamne eshe daraaye.

“ tumi khothaye chile jhokhn khoon hoyechilo?” “ saheb aamar ektu nesha korar obesh aache tai ektu moddo paan kore raate shue porechilam kono hudhish chilona aamar” Debdyuti Manager er khaache jaye“ are! tomake dhekhechi khothao mone hoche?” “ haain sir aami apnaar shaate Kolkatta tike Banaras aashar shomaye dhekha korechilam. Aami Kishore Rafi, ekhane aami kaaj kori aar jai lolktar khoon hoyeche oke toh aamio apnaar shaate train e dhekhechilam. Er beshi aami kichu janina sir” “ babu aamar naam Anna Hajra aami goto ek bochor dhore ekhane kaaj kori aar oi rate aami nijer ghore shue chilam awaaj pe aamio chuthe aashi ae murtighore, aar eshe dhekhi laash…er beshi kichu janina” “ Naam ki tomaar” “Nimaai aar ekhane aami shobaar jonno ranna kori, aami rannaghorer kaaj shesh kore ghumiye porechilam, shokaale jaante pari je khoon hoyeche saahab” “ hmmmm thik aache daroga saheb eder shobar opor nojor rakhun kao jeno berote naa pare ae baarir tike, aami opore giye jomidaar babu r shaate ektu khotha bole aashi “ nomoshkaar , aasha kori aapnake ektu birokto korle aapni mind korben na?” “ aare na Mr Mojumdar aapni bolun” “ she din aapni khothaye chilen raat teenter shomaye?” “ aami abaar khothaye hobo?.... nijer ghore ghumachilam. Aar tarpor oi bhor bhaila jhokhn bathroomer dige jaayi toh ghumer ghore hochot ke pore jaayi shayi khotha toh aapnake bolaichi aage, tarpor niche tike awaaj paayi je khoon hoyeche karoor.” “ aapniyo ae lok ta ke chinten naa?” “ naah” “ thik aache kintu aapni janen bhodhaye je jhothokhon ae case solve hochena apnaar baari tike berono nished” Debdyuti aar Aabir pheroth nijer mamar baari chole jaaye

“ bhujechish Aabir onek gulo khothaye khothka laagje” “ ki” “ EK: Chittaranjan Choudhury ke chene Raatul babu r taar poribaar kintu beshi kichu bolona. DUI: Komola r mukhe kono dhukho baa chokhe jol nayi, hishaab moton or premik maara gache” “ kintu o toh deny korlo Deb” “ hmmmmm! Shetai ba kano korlo, o ki bhoye pe gailo aar jodi hain keno? TEEN: oi dabaar guti ta khothaye. CHAAR : beesh diye keno marlo aar jodi marlo tar por oi dabaar guti dhuklo ki kore." Tar ek din por Chittaranjan Choudhury laash ke jaaliye dewa hoye, beshi din laash ke rakha jachilona morge. Deb aar Aabir ghaate boshe chaa kaachilo. “ aaj ke shoshthi Deb” “ “hmm!” “ tui ki chinta korchish?” “: philaal kichuna khaali oi ghaate oi lokta ke dhekhchish je pujo archa korche” “ hain Kaashi te ele erom ghaate boshe ae shob pujo archa kora dhekte dhekte din ta je khothaye beriye jaaye bojha hi jayena. Simply ashadharon, ki bolish!?” Debdyuti Aabir ke dhekhe bolo “ tumi boss nijer oporer floor ta dhekhechi akdom bondo kore rekhecho, ektu thik kore dhekh,……ota Ajoy kono pujaarir shaate boshe pujo korche” “ are! Haain sheta toh thik kintu keno?” “ shetai toh aamio chinta korchi, daara ekbaar pujo hoye jete de tarpor pondit ke giye jigesh korbo”

“ namaskaar aap yeh bata sakte hain ki abhi abhi jo sajjan sahab aapke saath puja kar rahe the woh kiska puja karwa rahe the.?” Pondit moshai ektu chinta kore tar por bolen “ uska naam Ajoy choudhury hai woh apne bade bhai ka pind daan kar rahe the.” “khaaise re….unke bade bhai ka kya naam hai mera matlab tha…?” “ Chittaranjan Choudhury” “ hmmmm!! Ajoy aar Chittaranjan dui bhai….. Ajoy Rai na... Choudhury ya Raatul Choudhury hoche Rai podobi ta na............. taar mane ki?, shetai jodi hoye toh o nijer bon ke bhalobhashbe?.....naah onko ta toh thik bhoschena” “full confusion sir” Aabir mathaye haath diye bolo “ ek ek cup chaa na khele thik hobena mone hoche”

Maha Shoptomi:

“ Boudi Deb khothaye? ghore toh nayi” “ arre oh shokaal shokal thanaye gache phone eschilo, tomakao okhane jete boleche” “ acha tahole chaa ta…………… chalo okahne e khe nebo aami tahole aashi” Aabir thanaye pahaunche dhekhlo Deb inspector Mishra shaate boshe aache, table e ekta kurta aar ekta kagoj. “ eglo aabaar ki?” Aabir jigesh korlo “ ae kagoz ta kono shaikraa r (Jweller) bill. 2/20 Ganesh mohlaa. Eta ae kurtaar pocket tike pawa jaye. Ae kurta ta Chittaranjan porechilo” “ taar maane o shaikraa ke kichu toiri korte diyechilo bodhaye Komolaar jonno…….. ki jaani” “hmmm! Shetai investigate korte hobe” “ arekta khotha Mr Deb bolte bhulegachilam……… oi barir je manager Mr Kishore Rafi dese jete chaye bole maayer sorir kharap. Ekta letter o dhekhiyeche ae dhekhun” “ hmmm! Thik aache jete din kintu duto police civil dresse or jano pechono shob shomaye thake,....... cholun aamra ae jweller r kaache jaayi ekbaar”

