06-07-2025, 04:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-07-2025, 04:19 PM by Greenwood. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Update 25
next day – college campus – 10:45 am
bright sunny day.
college ki lawns pe chhatar-patar chal rahi hoti hai.canteen ke aage line lagi hai.
corridors mein student groups, assignments aur chai ke cup ke saath busy.
magar ek kone mein… arjun apna personal mission le kar ammu ke peeche peeche ghoom raha hota hai.
location 1: canteen ke bahar
ammu apne ek friend ke saath juice le rahi hoti hai.
tabhi peechhe se ek awaz —
arjun (fake cough maar ke):
“someone call a doctor… lagta hai kisi ne meri heartbeat chura li hai… aur uska dupatta abhi bhi haath me hai.”
ammu side glance bhi nahi deti.
juice le kar chal padti hai.
arjun peeche peeche.
arjun (apni acting me):
“tumhare is attitude se mujhe dhokha nahi mila,
tumne direct hospitalisation de diya mujhe.”
ammu apne friend se baat me busy ho jaati hai.
arjun apne baal messy karta hai, apne jhatke se.
location 2: library ke bahar corridor
ammu apni kitab le kar library se bahar nikalti hai.
tabhi saamne arjun ek bench pe dramatic pose me baitha hota hai —
haath me ek chitthi, jise wo fake tears ke saath pad raha hota hai.
arjun (dramatic tone):
“meri priya ammu… tumne mere dil ke 32 pieces kar diye…
…ab main kisi aur ko nahi de sakta, mera heart ab paperback edition ban chuka hai!”
ammu uske paas se jaati hai bina kuch bole.
arjun uske peeche peeche chhoti chhoti steps me chalta hai jaise catwalk.
arjun (whisper):
“maine tujhe us din ignore kiya... par ab tu mujhe puri tarah delete kar rahi hai kya? atleast recycle bin me daal de…”
ammu aankh tak nahi uthati.
arjun uske steps ke saath synchronize karke chalta hai.
location 3: notice board ke paas
ammu notice board dekh rahi hoti hai.
arjun ekdum close aa jaata hai, kaan ke paas bolta hai —
arjun (soft tone):
“sorry... genuinely. tu chahe to thappad maar le… par aankhon se na maar. ye zyada lagta hai.”
ammu finally uski taraf dekhti hai — ek tight glare ke saath —
aur bina kuch bole notice padh kar wapas palat jaati hai.
arjun uske jaate hi murmur karta hai:
“ufff yeh nazar...
ek taraf Asad ke sher, ek taraf madam ke laser.”
location 4: back garden – lunch break
ammu ek bench par baithi hoti hai, diary me kuch likh rahi hoti hai.
arjun piche se chhup kar aata hai, ek pen stand le kar.usse ammu ke saamne rakh deta hai.
ammu dekhti bhi nahi.
Pen stand table se uthati hai or fenk deti hai, arjun ki aankh se touch ho kar wo nikalta hai
arjun ki aankh me dard
arjun last try me bench ke saamne zameen pe baith jaata hai —
pura sad puppy look le kar.
arjun (hands folded, ek dum filmy):
“dekh, apology ke 5 stage hote hain...
main 4 me hoon — negotiation.
tu maafi de de, warna main depression me chala jaunga,
fir Asad ko follow karke main bhi couplet likhne lagunga.”
ammu bas uthti hai, bag uthati hai, aur jaane lagti hai.
arjun peeche se cheekhta hai —
arjun:
“bas ek line! mujhe ‘bhaad mein ja’ bhi bol degi to lagega kuch bola to sahi!”
arjun ussi ko dekh ke bolta hai —
arjun (whisper):
lagta hai gussa tez hai kasaian ka, hoga bhi kyu na, meri Ammu hai.
college corridor – around 1:15 pm
lunch break ka time hota hai.
corridor me rush kam ho gaya hai, lekin abhi bhi groups idhar-udhar chill kar rahe hain.ammu ek side se apne notes ke saath quietly walk kar rahi hoti hai.tabhi arjun samne aa jata hai, aur dono ke beech ek aur awkward sa face-off hota hai.
arjun (narmi se, ek halki smile ke saath):
"ammu… ek minute? bas ek."
ammu rukti nahi, bas side se nikal jaati hai.
arjun uske saath walk karte hue chal padta hai.
arjun (thoda lightly):
"dekho, maafi ke 43 versions de chuka hoon.
romantic, tragic, funny... ab kyacollege corridor – around 1:15 pm
lunch break ka time hota hai.
