01-04-2026, 05:40 AM
Update 2
“Are Neeta, itni der se taiyaar ho rahi ho? Bus chhoot
jayegi bhai!” Ravi ki bhari awaaz Neeta ke kaano mein padi".
“Main taiyaar hoon," Neeta ne kursi se uthte huye kaha,
"aap gaadi nikaliye.” Neeta apna purse utha kar bedroom
se bahar aayi; kapdon wala trolley bag Ravi pehle hi gaadi
mein rakh chuka tha.
“Madharchod MD! Saale ko abhi hi project report chahiye tha!”
Ravi apne boss par gusse ka izhaar kar raha tha. Phir woh Neeta
ki taraf muda, “Tum akeli chali jaogi na? Main is haramzaade
ke munh par report phenk kar jaldi se jaldi chala aaunga.”
Ravi ke munh se aisi gandi gaaliyan sun kar Neeta ko vichitra laga.
Usne socha, kya bistar mein apni namardagi ko chhupane ke liye
Ravi apne shabdon mein aisi mardanagi dikhata hai?
Ya construction line mein logon ki bhasha hi aisi ho jati hai?
Neeta ko pichli hi raat ka manzar yaad aa gaya jab usne Ravi ko
sex ke liye uksane ki koshish ki thi, par Ravi se kuch hua hi nahi.
Woh nashe mein dhutt tha aur sex ke naam par sirf uske pet par
halchal karta raha aur thodi der mein ghode bech kar so gaya.
Ravi ki woh gaaliyan ab Neeta ko uski "mungfali" jaisi halat
par parda dalti hui lag rahi thin.
“Aap fikra mat kijiye, wahan bus stand par Papa aa jayenge
mujhe receive karne. Aur yahan toh aap chhod hi rahe hain,
baaki safar toh bus mein bitana hai. Chaliye jaldi,
late ho jayega,” Neeta ne Ravi ko ashwasan dete huye kaha.
Dono gaadi mein baith kar bus stand ki taraf nikal pade.
“Madharchod! Ye traffic... Bhonsdi waale anpadh-ganwar
sab politics mein aayenge toh yahi hoga! Saalon ke dimaag
mein sadak banate samay ye baat nahi aati ki kal is par
aur bhi gaadiyan daudengi. Aaj har kutte-billi ke paas
gaadi hai aur road dekho, bitta bhar ka!” Horn ki kaan-faadu
awaaz ke beech Ravi khud par aur poore nizam par chilla raha tha.
Raat ke 7 baj chuke the. Bus khulne ka scheduled time bhi
7 baje hi tha, par aksar private bus’ein sawariyon ke chakkar
mein ek ghanta deri se hi nikalti thin. Neeta ne booking
pehle hi kar rakhi thi, par Ranchi ke traffic ne unhe aisa
uljhaya ki bus stand pahunchte-pahunchte raat ke 8 baj chuke the.
Neeta ko jis baat ka darr tha, wahi hua—pata chala ki
aaj woh bus apne sahi samay par, yaani 7 baje hi khul gayi thi.
Ranchi ka woh bus stand thoda sunsaan tha, kyonki yeh ranchi ke
outer mei bnaa hai, or yahan jyada suvidhayen bhi ni hai.
wahan sirf 2-3 chhote route ki aur 2 private buses khadi thin.
Raat ke waqt wahan log bhi kam hi nazar aa rahe the.
Ravi booking counter par pahunchte hi fat pada,
“Sab ke sab lootere hain! Jab passenger aaya hi nahi
toh gaadi kaise khol di? Phone kyun nahi kiya?”
Woh booking clerk se paise wapas maangte huye galiyaan
bak raha tha. Counter ki khidki uupar se polythene se
dhaki thi aur niche ek feet tak grill lagi thi,
jahan se sirf andar baithe logon ka dhadh (body) dikhta
tha, sar nahi.
Gusse mein tamtamaya Ravi seedha clerk ke office
ke andar ghus gaya. “Madarchod! Gaadi kaise chhudwa di?
Bhosadi ke, jab mobile number tha toh phone kyun nahi kiya?”
Ravi ka gussa saatvein aasman par tha. Construction
line ki wahi gandi zaban uske munh se jhad rahi thi.
Office mein baithe teen logon ko woh lagatar gaaliyan
de raha tha. Tabhi wahan baithe ek adhed (buddhe) aadmi ne
dheere se kaha, “Babu, bus toh apne time par hi khulti hai,
tumhe waqt se aana chahiye tha.”
Yeh sunte hi Ravi ka paara chadh gaya. “Saale madarchod buddhe!