“nomoshkar inspector saahab bataiye kya sewa kar sakta hun main aapki?” “ yeh bill aaapke dukaan ka hai?” Debdyuti bill ta dhekhiye jigesh kore “ haan ji hamaare dukaan ka hai “ yeh Bela Banerjee ke naam se hai” “ Bela Banerjee?... kaun hai yeh?” shekra r lok ta ektu chinta kore tarpor bole “ par yeh humare dukaan ke asulo ke khilaaf hai kaise …..?” “ dhekhiye ek khoon ke silsile se yeh tehkikaat kar rahein hai isliye khuch chupaaiye mat “ acha acha…….. yeh darsal Bela Banerjee Krishnendu Roychoudhury ki bahaut kareebi dost hai, unhi ke liye hai” “kya banae ke liye diya hai?” “sone ki kaan ki baali. Kal shaam ko Bela ji ke ghar pahaunchana hai” “ thik hai aap mujhe unka pata dejiye, acha ek aur baat yeh kurta kal kya Krishnendu ji pehne ke aaye the?” Debdyuti inspector e haathe kurta taa ke Shaikara lok ta ke dhekhiye jigesh korlo “ ji haan yehi kurta pehnke aaye the” “ inspector sahaab dhekhchen toh case khothaye jaache. Kurta hochche Krishnendu Roychoudhury aar pore chilo Chittaranjan Choudhury kya baat” teen jon Gonesh mohalla tike beriye Bela Banerjee baari jaaye “ aapnara ke, inspector babu aapni?” “ghabrabena amaader bhetore ashte din, Krishnendu Roychoudhury ke chenen aapni?” “ hain ……chi…ni …keno ki hoyeche?” “ khoon hoyeche” “ ki? bolchen “ “relax onaar naah kintu onaar baarite,………. aapnaar tike kichu proshno korar chilo I hope you will co-operate?” “ hain………… jigesh korun?” “ prothom proshno ta khub hi shabhabhik…… ke hoye aapnaar Krishnendu?” “ aami onaar……maane……” “ bhondhu?” “ hain…” “toh shonaar duto kaaner baali apnaar jonnoi toh?” Debdyuti jigesh korlo, Bela chup chap matha niche kore naye “acha arekta proshno uni ki roj aashten ?” “ she protek raate aamar baari aashen tarpor aamaar gaan shonen, aamra tarpor ekshhate khawar khayi……. tarpor uni maaj ratae baari chole jaan” “ ae khawa khethe khethe maaj raat hoye jeto?” Aabir jigesh korlo, thokhoni Debdyuti Aabir ke ekta chimti kete chup korte bollo. “na maane….” “Na thik aache…apni khali bolun jedin last dhekhechilen uni ki ae kurta ta porechilen?” “ hain “ “thanku Bela Banerjee oshesh dhonnobaad!” “ bapaar ti ki bhujhlen Mr Deb. Ae Krishnendu babu khubh teda lok mone hoye?” “ Krishnendu teda ki jaanina kintu Bela nijer kopaale teep ta teda porechilo” “ baap re baap aapnaar observation power er toh pranshansa korte hobe” inspector Mishra heshe bolo “ aar jomidaari mejaaj inspector babu bhujechen…… jodi erom mohilader shaate dui ekta shomondho ta jodi Mr Roychoudhury r na hoto tahole onaake Jomidaar hishabe shondhyo kortam” tarpor teen jonayi hashte hashte jeep e uthe pore. “cholun aarek baar postmortem er report ta dhekha jaak, Chittaranjan er shorire ota ki typer bish chilo ek baar doctor ke dhekhiye jigesh korbo?” teen jon oi postmortem reporter jono thanaye pheroth jaaye.

Debdyuti Postmortem er report je baniyechilo tar kache giye bish tar bishoyer jigesh kore “Endosulfan……… Endosulfan pawa gache? “oh! My god” “Deb ki ota bhish?” “ haan bolte paarish, post mortem report e toh etai lekha, Dr. Bhashkor toh etai bolo eta ek rokom pesticide jeta chasha r nije der kheth e spray kore to prevent the insecticides, kintu eta ato khothipuron je eta shorkar ban kore debe boleche. Kintu ki kore esche er shorir e?” eta bole Deb , Aabir aar inspector Mishra thanaye pheroth eshe jaaye. Teenjon chup chaap thanaye boshe thaake. Debdyuti inspector Mishraar table opore pora Kishore Rafi r inland chitthi ta othaye. Tarpor onek khon dhore otake pore aar tar por “ issssh! Ki boka aami” Debdyuti nijer mathaye haath diye bolo “ keno ki holo?” Aabir jigesh korlo” Ae dhekhun Mishra babu, inland letter ta Kolkattar tike ashaini. Dhekhun Kishore Rafi baari hoche Kolkaataye aar o bolo baarir tike chitthi esche kintu chitthi opore khaali Banaras e daak khana stamp aache Kolkataar daak khanar nai, shadharanto jhekhan tike chitthi aasche okhaaner stamp howa uchit aar jhekhane pahaunchache shekhan kaar stamp howa uchit.” “ oh! My god” “ taar maane chitthi ta jaali chitthi, ekhankar dhaak gahr tike hi chitthi ta phatiyeche kao” Debdyuti tarpor bhaabhte laage “ tahole…..aami ekta kolkaataye police ke phone kore dhekhi jodi Kishore Rafi ke jodi dhora jete paare emni teo duto lok or pechone shob shomay aache, o dhora pore jaabe”

Hotath Deb chairer tike uthe pore aar thanaye tike beriye jaaye “ inspector sahaab ek baar taratari Godaulia paraaye dige cholun. Inspector aaro kichu police ke niye Godaulia paraaye dige rauna dyaan. Okhane pahaunche “ Mr Mishra apnaara jomidaarer baari pahunchaan aam aschi aadha ghontaye. Aajke natoker last scene …..”

kichukhon por.....

Debdyuti Aabir er khandhey haath rekhe bolo “ Mr Aabir kamon laagje pujor dine kaaj korte? “ hotath ae proshno?” “ naah tui ae Durga Pujo r ghore daariye pujo dhekhchish tai jigesh korlam” “ haan aar ki korbo aaj maha shoptomi aar aamra case niye aachi… tai ae jomidaar baari the ae ghorta e pujo hoche tai maa Durgaa r protimaa dige dhekhchilam” “ toh ki dhekhli?” “ ki dhekhlam maane?” “ naa thokhn tike dhekhchi tui maa Durga dige che aaschish tai jigesh korlam?” “ ki aabaar bus emni.....acha Kishore Rafi kichu aar khobor peli Police dhoreche oke Kolkaataye” “ hhhm! bapaar ta aaro gol pakiyechilo but i know the truth now" "maane" " maane hoche Kishore Rafi barite paliye jayeni oh oi chitthi shoti bhebhe Kolkatta gachilo with good intensions you see, baari giye dhekhe shob thik, o ektu confuse hoye jaye...tarpor oh back to Banaras police ke phone kore jeta aamder okhan tike beriye aashar por hoye. Ammaye Mishra janaaye shetar bapare akhoni. o aabar pheroth aasche.... toh khooni toh naah!" " tahole ke?" " chalo aasho tahole tomaar moner andhokaar ta ektu duur korar jaak"

Jai ghore khoon hoyechilo shai ghorer the baarir loke der prostuth thakhar jonno Debdyuti aager tike inspector ke bole rekhechilo. “ nomoshkaar, Raatul babu maa Durga r murti khub bhal lagje dhekhte. Very nice!! ……..acha bhalo khotha Mr Roychoudhury ae nin ae oshud ta… payer haathu gulo the lagan, eta anticeptic oshud. Ae oshud gulo shadharon to raastaye pore kete gaile lagaye.......” Eta shune Mr Roychoudhury bhuru gulo khuchke jaaye “ shob khothai bolbo aajke kintu taar aage jodi ek round chaa hoye jaaye tahole bhalo hoye” kich khon por cha oi murtighore eshe jaaye aar Debdyuti ek ta Cigarette jalano por khotha bola shuru kore

“ apnaar je raate ae baari the khoon hoye oi raate aapni bathroome na aapnaar baarir baire pore gachilen thik dorjaar kaache. Aar aapni pore jaani aapna ke kao pechon tike aaghaat kore aar apnaar kurta ta aapnar shorir tike khule nije pore ae barite dhukhe jaaye” “ae shob mithaye” Krishnendu babu chair tike uthe bole “ aache acche promaan ache aamar kache Mr Roychoudhury, Bela Banerjee bill ta oi kurtaye chilo shob ber korechi aami. Aami ekhaane aashaar aage aapnaar baari bayere raastar opaare ek rickshawala tike jaante paari. She oi raate shue chilo kintu aapnaar chitkaarer she jege jaaye thokhn she dhaikhe je kao aapnake pechon tike mare aar tar por aapnar hi kurta ta ke pore baarir bhetore jaaye, tar kichu shomayer por aapni lukiye baarir bhethor chole jaan khaali gaaye aar ekta dhuti pore ki theek na, aapni onno lok je dhukhe murtighorer dige jaache otato jene jaan kintu thokn aapni chinta koren je nijer ghore jawahi thik keno ki aapnaar ae maajraate jawar bapaar ta beshi kao jaantona aar apnaar gaaye kurtao chilona oi lojjaateo bhodhaye ektu...ki theek ki naa?” Krishnendu Roychoudhury chup chap thaken, shobai onaar dige takaan