corridor me rush kam ho gaya hai, lekin abhi bhi groups idhar-udhar chill kar rahe hain.ammu ek side se apne notes ke saath quietly walk kar rahi hoti hai.
tabhi arjun samne aa jata hai, aur dono ke beech ek aur awkward sa face-off hota hai.
arjun (narmi se, ek halki smile ke saath):
"ammu… ek minute? bas ek."
ammu rukti nahi, bas side se nikal jaati hai.
arjun uske saath walk karte hue chal padta hai.
arjun (thoda lightly):
"dekho, maafi ke 43 versions de chuka hoon.
romantic, tragic, funny... ab kya left hai?
bolo to shayari bhi try kar lun?"
left hai?..
ammu (stop karke, finally ghur ke):
"tum mazak samajh rahe ho arjun?"
arjun (thoda surprise me, serious):
"nahi, ammu… main serious hi toh hoon… isiliye—"
ammu (cut karte hue, ek dam emotional burst ke saath):
"tum serious kab the arjun?
jab mere baba hospital me admit the?
jab hum sab pareshan the, jab ghar ka mahaul bikhar gaya tha…
tum kahaan the? mujhe dhoondhne ke bajaye… kaha they tum... Na phone laga, na kuch or... 20 miscall bahut hote hai arjun
arjun ka chehra freeze ho jata hai.
ammu ki aankhon me aansuon ki nami hoti hai, lekin wo roti nahi.
sirf apna dard nikal kar aankhen chhupa leti hai.
aur tabhi... peechhe se ek confident, thoda bubbly aawaz:
nikhat (distance se, energy ke saath):
"hey arjun!"
ammu palat ke dekhti hai, phir arjun ko…
uski aankhon me thoda disappointment, thoda disgust.
ammu (dry laugh ke saath, bitter tone):
"jao yaar arjun… just leave my way."
wo uske bag se thoda dhakka deti hai aur nikal jaati hai corridor se.
[b]arjun bas wahi khada reh jata hai.[/b]
[b]uska chehra bilkul blank ho jaata hai.[/b]
voice-over ki tarah bas ek thought
flash karta hai — ‘main itna late kyun ho gaya?’
nikhat paas aati hai, thoda confuse expression ke saath:
"what happened?
aur kal tu college kyun nahi aaya?
i’ve been waiting for you... samajh nahi aaya tujhe kya ho gaya hai."
arjun (forced smile ke saath, aankhen ammu ke jaane wale raste pe):
"woh… ghar me thoda emergency tha.
phone bhi dead ho gaya tha, kuch samajh nahi aaya."
nikhat uska haath khinchti hai:
"chalo, canteen chalte hain.
Mujh par abhi udhar baki hai tumhara
arjun resist karta hai, uski aankh ab bhi uss raaste pe jahan ammu gayi thi.
ek moment ke liye uska pair rukta hai… lekin nikhat ka haath uska direction turn karwa deta hai.
wo uske saath canteen ki taraf chala jaata hai — lekin dil peeche reh jaata hai.
college campus – library ke peeche wala peaceful corner – shaam ke 4 baje
halki halki dhoop, zameen par pedon ki chhaya, kuch students bench pe books leke baithe hain.
ek side bench par zaheer akela baitha hota hai, ek file le kar.
tabhi wahan se shanu guzarti hai, hath me ek bottle aur file hoti hai.
shanu usse dekh kar rukh jaati hai, thoda hesitant hoti hai pehle.
phir normal sa smile ke saath uske paas aakar bench ke kone pe baith jaati hai.
shanu (casually, jaise kisi aur topic se start kar rahi ho):
“kaise ho? uncle ka kya haal hai ab?”
zaheer (thoda surprise hota hai uska tone dekh ke, lekin soft voice me):
“kaafi better hai ab…
medicine work kar rahi hai.
lekin thoda emotionally weak ho gaye hain… overthink karne lage hain.”
shanu (nod karte hue):
“haan… tabhi toh itni jaldi sab fix karna chah rahe hain.”
zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai, fir aankhen phir se saamne.
thoda silence hota hai.
fir shanu phir se bolti hai — is baar halka sa pause le kar.
shanu (carefully):
Wese Ammu or Asad ki jodi hai to achi hai na
Zaheer bas ek glance deta hai
shanu (playfully):
“tumhe pasand aaya kya Asad ka style?
kaafi impress kar gaya sabko…”
zaheer uski taraf side glance deta hai.
phir sarcastic smile ke saath bolta hai —
zaheer (dry tone):
“shayari acchi thi... bas thoda zyada tha.
