05-07-2025, 02:19 PM
Update 22
mohalle ki chai tapri – subah 10:05 am
ek chhoti si gali ka kone — jahan ek purani tapri se garma garam adrak chai ki mehek nikal rahi hoti hai.
raamu kaka chai bana rahe hote hain — stove pe patili chadhhi hoti hai, saath mein rusk ke packets aur cigarette ke cartons side mein thik se lage hote hain.
bench pe kaleem chacha ek haath mein prabhat kiran ka newspaper, aur doosre haath mein chai ka glass leke baithe hote hain.
saath mein hariram kaku aur suresh mama halki-halki garmi ki shikayat karte hue politics pe discussion chhed rahe hote hain.
tabhi ek bike ki awaaz aati hai — arjun apna black half-jacket pehne, sunglasses lagaye, casual walk mein aata hai.
bike ek kone pe park karke sidha tapri ke paas pahuchta hai.
arjun (stretch karta hua, halki si akhri neend lete hue mood mein):
“raamu kaka… ek gold flake dena, aur agar extra kadak chai ho toh woh bhi.”
raamu kaka hansi rokte hue cigarette nikalte hain, aur bolte hain:
raamu kaka:
“arre beta… subah-subah cigarette? college mein kya aaj boring lecture tha ?”
arjun cigarette lete hue thoda muskurata hai:
arjun:
“nahi kaka… lecture toh zindagi ka chal raha hai. lekin neend aaj bhi bistar mein reh gayi hai.”
bench pe kaleem chacha taunt maarkar kehte hain:
kaleem chacha (teasing):
Neend bistar me reh gayi ya puri raat upar niche karta raha
arjun or baki sab hasnte hai, ek puff leke aankhon ko sky ki taraf ghumata hai — phir cheeky tone mein:
arjun:
“dil ki chemistry sambhalne ke liye kabhi-kabhi nicotine ka reaction zaroori hota hai.”
hariram kaku aur suresh mama zor se haas padte hain.
hariram (laughte hue):
aisa kya kar raha tha ki subah subah cigrette ki jarurat pad gayi
Arjun
Wahi jo ek jawan chhora karta hai jawani mein
Uski baat sun kar sab budhe hans padte hai,
Hariram kaka(proudly)
Hatt behenchod, yeh nasal bhi koi nasal hai na kisi ke bache hote or hote to bas 2 2.. are jawani to humare jamane me thi, maa cho puri raat lugaj taangein uthaye padi rehti thi or karne wale ko bhi maza aata tha...
Sab log ek sath jor se hanste hai,arjun bhi ciggerate ke chhalle chhodta bolta hai
Arjun
Maza to ab bhi aata hai kaka, bas sahi lugai chunani chahiye... Ab har lugai ki taangein thodi uthai ja sakti hai, upar ka maal bhi to dekha jata hai or agar lugai tikka kabab khane wali ho to kehna hi kya... Phool kar gubbare ho jate hai
Sare budhe badtamizi ke sath apne se aadhi se bhi addhi umar ke ladki baato par hanste hai.arjun ek lamha cigarette ka last puff leta hai, phir haath se cup leke ek sip leta hai eyes still half-lazy.
tapri pe subah ka halka rush badh raha hota hai — doodh wale jaa rahe hote hain, ek do cycle wale bacche college ki uniform mein tapri ke pass se jaa rahe hote hain.
arjun khud se bolta hai:
arjun (half-whisper):
“subah ka time hai, par mohalle ki gossip full active hai.”
chai khatam karta hai, phir cigarette crush karta hai zameen par.
jaate-jaate raamu kaka ke paas jhukta hai aur naughty tone mein bolta hai:
arjun (softly):
“aur haan kaka… mere baap ko mat batana ki cigarette le raha tha...”
raamu kaka hansi rokte hue, aankhon se ishara karte hain — ek muskaan ke saath:
kya arjun bhaiya… aaj tak kab bataya jo ab bata denge?”
arjun cheeky smile deta hai, phir shades adjust karke bike pe baithta hai — engine start karta hai aur mohalle ki galiyaan dust-free karte hue aage nikal jaata hai.
Pratap ka ghar – morning 10:00 am
andar ek thandi si khamoshi hoti hai. arjun apne room ka darwaza dhakka deke kholta hai. sunlight khidki ke net se andar aa rahi hoti hai — halki-halki dusty rays.
andar koi nahi hota. pratap, madhu sab gayab. ghar usual se zyada khaali lagta hai.
arjun bed ke kone pe baithe-baithe phone ka plug lagata hai. phone ka screen dead hota hai — kal raat se off pada tha.
plug jaise hi lagta hai — phone ka black screen dheere dheere glow karta hai.
phir ek “charging” ka icon blink karta hai.
arjun bina kuch dekhe apne shirt utarta hai aur washroom ki taraf nikal jaata hai. washroom ka darwaza poora band nahi hota thoda ajar rehta hai.
