25-08-2024, 06:40 AM
Jab main ye sab yaad kar raha tha, tab mummy ne mujse poocha, “Kya hua beta? Kis soch mein par gaye?”
Main jhat se jaag utha aur mummy se kaha, “Kuch nahi, mummy. Bas main yahi bolne wala tha ke main bhi chalta hoon tumhare saath bazaar. Tum itna samaan akele utha paogi.”
Meri mummy ye sun ke bohot khush ho gayi. Unhone mere gaal pe ek chutki kati aur haste hue kahi, “Arey mera laadla. Kinta khayal rakhta hain mummy ka. Theek hain, chal mere saath.”
Maine jaldi apne kapde badal liye aur hum dono bahar chal pade. Dhoop kaafi thi, par hum dono ke paas chatri thi, jise kholne ke karan, dhoop ki tezi thodi kam mahsoos ho rahi thi. Main mummy ke saath is liye jana chahta tha kiyuki mujhe unki fikar thi, khaas kar un dono – Salim aur Nayan – ki baatein sunne ke baad. Mujhe dar tha ki agar maine mummy ko akele bazaar jane diya toh who basti-wale unke saath kuch galat kar sakte hain. Shayad main iss bare mein kuch zyada hi soch raha tha, lekin doston akhir woh meri mummy hain aur unki fikar main nahi toh aur kaun karega. Raaste mein chalte chalte kaafi logo ke saath hamari mulakat hui. Maine bhi dhyan diya ke mummy ko raaste mein kaafi bande ghur ghur ke dekh rahe the. Aur mujhe achi tarah se malum tha kyun.
Mummy ki saree dhoop mein lagbhag transparent ho chuki thi. Unki chikni pet aur naabhi saree ke bhetar se bhi saaf dikh rahi thi. Upar se garmi ki wajah se woh pasine mein ek dam bheeg chuki thi aur unke laal rang ka blouse unke sharir ke saath ekdam chipak chuka tha. Isse unke mammon ke bich ki daraar aur bhi acche se dikhi ja rahi thi. Shukar is baat ka tha ke saree ke tahen ki wajah se kam se kam unke kamar ke neeche kuch dikh nahi raha tha.
Ab doston mujhe pata hain ke ye poshak kisi sabhya ghar ki shaadishuda aurat ko shayad shobha nahi deti. Lekin mujhe ye bhi maloom hain ki meri mummy ek nihayiti sharif aur nishthavan housewife hain. Unpe mujhe ya mere papa ko koi bhi shaq nahi tha. Parantu ye baat bhi sach hain ke woh kapdo ke mamle mein thodi bohot laaparavaah aur bholi hain. Unke hisab se duniya mein zyadatar log ache hote hain aur unpe bharosa na karna bewakoofi hain.
Hum jab bazaar pahuchne hi waale the, tab hamare ghar ke paas rehne waale ek aadmi ke saath hamari mulakat hui. Mummy unse baatein karne ke liye ruk gayi, lekin main kuch hadh tak aage badh gaya. Us aadmi ka naam Shyam hain aur woh ek retired military officer hain. Unki umar kuch 55 ke aas-paas hogi aur unka kadh lagbhag 6 foot ka tha. Woh dikhne main kaale aur kaafi badsoorat the aur unka pet kaafi bada tha. Unki daari kaafi khuradaree thi, mano jaise theek se shave nahi karte ho. Woh mummy ke saath baatein karte karte kabhi-kabhar unke mammon ke beech ki daraar par nazar daalte. Mummy bhi iss gustakhi ke liye unse kuch keh nahi rahi thi, bass apne aap hi bake ja rahi thi.
Thodi der baad, unhone kaha, “Acha didi aap jaiye sabzi-waghera kharid lijiye. Main aapse baad mein milne aaunga.” Yeh kehke uss saand jaise aadmi ne mummy ko ek shararti muskaan di, jise mummy ne ascharya ki nazron se dekha, aur phir who dono apne apne raste chal base. Jekin jaane se pehle, jab meri mummy mudi, tab woh aadmi bhi ghuma aur kuch second tak unhone mummy ke hilte hue gaand ko dekhke ke, phir se muskurake age ulti disha mein chalne laga. Mujhe Shyam Uncle ka bartaw dekh ke kuch theek nahi laga, lekin maine uss waqt mummy se kuch kaha nahi.
