20-12-2025, 11:14 PM
Siyali ke liye yeh subah naye ujaale se zyada naye imtihan jaisi thi. Woh bholi ladki abhi apne khayalon se baahar nikli hi thi ki darwaze par dastak hui. Saamne Bhiku khada tha, jo aaj kuch zyada hi "chaka-chak" bankar aaya tha. Usne tel lagakar baal chipkaye hue the aur chehre par ek aisi muskan thi jo Siyali ko thodi ajeeb lagi.
Bhiku ke hath mein ek purana akhbar ka tukda tha jisme gaon ka mashhoor kohrapag (petha) aur teekhi dalmot lipti hui thi. Siyali, jo shahar mein apni maa ke hatho se apple juice aur cornflakes khakar pali-badhi thi, uske liye yeh nashta kisi cultural shock se kam nahi tha. Par Bhaypura mein yahi "VIP" nashta maana jata tha.
Siyali ne hairat se pucha, "Bhiku ji, aap itni subah yahan?"
Bhiku ne apni tharki nazrein Siyali ke bikhre hue baalon aur uske angrayi lete hue kamsin badan par tikaye rakhi. "Arey Madam ji, gaon mein 8:30 baje toh dopahar ho jati hai. Sab khet nikal gaye hain. Humne socha Madam bhookhi hongi, toh garma-garam nashta le aaye."
Siyali ne hichkichate hue kaha, "Iski zaroorat nahi thi, main manage kar leti..."
Par Bhiku toh mauke ki talaash mein tha. Woh tezi se aage badha aur bina Siyali ke sambhalne ka mauka diye, woh kagaz mein lipta nashta uske hatho mein thama diya.
Jaise hi Siyali ne nashta pakda, Bhiku ne badi hoshiyari se apni khurduri ungliyan Siyali ki makkhan jaisi naram hatheli aur nazuk kalai par ragad di.
Siyali ka Nazariya: Use laga shayad jaldi mein hath lag gaya hoga. Usne ise ek "colleague" ki formality samjha aur zyada dhyan nahi diya.
Bhiku ka Nasha: Bhiku ke toh jaise shareer mein bijli daud gayi. Siyali ki twacha itni thandi aur malmal jaisi thi ki Bhiku ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. Usne mann hi mann socha, "Kasam se, kachcha chaba jaaun is maal ko... kitni naram hai saali."
Siyali ne thoda uncomfortable hokar kaha, "Theek hai, shukriya. Ab mujhe taiyar hona hai, daftar bhi jaana hai."
Bhiku ne ek tirchi nazar Siyali ke kurte ke khule hue collar par daali aur bola, "Ji Madam, aap taiyar ho jaiye. Hum office khol rahe hain. Aaj toh Masterji bhi nahi aane wale, unka koi zaroori kaam hai. Toh aaj hum hi aapko sab 'samjhayenge'."
Bhiku wahan se muskuraate hue nikal gaya. Uske dimaag mein ek hi baat chal rahi thi—Aaj office mein sirf woh hoga aur Siyali. Bhairavnath kal raat ki daru ke baad der se uthega, aur Masterji gaon se baahar hain.
Siyali ne darwaza band kiya aur nashta table par rakh diya. Use garmi aur thakan mehsus ho rahi thi. Usne socha ki nahaane ke liye baramde mein jana padega, par kal raat ka woh handpump wala hassa yaad aate hi woh kaanp gayi. Lekin taiyar toh hona hi tha.
Siyali ki masoomiyat ka koi thikana nahi tha. Usne Bhiku ki "tharak" ko uski "achhai" samajh liya. Us bholi ladki ko laga ki shayad Bhaypura utna bhi bura nahi hai jitna use kal raat laga tha. Woh Bhiku ke us "shaitani sparsh" ko ek ittefaq aur uske naste ko uski fikar samajh bethi.
Apne honthon par ek halki si muskan liye, Siyali ne apne office ke pehle din ki taiyari shuru ki.
Siyali ne apne suitcase se ek naya suit nikala—halke gulabi rang ka cotton salwar-kameez. Yeh rang uske gore badan par aise khil raha tha jaise subah ki pehli kiran kisi kamal ke phool par padi ho.