CAMERA FRAME: washroom ka semi-open door – arjun ki peeth blur – CENTER me phone charging par pada hai
toh camera focus karta hai:
screen black se on hoti hai — aur ek dum se:
TIN-TIN!
TIN-TIN-TIN!
TINNNNN!!
message ki barish — notifications ek ke baad ek
pratap singh:
kahan ho beta? azhar chacha ki tabiyat bigad gayi hai. hospital jaa rahe hain. turant aa.
? madhu mom:
arjun! barish ho rahi hai, tu ghar kyu nahi aaya ab tak? bata bhi nahi raha kuch.
? shanu:
arjun! jaldi ghar aa ja gadhe… yaha bahut emergency hai. sab pareshaan hain.
? ammu:
arjun… jaldi ghar aa jao. mujhe tumse kuch zaroori baat karni hai.
screen blink karti rehti hai — messages ek ke baad ek upar chadhte hain, saath mein background mein ek light vibration aur wo old-college tin-tin tone.
washroom – arjun paani se munh dhota hai, aankhen band – pata nahi ab tak kya miss ho gaya hai
phir towel se muh pochta hai, half-wet hairs – aur bottle kholke paani peeta hai, thoda stress se.
jaise hi haath se towel hataata hai — uski nazar phone par padti hai.
screen full white text se bhari hoti hai.
wo aake phone uthata hai, thumb se screen slide karta hai.
ek-ek message padta jaata hai. aankhon ka expression badalne lagta hai.
pratap ka message padhte hi uska forehead tight ho jaata hai.
madhu ka message padhte waqt wo thoda guilty sa feel karta hai.
shanu ka message pe ek chhoti si smile bhi aati hai, lekin tension ke neeche dab jaati hai.
aur jab ammu ka message padhta hai…
"arjun… jaldi ghar aa jao. mujhe tumse kuch zaroori baat karni hai."
uski aankhon mein soft halt aata hai — jaise kuch toot gaya ho ya kuch samajh gaya ho.
phone ki screen band karta h shirt nikal kar change karta hai, bina kuch khaaye seedha nikal padta hai.
gate band nahi karta — sirf dhakka deke peeche dekhta hai ek baar, phir seedha raste pe nikal jaata hai.
azhar ka ghar – bahar wali gali – subah 10:25 AM
camera pehle arjun ko dikhata hai — fast walk mein, aankhon mein stress, phone haath mein tightly pakda hua.
tabhi left side se ek 'phat-phati' awaaz ke saath ek purani light-blue scooter aati hai.
handle pe taz hota hai — basic t-shirt, slightly wrinkled jeans, par aankhon mein ek thakaa hua pressure.
wo brake daba ke scooter seedha azhar ke gate ke paas lagaata hai.
helmet utaarte waqt uski nazar arjun pe padti hai — jo already wahan pahuch chuka hota hai, fence ke andar ghusne hi wala hota hai.
taz ek second ke liye uski bechain aankhon, thodi seethi walk, aur phone tightly pakde haathon ko dekhta hai — aur uske lips pe ek halka sa smirk nikalta hai.
taz (andar sochta hai, sarcastic smile ke saath):
“toh isse bhi lag gayi hai... wahi ladki… wahi rishta... aur wahi bechainee.”
lekin phir, helmet apni scooter pe rakhte hue, uski aankhon ka expression dheere dheere serious ho jaata hai — uska khud ka dard surface pe aane lagta hai.
taz (andar ki awaaz, soft aur halka toota sa):
“jise main bachpan se dekh raha hoon… jise har bar chhup kar protect kiya… usse aaj koi aur dekhne aa raha hai…”
arjun gate me se andar jaane hi wala hota hai, tabhi ek pal ke liye uski nazar taz se milti hai.
na dono kuch bolte hain, na smile karte hain — bas aankhen lock hoti hain.
ek aankhon ka conversation — jo keh deta hai ki dono jaante hain…
dono apni jagah bekaarar hain… dono andar kuch dabaaye hue hain.
taz thoda sa neck tilt karke uske jaane ki direction me dekhta hai, phir scooter ka stand maar ke side ho jaata hai, aur gate ke bahar hi khada rehta hai.
azhar ka ghar – drawing room – subah 10:25 am
sara ghar ekdum tayar.
kitchen se freshly fried pakodon ki khushboo aa rahi hoti hai, drawing room me mithaiyon ki thali saj chuki hoti hai, chandi ke glasson me rooh afza, aur ek corner me gulab ke phoolon se saja paani ka surahi.