Jab hum bazaar mein pravesh hue, tab kaafi log waha pahale se the. Hamari tarah woh bhi kharidaari karne aaye the. Bhir kaafi thi aur hume majbooran logon ko dhakka de de ke aage badhna par raha tha. Mujhe toh isme koi problem nahi ho rahi thi, lekin mummy badi duvidha mein padh chuki thi. Kyunki unke aas paas jitne bhi mard the – jawaan aur buddhe – sab mummy ke jism par halke se apne haath sekh rahe the. Mummy ko bhi pata chal chuka tha ki ye tharki janwar mauke ka fayda uthane ki koshish kar rahe the aur unhone jhat se apne stan’o ke upar haath rakh diya tha, taake koi galti se bhi unhe daba na sake. Lekin ye koshish bhi bekar thi kyunki jab unn badmasho ne jab unke mamme chune mein nakaam ho gaye, tab un logon ne unki gaand par haath ferna shuru kar diya tha. Mujhe unke liye bura toh bohot lag raha tha, lekin main unse kaafi door tha aur isi vajah se main kuch nahi kar pa raha tha. Upar se meri mummy ka yeh duvida-janak nazara dekh ke, meri lulli mein bhi mano praan aa gaye the. Usne bhi thirakna shuru kar diya tha.
Jaise taise kar ke hum dono jis sabziwale se milne jaa rahe the, uske paas akhirkar pohuch hi gaye. Lekin meri mummy ki haalat kaafi kharab ho chuki thi. Unke baal, jo unhone ghar se nikalne se pehle, ache se brush kiye the, woh kaafi hadh tak bikhar chuka tha…..unke saree ke piche ka hissa bhi kaafi khuradara ho chuka tha – mano jaise kisi ne unki gaand kass ke dabayi ho…..aur unki blouse ek kandhe se slip hoke shoulder pe atak gayi thi, jisse unka safed bra-strap nazar aa raha tha. Mummy bohot hi gusse mein lag rahi thi. Unhone jaldi se apni saree theek kari aur blouse ko shoulder se upar kiya, taake bra-strap phir se dhak jaaye. Unhone apna pallu bhi sahi se set kar diya mammon ke upar, taaki unki cleavage zyaada na dikhe.
Sabizwaale ne mummy ko yeh sab karte hue dekha aur woh bhi besharmo ki tarah ye nazara dekh ke ekbar muh band kar ke thoda-bohot hass liya. “Kyun Bhabiji? Kya kya chahiye bataiye?”, sabziwale ne poocha.
Mummy ke peeche bheed jama ho rahi thi, isliye unhe jaldi batana pada, “Ek kheera, ek bangan, aur 250gm tamatar dena bhaiya jaldi…”
“Lekin Bhabhiji kheera kis liye chahiye? Bade bhaiya kahi bahar gaye huye hain kya?”, yeh bolke woh phir se hass para, apne gande, pele pele daant dikha ke. Mujhe samajh mein aa gaya ke woh kya kehne ki koshish kar raha tha. Aur itna hi nahi, usne itni zor se ye baat batayi thi, ke mummy ke piche khade rehne waale log bhi sabziwale ke iss sawal se hass pare. Sabko samaj aa gaya tha, lekin meri mummy bilkul ascharya thi – yani ki unhe sawal ka tyatparya samaj nahi aaya tha. Unhone ne badi hi masoomiyat se sabziwale se poocha, “Matlab? Tere bhaiya akele hi hain jinko kheera pasand hain kya?” Ye baat sunke, unke piche khade hue log dobara hass pade.
"Oh, maaf kijiye, Bhabhiji. Ab bataiye, aur kuch chahiye?"
Meri maa ne sabziwale ki tokri ke kone mein ek ajeeb si sabzi dekhi. Woh aakar mein papite jaisi thi, lekin kuch alag thi. "Woh kya hai?", usne apni baayein ungli uthakar poochha.
"Kaun sa?" Dukandaar idhar-udhar dekhne laga, yeh samajhne ki koshish karte hue ki woh kya ishara kar rahi thi.
Phir, bina kisi chetawani ke, woh apni kamar se jhuki aur apni ungli us sabzi par rakh di jo uske ghutno ke paas thi. Jaise hi usne aisa kiya, uska pallu uske kandhon se phisal kar zameen par gir gaya. Uske blouse se dhake hue stan aur gehri cleavage ab sabziwale ke apriyadarshi chehre se kuch inch ki doori par the.
"Yeh wala!...is sabzi ko kya kehte hain?"