Siyali ne darr-darr kar baramde ki taraf dekha. Charon taraf sannata tha. Usne jaldi se handpump se baalti bhari aur nahan-ghar (bathroom) ke andar chali gayi. Thande paani ki har boond jab uske naram badan par girti, toh uski saari thakan dhul jati.
Naha kar jab woh baahar nikli, toh uske geele baal uski peeth par bheege hue nishaan chhod rahe the. Usne thoda sa powder lagaya aur apni aankhon mein halka sa kaajal dala. Uska chehra kisi taaza khile hue gulab ki tarah mehak raha tha.
Usne apna ID card gale mein dala aur dupatta dhang se odha. Use khud par garv (pride) mehsus ho raha tha. Woh ek "Gram Sachiv" thi, aur aaj use apni kshamta dikhani thi.
Siyali ne apna bag uthaya aur office ki taraf badhi. Suraj ab poori tarah nikal aaya tha aur garmi badhne lagi thi. Office ka darwaza khula tha. Andar se dhup-batti (incense sticks) ki mehak aa rahi thi—Bhiku ne pehle hi mahaul "shant" aur "apna-sa" banane ka dhong kar rakha tha.
Siyali jaise hi apni table ke paas pahunchi, usne dekha ki uski chair bilkul saaf thi aur table par ek glass paani rakha tha.
"Ram-Ram Madam ji! Aaiye, shubh mahurat ho gaya," Bhiku kone se nikal kar aaya.
Aaj Bhiku ki nigahein Siyali ke gulabi suit mein chipke uske nikhare hue roop par gadi thin. Siyali naha kar aayi thi, isliye uske jism se ek taaza sabun aur chameli ke tel ki bheeni-bheeni khushbu aa rahi thi, jo Bhiku ke dimaag ko pagal kar rahi thi.
"Pradhan ji ka phone aaya tha Madam, woh aaj nahi aa payenge. Toh aaj saara charge aapke paas hai... aur aapki madad ke liye main hoon na," Bhiku ne Siyali ke thoda kareeb aakar kaha.
Siyali ne apni chair khinchi aur baith gayi. Usne files kholi, lekin use ehsaas hua ki Bhiku kursi ke bilkul peeche khada hai, jaise woh files nahi, balki Siyali ki gardan aur uske bheege hue baalon ko nihar raha ho.
Bhiku ke hath mein ek purana akhbar ka tukda tha jisme gaon ka mashhoor kohrapag (petha) aur teekhi dalmot lipti hui thi. Siyali, jo shahar mein apni maa ke hatho se apple juice aur cornflakes khakar pali-badhi thi, uske liye yeh nashta kisi cultural shock se kam nahi tha. Par Bhaypura mein yahi "VIP" nashta maana jata tha.
Siyali ne hairat se pucha, "Bhiku ji, aap itni subah yahan?"
Bhiku ne apni tharki nazrein Siyali ke bikhre hue baalon aur uske angrayi lete hue kamsin badan par tikaye rakhi. "Arey Madam ji, gaon mein 8:30 baje toh dopahar ho jati hai. Sab khet nikal gaye hain. Humne socha Madam bhookhi hongi, toh garma-garam nashta le aaye."
Siyali ne hichkichate hue kaha, "Iski zaroorat nahi thi, main manage kar leti..."
Par Bhiku toh mauke ki talaash mein tha. Woh tezi se aage badha aur bina Siyali ke sambhalne ka mauka diye, woh kagaz mein lipta nashta uske hatho mein thama diya.
Jaise hi Siyali ne nashta pakda, Bhiku ne badi hoshiyari se apni khurduri ungliyan Siyali ki makkhan jaisi naram hatheli aur nazuk kalai par ragad di.
Siyali ka Nazariya: Use laga shayad jaldi mein hath lag gaya hoga. Usne ise ek "colleague" ki formality samjha aur zyada dhyan nahi diya.
Bhiku ka Nasha: Bhiku ke toh jaise shareer mein bijli daud gayi. Siyali ki twacha itni thandi aur malmal jaisi thi ki Bhiku ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. Usne mann hi mann socha, "Kasam se, kachcha chaba jaaun is maal ko... kitni naram hai saali."