Private bus chala raha hai tu, koi train nahi jo apne time
par chalegi!” Itna kehte hi Ravi ne us adhed buddhe ko
100-200 galiyen de dai hongi. Ravi ka mood pehle hi boss
ke kaaran kharab tha, aur usne apni poori bhadaas un
office mein baithe us buzurg par nikaal di. Bina kisi
wajah ke us buddhe ko bhi gali khaani padi. Baki logon
ne beech-bachav karke Ravi ko shant karwaya. nhi to
aaj maar peet honi tay thi. Tab clerk ne sahamte huye kaha,
“Babu, gussa thanda kijiye... hum koi intezam karte hain.”
“Are madarchod! Hamein jaana hota toh hum kaise bhi chale jaate,
meri gharwali ko jaana hai!” Ravi ki ye baat sunte hi andar
baithe teeno log ek dum shant ho gaye. yeh woh waqt tha jab
akele aurat ka raat mein safar karna ek badi zimmedari mana
jata tha. Jaise hi Ravi ne "gharwali" shabd ka istemal kiya,
office ke andar ki garmi thodi kam hui.
Ravi ki baat sunkar wahi buddha, jise Ravi ne abhi gariyaake
aaya tha, office jaisi us kothri se bahar nikla. Usne thodi
der idhar-udhar bus stand par nazrein daali aur phir wapas
andar ghus gaya. Usne clerk ke kaan mein kuch phusphusaya aur
phir bahar nikalne laga. Wo Neeta ke paas se guzar raha tha.
aate-jaate uski gehri aur tajurbekaar nazrein Neeta ke bhare
sharir par jam gayi thin. Wo Neeta ko upar se niche tak aise
ghoor raha tha jaise uske jism ka naap le raha ho.
Neeta ko us buddhe ki woh ghoorti hui nazrein bahut ajib aur
"uncomfortable" lagin. Usey ek pal ke liye laga jaise woh mard
uski saree ke paar dekh raha ho. Darr aur jhijhak ke maare
Neeta thoda aur Ravi ke paas khisakh kar khadi ho gayi.
Usey bilkul andaza nahi tha ki abhi-abhi Ravi ne office
ke andar isi buddhe ko jor jor se gali de rha tha.
Khidki par chadhi us purani polythene aur niche lagi grill ki
wajah se Neeta ko andar ka sara drisjya dikhai nhi diya tha.
bas ravi ke gali deni ki hi aawaj aa rhi thi.
Waise bhi, Ravi Ranchi shehar mein kisi dabang se kam nahi
tha. Badi-badi high-tower buildings ka theka lene wale log
seedhe-sadhe toh hote nahi hain. Neeta jaanti thi ki Ravi
ka din bhar mein kitne hi logon se jhagda hota hoga aur woh
kitnon ko gaaliyan deta ya peetta hoga, isliye usne bus
stand ke is hungame ko bhi Ravi ka roz ka "dabangpan" hi
samjha. Usey kya pata tha ki andar kya hua hai. Office ke
andar Ravi ab bhi baaki dono ki "maka-dhaka" karne mein
laga tha, jabki woh buddha bahar andhere mein kahin gayab
ho gaya. Clerk ne dabe huye lehje mein kaha, "Babu thoda
thanda ho jaiye, hum intezam kar rahe hain...
Bus stand ke us clerk ke office ke bahar side mei khade hokar
Ravi aur Neeta aapas mein bahas kar rahe the. Neeta ne
thodi fikar ke saath kaha, “Dekhiye, ab jo hona tha ho
gaya. Raat mein 9-10 baje ke baad ek Roadways (sarkari)
bus jaati hai. Aap aisa kijiye ki mujhe wahan bitha dijiye
aur aap apne office chale jaiye, MD ko report bhi toh
deni hai. Main usi bus se nikal jaungi.”
Neeta jaanti thi ki train se jaana aur bhi mushkil hai;
Ranchi se maike ke liye sirf do hi trains thi, ek subah
aur ek raat ko, aur woh bhi pahunchne mein 12-14 ghante
le leti thin. Isliye unhone private bus ki booking karwayi thi.
Private bus’ein thoda 'lahriya' (tez) chalti hain aur
7 se 10 ghante mein doori nipat deti hain—halaanki yeh bus ki
haalat aur raaste mein sawari utaarne-charhane par depend karta hai.
Dono ko agar Roadways se hi jaana hota toh woh faltu mein
private bus ki ticket pehle se book hi kyun karate?
Roadways ka kiraya bhale hi kam hota tha, par unki raftar
bahut dheemi hoti thi aur un sarkari bason ki halat bhi
sarkar ke jaisi hi khasta aur tuti-phuti rehti thi. Dusri taraf,
private bus mein sleeper ka intezam hota tha aur seats bhi
achhi milti thin. abhi yahan wahan se AC buses toh nahi chalti thin,
par phir bhi private bason ka sukoon Roadways se kahin behtar tha.