**clock ki second needle tik-tik kar rahi hoti hai — aur needle 10:15 ke upar aa chuki hoti hai.
madhu dupatta set karti baar-baar door ki taraf dekhti hai. asma corner ka sofa dhul ke piche khadi hoti hai — uski eyes bhi gate pe.
shanu ek stool pe baithe, ammu ke dupatte ka pleat thik kar rahi hoti hai — lekin har 30 second mein aankh ghadi ki taraf chali jaati hai.
ammu baithi to hoti hai, lekin uske haath lap mein zyada time ek jagah nahi rukte — kabhi kangan ko seedha karti, kabhi ring ko ghumati.
azhar apna halka sa jhukta hua badan leke sofa ke edge par baithe hote hain — kurta perfectly press kiya hua, lekin aankhon mein thodi pareshaani.
zaheer ek side ki wall ke paas khada hota hai — haathon ki ungliyan pichhle 10 minute se ek dusre ke upar rahti hain, jise wo baar baar rub kar raha hota hai — wajah sirf ek: waqt.
ek chhoti silence ke baad pratap aankh ghuma kar puchta hai:
pratap (softly, halki si cheekh ke saath):
“azhar … time toh 10 baje ka tha na?”
azhar ek thandi saans ke saath sir hilata hai, aankh gate par tiki hoti hai:
azhar:
“haan… bola toh tha.
shayad raste me traffic…”
madhu kitchen se nikal ke bolti hai — aawaz mein soft urgency:
madhu:
“main pakode thode aur garam kar leti hoon, thande ho rahe hain…”
shanu ammu ki aankhon me dekhti hai, halki si muskurahat laane ki koshish karti hai:
shanu:
“maybe woh log gate pe ho… kabhi-kabhi log bina call kiye aa jaate hain…”
ammu bas ek halka sa sir hila ke aankhen jhuka leti hai. uske chehre pe halka tension — jisme na khushi poori hai, na dar kam.
phir achanak ek badi saans le kar zaheer ghar ke andar chala jaata hai, jaise usse khud ko thoda sambhalna ho.
clock – 10:27 am dikhata hai. ghar mein sab ready hain.
mehmaan ke liye khushbu, chai, mithai, log, beti — sab sje hain.
bas waqt... aur intezaar ka woh aadha ghanta, sabke andar alag-alag taraah ka khinchav daal raha hota hai.
azhar ka ghar – gate – subah 10:29 AM (comedy tone)
gate thoda khula hai. hawa andar jaa rahi hai, par koi aur nahi.
andar se madhu ki aawaz aati hai:
madhu (andar se):
“shanu zara dekh le gate pe koi toh nahi khada!”
tabhi arjun seedha gate pe pahuchta hai.
pant halka geela, shirt thoda crumpled, haath me phone, muh pe pura main-late-ho-gaya look.
andar kadam rakhta hai — thoda hesitant, thoda confident.
porch ke pass ammu baithi hoti hai — pink suit, halki si nervous vibe, aankhon mein thoda thoda ghoomta hua stress.
arjun ka kadam andar jaate hi unki aankhen milti hain —
bas 1 second ke liye.
ek dum original Netflix slow motion vibe.
background silent.
sirf aankhen.
ammu ki aankhon me: “tu ab aaya hai , lekin ab kya fayda???
aur phir... aati hai husna.
bahar se shor:
gate se ek mini-earthquake jaisa impact hota hai — husna ka entry!
green shiny anarkali, neck pe extra dupatta jisme border bhi border se thaka hua ho.
haath me clutch, aur muh me smile nahi — pura buffet.
husna ek dum direct arjun ki direction me:
husna (chodti hui):
beta zara side ho jao…
aur bina rukke, bina mod ke, bina speed kam kiye, husna…
THAAK!
arjun se takra jaati hai.
arjun = projectile motion.
uska body ek half spiral me ghoomta hai — sunglasses ud jaate hain, haath automatic wall pakad leta hai.
ek corner me land karta hai jaise koi bouncer ne party se bahar fek diya ho.
background me koi music nahi, sirf ek awaaz:
“uff… meri reedh ki haddi…” (arjun whisper me)
husna ko pata bhi nahi chala
woh already andar daakhil ho chuki hoti hai jaise koi wedding ka theme song.