Siyali ne thoda uncomfortable hokar kaha, "Theek hai, shukriya. Ab mujhe taiyar hona hai, daftar bhi jaana hai."
Bhiku ne ek tirchi nazar Siyali ke kurte ke khule hue collar par daali aur bola, "Ji Madam, aap taiyar ho jaiye. Hum office khol rahe hain. Aaj toh Masterji bhi nahi aane wale, unka koi zaroori kaam hai. Toh aaj hum hi aapko sab 'samjhayenge'."
Bhiku wahan se muskuraate hue nikal gaya. Uske dimaag mein ek hi baat chal rahi thi—Aaj office mein sirf woh hoga aur Siyali. Bhairavnath kal raat ki daru ke baad der se uthega, aur Masterji gaon se baahar hain.
Siyali ne darwaza band kiya aur nashta table par rakh diya. Use garmi aur thakan mehsus ho rahi thi. Usne socha ki nahaane ke liye baramde mein jana padega, par kal raat ka woh handpump wala hassa yaad aate hi woh kaanp gayi. Lekin taiyar toh hona hi tha.
Siyali ki masoomiyat ka koi thikana nahi tha. Usne Bhiku ki "tharak" ko uski "achhai" samajh liya. Us bholi ladki ko laga ki shayad Bhaypura utna bhi bura nahi hai jitna use kal raat laga tha. Woh Bhiku ke us "shaitani sparsh" ko ek ittefaq aur uske naste ko uski fikar samajh bethi.
Apne honthon par ek halki si muskan liye, Siyali ne apne office ke pehle din ki taiyari shuru ki.
Siyali ne apne suitcase se ek naya suit nikala—halke gulabi rang ka cotton salwar-kameez. Yeh rang uske gore badan par aise khil raha tha jaise subah ki pehli kiran kisi kamal ke phool par padi ho.
Siyali ne darr-darr kar baramde ki taraf dekha. Charon taraf sannata tha. Usne jaldi se handpump se baalti bhari aur nahan-ghar (bathroom) ke andar chali gayi. Thande paani ki har boond jab uske naram badan par girti, toh uski saari thakan dhul jati.
Naha kar jab woh baahar nikli, toh uske geele baal uski peeth par bheege hue nishaan chhod rahe the. Usne thoda sa powder lagaya aur apni aankhon mein halka sa kaajal dala. Uska chehra kisi taaza khile hue gulab ki tarah mehak raha tha.
Usne apna ID card gale mein dala aur dupatta dhang se odha. Use khud par garv (pride) mehsus ho raha tha. Woh ek "Gram Sachiv" thi, aur aaj use apni kshamta dikhani thi.
Siyali ne apna bag uthaya aur office ki taraf badhi. Suraj ab poori tarah nikal aaya tha aur garmi badhne lagi thi. Office ka darwaza khula tha. Andar se dhup-batti (incense sticks) ki mehak aa rahi thi—Bhiku ne pehle hi mahaul "shant" aur "apna-sa" banane ka dhong kar rakha tha.
Siyali jaise hi apni table ke paas pahunchi, usne dekha ki uski chair bilkul saaf thi aur table par ek glass paani rakha tha.
"Ram-Ram Madam ji! Aaiye, shubh mahurat ho gaya," Bhiku kone se nikal kar aaya.
Aaj Bhiku ki nigahein Siyali ke gulabi suit mein chipke uske nikhare hue roop par gadi thin. Siyali naha kar aayi thi, isliye uske jism se ek taaza sabun aur chameli ke tel ki bheeni-bheeni khushbu aa rahi thi, jo Bhiku ke dimaag ko pagal kar rahi thi.
"Pradhan ji ka phone aaya tha Madam, woh aaj nahi aa payenge. Toh aaj saara charge aapke paas hai... aur aapki madad ke liye main hoon na," Bhiku ne Siyali ke thoda kareeb aakar kaha.
Siyali ne apni chair khinchi aur baith gayi. Usne files kholi, lekin use ehsaas hua ki Bhiku kursi ke bilkul peeche khada hai, jaise woh files nahi, balki Siyali ki gardan aur uske bheege hue baalon ko nihar raha ho.
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