Neeta aur Ravi aapas mein yahi sab jod-ghatao kar rahe the ki
tabhi wahi buddha, jiske saath abhi office ke andar Ravi ki
jhadap hui thi, kahin se ghoom-gham kar wapas aa gaya. Usne
ek baar phir ruk kar Neeta ko apni gehri nazron se ghoora.
Uska ghoorna itna ajeeb tha ki Neeta ke badan mein ek thithuran
si daur gayi. Woh buddha bina kuch kahe, thirchi nazron se
unhe dekhta hua wapas usi office ke andar jaakar baith gaya.
wah buddha bahar se ek plan banakar aaya tha.. udhar wah
neeta ko bhi baar baar ghoor rha tha, Neeta ko uska baar-baar
ghoorna bilkul raas nahi aa raha tha, par Ravi abhi bhi apne
gusse aur agle intezam ki udhedbun mein laga tha.
Ravi ke bagal mein khadi Neeta ke laal blouse ke side se
uski kaali bra ka lace thoda bahar nikal aaya tha.
Us gori peeth aur laal blouse ke beech woh kaala lace
ek alag hi kashish paida kar raha tha. Office ki window
ke thik upar ek lambi white rod-light lagi hui thi,
jiski tej roshni seedha Neeta par gir rahi thi.
Us roshni mein Neeta ke honthon par lagi laal lipstick
aise chamak rahi thi maano koi madak drishya taiyaar ho raha ho.
28 saal ki hone ja rahi Neeta, jiska qad 5.4 feet tha aur
badan ekdum chharhara aur dhala hua, us waqt kisi apsara se kam nahi lag rahi thi.
Uski woh 34 inch ki chuchiyan, jinhe us bra aur tight blouse
ne badi mushkil se qaid kar rakha tha, rod-light ki roshni
mein aur bhi ubhar kar dikh rahi thin. Neeta jaise-jaise
gehri saans leti aur chhodti, uske uroz (sthan) saans ke
saath-saath upar-neeche hote the. Yeh nazaara dekh kar
office ke andar clerk ke paas baithe us buzurg ke ling mein
yauvan ka sanchaar hone laga tha.
Woh buddha khidki ke niche wale khule bhaag (grill) se
Neeta ko lagaatar ghoore ja raha tha. Aur woh ghoore bhi kyun na?
Abhi kuch hi der pehle uske pati Ravi ne usey 50-100 gandi
gaaliyan di thin sirf isliye kyunki usne bus ke time-table par
thoda sa gyaan de diya tha. Woh buddha ab Neeta ki us kaatilana
khoobsoorti aur Ravi ke gusse waale bartaav ke beech jhool rha tha.
Uske dimaag mein shayad us be-izzati ka badla lene ka khayal aa rha tha.
wah aapas mei bat baat kar rhe ravi or neeta ko dekhe hi jaa rha tha.
Neeta us light ke niche khadi apni hi duniya mein gum thi,
par us buzurg ki nazrein uske jism ka ek-ek kona naap rahi thin.
Neeta ki nazar jab us buzurg par padi, toh woh saham gayi.
Us 60-62 saal ke buddhe ka rang jitna gehra kaala tha,
uske sar ke baal utne hi safed ho chuke the. Lekin uski
banawat kisi bimar ya lachar buzurg jaisi nahi thi; uski
height lagbhag 6 feet ke qareeb thi, chhati chaudi thi
aur pet ekdum sapat—kahin se bhi latka hua nahi tha. Woh
office ke andar chair par aise baitha tha ki uski dhoti
uski jaanghon ke kaafi upar tak khisak gayi thi, jaisa ki
aksar dehati ilako mein mard aaram se baithte waqt kar
lete hain. Us buzurg ki aankhen ekdum laal thin,
maano abhi-abhi sharab ki poori botal chadhakar aaya ho.
Jaise hi Neeta ne usey dekha, uski "sixth sense" ne khatre
ka ishara kar diya. Auraton mein mardon ki niyat bhaampne
ka ek kudrati yantra hota hai, aur Neeta ko samajh aa gaya
tha ki woh buzurg usey kis nazar se dekh raha hai. Usne turant
apne blouse ke side ko theek kiya aur khisak kar bahar aaye
apne 34-inch ke ubhaaro ko saree ke pallu se achhe se dhak liya.
Neeta ko aise sahma hua aur apne jism ko samet-te huye dekh kar,
us buzurg ke ling mein shayad tarang daudi hogi. tabhi usne
neeta ko dekhte dekhte apni dhoti ko adjust kiya.
Woh buddha bina sharm ke neeta ko taade ja rha tha.
apna munh khol kar besharmo ki tarah Neeta ko dekh kar
muskura raha tha. Uske saamne ke daant tambaku aur paan
se ekdum laal aur badshurat ho rahe the. Uska woh chehra
dekh kar Neeta ka mann ghin se bhar gaya. Usey wahan ek pal
rukna bhi ab bhari lag raha tha.