par haan… crowd impress ho gaya.
tum bhi?”
shanu (laugh softly):
“main? main toh bas observe kar rahi thi...
tumhare reactions zyada interesting the.”
zaheer uska chehra dekhta hai — wo serious nahi, bas casual teasing kar rahi hoti hai.
fir zaheer thoda lean hokar halki awaaz me kehta hai:
zaheer:
“tum sach me chah rahi ho ki Ammu Asad ko haan kare?”
shanu (thoda pause leti hai, fir softly):
“main sirf yeh jaanna chahti hoon…
tum kya chahte ho?”
ek dum se hawa me thoda thandak aa jaati hai jaise scene me bhi ek emotional chill ghus gaya ho.
zaheer kuch seconds chup rehta hai.
fir utne hi calm voice me kehta hai —
zaheer (slowly):
“main sirf yeh chahta hoon ki mere ghar me sab khush ho.
aur agar is rishte me abba ka sukoon hai… to main kuch nahi keh sakta.”
shanu uske face ko dekhti hai —
zaheer ki aankhen uske words se zyada bol rahi hoti hain.
ek layered silence hota hai.
shanu thoda lean hoke softly bolti hai —
shanu:
“aur tumhara sukoon?
wo kis equation me fit hota hai?”
zaheer ek chhoti si halki hansi deta hai, lekin wo hansi thodi heavy hoti hai.
[b]wo kuch nahi bolta.[/b]
[b]bas bottle ka cap khol kar paani peeta hai.[/b]
shanu uska silence notice karti hai…
shanu (thoda smile ke saath, softly):
“tum chhup reh jaate ho zaheer… lekin tumhare silence ka bhi meaning hota hai.
main sun leti hoon.”
zaheer uski taraf ek warm glance deta hai pehli baar aaj soft.kuch nahi bolta, sirf aankhon se shukriya jataata hai.
raat ka waqt – azhar ka kamra – ek purani table lamp ka naram sa peela ujala
barish band ho chuki hai. bahar ek thandi hawa chal rahi hai.
kamre mein ek purani kursi par azhar baitha hota hai aur bistar ke ek kone par ammu. dono ke beech mein ek purani chai ki pyali rakhi hoti hai — aadhi khali, thandi pad chuki hai.
azhar (thoda muskurate hue, purane lamhon mein kho kar):
“yaad hai tujhe… jab tu chhoti thi na, to ghar ke bahar mitti se kheli thi… aur main gussa ho gaya tha ki tere naye frock gande kar diye...”
ammu halki hansi mein sir jhuka leti hai, aankhon mein chamak hoti hai.
azhar (soft, jaise khud se baat kar raha ho):
“fir raat ko tujhe bukhaar chadh gaya tha...
main poori raat tere paas baitha raha.
teri maa ne kaha tha — 'tum sirf daant sakte ho, lekin jhel nahi sakte uski ek choti si takleef bhi.'
aur main bas chup raha…”
ammu thoda serious ho jaati hai. azhar ki aankhen ab zyada moist ho gayi hain.
azhar (aankhen dur deewar pe laga kar):
“pata hi nahi chala…
kab wo mitti mein khelti chhoti si ladki...
meri bachi... itni badi ho gayi ki kisi aur ke ghar jaane ko tayyar ho gayi…”
ammu ki aankhon se ek boond tapak jaati hai… lekin wo muskurane ki koshish karti hai, apne papa ka haath pakad leti hai.
ammu (dhimi awaaz mein):
“main ja rahi hoon… lekin is ghar se kabhi juda nahi ho rahi, abba.”
azhar (uske haath par apna haath rakhte hue, thoda hansi me lekin aankhon me aansu):
“kya tu wahan bhi subah mujhse jhagadti rahegi?
kyunki agar nahi… to mujhe neend kaise aayegi?”
ammu (aankhon me aansu, hansi ke saath):
“roz call karke jhagda karungi.
promise.”
azhar ek lamha chup ho jaata hai, fir halka sa uska hath ammu ke sar par tik jata hai. dono chup chaap baith jaate hain, kuch bole bina.
sannata nahi hota… ek emotional sukoon hota hai.
raat ke 11:45 – arjun ki chhat – udaasi ka ek lamha, thandi hawa, aur ek akela ladka jo chhat ki diwar par baitha hota hai
arjun hoodie pehne, knees ko fold karke apna sir unpe tikaye baitha hota hai. aankhon mein thoda lacharpan, thoda guilt. aasmaan mein taare hain, lekin uske chehre par sirf ek udaas sa noor.