“ ebaar Ajoy babu r pala, Chittaranjan Choudhury apanaar bhai hoche aar Komola apnaar Bou theek kina aapnar baarite aami khobor niyechilam kolkaatye” Ajoy thomke(Shocked) jaaye aar paashe chairer boshe jaaye “ Mr Ajoy bolben aashol bapaar ta?” Ajoy kichukhon chup thaakar por bole “ Komola ke aami khub bhalobhastam, kintu aamar baari tike kao raaji chilona tai aamra paliye biye kori, jhokohn amaar bhai Chittaranjan aar baarir lokere a jaante pare toh ora amader maarar sheshta kore , oder naki maaan shonmaan e aghaat poreche tai ora aamder dujon ke mere phelbe bole dhumki daye” “ bole jaao tar por ki hoye?” “ tar por Komolaa r baba Raatul babu aamder aasra daye aar kichu din er mode Pujo r kaaje aamader ekhane niye aashe… kintu she din raate aamra dujon shobaar showaar por murtighorer shaamne boshe thaki “ keno bhoshe thakho?” Debdyuti jigesh kore “ na maane shara din toh aamra dujon dhekha aar khotha bolar shomaye petaam na tai raate ektu…..” “ ok carry on adult khotha ta baad diye bolo” “ thokhon dhekhi amaar bhai ae barite dhukhe esche aar amader dige aasche, aamra bhoye pe jaayi, kintu aamar bhai aamader dhekhe naye aar peecha korte korte Murtighorer bhetor eshe jaaye, Tarpor aamar shaate kichu kon khotha hoye r jai amaader maraar dhumki daye aami dada re dhakhha di….” “ aar oi dhakka na shamlate pe tomaar dada oi Lohaar dabar opor giye pore…..Great” “ acha ebaar khotha holo je Chittaranjan babu ke bish ke diyechilo keno ki postmortem e bhojha joye je bishe Chittaranjan babu mara jaan naki lohar guthi te, jhokhn aami postmortem report ta dhekhi aar Dr bhashkor er shaate khothaboli toh jaante paari bish ta ekta Pesticide, tarpor aamar chok jaaye Kishore Rafi r jaali chitthi te, shai jaali chitthir tondonto korar jono aami Banars post office jaayi okhane giye ae paraar Postman er shaate dhekha kori aar….” Thokhoni Anna Hajra kore chakor je ae shob khotha ja Debdyuti bolchilo shunchilo nijer kede aangule e nok ta nijer jeeb diye chaate aar kichu khon chothpot korte korte maaara jaye “ shit dhorte parlam na,…….. Anna Hajra Chittaranjan ke bhish daye ”

“kintu ki kore aar keno?” inspector Mishra jigesh kore “ dhekhun inspector babu Anna Hajra aamder bhothkaanor jonno ae jaali chithi postman ke diye Kishore Rafi ke baire phathaannor jonno ae thikhana phathaye so that aamader shakh ta Kishore Rafi r opor jaye, aami oi postman tike jaante paari puro bapaar ta, Anna Hajra ae postmaner khub bhalo bhondhu... Anna Hajra aashole ek chasha r chele chilo, tar thakurda Krishnendu Roychoudhury r thakurda niche kaaj korto. Jhokhn Anna r thakurda kaur dite parena thokhn oi dabaar baaji haariye onaake mere phailen Krishnendu r Thakurda, jhokhn ae shob khotha Anna Hajra jante pare toh o nijeder khete r pesticide nijer gram tike niye aashe kanoki jhokhn o ae baarite aashe aar ae lohaar dabaa ke dyaale tangano dhekhe or shob khotha mone pore jaaye, o thik kore je or thakurda bodla o Krishnendu ke mere nebe, onek din dhorai oh ae plan ta korchilo kanoki o jaane Mr Krishnendu raate khokhon phirto aar ae Hajra hi baarir dorja khule dito aar ek gelash jol khawatoh. taar por Krishnendu nijer ghore chole jeto. Eta roj hi hoto. Onek din dhekhar por Hajra ae shedin raate maarar shodyantro roche” Kintu kopaal dhekhun Chitaranjan Choudhuy Krishnendu ke barir baire maare aar onar kurta pore barir bhetore dhoke, nahole toh dhukte parbena jodi dhora pore jaaye she aar edike Hajra bhaabhe Krishnendu esche oi kurta dhekhe oh pesticide melano jol ta diye hi paalanor cheshta kore kintu mone hoye ghaabre jaaye kanoki er mode Chittaranjan Babu murtighorer giye lodai shuru kore oi awaaje bhujte paare o ono kaoke khawiyeche kintu bapaar gulo ektar por ekta ato taratari ghote je o bhujte parena aar baari tehi roye jaye" this is the whole story “ kintu oi Lohar guti ta koi aar Chittaranjan toke traine kano bolechilo je o dhumki peche?” Aabir jigesh kore " oh ekta safe bet khelechilo, o bhebhe che jodi o Ajoy aar Komola ke mere phaile tahole toh thik aar jodi oke Ajoy Ba komola ba Raatul babu mere phaile tahole aami todonto kore Raatul babu r Ajoye ke thanaye dhore di ....ar kichu na oh ekta chance niye chilo jeta ki pore shoti hoye gachilo aar oi guti ta.... maa Durga r trishule opore lagano aache........ ki Ajoy babu thik bolini…..? Ajoy chup chap hain kore...

Kolkaatye

robaar er dhuphor belar ek telephoner ghonti baaje “ yes Debdyuti bolchi haan inspector Mishra……..achaa!....ok kya baat ok take care” Aabir jigesh korlo “ ki holo?” “ Are! Mr Aabir janen Mr Anna Hajra shedin je ghaabre suicide koraar shomaaye kede aangule take je mukhe rakhe jaano oi kere aangule ki chilo?” “ ki?” “ Tiktikir shai powder”

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

AAKROSH

Julian aspatal ke maternity room ke bahar apne biwi ke delivery ka intezaar kar raha tha. Julian ka shakal ab aur bhi utar gaya tha jab usse pata chala uske biwi ko ladki hui hai. Thodi der baad uski biwi Hemlata ko general ward mein bhej diya jaat hai. Julian ke sasur Rajendranath apne poti ko dhekhne ke liye khuch rishtedaaron ke saath aate hain. “soorat toh maa jaisi hai, thodi sawanli hai, par kitni pyaari hai”. Rishtedaaron ne kaha. “Tabhi Hemlata muskurakar boli “nahi mere jaisi nahi apne pita jaisi dekhne mein hai” yeh sunte hi Julian ne Hemlata ko gusse bhare nazar se dhekta hai……

CONGO, CENTAL AFRICA ( 26 saal pehle)

Kivu nadi ke dakshini tat par stith Goma namak jagah ko padosi desho se raksha karne ke liye bhartiya sena ki ek tukri ko sayunkth rashtra sangh (United Nations) ke dwaara shaanty banaye rakhne ke mission mein tainath kiya gaya tha.