Woh turant Ravi ke aur nikat aa gayi aur uski baanh ko kas
kar pakadte huye boli:
“Chaliye na yahan se... ab jab bus chali hi gayi hai,
toh yahan ruk kar ladai karne ka kya fayeda? .”
Ravi, jo abhi bhi clerk ki khidki par apna haq jata raha tha,
gusse mein tamtamatay huye bola:
“Pagal ho gayi ho kya? yeh saale aise hi haramkhor karte hain.
upar se MD ka project sir par hai. Abhi ghar gayi toh kal subah
tak ka time kharab hoga. Main is saale clerk ka bandobast karke hi dam lunga!”
Neeta ne dabi hui awaaz mein, udhar khidki ki taraf ishara kiye bina phir se kaha:
“Par mujhe yahan achha nahi lag raha Ravi... ajeeb log hain yahan.”
Lekin Ravi apni hi dhun mein tha. Woh buddha ab bhi wahi
baitha besharmi se muskura raha tha, maano woh Ravi ki
gaaliyon ka nahi, balki Neeta ki bebasi ka mazaa le raha ho.
Usne apne honthon par lage paan ke laal thook ko andar hi
nigla aur apni laal aankhon se Neeta ke pallu ke piche chhupe
us jism ko ghoorete huye huye clerk ko ishara kiya...
ki bol ho jayega... or aage se na ka ishara kiya..
(shayad usne yeh kaha hoga ki bata do per mera jikr na karna)
Clerk ne chehre par hairani jatate huye Usne dabi awaaz mein pucha:
“Lekin ustad, tum to subah nikalane wale the, Abhi toh sirf 8.30 baj rahe hain...
aur abhi to sawariyan bhi nhi hain. ek sawari ke bharose jaaoge
to kharcha bhi nhi nikalega... raste mei sawari milegi ya nhi koi
thikana nhi hai. yeh bus to subah waali hai. jo booking ho rakhi hai.
wah sawari bhi kuchh der mei aane lagegi.. buddhe se clerk bola..
buddhe ne paan ki ek moti pichkari kone mein fenkte huye bola:
“Kharcha-pani ki chinta tu mat kar, Aaj 'vasooli'
raste mein andhere mein hogi. Tu bas is babu ko ticket de
aur meri subah ki sabhi booking kisi or bus mei kar kar de.
yah doosri bus mei shift kar de.
Clerk ko ab sab samajh aa gaya tha. budhha raat mei hi
sitamarhi nikalne ke liye kyon raaji ho gaya hai. clerk
ne buddhe ki or dekhkar muskuraya. or turant palat kar
Ravi ko aawaj lagate huye kaha..
“Are babu! Ek bus hai, woh bhi Sitamarhi ja rahi hai,”
piche se clerk ki awaaz aayi.
Yeh sunte hi Ravi aur Neeta dono ki jaan mein jaan aayi.
Woh dono ek saath chilla pade:
“Kahan hai bus? Aur kab khulegi?”
Clerk ne unhe ashwasan dete huye kaha:
“Bas ab niklenge hi, wahan khadi hai 1785 number ki bus.
Seat bhi khali hogi.”
Clerk ne Ravi ko bhada (fare) bataya aur bola ki unka nuksan hua hai,
isliye woh thoda kam paise de dein. Usne aage kaha:
“Aap passenger ko baithaiye... abhi thodi hi sawariyan hain.
Pehle baith jaiye, phir aake apna ticket banwa lijiye.”
Neeta ko ab rahat mehsoos ho rahi thi. Akhir ab maike jaane
mein sirf kuch sau kilometre ka hi fasla bacha tha.
Ravi turant Neeta ko lekar bus ke paas pahunch gaya.
Usne bus ke darwaze se andar jhaank kar dekha.
Bus ke andar ka nazara thoda ajeeb aur dhundhla tha.
Seeton par purane parde parde bhi pade the.
Bus mein kuch log baithe dikhayi diye,
jinmein 2-3 ladies bhi thin aur kuchh log bahar bus ke bahar bhi khade the.
ravi ne unmei ek se puchha ki yhei bus ja rhi hai..
to wahan khdi 1 aadmi bola, hann abhi conductor sahab bol
gaye hain ki ab chalna hai, aap bhi birajiye...-wah yuvak bola.
bus ke andar kuchh Log bus ki sleeper seeton par lete huye the,
isliye bahar se yeh anuman lagana mushkil tha ki kaun
si seat bhari hai aur kaun si khali. Bus mein kadam rakhte
hi unhe shuruat ki ek-do seetein khali nazar aayin.