suddenly, peeche se ek patak ki awaaz hoti hai — taz chhat par koodta hai!
arjun (chauk kar):
“abe oye! tu chhat se kood kyu aaya be? seedhi gali nahi milti tujhe?”
taz (comically pose leke):
“entry toh hero ki hi honi chahiye, bhai! aur scene bhi dard bhara hai…
main aaya hoon apne dukhi dost ki jindagi me nasha ban kar.”
arjun (annoyed):
“chal nikal yahan se… mujhe akela chhod.”
taz (drama mein):
“mujhe bhagaa raha hai? mujhe?
jo tujhe 'ammul' ke dard se ubarne laaya hai…
woh bhi desi treat ke saath!”
(dramatic pause – taz apne jacket ke andar se beer ki bottle nikaalta hai aur hero shot mein arjun ke saamne karta hai)
arjun (chhonk kar):
“abe abe abe chhupa isse... koi dekh lega!”
taz (wink karke):
“mere sher... tere dard ki yahi dawa hai!
jab yeh bottle andar jaayegi…
toh ammu ki yaadein dhoondhti rah jaayengi, samjha?!”
Arjun use ek look deta hai fir bottle ko dekhta hai or fir taz ko ek look deta hai...
scene cut to: kuch der baad — dono ek kone mein baithe hue hain — bottle aadhi ho chuki hai — hawa thodi aur thandi ho chuki hai
taz (full drunk comedy mode):
“sun... asad ka to shayar banna hi tha... kyunki uski mummy ne usse bachpan se hi ‘beta har lafz mehsoos karo’ bol bol ke confuse kar diya tha...”
(mimicking husna in a girlish tone)
“‘asad beta… ghazal ke beech me rajma chawal rakh do to bhi usme shayari dikhni chahiye…’”
arjun hansi chhupate chhupate beer gira deta hai.
taz (ab mimic karta hai zaheer ka serious look):
(serious, deep voice mein)
“main sirf ek bhai hoon… lekin agar meri behen ke emotions ki izzat nahi hui to main… kaleji nikaal dunga.”
(then in his voice)
“bhai pehle khud to pyaar kar le, fir kaleji ki baat karna kasai ki olad
arjun (laugh karte hue):
“tu pagal hai sach mein…”
taz (ab mimic karta hai azhar ko — halke jhuke hue kandhon ke saath, aankhon me thoda pain):
“yeh ghar... meri izzat ka makan hai...
aur tu, ammu... tu meri rooh ka tukda hai...”
(fir breaks character, casually bolta hai)
“aur fir khud jaake khopdi me dard le aate ho uncle ji...”
arjun aur taz dono phatt ke hans rahe hote hain – hasi me bhi dard ghula hota hai, lekin us waqt un dono ko sirf ek chhoti si sukoon milti hai
halka sa breeze chal raha hai. thoda pehle ki hansi ab dheere dheere ek thakaan mein badal rahi hai.
arjun table ke kone par baitha hota hai, haath mein aadhi beer ki bottle. aankhon ka noor thoda aur dhundhla.
arjun (fusfusate hue)
“ammu… ammu ko pata bhi nahi… maine uske liye kya kya…”
(wo aankhon mein thoda moisture lekar kuch kehne ki koshish karta hai lekin lafz lapakte nahi)
taz (halki hansi mein):
“abe chhod na yaar... tu Ranbir Kapoor hai… wo uski Deepika ban gayi to kya, tu abhi bhi Rockstar hai…”
arjun dheere se table par se uthta hai — balance lose karta hai, thoda ladkhadata hai.
arjun (thoda zor se lekin lafz thode uljhe hue):
“main... main ekdum theek hoon... mujhe ammu chahiye thi… chahiye thi… ab… ab...”
wo ek do kadam chalta hai… phir seedha jaake ek purani si khatiya par gir padta hai — mooh niche aur haath dono taraf phela diye jaise koi soldier battlefield me thak ke gir gaya ho.
taz thoda ruk kar use dekhta hai. arjun ki aankhen band ho chuki hain. uska sans ab ekdum theek se chal raha hai – wo so gaya hai.
taz ke chehre par camera slowly zoom in karta hai.
or wo ek creepy villanious smile karta hai jaise kuch baat hai or beer ki aakhiri sip leta hai
Taz
aur hamara hero so gaya… wah… love story me twist tab aata hai jab side character ko zyada dard hota hai…”
next day – college canteen – dopahar ka waqt
canteen mein usual hustle-bustle hai. students apne doston ke saath gappe maar rahe hain, kuch log laptop kholke assignment likhne ka natak kar rahe hain.
ek kone mein ammu apni ek dost ke saath table pe baithi hoti hai. uske haath mein ek chai ka cup, lekin aankhen kahin aur – kabhi kabhi chhupke se doosre kone ki taraf...
wahaan arjun apne doston ke beech, lekin aankhon se bas ek hi wajah dhoondh raha hota hai – ammu.
arjun (apne dost se halka sa haske):
"yaar ye chai peene wale cup chhoti si baat bata kar chali jaati hai... par kuch log... bade dil ki baat chhupake bhi samajh nahi paate..."