Sabziwala jawab nahi de paya. Woh meri maa ki bhari hui cleavage aur uske pasine se bhare bagal ke beech apni nazar ghumane mein vyast tha, jahan ab uske blouse par ek geela dhabba ban gaya tha. Jab sabziwala usko besharmmi se ghoor raha tha, mujhe apna lund khada hota hua mehsoos hua. Main jaanta tha ki yeh sharmnaak tha aur mujhe apni maa ko chetawani deni chahiye thi, lekin kuch andar se chahta tha ki yeh jari rahe.
Sabziwala ne apni jeebh se apne sukhe honth geele kiye, uski aankhen meri maa ke ubhre huye stanon par tiki hui thi jo ab uske geele blouse se chipak gaye the. Uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, aur main dekh sakta tha ki uske patloon ke saamne ek ubhaar ban raha tha.
"B-bhabhiji," usne hichkichate hue kaha, "Yeh ek... vishesh prakar ki lauki hai. Bahut... ras bhari aur swadisht. Aap... aap ise apne haathon se chhu kar dekh sakti hain."
Meri maa, apni position se anjaan, muskurai aur apne haath ko aage badhaya. Jaise hi usne us sabzi ko chhua, sabziwale ne apna haath uske haath par rakh diya, uski ungliyaan meri maa ki ungliyaan ke beech mein ghusate hue.
"Dekho na, Bhabhiji," usne dheeme se kaha, "Kitni mulayam aur gol hai. Bilkul tumhari... matlab, bilkul perfect hai."
Achanak, meri maa ne dekha ki woh ganda aadmi kya dekh raha tha aur turant apne bade blouse-covered stanon ko pallu se dhak liya. Phir woh seedhi khadi ho gayi.
Sabziwale ne turant apni galti samajh li aur bola, "Woh squash kehlaata hai, Bhabhiji. Yeh yahan ka nahi hai. Agar aap chahen to ise ghar le jakar chakh sakti hain."
Meri maa sabziwale ke aise tarike se dekhne se bahut naraz thi. Usne gusse se kaha, "Mujhe tumhara squash nahi chahiye. Batao baaki sabziyon ka kitna hua."
Sabziwale ne phir use raashi batai, jiske baad usne use paise diye aur hum wahan se chale gaye. Maine jaldi se apne pairo ke beech dekha apni current halat dekhne ke liye. Mere lund ki khadapan chali gayi thi lekin mere pet ke andar ki bhavnaayein abhi bhi josh mein thi...
Main jhat se jaag utha aur mummy se kaha, “Kuch nahi, mummy. Bas main yahi bolne wala tha ke main bhi chalta hoon tumhare saath bazaar. Tum itna samaan akele utha paogi.”
Meri mummy ye sun ke bohot khush ho gayi. Unhone mere gaal pe ek chutki kati aur haste hue kahi, “Arey mera laadla. Kinta khayal rakhta hain mummy ka. Theek hain, chal mere saath.”
Maine jaldi apne kapde badal liye aur hum dono bahar chal pade. Dhoop kaafi thi, par hum dono ke paas chatri thi, jise kholne ke karan, dhoop ki tezi thodi kam mahsoos ho rahi thi. Main mummy ke saath is liye jana chahta tha kiyuki mujhe unki fikar thi, khaas kar un dono – Salim aur Nayan – ki baatein sunne ke baad. Mujhe dar tha ki agar maine mummy ko akele bazaar jane diya toh who basti-wale unke saath kuch galat kar sakte hain. Shayad main iss bare mein kuch zyada hi soch raha tha, lekin doston akhir woh meri mummy hain aur unki fikar main nahi toh aur kaun karega. Raaste mein chalte chalte kaafi logo ke saath hamari mulakat hui. Maine bhi dhyan diya ke mummy ko raaste mein kaafi bande ghur ghur ke dekh rahe the. Aur mujhe achi tarah se malum tha kyun.
Mummy ki saree dhoop mein lagbhag transparent ho chuki thi. Unki chikni pet aur naabhi saree ke bhetar se bhi saaf dikh rahi thi. Upar se garmi ki wajah se woh pasine mein ek dam bheeg chuki thi aur unke laal rang ka blouse unke sharir ke saath ekdam chipak chuka tha. Isse unke mammon ke bich ki daraar aur bhi acche se dikhi ja rahi thi. Shukar is baat ka tha ke saree ke tahen ki wajah se kam se kam unke kamar ke neeche kuch dikh nahi raha tha.