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is story ke viewer nhi writer baniye, hmen idea dijiye,
plot likhiye, agar achha hua to use mei shamil karenge.
Continued.. Stay tuned
“Are Neeta, itni der se taiyaar ho rahi ho? Bus chhoot
jayegi bhai!” Ravi ki bhari awaaz Neeta ke kaano mein padi".
“Main taiyaar hoon," Neeta ne kursi se uthte huye kaha,
"aap gaadi nikaliye.” Neeta apna purse utha kar bedroom
se bahar aayi; kapdon wala trolley bag Ravi pehle hi gaadi
mein rakh chuka tha.
“Madharchod MD! Saale ko abhi hi project report chahiye tha!”
Ravi apne boss par gusse ka izhaar kar raha tha. Phir woh Neeta
ki taraf muda, “Tum akeli chali jaogi na? Main is haramzaade
ke munh par report phenk kar jaldi se jaldi chala aaunga.”
Ravi ke munh se aisi gandi gaaliyan sun kar Neeta ko vichitra laga.
Usne socha, kya bistar mein apni namardagi ko chhupane ke liye
Ravi apne shabdon mein aisi mardanagi dikhata hai?
Ya construction line mein logon ki bhasha hi aisi ho jati hai?
Neeta ko pichli hi raat ka manzar yaad aa gaya jab usne Ravi ko
sex ke liye uksane ki koshish ki thi, par Ravi se kuch hua hi nahi.
Woh nashe mein dhutt tha aur sex ke naam par sirf uske pet par
halchal karta raha aur thodi der mein ghode bech kar so gaya.
Ravi ki woh gaaliyan ab Neeta ko uski "mungfali" jaisi halat
par parda dalti hui lag rahi thin.
“Aap fikra mat kijiye, wahan bus stand par Papa aa jayenge
mujhe receive karne. Aur yahan toh aap chhod hi rahe hain,
baaki safar toh bus mein bitana hai. Chaliye jaldi,
late ho jayega,” Neeta ne Ravi ko ashwasan dete huye kaha.
Dono gaadi mein baith kar bus stand ki taraf nikal pade.
“Madharchod! Ye traffic... Bhonsdi waale anpadh-ganwar
sab politics mein aayenge toh yahi hoga! Saalon ke dimaag
mein sadak banate samay ye baat nahi aati ki kal is par
aur bhi gaadiyan daudengi. Aaj har kutte-billi ke paas
gaadi hai aur road dekho, bitta bhar ka!” Horn ki kaan-faadu
awaaz ke beech Ravi khud par aur poore nizam par chilla raha tha.
Raat ke 7 baj chuke the. Bus khulne ka scheduled time bhi
7 baje hi tha, par aksar private bus’ein sawariyon ke chakkar
mein ek ghanta deri se hi nikalti thin. Neeta ne booking
pehle hi kar rakhi thi, par Ranchi ke traffic ne unhe aisa
uljhaya ki bus stand pahunchte-pahunchte raat ke 8 baj chuke the.
Neeta ko jis baat ka darr tha, wahi hua—pata chala ki
aaj woh bus apne sahi samay par, yaani 7 baje hi khul gayi thi.
Ranchi ka woh bus stand thoda sunsaan tha, kyonki yeh ranchi ke
outer mei bnaa hai, or yahan jyada suvidhayen bhi ni hai.
wahan sirf 2-3 chhote route ki aur 2 private buses khadi thin.
Raat ke waqt wahan log bhi kam hi nazar aa rahe the.
Ravi booking counter par pahunchte hi fat pada,
“Sab ke sab lootere hain! Jab passenger aaya hi nahi
toh gaadi kaise khol di? Phone kyun nahi kiya?”
Woh booking clerk se paise wapas maangte huye galiyaan
bak raha tha. Counter ki khidki uupar se polythene se
dhaki thi aur niche ek feet tak grill lagi thi,
jahan se sirf andar baithe logon ka dhadh (body) dikhta
tha, sar nahi.
Gusse mein tamtamaya Ravi seedha clerk ke office
ke andar ghus gaya. “Madarchod! Gaadi kaise chhudwa di?
Bhosadi ke, jab mobile number tha toh phone kyun nahi kiya?”
Ravi ka gussa saatvein aasman par tha. Construction
line ki wahi gandi zaban uske munh se jhad rahi thi.
Office mein baithe teen logon ko woh lagatar gaaliyan
de raha tha. Tabhi wahan baithe ek adhed (buddhe) aadmi ne
dheere se kaha, “Babu, bus toh apne time par hi khulti hai,
tumhe waqt se aana chahiye tha.”
Yeh sunte hi Ravi ka paara chadh gaya. “Saale madarchod buddhe!