Iss tukri mein se ek jawan Raghav dilli ka rehne wale mein se tha, yahan Congo mein is sena ki tukri ke saath usse kareeb cheh mahine ho gaye the… “ Raghav aa bhaith hamare saath,” Use ek saathi ne poocha. Raghav wahan jaa ke bhaith gaya. “ aur kaisa lag raha hai yahan?, beta Congo ki rakhwali toh kar rahe ho, apne chothe bhai ka khuch khayal hai?” Uske saathi ne aankhon se Raghav ke patloon ki taraf ishaara karte hue kaha. Raghav chup tha. “ sun yahan manoranjan ke naam pe ghanta khuch hota hai. Bus seena taan ke khade raho do do bandookon ke saath. Ek jo barood bhari goli chore aur doosri jo”… kehte hue dusre jawan ne aankh maari aur muskurane laga. Tabhi wahan se ek baccha guzar raha tha, ek jawan ne use haath se ishaare karte hue apni taraf bulaya aur phir uske kaan mein khuch kaha, bachcha khuch ek der ghante baad ek aurat ko le aaya. Badlein mein uss bachche ko double roti aur kuch sabji dekar chalta kiya. Raghav ko yeh sab pata tha ki yahan kya hotha hai. Jab uske saathiyon ne kaha ki chal tent ke andar toh ussne jaane se mana kar diya aur apne tent mein chala gaya.

Yahan auroton ko katti hui khuch murgiyan, chawal aur khana banaane ke liye tel ka laalach dekar bahla phuslakar bulaya jata tha aur sahwas kiya jata tha.

Chaliye hum Raghav ki kahani par wapas laute hain. Raghav ne bhi issi beech ek aurat ke saath sambhand banaye, usse bhi yeh aurat uss bachche ne dilwaya tha. Raghav apne tent mein har do din baad iss aurat ke saath sahawas karta. Kabhi kabaar jab woh dere(camp) mein nahi mil paate toh bahaar kahin dur chothe se hotal mein raat guzaarte. Is aurat ka naam Maria tha “ you will take me back to India baby?. I so want to start a life with you. Tell me na?” “ yeah yeah sure why not, but wait, need to fix the conditions here and then we can think about it” “ How much time will it take?” “ don’t know…. But you don’t worry honey. We are soldiers, we never break our promises” Aise hi khuch raaton ke baad ek raat ko Maria ne kaha “ honey I am pregnant so….” “ what???what the fuck you are saying. You are pregnant…… hold on lady, I am……I am married and have a wife in India. I can’t cheat her…..abort the child….. do it otherwise I’ll get fucked big time by my seniors. Shit yaar lag gayi meri, bhainchod” “ relax Raghav don’t freak out” “ how the fuck I can relax man! You screwed my life,” “excuse me! I screwed your life Raghav? You only told me that you will take me to India and we will settle down." “hey chill baby. C’mon. You know its not possible. Look, think practically, ok take these 200 dollars and leave, and please abort this child. Warna meri gaand lag jayegi.” “ I give a fuck about your money, I love you Rah….gav!” Maria roti hui paise Raghav ke muh par marti hui hotal ke kamre ke bahar chali jaati hai. Khuch saath aath mahine baad Raghav ko wapas desh bhej diya jata hai.

Maria ne bachcha giraya nahi, ussne ek ladke ko janam diya. Jiska rang Congolese(citizens of Congo are called Congolese) jaise kaala nahi tha thoda gora tha. Congolese apne samaaj mein aise auroton ke saath thik tarah se pesh nahi aate the jinka ek toh shaadi se pehle bachcha hona aur jisnke baap koi dusre desh ka ho. Maria ko bahaut pareshaniya hui. Kahin koi kaam nahi milta tha, Usse majburan bachche ko paalne ke liye apne aapko deh wapar se jodna pada ….Jab uska beta bada hua toh apne baarein mein jaankar apne aap se bahaut nafrat karne laga. Par kismat ne bhi aisa rang dhikhaya ki jab woh ladka 23 saal ka hua aur usse naukri mila toh naukri usse bharat le aaya. Khuch mahino ke naukri ke baad Congo mein uske maa ka dehant ho gaya. Iske baad woh puri tarah boria bistra uthake bharat chala aaya. Yaan pe ek niji company mein kaam karte hue ek ladki se jaan pehchaan badaane lagta hai aur phir shaadi ho jata hai‘ Hemlata weds Julian’ shaadi Hindu aur Isaai dharm ke anusaar hota hai.

KHUCH MAHINO BAAD

Julian aspatal ke maternity room ke bahar apne biwi ke delivery ka intezaar kar raha tha. Julian ka shakal ab aur bhi utar gaya tha jab usse pata chala uske biwi ko ladki hui hai. Thodi der baad uski biwi Hemlata ko general ward mein bhej diya jaat hai. Julian ke sasur Rajendranath apne poti ko dhekhne ke liye khuch rishtedaaron ke saath aate hain. “soorat toh maa jaisi hai, thodi sawanli hai, par kitni pyaari hai”. Rishtedaaron ne kaha. “Tabhi Hemlata muskurakar boli “nahi mere jaisi nahi apne pita jaisi dekhne mein hai” yeh sunte hi Julian ne Hemlata ko gusse bhare nazar se dhekta hai……….aur kamrein ke bahar aakar cigarette pine lagta hai aur poorani baatein yaad karta hai. Ek din baad doctor ne Julian ko bulakar kaha ki Hemlata ki tabiyat achanak se kharab hogayi hai aur shayad usse bachachaya nahi ja sakta. Juliyan Hemlata ke kamrein mein jaata hai aur paas pade jhoolein mein apni ladki ko dhekhta hai. Phir apne aankhon ko pochte hue bahar chala jata hai.

Agle din dophar mein Hemlata guzar jati hai. Hemlata ke pitaaji Rajendranath aur rishtedaar wagera aspataal mein Hemlata ke partiv shareer ko lene aate hain, tabhi Julian jhoolein se bachchi ko utha ta hai aur aspatal ke bahar bhaagta hai. Uske aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa pagalpan tha, yeh dhekhkar Rajendranath bhi uske peeche bhaagta hai, Julian uss bachche ko lekar khuli sadakon ke beecho beech bhagne lagta hai…..phir khuch duur jaate hi usse sadak ke kinaare khuch majdoor mithi khodhe hue nazar aate hain. Woh unka phawda(shovel) cheen leta hai aur thodi dur jakar ek bageechein mein ghus jata hai. Phawde se bageechein ke ek kone mein ek chotha sa gaddha banata hai aur usmein is bachchci ko zinda dafna deta hai. Uske peeche peeche Rajendranath aa jata hain aur khuch der tak Julian ke saath sangarsh karne ke baad bachche ko gaddhe se nikaalta hai. Tabhi Julian cheek cheek ke bolta hai. “ why don’t you let this thing die, I hate this thing. Can’t you see that it has killed my wife? And on top of that the colour , the features resemblace me and my mother. I hate it. I don’t want to remember my past looking at this piece of shit, kill this thing.” Tabhi Rajendranath bolta hai us bachche ko apne hatho mein lekar “ first of all this is not a thing, do you get this thing in your fuking head, and if u are taking about her resemblance and colour which my friend is because of you.” Julian zameen par phawda patkata hai aur wahan se chala jata hai. Hemlata ke pitaaji ne iss bachche ko palna shuru kiya, kuch mahino baad pata chala ki Julian ne dusri shaadi karli hai. khuch do saalo baad Rajendranath ke dusre doston ne kaha ki isse akele woh nahi paal payega. Kyun na khuch din ke liye woh usse Julian ke paas chor aaye. Ab tak itne saalon mein toh shayad Julian bhi thanda par gaya hoga. Uski biwi iski maa banke paal legi. Rajendranath ke dost ne Julian se baat karne ko kaha.