Ab doston mujhe pata hain ke ye poshak kisi sabhya ghar ki shaadishuda aurat ko shayad shobha nahi deti. Lekin mujhe ye bhi maloom hain ki meri mummy ek nihayiti sharif aur nishthavan housewife hain. Unpe mujhe ya mere papa ko koi bhi shaq nahi tha. Parantu ye baat bhi sach hain ke woh kapdo ke mamle mein thodi bohot laaparavaah aur bholi hain. Unke hisab se duniya mein zyadatar log ache hote hain aur unpe bharosa na karna bewakoofi hain.
Hum jab bazaar pahuchne hi waale the, tab hamare ghar ke paas rehne waale ek aadmi ke saath hamari mulakat hui. Mummy unse baatein karne ke liye ruk gayi, lekin main kuch hadh tak aage badh gaya. Us aadmi ka naam Shyam hain aur woh ek retired military officer hain. Unki umar kuch 55 ke aas-paas hogi aur unka kadh lagbhag 6 foot ka tha. Woh dikhne main kaale aur kaafi badsoorat the aur unka pet kaafi bada tha. Unki daari kaafi khuradaree thi, mano jaise theek se shave nahi karte ho. Woh mummy ke saath baatein karte karte kabhi-kabhar unke mammon ke beech ki daraar par nazar daalte. Mummy bhi iss gustakhi ke liye unse kuch keh nahi rahi thi, bass apne aap hi bake ja rahi thi.
Thodi der baad, unhone kaha, “Acha didi aap jaiye sabzi-waghera kharid lijiye. Main aapse baad mein milne aaunga.” Yeh kehke uss saand jaise aadmi ne mummy ko ek shararti muskaan di, jise mummy ne ascharya ki nazron se dekha, aur phir who dono apne apne raste chal base. Jekin jaane se pehle, jab meri mummy mudi, tab woh aadmi bhi ghuma aur kuch second tak unhone mummy ke hilte hue gaand ko dekhke ke, phir se muskurake age ulti disha mein chalne laga. Mujhe Shyam Uncle ka bartaw dekh ke kuch theek nahi laga, lekin maine uss waqt mummy se kuch kaha nahi.
Jab hum bazaar mein pravesh hue, tab kaafi log waha pahale se the. Hamari tarah woh bhi kharidaari karne aaye the. Bhir kaafi thi aur hume majbooran logon ko dhakka de de ke aage badhna par raha tha. Mujhe toh isme koi problem nahi ho rahi thi, lekin mummy badi duvidha mein padh chuki thi. Kyunki unke aas paas jitne bhi mard the – jawaan aur buddhe – sab mummy ke jism par halke se apne haath sekh rahe the. Mummy ko bhi pata chal chuka tha ki ye tharki janwar mauke ka fayda uthane ki koshish kar rahe the aur unhone jhat se apne stan’o ke upar haath rakh diya tha, taake koi galti se bhi unhe daba na sake. Lekin ye koshish bhi bekar thi kyunki jab unn badmasho ne jab unke mamme chune mein nakaam ho gaye, tab un logon ne unki gaand par haath ferna shuru kar diya tha. Mujhe unke liye bura toh bohot lag raha tha, lekin main unse kaafi door tha aur isi vajah se main kuch nahi kar pa raha tha. Upar se meri mummy ka yeh duvida-janak nazara dekh ke, meri lulli mein bhi mano praan aa gaye the. Usne bhi thirakna shuru kar diya tha.
Jaise taise kar ke hum dono jis sabziwale se milne jaa rahe the, uske paas akhirkar pohuch hi gaye. Lekin meri mummy ki haalat kaafi kharab ho chuki thi. Unke baal, jo unhone ghar se nikalne se pehle, ache se brush kiye the, woh kaafi hadh tak bikhar chuka tha…..unke saree ke piche ka hissa bhi kaafi khuradara ho chuka tha – mano jaise kisi ne unki gaand kass ke dabayi ho…..aur unki blouse ek kandhe se slip hoke shoulder pe atak gayi thi, jisse unka safed bra-strap nazar aa raha tha. Mummy bohot hi gusse mein lag rahi thi. Unhone jaldi se apni saree theek kari aur blouse ko shoulder se upar kiya, taake bra-strap phir se dhak jaaye. Unhone apna pallu bhi sahi se set kar diya mammon ke upar, taaki unki cleavage zyaada na dikhe.
Sabizwaale ne mummy ko yeh sab karte hue dekha aur woh bhi besharmo ki tarah ye nazara dekh ke ekbar muh band kar ke thoda-bohot hass liya. “Kyun Bhabiji? Kya kya chahiye bataiye?”, sabziwale ne poocha.