Private bus chala raha hai tu, koi train nahi jo apne time
par chalegi!” Itna kehte hi Ravi ne us adhed buddhe ko
100-200 galiyen de dai hongi. Ravi ka mood pehle hi boss
ke kaaran kharab tha, aur usne apni poori bhadaas un
office mein baithe us buzurg par nikaal di. Bina kisi
wajah ke us buddhe ko bhi gali khaani padi. Baki logon
ne beech-bachav karke Ravi ko shant karwaya. nhi to
aaj maar peet honi tay thi. Tab clerk ne sahamte huye kaha,
“Babu, gussa thanda kijiye... hum koi intezam karte hain.”
“Are madarchod! Hamein jaana hota toh hum kaise bhi chale jaate,
meri gharwali ko jaana hai!” Ravi ki ye baat sunte hi andar
baithe teeno log ek dum shant ho gaye. yeh woh waqt tha jab
akele aurat ka raat mein safar karna ek badi zimmedari mana
jata tha. Jaise hi Ravi ne "gharwali" shabd ka istemal kiya,
office ke andar ki garmi thodi kam hui.
Ravi ki baat sunkar wahi buddha, jise Ravi ne abhi gariyaake
aaya tha, office jaisi us kothri se bahar nikla. Usne thodi
der idhar-udhar bus stand par nazrein daali aur phir wapas
andar ghus gaya. Usne clerk ke kaan mein kuch phusphusaya aur
phir bahar nikalne laga. Wo Neeta ke paas se guzar raha tha.
aate-jaate uski gehri aur tajurbekaar nazrein Neeta ke bhare
sharir par jam gayi thin. Wo Neeta ko upar se niche tak aise
ghoor raha tha jaise uske jism ka naap le raha ho.
Neeta ko us buddhe ki woh ghoorti hui nazrein bahut ajib aur
"uncomfortable" lagin. Usey ek pal ke liye laga jaise woh mard
uski saree ke paar dekh raha ho. Darr aur jhijhak ke maare
Neeta thoda aur Ravi ke paas khisakh kar khadi ho gayi.
Usey bilkul andaza nahi tha ki abhi-abhi Ravi ne office
ke andar isi buddhe ko jor jor se gali de rha tha.
Khidki par chadhi us purani polythene aur niche lagi grill ki
wajah se Neeta ko andar ka sara drisjya dikhai nhi diya tha.
bas ravi ke gali deni ki hi aawaj aa rhi thi.
Waise bhi, Ravi Ranchi shehar mein kisi dabang se kam nahi
tha. Badi-badi high-tower buildings ka theka lene wale log
seedhe-sadhe toh hote nahi hain. Neeta jaanti thi ki Ravi
ka din bhar mein kitne hi logon se jhagda hota hoga aur woh
kitnon ko gaaliyan deta ya peetta hoga, isliye usne bus
stand ke is hungame ko bhi Ravi ka roz ka "dabangpan" hi
samjha. Usey kya pata tha ki andar kya hua hai. Office ke
andar Ravi ab bhi baaki dono ki "maka-dhaka" karne mein
laga tha, jabki woh buddha bahar andhere mein kahin gayab
ho gaya. Clerk ne dabe huye lehje mein kaha, "Babu thoda
thanda ho jaiye, hum intezam kar rahe hain...
Bus stand ke us clerk ke office ke bahar side mei khade hokar
Ravi aur Neeta aapas mein bahas kar rahe the. Neeta ne
thodi fikar ke saath kaha, “Dekhiye, ab jo hona tha ho
gaya. Raat mein 9-10 baje ke baad ek Roadways (sarkari)
bus jaati hai. Aap aisa kijiye ki mujhe wahan bitha dijiye
aur aap apne office chale jaiye, MD ko report bhi toh
deni hai. Main usi bus se nikal jaungi.”
Neeta jaanti thi ki train se jaana aur bhi mushkil hai;
Ranchi se maike ke liye sirf do hi trains thi, ek subah
aur ek raat ko, aur woh bhi pahunchne mein 12-14 ghante
le leti thin. Isliye unhone private bus ki booking karwayi thi.
Private bus’ein thoda 'lahriya' (tez) chalti hain aur
7 se 10 ghante mein doori nipat deti hain—halaanki yeh bus ki
haalat aur raaste mein sawari utaarne-charhane par depend karta hai.
Dono ko agar Roadways se hi jaana hota toh woh faltu mein
private bus ki ticket pehle se book hi kyun karate?
Roadways ka kiraya bhale hi kam hota tha, par unki raftar
bahut dheemi hoti thi aur un sarkari bason ki halat bhi
sarkar ke jaisi hi khasta aur tuti-phuti rehti thi. Dusri taraf,
private bus mein sleeper ka intezam hota tha aur seats bhi
achhi milti thin. abhi yahan wahan se AC buses toh nahi chalti thin,
par phir bhi private bason ka sukoon Roadways se kahin behtar tha.