Julian ne bachche ko dhekhe kaha “ kya naam hai isska?” “ Maithli” Rajendranath ne kaha. Julian ladki ko upar se neeche tak dhekhta hai aur usse rakhne ke liye raazi ho jata hai. Uski dusri biwi ko yeh pasand nahi aaya. Julian ke ghar mein teen kamrein the par phir bhi Maithli ko rasoighar mein sulate the. Khane ko kabhi adha roti ya kabhi double roti hi milti thi. Aur maar phatakaar kar kehte the ki agar yeh sab apne naanaa ko bataya toh acha nahi hoga. Julian ko dusri biwi se ek aur ladki hui par iss baar usne khuch nahi kiya. Juliyan ka yeh bartav Maithli ko bahuat dhukh pahaunchati thi. Uske saamne dusri beti ko ache kapde rahane ke liye ek kamra aur sab suvidhaye mile hue the. Jab kabhi Maithli kahti ki usse naanaa ke ghar chor aaye toh woh mana kar dete. Ab Maithli ko marna phatkaarna Julian aur uski biwi ke liye ek adaat ban gaya tha. Juliuan ke dusri beti bhi isko dhutrhkarti, maarti. “ tu mar kyun nahi jaati, Maithli, khuch kaam nahi karti sirf haram ki roti khaathi hai….” Maithli ab chauda saal ki ho gayi thi. Ek din woh ghar ke kaam se bahar bazaar gayi hui thi, jab woh ghar aati hai toh Julian ki biwi kehti hai “ jaa harmkhor rasoighar mein roti paadi hai muh maar le” Jab Maithli rasoighar mein jakar mez pe do bade bade roti dhekhti hai toh usse thoda ajeeb lagta hai. Usse laga ki usse itni badi badi do rotiyan achanak se kyun khaane ko diya. Aise toh hota nahi hai. Usne roti todi toh usmein chuhe marne ki dawai milai hui thi. Woh uss roti ko lekar rone lagi. Usne turant boria bistra bhandha aur naanaa ke paas laut gayi

12 saal baad….

Maithli ke naanaaji Rajendranath ne bade pareshaniyon ke saath usse padaya likhaya aur phir naukri ke liye tayar karwaya. Maithli ek niji company mein ache audhe par kaam kar rahi thi, bada makaan, gaadi sab khuch tha. Ek din Julian ki biwi aur uski beti Maithli ke ghar aayi “ Beti humein thoda sa aasra dedo, tumhaare pitaji toh humein jeene nahi de rahein. Sirf din raat daaru peetein hai aur isse maar te hain. Yeh tumhaari behen hai issko apne paas rakh lo beti warna yeh mar jayegi….? Tumhare naanaaji jab tumhe hamaare paas layi thi toh humne bhi tumhe rakha tha uske khaatir rakhlo isse” Maithli ek lambi saans bharte hue kehti hai “ thik hai” “ bahaut shukriya, thoda paani milega beti?” phir paani pikar Julian ki biwi phir kehti hai. “Aur…aur dhekho bhagwaan ne humein saaza toh diya. Dhekho kya haalath hai humaari …” Maithli yeh sab chup chap sunti hai....

Khuch Mahino baad

Julian ke ghar ke darwaaze par dastak hoti hai. Julian ki biwi darwaaza kholti hai aur dhekhti hai ki uski beti ro rahi hai aur bilak bilak ke keh rahi hai…… “ Maa sab khatham ho gaya ….” “ kyun kya hua beti?” “ aap logo ke jhagro mein main loot gayi. Maithli didi ne mera operation karke garvshay(Uterus) nikalwa diya..” “ par kaise?” “ Mujhe khaane nahi deti thi thik se, kahin nikalne bhi nahi deti thi. ek din achank se bahaut naram swabh se mujhe khane ko rotiyaan aur saabji diya, main usse khaathe hi behosh ho gayi aur phir jab hosh aaya toh apne aap ko aspatal mein paya.” tabhi Juliyan ki biwi apne beti ka haath pakad ke kehti hai “chal hum log police ke paas jaate hain?” “ kya hoga jaake maa koi saboot nahi hai aur hoga kya ab toh sab khatam ho gaya………”

Monday, June 27, 2011

CLASS- 9 SECTION- D : VOLUME 1 & 2

“Main seediyan nahi char paa rahi hun. Paair mere sun pad rahein hain, aur kitne maale upar chadne padenge?” Satyajit ke maataji ne kaha apne pati se. Dono paanchwe maale kisi tarah chad kar bade se kamrein mein ek bench par bhaith jaate hain. “pata nahi kya bolenge humare bete ke baarein mein. Kitni baar bola tha Satya ko. Par kaun sune meri. Har baar kuch bhi bolo bike leke chala jata tha aur woh bhi bina helmet pehne aur ab dhekho” “Uff! Chup karogi tum. Thoda baitho tassali se. bura kyun sochti ho? acha hoga bagwan sab theek kar dega. Isse jyada hum kuch nahi kar sakte.” “ usiko ko hi yaad kar rahi hun” Satyajit ke maataji ne apne paloo se aasoon pochte hue boli. Tabhi unka bulawa aata hai. “ SATYAJIT GHATAK ?” ek aurat ne poocha. Satyajit ke maata pita aage badkar us aurat ke paas aake do kursiyon mein bhaith jaate hain. Satyajit ke pitaaji ke haath pair thande par rahe the. Woh aurat in dono ko apne chashme ko neeche karke dhekhti hai aur kehti hai. “ Satyajit ko iss baar toh bachaa liya humne par har baar mumkin nahi hopayega. Aise mein to kaksha mein daatne ka mauka nahi deta hai. He is a very well behaved boy I must say, but you see when he sits for his exams, I don’t know what the hell happens to him. Look Mr& Mrs Ghatak this is the last time we are promoting him to the next class. He needs to prove himself the next time or the last time I may say that……” phir thodi der baad woh phir bolti hai….You believe in astrology right? Ring and all! I can see you are wearing two of them, Why don’t you get one for your son….. Frankly! Mr Ghatak I don’t know. Anyways congratulations!


“Kal se tumhe Sinha ji padhaane aayenge. Tumhaare jo parikshaon ke nateeje aayein hain yeh mahodaye aasha karta hun kuch sudhaarenge. Kal shaam ko theek saath baje tayaar rahana. Aur haan Mr Satayjit amon uttom madhom porbe na jodi faaki merecho, baahut sakt kisam ke aadmi hai Sinha ji, thoda bachke rehna unse.” Satayjit ke pitaaji ne Satyajit ko naayi kaksha ke kitaabe khareedh ke dete hue kaha. Satyajit thoda muskuraya aur phir kitaabo ke panne sugne laga. Usko nayi kitaabon ke panno ki khushboo bahaut pasand thi.

Agle din shaam ko saath baje Sinha ji Satyajit ko Padhaane aayein....

Mr Sinha: Umar : paithallis, kadh: 5 foot 7 inch, Rang : kaala, Baal: Safed, ankhein: thode peele, bhawein(eyebrows) kaale aur mote. Naak: saand bhi sharma jaye. Honth: suje hue mano madhumakhi ne kaate ho. Daant: ungliyan chabane ke liye kaafi hai. Haathon mein chaar anghoothi. Kameez ke jeb mein CHARMS cigarette ka ek packet, Kaali patloon pehne hue janaab has rahe the.

