Update 4)
Virendra ka Ghar kareeb 50 kadmo ki doori par tha. Raaste mei chalte samay hamare beech kuch khaas baatchit nahi hui. Bas thodi bahut concert aur Virendra ji ke bare mei baat hui. Mummy ka chehra kuch gambheerta wale bhav liye tha. Main sochne laga ki kya poochu, kaise poochu. Maine apni chaal thodi dheeme ki aur Mummy ke thoda peeche ho liya. Maine dekha ki Mummy ke gaand ke hisse wale Saree par kuch silwatein pad gayi hain aur unke peeth ki taraf se bra ka thoda sa hissa blouse se bahar nikal gaya hai.
Mummy- “Kya hua Bittu, dheere kyun ho gaye? Thak gaye kya?” Kehte hue wo thoda hasi.
“Nahi Mummy, bas aise hi.”
“Chalo jaldi kadam badhao, Kahin hum late na ho jaye.”
“Zyada se zyada 10 minute late honge. Itne mei kya ho jayega Mummy; waise bhi Virendra ji aapko thode kuch bolenge.” Virendra ka naam le kar maine jaan bujh kar thoda double meaning style ka baat kiya; par meri bholi mummy is baat ko samajh nahi payi.
“Nahi Bittu, Hamein kabhi late nahi hona chahiye --- Time is time --- Iski Respect karni chahiye.” Mummy tez kadmo se chalte hue boli.
“Ok.” Kehte hue main bhi tez ho gaya.
Kuch hi der mei Virendra ji ke ghar ke bahar hum khade the. Aalishaan ghar tha unka. Main aur Mummy to bas dekhte hi reh gaye. “Baap re..! itna sundar makaan ..! bahar se itna acha hai to fir ander kaisa hoga.?”
Maine bhi haan mei haan milaya.
Hum andar ghuse...
Tab tak Mummy ek bar fir saree se apne peeth ko dhak li thi. Ek naukar aaya, hamein baithne ko kaha aur andar chala gya. Hum jis sofe par baithe the wo bhi bahot spongy aur makhmali tha. Sofe ke baayi or ek aquarium tha. Ussey kuch hi door par ek refrigerator tha. Upar ke kamro ki or jaane ke liye stylish seediyan thi --- Daayi or ek shaandaar badi si TV --- Khubsurat showcase aur sath mei bahut kuch. Kuch minute bad upar se kisi ke aane ki aahat hui... Dekha Virendra aa raha hai. Aur uske aage aage ek Doberman Kutta..!! .Mummy ko kutton se bahot darr lagta hai. Kutta aa kar darwaaze ke paas baith gaya. Tab tak naukar bhi ek tray mei 2 glass mango juice, 2 glass paani de gaya. Virendra ne aate hi Mummy ko Namaste kiya... Fir meri or dekha,
“Kaise ho bête?” Mujhse pucha.
“Thik hu uncle.” Maine zara sa jawab diya… Man hi man bola, ‘Mujhe pata hai bhosdike ki ab tu bhi meri bholi – bhali mummy se flirt karega.’
Virendra ne mere jawab par ratti bhar ka bhi dhyan nahi diya; ulte mummy ki or dekh kar battisi nikaal kar ek bar fir Namaste kiya aur unse baat karne laga. Saaf hai ki mujhse puchna uska formality bhar tha kyunki samne mummy hai aur mera yahan hona usko bahut khatak raha hai.
Fir Mummy ko glass pakdate hue Virendra bola, “Thank you so much. Aapne singing ko itna seriously liya. Am so grateful.”
Mummy glass lete hue boli, “Ji, singing to mera passion raha hai. Aaj mauka mila to sochi aise hi hath se kyun jaane doon.”
Itna keh kar wo ek pyari si smile di...
Maine socha ki agar Mummy ko khud glass utha kar diya hai to shayad mujhe bhi dega par kamina sala mummy ke sath hi baat karne mei mashgool raha. Saala badaa khush ho raha tha Mummy ko dekh kar aur unse baat kar ke. Aur ho bhi kyun na; darsal mummy daayi blouse cup ke upar se pallu zara sa hata hua tha aur mummy ke baithe hone ke kaaran daayin chuchi ki golaai ka kuch hissa us blouse cup ke upar se halka sa jhaank raha tha. Aur itna hi kafi hai kisi bhi mard ke imaan ko dol dene ke liye.
Meri taraf dono ka hi dhyaan nahi raha. Dono Concert ka din, theme, songs, recordings, guests etc. par baatein karte rahein...
Main pehle paani piya aur fir juice bhi khatam kar idar udhar-dekhne laga. Kuch der ke baad Virendra uth kar seedhi ke bagal wale room mei chale gaya aur andar ghus kar darwaza laga diya --- Darwaze par “Recordings” likha hua ek plate laga tha.
“Ye Virendra ji kahan gaye Mummy?” Maine poocha.
“Unhe kuch gaano ki recordings check karni hai, sath hi mujhe gaano ki kuch lines denge. Ekbar mujhe gaate hue sunna chahte hain… abhi!”