Neeta aur Ravi aapas mein yahi sab jod-ghatao kar rahe the ki
tabhi wahi buddha, jiske saath abhi office ke andar Ravi ki
jhadap hui thi, kahin se ghoom-gham kar wapas aa gaya. Usne
ek baar phir ruk kar Neeta ko apni gehri nazron se ghoora.
Uska ghoorna itna ajeeb tha ki Neeta ke badan mein ek thithuran
si daur gayi. Woh buddha bina kuch kahe, thirchi nazron se
unhe dekhta hua wapas usi office ke andar jaakar baith gaya.
wah buddha bahar se ek plan banakar aaya tha.. udhar wah
neeta ko bhi baar baar ghoor rha tha, Neeta ko uska baar-baar
ghoorna bilkul raas nahi aa raha tha, par Ravi abhi bhi apne
gusse aur agle intezam ki udhedbun mein laga tha.
Ravi ke bagal mein khadi Neeta ke laal blouse ke side se
uski kaali bra ka lace thoda bahar nikal aaya tha.
Us gori peeth aur laal blouse ke beech woh kaala lace
ek alag hi kashish paida kar raha tha. Office ki window
ke thik upar ek lambi white rod-light lagi hui thi,
jiski tej roshni seedha Neeta par gir rahi thi.
Us roshni mein Neeta ke honthon par lagi laal lipstick
aise chamak rahi thi maano koi madak drishya taiyaar ho raha ho.
28 saal ki hone ja rahi Neeta, jiska qad 5.4 feet tha aur
badan ekdum chharhara aur dhala hua, us waqt kisi apsara se kam nahi lag rahi thi.
Uski woh 34 inch ki chuchiyan, jinhe us bra aur tight blouse
ne badi mushkil se qaid kar rakha tha, rod-light ki roshni
mein aur bhi ubhar kar dikh rahi thin. Neeta jaise-jaise
gehri saans leti aur chhodti, uske uroz (sthan) saans ke
saath-saath upar-neeche hote the. Yeh nazaara dekh kar
office ke andar clerk ke paas baithe us buzurg ke ling mein
yauvan ka sanchaar hone laga tha.
Woh buddha khidki ke niche wale khule bhaag (grill) se
Neeta ko lagaatar ghoore ja raha tha. Aur woh ghoore bhi kyun na?
Abhi kuch hi der pehle uske pati Ravi ne usey 50-100 gandi
gaaliyan di thin sirf isliye kyunki usne bus ke time-table par
thoda sa gyaan de diya tha. Woh buddha ab Neeta ki us kaatilana
khoobsoorti aur Ravi ke gusse waale bartaav ke beech jhool rha tha.
Uske dimaag mein shayad us be-izzati ka badla lene ka khayal aa rha tha.
wah aapas mei bat baat kar rhe ravi or neeta ko dekhe hi jaa rha tha.
Neeta us light ke niche khadi apni hi duniya mein gum thi,
par us buzurg ki nazrein uske jism ka ek-ek kona naap rahi thin.
Neeta ki nazar jab us buzurg par padi, toh woh saham gayi.
Us 60-62 saal ke buddhe ka rang jitna gehra kaala tha,
uske sar ke baal utne hi safed ho chuke the. Lekin uski
banawat kisi bimar ya lachar buzurg jaisi nahi thi; uski
height lagbhag 6 feet ke qareeb thi, chhati chaudi thi
aur pet ekdum sapat—kahin se bhi latka hua nahi tha. Woh
office ke andar chair par aise baitha tha ki uski dhoti
uski jaanghon ke kaafi upar tak khisak gayi thi, jaisa ki
aksar dehati ilako mein mard aaram se baithte waqt kar
lete hain. Us buzurg ki aankhen ekdum laal thin,
maano abhi-abhi sharab ki poori botal chadhakar aaya ho.
Jaise hi Neeta ne usey dekha, uski "sixth sense" ne khatre
ka ishara kar diya. Auraton mein mardon ki niyat bhaampne
ka ek kudrati yantra hota hai, aur Neeta ko samajh aa gaya
tha ki woh buzurg usey kis nazar se dekh raha hai. Usne turant
apne blouse ke side ko theek kiya aur khisak kar bahar aaye
apne 34-inch ke ubhaaro ko saree ke pallu se achhe se dhak liya.
Neeta ko aise sahma hua aur apne jism ko samet-te huye dekh kar,
us buzurg ke ling mein shayad tarang daudi hogi. tabhi usne
neeta ko dekhte dekhte apni dhoti ko adjust kiya.
Woh buddha bina sharm ke neeta ko taade ja rha tha.
apna munh khol kar besharmo ki tarah Neeta ko dekh kar
muskura raha tha. Uske saamne ke daant tambaku aur paan
se ekdum laal aur badshurat ho rahe the. Uska woh chehra
dekh kar Neeta ka mann ghin se bhar gaya. Usey wahan ek pal
rukna bhi ab bhari lag raha tha.