Satayjit ke naye master jo shaam ko school ke baad uske ghar padhane aayein. Pehli tution class toh theek hi raha. Us din master ji ne padaya. Keh sakte hain HONEYMOON CLASS. Ek din baad dusri class thi. Sinha ji ne Satyajit se peechli class mein padaya hue paath poochein. Satyajit nahi bol paya.Usne socha isko bhi pehle kakshaon ke master jion ki tarah baataon se phusla lega. Par janab baat karne de tab na… Satyajit ke ankhein kamzor the isliye chashma pehnta tha. “Satya chashma utaaro jaldi, main nahi chahtha tumhare galtiyon ka bhugtaan tumhare pitaaji ko karna pade.” Master ji ne Charms ka cigarette khaali chai ki cup mein bhujathe hue kaha. Jyon hi Satyajit ne chashma utaar ke saamne maize par rakha tabhi usse ek zannnnnnn….. se awaaz sunnai padi aur phir uske kaan sun pad gaye aur gaal mein maano kisi ne garam koyele ke tukde mal diye hon. Ji haan bahaut jor ka ek taphad pad chukha tha. Phir taphodho ka kafila chalta raha kuch der tak Satyajit ke gaalon par.

Phir kuch din guzre Satyajit ko iske padhaane ka dhang samaj aa gaya tha. Masterji isse Physics, Chemistry aur Maths padhaate. Masterji har class mein ek ghanta marte peete aur dusre ghante mein padaate. Satyajit ko jyon ke tyon kitaab mein likha hai wohi ratna padta aur wohi agle class mein masterji ke saamne likhna padta aur ek bhi galti toh bus thapodon ka kafilla shuru.

Din guzarte gayein yeh kaafila Satyajit ke baaki shareer ke hisse mein bhi pahaunchne laga. “ oye chokre! Tu kya hai re, itna marta hun phir bhi khuch asaar nahi.? sun mere vidhyarthi aaj tak assi nabbe percent se kam parikashaon mein nahi laate. Tujhe bhi lana padega. Toh issliye sudhar jaa….” ab kaun kisse samjhaye. Satyajit itna darr gaya tha ki uske palle kuch padta hi nahi. Woh school mein bhi har kaksha mein Physics, Chemistry aur Maths ki padai karta matlab angrezi ki kaksha ho ya hindi ki kaksha, woh table ke neeche Physics ki kitaab rakhe ratta marta toh kabhi Maths practice karta. Taaki sham ko masterji ki class mein maar na khana pade… aji nateeja toh hona wahi tha Satyajit chahe jo bhi kar le.. usse school ki parikshaaon ki fikr kam shaam ki gharelu Chemistry, Physics aur Maths ki soshan ki jyada fikr thi.

Ek din masterji bole “ sun Satya tu kal se ek danda leke bhaithio ya kuch bhi. Ek kaam kar woh jo bijli chali jaati hai toh haath mein ek lakdi ka ya baans ka panka lete hain log woh leke bhaithio. Tujhe marte marte mere haath dard kar rahein hai aaj kal.” Satyajit man mein sochta kyun na ho masterji aapke maar kha kha ke mera shareer ab faulaad ka ban raha hai.. Satyajit ne jab apne pitaaji ko kaha ki yeh masterji bahaut marte hai toh pitaaji ne saaf mana kar diya “ nahi ekdum theek hai. Tujhe aise hi masterji ki zaroorat hai. Tu dande marne wale ke haath hi seedha hoga. Tujhe toh school mein jaake sunna nahi padtha, zaleel hona nahi padta, yeh sab hum dono ko sahana padta hai, Tum issi masterji ke paas padoge aur tum issi ke layak ho.”

Din ghuzar rahe the haath wala pankha Satyajit ke shareer ke wibhin jagah mein padne ke karan khuch kuch jagah tut gaya tha. Khuch mahine baad Satyajit ka janamdin aaya, ghar pe chothi si ek party thi, Satyajit ke pitaaji ne masterji ko bhi bulaya tha. Satyajit ko laga yeh baap uska asli hai? Aise koi karta hai!.... khair…janamdin mein kya hua yeh padiye “ are beta koi gana gaa de, Kishore Kumar ka.” Satyajit ne chun chun ke ROOP TERA MASTANA PYAAR MERA DEEWANA gaaya. Bus agle din tution class mein masterji ne bola “ beta Physics ke laws poochon toh yaad nahi par Kishore Kumar ke gaane tumhe bahaut yaad hai.” Ab masterrji ko kaun samjhaaye ki agar Physics ke laws ya Maths ke formula Kishore da gaate toh Satyajit ke liye baayein haath ka khel hota.

Parikshaon ke din nazdeek aa rahein the. Satyajit ab Physics, Chemistry aur Maths ki tayari kar raha tha, par janaab jab upar wala pichwaade mein marta hai toh awaaz nahi hota, Satyajit purane padaye hue cheeze bhul raha tha. Nateeja kya hua? Aji uske baarein mein baad mein bata hun. uske pehle yeh padiye: Maths ki pariksha hone ke baad ussi shaam ko masterji ne prashna patra manga ki pariksha mein kya prashna aaye the. Satya aapni school ka bag, kitabon ke panno ke beech sab jagah dhoond liya par usse prashna patra nahi mila. ab woh kya karein, masterji ko bolega toh kafila thapadon ka phir se shuru ho jayega. Satyajit pehle manzil mein rahta tha. Darwaaze ke paas waale kamrein mein masterji bhaithe hue the, usne ghar ke peeche, neeche chalang maarkar gali se hokar apne dost ke ghar gaya jo ki khuch hi duur mein tha, uska prashna patra uthaya aur wapas deewar chadkar masterji ke saamne prashna patra rakha. Uska dost bhi ussi ke school mein padta tha. Prashna patra se masterji ne kuch sawaal pooche aur kaha tu toh fail karega. Satyajit sochne laga itna mehnat kiya prashna patra laane mein aur sunne ko milta hai ki pass nahi ho payega woh. Usse laga bhagwan duniyaan mein hota hi nahi hai. Woh subha subha aagrabati jalana, shaam ko puja karna sab wairth.

Khair asli school ke nateeje nikle toh Satyajit baaki wishayon mein toh fail kiya hi par Chemistry, Physics aur Maths mein kuch jyadi hi achi tarh se fail kiya. Maths mein sau mein se sirf chauda number hi laa paaya. School ke adhyapakon ne Satyajit ke maatji ko bula bheja aur poocha “aapke bete ko kya khuch pareshaani hai, matlab humne dhekha hai ki woh chupake har ek class mein Chemistry, Physics aur Maths karta tha par phir bhi number kam aaye…... kyun? Aap uspar koi dabav wagera toh nahi daal rahe?” Satyajit ki maa ne khuch nahi kaha. Pareeksha ke nateeje dhekh kar masterji khule hue saand ki tarah lambi lambi saans lene lage aur haath waale pankhe se Satyajit ke ungliyon par teen chaar de mara, aur jisse ungliyon se khoon nikalne laga. Satyajit ke aankhon mein darad ke maarein aasoon the. Par ki farak painda! Picture toh abhi baaki thi.