aur uske peeche pure rishtedaaron ki ek full baraat.
arjun wall ke pass sambhalte hue apne sunglasses uthata hai
ek aankh se dekhta hai sab taraf,
aur sirf ek chehra dhoondta hai
lekin ammu ka focus ab gate pe nahi, husna pe hai.
arjun ke muh se halki si frustrated saans nikalti hai:
arjun (andar hi andar):
Are moti, insaan hai ya bhains.... Hayeee
andar koi kuch nahi bolta. sabko mehmaanon ka swag handle karna hai.
madhu smile fix karke welcome ke mood me.
pratap polite nod ke saath greetings ready kar raha hota hai.
mehmaan andar aa chuke hain. husna ne apna dupatta teen jagah adjust kar liya hai, aur ek bada sa handbag corner table pe rakh diya gaya hai jaise koi pooja ki thaali ho.
saath aaye uncle-type log khamoshi se baith gaye hain — sabko lagta hai ki husna hi in sab ka spokesperson hai (aur waise hai bhi).
madhu, pratap, azhar — sab formal si muskaan ke saath unka welcome kar rahe hote hain.
husna already tone me hoti hai:
husna (hawa me haath ghumate hue):
“toh bhai sab, kya kehne aap logon ke. jaise film ka set lag raha hai… bas shahrukh khan ki kami hai, warna baaki sab ready hai!”
pratap ek halki si muskurahat ke saath sir hilata hai.
madhu politely respond karti hai:
“aapka swagat hai husna ji, sab kuch bas aap logon ke liye tayyar kiya hai.”
husna ek cushion adjust karti hai aur aankhen gol gol ghumake kehti hai:
husna:
“hum toh keh rahe the, ladki dekhne aaye hain ya buffet ke liye aaye hain… itni khushboo aayi ke bhook lag gayi mujhe toh.”
sab thoda hansi rok kar professional bane rehte hain, lekin pratap ki aankhon me halka sparkle aa jaata hai.
azhar ke muh se nikalta hai (halke stress bhare smile ke saath):
“khana toh hoga hi, pehle ek chai-pani ho jaaye…”
camera frame shift karta hai —
taz enter karta hai, scooter ki chaabi ghumata hua, ek hand pocket me.
andar ka setup dekhte hi uski nazar sidha wall se chipke hue arjun pe jaa tikti hai —
jo abhi bhi ek kone me khada, sunglasses pocket me, aur chehra thoda “yeh sab kya ho raha hai” zone me.
taz ke lips pe wahi classic smirk.
taz (andar hi andar):
“bhai sahab toh ladki dekhne aaye mehmaanon se pehle dhakke kha gaye...
champion level timing leke aaye ho arjun bhai.”
taz casually slippers utarta hai, aur side se walk karta hai —
arjun ke pass se guzarte waqt bina dekhe kehta hai:
taz (narmi se, halki taang kheechi jaise):
“aaj bhi diwar se pyar hai ya husna ka asar zyada gehra tha?”
arjun aankh ghumakar usse dekhta hai — ek "tu chup reh" look deta hai.
par kuch nahi bolta, bas halki saans chhodta hai.
taz ek smile chhupata hai aur drawing room ke edge me baith jaata hai, ek biskut ka tukda uthate hue jaise usne kuch bhi notice na kiya ho.
andar: meeting ka casual flow chalu
husna:
“toh yeh thi inki beti… ammu, naam bhi itna pyara… amreen,
madhu:
“jee… amreen. lekin ghar me sab ammu kehke bulate hain.”
husna:
“arey toh ammu hi theek, ab asli naam toh sirf paper pe likhne ke kaam aata hai!”
(sab polite smile dete hain)
husna phir ammu ko dekhti hai, fir asma ko:
“tum dono toh ek se badh kar ek ho… hum toh keh rahe the ki ladka confuse na ho jaaye! haan haan shanu bitiya, aap bhi badi sundar lag rahi ho — aap sabne toh ghar hi chamka diya!”
shanu ek halka nod karti hai, lekin aankhen baar-baar ammu pe.
arjun ek kone mein ek empty chair pe finally baith gaya hai, lekin uska chehra ab bhi blank.
taz ek biscuit tode jaa raha hai, aur chupke se ek aur smirk uske muh ke kone pe.
dono ka eye contact hota hai, fir dono aankhen hata lete hain —
jaise ek ne kaha ho “main toh samajh gaya bhai,”
aur dusre ne jawab diya ho “mat poochh.”
zaheer (head down, soft tone me):
“salam husna khala.”
husna ek warm si smile ke saath reply deti hai —
uski aankhon me ek "arey zaheer mera beta " waala expression.