Woh turant Ravi ke aur nikat aa gayi aur uski baanh ko kas
kar pakadte huye boli:
“Chaliye na yahan se... ab jab bus chali hi gayi hai,
toh yahan ruk kar ladai karne ka kya fayeda? .”
Ravi, jo abhi bhi clerk ki khidki par apna haq jata raha tha,
gusse mein tamtamatay huye bola:
“Pagal ho gayi ho kya? yeh saale aise hi haramkhor karte hain.
upar se MD ka project sir par hai. Abhi ghar gayi toh kal subah
tak ka time kharab hoga. Main is saale clerk ka bandobast karke hi dam lunga!”
Neeta ne dabi hui awaaz mein, udhar khidki ki taraf ishara kiye bina phir se kaha:
“Par mujhe yahan achha nahi lag raha Ravi... ajeeb log hain yahan.”
Lekin Ravi apni hi dhun mein tha. Woh buddha ab bhi wahi
baitha besharmi se muskura raha tha, maano woh Ravi ki
gaaliyon ka nahi, balki Neeta ki bebasi ka mazaa le raha ho.
Usne apne honthon par lage paan ke laal thook ko andar hi
nigla aur apni laal aankhon se Neeta ke pallu ke piche chhupe
us jism ko ghoorete huye huye clerk ko ishara kiya...
ki bol ho jayega... or aage se na ka ishara kiya..
(shayad usne yeh kaha hoga ki bata do per mera jikr na karna)
Clerk ne chehre par hairani jatate huye Usne dabi awaaz mein pucha:
“Lekin ustad, tum to subah nikalane wale the, Abhi toh sirf 8.30 baj rahe hain...
aur abhi to sawariyan bhi nhi hain. ek sawari ke bharose jaaoge
to kharcha bhi nhi nikalega... raste mei sawari milegi ya nhi koi
thikana nhi hai. yeh bus to subah waali hai. jo booking ho rakhi hai.
wah sawari bhi kuchh der mei aane lagegi.. buddhe se clerk bola..
buddhe ne paan ki ek moti pichkari kone mein fenkte huye bola:
“Kharcha-pani ki chinta tu mat kar, Aaj 'vasooli'
raste mein andhere mein hogi. Tu bas is babu ko ticket de
aur meri subah ki sabhi booking kisi or bus mei kar kar de.
yah doosri bus mei shift kar de.
Clerk ko ab sab samajh aa gaya tha. budhha raat mei hi
sitamarhi nikalne ke liye kyon raaji ho gaya hai. clerk
ne buddhe ki or dekhkar muskuraya. or turant palat kar
Ravi ko aawaj lagate huye kaha..
“Are babu! Ek bus hai, woh bhi Sitamarhi ja rahi hai,”
piche se clerk ki awaaz aayi.
Yeh sunte hi Ravi aur Neeta dono ki jaan mein jaan aayi.
Woh dono ek saath chilla pade:
“Kahan hai bus? Aur kab khulegi?”
Clerk ne unhe ashwasan dete huye kaha:
“Bas ab niklenge hi, wahan khadi hai 1785 number ki bus.
Seat bhi khali hogi.”
Clerk ne Ravi ko bhada (fare) bataya aur bola ki unka nuksan hua hai,
isliye woh thoda kam paise de dein. Usne aage kaha:
“Aap passenger ko baithaiye... abhi thodi hi sawariyan hain.
Pehle baith jaiye, phir aake apna ticket banwa lijiye.”
Neeta ko ab rahat mehsoos ho rahi thi. Akhir ab maike jaane
mein sirf kuch sau kilometre ka hi fasla bacha tha.
Ravi turant Neeta ko lekar bus ke paas pahunch gaya.
Usne bus ke darwaze se andar jhaank kar dekha.
Bus ke andar ka nazara thoda ajeeb aur dhundhla tha.
Seeton par purane parde parde bhi pade the.
Bus mein kuch log baithe dikhayi diye,
jinmein 2-3 ladies bhi thin aur kuchh log bahar bus ke bahar bhi khade the.
ravi ne unmei ek se puchha ki yhei bus ja rhi hai..
to wahan khdi 1 aadmi bola, hann abhi conductor sahab bol
gaye hain ki ab chalna hai, aap bhi birajiye...-wah yuvak bola.
bus ke andar kuchh Log bus ki sleeper seeton par lete huye the,
isliye bahar se yeh anuman lagana mushkil tha ki kaun
si seat bhari hai aur kaun si khali. Bus mein kadam rakhte
hi unhe shuruat ki ek-do seetein khali nazar aayin.
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