Masterjee ne Satyajit ko kaha ki thand pad rahi hai, dard aur bhi hoga isiliye theek se padai kare woh. Thand aa chukhi thi Satyajit aapne aap ko puri tarah kapdon se dhak liya, yahan tak ki haathon mein dastaane bhi, taaki maar pade bhi toh dard kam ho, usne apne kalam (side burns) bhi chothe kara liye the kyunki Mr Sinha ke maarne ke anokhe tarike hothe the, kalam ke baal ko kheechna, do ungliyon ke beech pencil dabaa dena, ityaadi. Isse jyada nahi likhunga censorship ADULT certificate de degi. Khair khuch aise pal bhi hote the baahut chune hue, jahaan ki woh theek tarah se masterji ke poooche hue sawal ke uttar de pata. Un dino ko woh yeh sochta ki jawab usne apni kaabiliyat ke wajah se nahi kisi aur wajah se diya hai. Maslan sweater hari rang ki pehni ho, yah patloon kale rang ki. Jisse aage jaake yeh hua ki woh wahi sweater ya kapda teen chaar din lagaatar pehnata jis jis din shaam ko class hoti. Kabhi kabhi yeh tukke kaam bhi aa jate. Aise kai mahine guzar gaye. Satyajit ke din battar ban rahe the. Ab sweater ke rang ya patloon wale tukke bhi kaam nahi kar rahe the. Ab Satayjit ka din charya yeh hota ki

Subha school jao, phir ghar aakar khana khao, shaam ko masterjee aate bhaith te, Satyajit haath ka pankha masterji ko thamaate, phir prashno ke uttar dene mein galti hoti, masterji Charms ka cigarette chai ki khali cup mein bhujhate aur phir maarne ka episode shuru karte. Phir masterjee ke chale jaane ke baad Satyajit bister mein leta pada rahta. Maar kha kha kethak jo jata tha. Yeh pura ek saal chalta raha. Phir aagya final examination. Nateeja toh aap logo ko pata hi hai. Khair Satyajit fail kar gaya. ab usse wahi class dubara panda pada. Par ek baat yeh hua ki Satyajit ke badaulat Mr Sinha ka record aasi nabbe percent lane wala tuth gaya. Haan Satyajit ne master ka ghamand to tod diya!

Satyajit nayi saal mein. Nai vidhartiyon ke saath purani kaksha mein bhaithke phir se wahi padhai karna shuru kiya, usse baaki vidhyarti usse kabhi chidhaate toh kam baat karte aur hamesha yaad dilate ki woh dubaara ussi kaksha mein pad raha hai.. Baahut zeelat ke zindagi jee raha tha. Ab ghar mein bhi woh akela hi padta tha. Ek din ghar pe bhaithke woh padai kar raha tha ki uske haath uski purani pheechle saal ki Physics ki kaapi haath lag gayi. Usne paas pade ek kalam se kaapi mein likha CLASS - 9 SECTION - D VOLUME 1.

kuch din guzre toh kabar aayi Mr Sinha ka brain hameorage se maut ho gayi hai. Satyajit Mr Sinha ke parthav shareer ko dhekne gaya. Mr Sinha ke gharwale sab ro rahein the. Wahan ek shoke ka mahaul tha. Satyajit Sinha ji ke shareer ke paas gaya aur apni ungliyon ko Sinha ji ke naak ke paas le jaake mahsoos karna chaha ki saans toh nahi le rahe woh. Satyajit tassli kar lena chahata tha, phir woh muskuraya aur wahan se chala gaya.


P.S: This story is based upon real incidents.

Monday, June 13, 2011

PHILHAAL KAHANI PADIYE,TITLE SOCH RAHA HUN!

30.1.2006

Preeti : hey baby! Aaj maine pallao banaya. Its yummy! Miss u L - DELETE

24.7.2006

Preeti: Miss u – DELETE

26.7.2006

Preeti: u r the man. With whom I wanna spent my rest of my life.luv u . muaaaaah! DELETE

15. 9.2006

Preeti: muaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Luv u baby J - DELETE

28. 9 .2006

Preeti: yesterday night was gud. I felt like I m a part of u. muuuuah!- DELETE

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ROHAN: maa main baal katwaane jaa raha hun

Naai ki dukaan mein bhir hone ke kaaran usse intezaar karna padta hai. Tabhi uska phone baj uth ta hai

ROHAN:haan bhai, …….nai…oh acha… messages delete karne padenge memory full ho gaya hai …..haan ok Friday done…

Rohan apni phone ke messages mita raha tha,…

10.4.2007

Preeti: wanna tell u something, u shud knw. I don’t feel for u anymore. I can’t explain. But yeah…..

Rohan message padte hi do mahine purani baatein uske kaan mein bajni shuru ho jati hai

ROHAN: what the fuck are u saying? you must be kidding right?

PREETI: no I am serious. I don’t know I just stopped loving you. please don’t ask me, why. We are not right for each other.. I suppose

ROHAN: what crap? Itne din baad tumhe yeh sab lag raha hai aur hamarei future plans? unka kya?

PREETI: please don’t make it tough for me. Please understand. Matlab pata nahi… I don’t feel like talking to you. Pata nahi I can’t explain…. Hummein bahaut jhagre hote …pata nahi ..may be

ROHAN: jhagre. Kaunse relationship mein nahi hota hai, cmon, we can talk, ……………….. Or you have started seeing somebody?

PREETI: No not as of now…. par

Naai ke do baar pukaarne ke baad Rohan hosh mein aata hai aur baal kaatne ke kursi mein jaa bhaitha hai . Saamne lage sheeshe par Rohan ke aankhein laal aur num nazar aa rahein the. Tabhi naai baal kaatne se pehle radio chaalu kar deta hai.

RADIO: agle gaane ke farmaish aayi hai Raju bijnor se, Karan dilli se…….. film ka naam Dev D…....

Song: Nayan Tarse, Nayan Tarse

Taras Na Mile, Nayan Tarse

Nayan Tarse, Nayan Tarse

Daras na mile, Nayan Tarse

Dono Se Bahe Dhaar, Nayan Tarse

Haare Yeh, Path Nihar

Nayan Tarse, Nayan Tarse

NAAI: sahaab oh sahaab baal kitne chothe karoon?

ROHAN: saare baal kaat de, ek bhi baal sar pe nahi hone chahiye.

Bisar Gaye Bisar Gaye Kitne

Bisar Gaye Bisar Gaye Kitne


Biraha Mein jal jal, Pal Woh Gaye Badal

Swaha Swaha swaha……….

Rohan wapas ghar aate hi uski maa uske baal katwane ko lekar uspar chillanne lagti hai. Rohan apne maa ko ek taraf hatate hue apne kamre mein chala jata hai aur darwaza band kar deta hai.

Thodi der baad Rohan ka phone phir se baj uth ta hai.

ROHAN: haan bol…… Acha……. sahi hai. Toh woh maan gayi? Kyun pehle toh mana kar rahi thi? Kya baat hai! lucky man.

Rohan phone bister mein patakte hue sochne lagta hai ki yeh ek dost tha jiska bhi uske tarah hi halaath tha. Issi ke bharose toh woh apne dil ko tasaali deke rakha tha ki woh hi sirf akela nahi hai jiski lagi padi hai. Par yeh kya? Ab toh iska mamala bhi fit ho gaya hai. Matlab ab woh ekdum akela hai.

Yeh dard bhi na… bachacha hai, nadaan hai, kaabu mein nahi aata hai….jab man kare chup ho jata hai aur jab man karein phudkna shuru kar deta hai.

Rohan ke pitaaji do hafto ke liye kaam se shahar se bahar gaye hue the. Toh Rohan ki maa Rohan ke kamre mein so rahi thi.

Raat ko theek teen baje, Rohan ke maa ko dusre kamre se gaane ki awaaz sunayi deti hai. Rohan ki maa bister se uthkar dusre kamre mein jaati hai aur dang raha jati hai. Rohan ek saadi ko sar par ghunghat ki tarah pehnke aur mooh par sindoor malkar naach raha tha….paas TV par R.D. Burman ka gana

Song : dhanno ki aankhon mein hai raat ka surma

aur chaand ka chumma ho o ...

dhanno ki aankhon mein hai raat ka surma

aur chaand ka chumma

sahar bhi tere bina raat lage

chhaala pade aag jaise chaand pe jo haath lage

Rohan ki maa usse rokne jaati hai toh Rohan uske haath pakad ke uske sath hi nachane lagta hai. Tabhi uski maa use ek thapad marke kehti hai “tu toh gaya kaam se. kal hi tujhe doctor ke paas lejaongi.” yeh kehti hui woh chali jaati hai. Rohan rone lagta hai. Aur gusse mein apni maa ki saari phaad deta hai.

dhanno ka gussa hai ek teer ka chumma

aur chaand ka chumma…..