“Sach mei? Abhi?!” Main khushi mei bahut uttejit ho kar poocha.
“Haan, tune suna nahi? Tera dhyaan kidhar tha.?” Mummy mujhe sawaaliya nazaron se dekhte hue poochi.
“ aan… wo… main actually idhar - udhar unke ghar ki khubsurti dekh raha tha.” Maine sakpakate hue kaha.
“Ohh.. thik hai.” Mummy boli aur wo bhi idhar - udhar dekhne lagi.
Achanak kuch vibration si aawaz hui, main Mummy ki or dekha aur Mummy ne meri or. Mummy fir apne bag ki or dekhi or boli.
“Ohh shayad mere mobile hai. Aane se vibrate mode par kar di thi.”
Kehte hue bag se mobile nikaali aur check karne lagi. Koi message tha shayad. Message dekh kar Mummy thodi bechain aur pareshan si ho uthi. Kuch soch kar kuch type krne lagi. 10 second baad fir mobile vibrate hua. Mummy jawab mei fir kuch type ki. Kareeb 10 minute tak aisa hi chalta raha. Achanak se Recording room ka darwaza khula aur Virendra bahar nikal kar bola, “aa jaiye Rupa ji, sab kuch ready hai.” Mummy apna bag uthate hue boli. “Virendra Ji, washroom kidhar hai?”
“Uss taraf… wo raha..” Virendra ne ungli ke ishare se dikhate hue bataya. Mummy mujhe baithne ko bol kar washroom ki taraf badh gayi.
Main wahin baitha aquarium dekhne laga. Sundar aur rang birangi machhliyo ko dekh kar mann prasnn ho raha tha. Soch raha tha ki inki duniya kitni shaant hai, na khaane ka tension na pine ka. Kuch mila to khaya nahi to adjust karte hue bindaas jiya. Abhi ye sab soch hi raha tha ki washroom ka darwaza khula aur usmei se Mummy ache se taiyar ho kar bahar aayi. Taiyar ho kar matlab pallu ko thik se apne sine pe rakha tha, baalon ko thoda aur thik kar li thi. Pehle ki tarah hi peeth aur kandhe ko saree se dhak rakha tha unhone.
Washroom se nikal kar Mummy seedhe Recording room mei jane lagi thi. Recording room ke bahar Virendra khada tha. Usne tokte hue kaha,
“Arey Rupa ji, bag rakh dijiye. Bag ka koi kaam nahi hai andar.”
Sun kar Mummy ruki, meri or dekhi aur mere paas aa kar apna bag aage badhate hue boli,
“Lo sambhalo, dhyan rakhna andar paise aur mobile bhi hai.”
Aur fir palat kar Recording room ki taraf chal di. Jis tarah se unhone kaha ussey aisa laga ke jaise unhone apna bag dene mei sankoch ho raha hai --- Hichak rahi hai --- par kyun? Main to unka apna hu. Mujhse kaisa jhijhak? Aaj se pahle to kabhi aisa nahi hua.
Ye sochte hue meri nazar unki gaand par padi. Sharam se doob marna chahiye… jal kar raakh ho jana chahiye mujhe jaise chhoti soch walo ko --- apni hi mummy ke bare mei koi aisa sochta hai? Par nahi… Maine socha… ye paap kiya maine --- Sochne ke alawa us samay mai kar bhi kya sakta tha? --- Galat sochne ka paap mai karna nahi chahta tha par ye hua --- mere kaaran nahi --- Mummy ke kaaran --- Saree mei tight ho kar lipti unki wo dilkash gaand dekh kar,
‘Aahhaa, kya mast ubhra hua gaand hai. Jee karta hai apna lund inke gaand se sataa kar ghanto khadaa rahu!’
Shayad koi aur hoti mai ab tak jaa kar piche se apne baahon ke sakht giraft mei le kar shayad apna lauda ragad bhi deta… Par nahi… Nahi kiya maine aisa… Kyonki mai aisa paapi nahi hu….. Ya, shayad aisa Paapi banne ka time abhi nahi aaya tha!
Mere dekhte hi dekhte Mummy room mei chali gayi aur room ka darwaza band ho gaya.
Ab us bade se room mei mai aur wo main darwaze ke paas baitha wo kutta tha. Wo bhi meri or aise ghoor kar dekh raha tha jaise ki main koi chor hu. Ek bar to mujhe bhi darr laga par main ye jatana nahi chahta tha isliye chup chap nazar apne mobile par jamaa liya.
Dheere dheere mujhe kuch der pehle beeta wo bus wala kaand yaad aane laga. Aascharya! Kahan to mujhe gussa aur afsos mahsus karna chahiye tha ki maine mummy ki help nahi ki --- par --- ye kya? Sala mai to uttejit hone laga!! Aisa-waisa uttejit nahi; ekdam chaddi phaad uttejit!
Sath hi, Man hi man sochne laga us ladke ke bare mei ki ‘kya daring wala ladka tha yaar… Bhari din-dopahari mei, Beech bus mei itne saare logon ke beech kaise ek shaadishuda aurat ka mazaa le liya... Bhale upar hi upar liya par… liya to sahi. Saale ki kismat bhi aisi thi ki us samay sirf mujhe chhod kar koi bhi un dono ki or nahi dekh raha tha.’