husna (apna haath uthate hue):
salam beta… jeete raho
wo apna haath zaheer ke sir par rakhti hai —
ek dum typical aunty blessing style, jaise poore ghar ka future isi ke bal pe ho.
husna (halka sa hansi bhare andaaz me):
“arey, yeh toh apne abbu pe gaya hai… par iske andar ghul mil jaane waali quality toh iski maa jaisi hai!”
husna apni kursi pe thoda adjust hoti hai,
haath se ek napkin uthakar lap me rakhti hai,
phir apna shabd-starting pose leti hai.
husna:
“toh sabse pehle toh… yeh humare ghar ke sabse pyare, sabse samajhdaar, aur sabse shaant member hain —
mere bhateeje zaheer.
abbu ke saath kaam bhi sambhalte hain aur ghar bhi.”
Or yeh hai wo ladki jisko hum dekhne aaye
inki beti amreen — matlab ammu — toh mash,.', jaise noor hi hai.”
husna ke gestures graceful hain, lekin style full-on movie aunty type.
camera zoom karta hai ammu ke face pe —jo husna ki taraf dekh kar bas ek gentle si smile deti hai,
lekin uske haath ka kone wala dupatta tight pakda hua hota hai.
husna (pratap aur madhu ki taraf dekh kar):
“aur yeh hain… inke padose, lekin rishtey mein ghar ke apne hi — pratap bhai aur madhu ji.
aise logon ki wajah se toh mohalla zinda rehta hai!”
madhu thoda modest smile karti hai:
“ab aapne itna keh diya toh... hamare liye toh yeh sab parivaar jaisa hi hai.”
husna:
bas isi liye toh aayi hoon… sab kuch dekhne, milne, samajhne. ladka toh accha hai hi, lekin ghar ka mahaul bhi dekhna zaroori hota hai.
husna fir asma, shanu, aur ki taraf lightly ishara karti hai —
husna:
“aur yeh saari ghar ki roshniyaan…
Amreen ki behen Asma or Madhu ji ki beti shanu... Yeh jo naujawan dekh rahe ho mushtanda handsome hunk yeh hai madhu ji ka beta arjun or zaheer ka sabse acha or khas dost...
Khala ke aise bolte hi zaheer or arjun ka eye contact hota hai jo dono hatefully karte hai...
Khala(taz ki taraf ishara)
Or yeh hai... Ye azhar bhai ki dukan par kaam karte hai
Taz ko yeh baat achi nahi lagti wo weird sa muh banata hai or ab bari hai arjun ke smirk dene ki...
pratap haste hue kehte hain:
pratap:
“arey wo toh humare area ke fixed jokers hain husna ji… unki seat booking humesha corner ki hi hoti hai!”
husna:
“acha hai… har serious scene me ek tazgi rehni chahiye. waise bhi, rishtedaar toh wahi hota hai jo hasi laa de.”
husna full flow me — sabka introduction, thoda self-appreciation, thoda “aaj kal ke bachon” ka gyaan.
sab log serious, polite expressions me sunkar haan me haan milate ja rahe hain.
ek side bench pe arjun aur taz baith hain — dono ke beech ek chhoti si wooden table jisme ek plate me namak pare aur ek glass me paani.
taz, namak pare uthakar ek ek chabata jaa raha hai — jaise cricket ka match dekh raha ho.
arjun usse side glance deta hai, dheere se kehta hai:
arjun (low whisper):
“tu mehmaan ban ke aaya hai ya shaadi mein snacks wale counter se?”
taz (munh me namak pare, bina arjun ki taraf dekhe):
“mein toh rishtedaar ban ke aaya tha… par snack mil gaya, toh upgrade le liya.”
arjun aankhon se ghoorta hai, fir ek piece uthakar khud bhi chabane lagta hai.
thodi der baad husna, zaheer,Ammu or asma ki tareef kar rahi hoti hai —
tab arjun taz ke kaan me fir bolta hai:
arjun:
“abhi agar khala mujhe dekh ke bolein ‘aur yeh hamare mohalle ka hero’, toh main uth ke chala jaunga.”
taz (bina emotion ke):
Khala tujhe dekh ke bolein gi: ‘aur yeh hain woh ladka jo hamare ghar ke samne tapri pe cigarette phookta mila tha.
arjun thoda chokhta hai, aankhon se taz ko dekhta hai, par taz serious expression me biscuit chaba raha hota hai.
fir dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhtay hain — aur fir dono ek second ke liye bas aankhon se hass ke reh jaate hain, bina awaz ke.
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