 

Agle din subha Rohan ke nazar akhbaar mein ek khabar par jaati hai. ‘ PREMI NE PREMIKA KA KATTAL KAR DIYA’ Rohan Preeti ko phone karke aakhri baar milne ke liye ek jagah bulata hai. Thodi der baad woh wahan pahaunchta hai toh duur se hi Preeti ko dhekh leta hai. Uske pair mano achanak se zameen mein gad gaye. Preeti ki shakal dhekhe Rohan ko ek sukun milta hai. Woh saare baatein, woh ek ek pal Preeti ke saath mano sattar mm ke parde mein dhikhai ja rahi ho uske samne. Uske haath se chaaku gir jaata hai zameen par. Phir woh dheere dheere uske taraf badta hai.

PREETI: hi, kaise ho? Toh batao kyun bulaya tha?

Rohan chup chap khara rahata hai. phir thodi der baad woh bolta hai…

ROHAN: main tumhe maarne aaya tha.

PREETI: acha! Phir kya hua. Fat gayi tumhari? Pata hai Rohan tumhare ,mein kabhi gaand mein dum tha hi nahi. jigar hona chaiye. Maarne chale the mujhe! Choro…. acha batao kya baat hai kyun bulaya mujhe?

ROHAN: nahi khuch nahi. main chalta hun

PREETI: acha suno tum mujhe thoda aage tak chor doge….please

Rohan peeche gumta hai Preeti ki taraf . uske aankhein laal aur num hochuke the. Phir ek lambi saan bharte hue…dheere se bolta hai

ROHAN: Nahi!

Rohan ghar pahaunchta hai ki uski maa kehti hai ki shaam ko manowagainik(psychiatrist) ke doctor ke paas jaana hai. Rohan pehle toh mana karta hai, ki woh theek hai, par bad mein tayaar ho jata hai jaane ke liye. Uske sar mein maano jhanjhanat ho raha tha. Rohan nahane chala jata hai, phir se wohi baatein use yaad aane lagti hai aur woh gusalkhana(bathroom) ke deewar par aapna sar marta rahta hai aur phir rone lagta hai. Phir saamne sheeshe mein apni roni shakal dhekh kar has padta hai.

DOCTOR’S CLINIC

Rohan aur uski maa doctor se miltein hain. uski maa us doctor ko sab kuch bata ti hai. Doctor phir bolti hai,

“aise logon ko hum kehte hain ki woh BPD yani Borderline personality disorder se pidit hai. Jinke jiwan mein kabhi baahut bada hadsa hua ho. Bachpan mein khuch hua ho ya jaise aapko bete ke saath jo hua hai,aise kai aur cheeze. Aap jaise keh rahein hain ki aadhi raat ko saadi odke naachna, phir achanak se rona , achanak se hasna, yeh sab BPD ke shuruat ke lakhshan hai. Aise log dil mein chupe hue dard ko tarah tarah se nikalne ki koshish karte hain. Aapne achga kiya abhi leaayein hai. Main isse do chaar din baat karungi uske baad dhekhte hain. Philahal aap zara bahar jaiye main isse baat karti hun”

Rohan doctor ke shakal ko dhekh raha tha phir uski nazar shakal se thodi neeche ki taraf jata hai….

DOCTOR: size... 34 B

Rohan thoda haske bolta hai “acha hai”

DOCTOR: toh batao ?

ROHAN: kyun na hum kahin bahar mile, yahan dum ghut raha hai mera.

Doctor thoda sochke phir bolti hai….

DOCTOR: theek hai kal shaam ko mere ghar aa jana. Koi nahi hota uss samay. Mere pati bhi tour par gaye hain, itminan se tumhari kahani sunugi.

Rohan ke sharir mein ek sirhan si daur jaati hai, woh thoda muskurata hai. Ghar wapas aate hi uske dost use bahar lambi drive pe le jaate hain. raat ko tez raftar mein gaadi ke saath thandi thandi hawaiein bhi chal rahi thi, Rohan do ghut sharab peeta hai aur khirki ke bahar sar nikaale thandhi hawa ka mazaa le raha hota hai, tabhi gaari mein radio chalna shuru hota hai..…

Song : Dhadkan maheen dil mein jagati, ek hulchul si-

Kohra hata ke sooraj jalati, ek hulchul si-

Zinda hai ek hulchul si.

Had nazar ki, jahan talak hai

Ek bharam hai, wo jo dhanak hai

sach hai sach hai sach hai...

Jeene ki ek talab phir jagaye, ek hulchul si

Bujhti si saanso ko kash banaye, ek hulchul si

ROHAN KA DOST: yaar kya mausam hai. Ek ladki hoti toh bas. Oye! Kya bolte ho chale. Kal toh chuthi bhi hai. Aaj thoda masti kiya jaaye,

Rohan ke baaki dost bhi tayaar ho jate hain.aur phir gaari udhar mud jaati hai jahan har mard ki marz ki dawa milti hai.

Mehsoos kar le, ya dil ye pal.

Saanso se chhoo le, lamha ye bekal,

Bekal Bekal Bekal..

Ab Rohan 4 feet x 4 feet ke ek kamrein mein apna aakrosh ek aurat ke saath sawahawas karke nikaal raha tha

Kar le kar le ab kuch aisa kar le, kar le, kar le


Tu aaj an-gin roshan kirano se tan man, bhar le, bhar le


Macha le, jala le, dil mei……

Rohan ke saamne is dauran purane din ke woh raate jo usne Preeti ke saath guzaare the yaad aa jate hai,woh achanak uss aurat ke upar se hat jata hai aur kapde pehnke bhaagta hai. Raston mein gaariyon se bachte hue woh bhaag raha hota hai ki tabhi ek gaadi peeche se usse dhakkha marta hai. Gari se ek ladka aur ek ladki bahar nikalte hain…

LADKA: Preeti yeh to lagta hai….?

PREETI: are yeh toh Rohan hai… Rahul

RAHUL: Kya tumhara ex!? Oh fuck. Ek kaam karte hain isse haspatal le jaate hain

Rohan ko dono haspatal mein le jaate hain, tabhi Preeti Rohan ke jeb se uska mobile nikal kar uske ghar walo ko phone karne wali hoti hai ki usse Rohan ke phone par puraane messages padne ko mil jaati hai. Woh ghabra jati hain ki kahin police ko pata chal gaya toh. Aise mein bhi police accident case ke liye pooch tach karne wale the. Rahul ne Preeti ko kaha tum apna number bhi delete kar do aur jaldi se messages bhi delete kardo… iske phone se

 

30.1.2006

Preeti : hey baby! Aaj maine pallao banaya. Its yummy! Miss u L - DELETE

24.7.2006

Preeti: Miss u – DELETE

26.7.2006

Preeti: u r the man. With whom I wanna spent my rest of my life.luv u . muaaaaah!DELETE

15. 9.2006

Preeti: muaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Luv u baby J - DELETE

28. 9 .2006

Preeti: yesterday night was gud. I felt like I m a part of u. muuuuah!- DELETE

Saare messages mitane ke baad yeh dono wahan se chup chap nikal jaate hain, Haspatal se Rohan ko khoon mein latpat chor ke.


SONG LYRICS COURTESY:

NAYAN TARSE- AMITABH BHATTACHARYA, DEV D

DHANO KI AANKHON MEIN : GULZAAR, KITAAB

EK HULCHUL SI: AMITABH BHATTACHARYA, DEV D