Uss ladke ka Mummy ke baalon ko yu soonghna, baal hataa kar bhari hui peeth dekhna, apne lund ko unke gaand par ragadna, unke kamar aur nabhi ko prem se ji bhar kar sehlana, chuchiyo ko aise dabana jaise wo uski khud ki property ho, pallu ka baar-baar girna, unke deep cleavage ka darshan hona, Mummy ka jaldi se pallu se apne cleavage ko dhakna.. Ahaha…! Waah bhai..!! Swarg si feeling aane lagi thi mujhe --- Fir Mummy ka apna mobile nikaalna …..
“Ohh..!! nikaalna…!!”
Mere ko jhatka laga… mera matlab, hosh aaya…
‘Aakhir wo dono mobile pe kya karne lage the? Kya aise hi time dekh rahe the.?’
Mere dimaag mei ek sath kai ghantiyaan bajne lagi. Mai soch mei doobne laga --- Aur tabhi mujhe yaad aaya ki Mummy ne bag dete hue kaha tha ki, ‘dhyan rakhna andar paise aur mobile bhi hain.’
‘Mobile … hmm …. Zaroor mobile mei kuch hoga.’ Aisa soch kar maine Mummy ka mobile nikaala bag se.
Of course, smartphone tha, pattern lock ke sath --- Mujhe lock kholne aata tha kyuki set bhi maine hi kiya tha --- So, maine lock khol liya. Ab mere samne mobile ka home screen tha… uspe Papa aur Mummy ka ek sath ek pyara sa pic laga hua tha; wallpaper ke roop mei. Dekh kar achaa laga par filhal mai kuch aur dekhna chahta tha... Isliye maine messages check karne shuru kiya --- WhatsApp Messages. WhatsApp kholte hi mujhe ek bina save kiya hua number mila jisse bahot saare messages aaye the aur us number par replies bhi kiye gaye the.
Maine messages ko padhna shuru kiya.
“Hi beautiful, how are you?”
“Kaun hai ?” Ye Mummy ne reply kiya tha.
“O wow…! matlab ki mera shak sahi nikla. Tumne mera number save nahi kiya hai na?”
“Nahi, par tum ho kaun. Kiska number hai ye?” Mummy replied.
“Tumhara bus wala aashiq hu darling.” Harami ko dusro ko zara sa bhi izzat dene nahi aata hai… Apni se umar mei itni badi mahila ko bhi wo maadarjaat ‘tu’ aur ‘tum’ karke baat kar raha hai.
Is Bhosdi wale ko to dekh lunga mai ekdin.
Khair, aage padhna shuru kiya…
“Oh tum.. ! Kya chahiye tumhe? Bus me jo hua woh matra ek durghatna thi isse zyada kuch nahi. Ab messages mat karo aur naa hi phone. Samjhe? Bye !”
“Achhaaaa…! Agar aisi hi baat hai to fir tumne mujhe apna number kyun diya.?”
“Tumne maanga isliye.”
“Maanga..! Tab to aur kuch maangta to wo bhi deti kya?”
“Shut up!”
“Hahahaha… acchaa chalo chhodo inn baato ko. Tumhare liye kuch bhej raha hu… zara dekh kar batao to, kaisa hai?”
“OK…”
Maine time stamp par gaur kiya, ladka 3 minute baad ek aur message kiya tha,
“Waahh, dp to bahut accha lagai ho. Par ek sach baat kahu, tum apni sundar dp wali pic se bhi kahin adhik sundar ho.”
“OK, thanks. Par tumne ye number maanga kyun tha?”
“Tumse baat karne ke liye jaan.”
“Kya baat karni hai.?”
“Pyaar bhari… sex wali.”
“Nahi… Mujhse nahi hoga aur mujhe karni bhi nahi hai.”
“Pakka?!”
“Haan, Pakka.”
“To fir thik hai.”
Maine dekha iske 1 minute baad us ladke ne ek pic bheja hua hai... Aur wo pic dekh kar to mera dimaag hairan ho gaya aur lauda sakht…!
Pic mei Mummy hai! Unka pic samne se thoda teercha ho kar liya gaya tha --- Pic mei Mummy ki aankhein band hain aur unhone apne honth aapas mei dabaa rakhe hain… Thik waise jab aurton ke rag-rag mei youn uttjena ke lehron ke hillore maarne par honth aapas mei dab jaate hain…
Unka pallu unke baaye kandhe par hi hai par saamne se poora hat gaya hai! Ek haath, jo ki dekh kar hi saaf lag raha tha ki unka nahi hai; Mummy ke blouse ke neeche se ho kar unki dono gol chuchiyon ko upar ki taraf uthate hue daayi taraf chala gaya hai… Is tarah se upar uthe hone ke kaaran unki chuchiyan aur bhi adhik qayamat dha rahi hai aur ek lamba sa kareeb 5 inch ka ek black line jo ki unka cleavage hai; saamne bilkul spasht dikh raha hai.!!
(To be Continued....)