(phir ammu ki taraf dekhte hue softly)
“kya kare... kuch baatein aankhon se kehne ki himmat abhi tak jamaa nahi hui…”
ammu uski taraf dekhti hai, lekin jaise hi arjun ki aankhon se aankhen milti hain, wo turant nazar hata leti hai.
arjun phir se chhoti chhoti baatein karta hai, doston ko jokes sunata hai – lekin un jokes ke punch lines pe uska dhyaan nahi, uska dhyaan us table par hai jahan ammu baithi hai.
arjun (ek zor se funny tone mein):
yaar main to kehta hu govt ko ek rule nikal dena chahiye, ki kasai jaat ke bache kisi dusre se na ruthenge kyoki unhe aadat hoti hai moti chamdi nikalne me
doston ki chhoti si hansi, par ammu ke chehre pe bhi ek halki si smile aati hai – jo usne turant chhupane ki koshish ki.
arjun ek waiter ko bulata hai, ek napkin uthata hai aur uspar likhta hai:
“sorry... and love you, ammu.”
phir waiter se kehta hai:
“bhai... thoda art delivery kar do table number us-par.”
(waiter confused hota hai, par smile ke sath jata hai)
ammu waiter se napkin leti hai, dekh kar ek second rukti hai. uski aankhon me halki nami si aati hai, lekin wo roti nahi. uske haath apne aap pen ki taraf badhte hain.
cut to: arjun – apne table par aankhon me ek soft chamak, dono haath fold kiye aasman ki taraf dekh raha hota hai.
jaise keh raha ho:
“thank you upar wale… bas ek baar sab theek ho jaaye…”
waiter wapas napkin le aata hai, arjun usse eager expression ke saath le leta hai. slowly open karta hai.
uspe likha hota hai:
Quote:“ab der ho chuki hai... arjun bhaiya.”
us lafz "bhaiya" par arjun ki aankhen ruk jaati hain.
uski muskaan dheere dheere udd jaati hai, jaise koi paper hawa mein ud jaye...
arjun (dil mein):
"bhaiya...? abhi batata hu ise ...
college lawn – dopahar ka halki dhoop
ammu apni do saheliyon ke saath ek shaded tree ke neeche bethi hoti hai. unke beech halki-halki baatein ho rahi hoti hain, kuch hasi mazak bhi.
door se arjun aata hai — aankhon me udaasi, lekin chehre par wahi masti wala mask. wo aankh se ammu ke group ka direction dekhta hai… aur unke bilkul opposite wale kone me jaake apne doston ke beech baith jata hai.
arjun ka dhyaan uske doston par kam aur ammu ke reactions par zyada hota hai.
arjun (randomly apne dost iqbal se puchta hai):
"bhai ek baat bata... tune apni cousin se shaadi ki hai na"
iqbal (surprise hoke):
"haan bhai... kar sakta hoon.Iski permission hai mujhe
arjun (thoughtful face banake or halke sarcasm mein):
Yaar yeh bata circumcision kaha hota hai,kyoki ek ladki ne bhaiya bol diya hai yaar
Or arjun rone ki acting karta hai
doston ke beech zor ka laughter chhutta hai.
ammu, jo saamne bethi sab sun rahi hoti hai, apni hansi rokne ki koshish karti hai — aankhon me ek pal ke liye chamak — wo apne lips dabake, nazar jhuka ke thoda muskura deti hai, lekin turant control karti hai.
ammu (apni saheli se)
“chal... thoda walk le lete hain...”
wo waha se uthti hai, jaise casual walk ke liye, lekin uske chehre par ek clear hansi dabane wali muskaan hoti hai.
arjun usse jaate hue dekhta hai... sirf smile karta hai, bina kuch bole.
uske doston ko ab bhi hasi aa rahi hoti hai, lekin arjun ka dhyaan sirf ammu ke peeche jaate hue kadmon par hota hai.
arjun (dil mein)
“chhoti si smile hi sahi… par tu hansi to…”
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