Mummy ke peeche bheed jama ho rahi thi, isliye unhe jaldi batana pada, “Ek kheera, ek bangan, aur 250gm tamatar dena bhaiya jaldi…”
“Lekin Bhabhiji kheera kis liye chahiye? Bade bhaiya kahi bahar gaye huye hain kya?”, yeh bolke woh phir se hass para, apne gande, pele pele daant dikha ke. Mujhe samajh mein aa gaya ke woh kya kehne ki koshish kar raha tha. Aur itna hi nahi, usne itni zor se ye baat batayi thi, ke mummy ke piche khade rehne waale log bhi sabziwale ke iss sawal se hass pare. Sabko samaj aa gaya tha, lekin meri mummy bilkul ascharya thi – yani ki unhe sawal ka tyatparya samaj nahi aaya tha. Unhone ne badi hi masoomiyat se sabziwale se poocha, “Matlab? Tere bhaiya akele hi hain jinko kheera pasand hain kya?” Ye baat sunke, unke piche khade hue log dobara hass pade.
"Oh, maaf kijiye, Bhabhiji. Ab bataiye, aur kuch chahiye?"
Meri maa ne sabziwale ki tokri ke kone mein ek ajeeb si sabzi dekhi. Woh aakar mein papite jaisi thi, lekin kuch alag thi. "Woh kya hai?", usne apni baayein ungli uthakar poochha.
"Kaun sa?" Dukandaar idhar-udhar dekhne laga, yeh samajhne ki koshish karte hue ki woh kya ishara kar rahi thi.
Phir, bina kisi chetawani ke, woh apni kamar se jhuki aur apni ungli us sabzi par rakh di jo uske ghutno ke paas thi. Jaise hi usne aisa kiya, uska pallu uske kandhon se phisal kar zameen par gir gaya. Uske blouse se dhake hue stan aur gehri cleavage ab sabziwale ke apriyadarshi chehre se kuch inch ki doori par the.
"Yeh wala!...is sabzi ko kya kehte hain?"
Sabziwala jawab nahi de paya. Woh meri maa ki bhari hui cleavage aur uske pasine se bhare bagal ke beech apni nazar ghumane mein vyast tha, jahan ab uske blouse par ek geela dhabba ban gaya tha. Jab sabziwala usko besharmmi se ghoor raha tha, mujhe apna lund khada hota hua mehsoos hua. Main jaanta tha ki yeh sharmnaak tha aur mujhe apni maa ko chetawani deni chahiye thi, lekin kuch andar se chahta tha ki yeh jari rahe.
Sabziwala ne apni jeebh se apne sukhe honth geele kiye, uski aankhen meri maa ke ubhre huye stanon par tiki hui thi jo ab uske geele blouse se chipak gaye the. Uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, aur main dekh sakta tha ki uske patloon ke saamne ek ubhaar ban raha tha.
"B-bhabhiji," usne hichkichate hue kaha, "Yeh ek... vishesh prakar ki lauki hai. Bahut... ras bhari aur swadisht. Aap... aap ise apne haathon se chhu kar dekh sakti hain."
Meri maa, apni position se anjaan, muskurai aur apne haath ko aage badhaya. Jaise hi usne us sabzi ko chhua, sabziwale ne apna haath uske haath par rakh diya, uski ungliyaan meri maa ki ungliyaan ke beech mein ghusate hue.
"Dekho na, Bhabhiji," usne dheeme se kaha, "Kitni mulayam aur gol hai. Bilkul tumhari... matlab, bilkul perfect hai."
Achanak, meri maa ne dekha ki woh ganda aadmi kya dekh raha tha aur turant apne bade blouse-covered stanon ko pallu se dhak liya. Phir woh seedhi khadi ho gayi.
Sabziwale ne turant apni galti samajh li aur bola, "Woh squash kehlaata hai, Bhabhiji. Yeh yahan ka nahi hai. Agar aap chahen to ise ghar le jakar chakh sakti hain."
Meri maa sabziwale ke aise tarike se dekhne se bahut naraz thi. Usne gusse se kaha, "Mujhe tumhara squash nahi chahiye. Batao baaki sabziyon ka kitna hua."
Sabziwale ne phir use raashi batai, jiske baad usne use paise diye aur hum wahan se chale gaye. Maine jaldi se apne pairo ke beech dekha apni current halat dekhne ke liye. Mere lund ki khadapan chali gayi thi lekin mere pet ke andar ki bhavnaayein abhi bhi josh mein thi...
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