Misc. Erotica सुपरस्टीशन

[maitripatel]

Yahaan Pooja ki haalat yeh thi toh waha Baba ki haalat kya thi woh bhi jaante hai. Baba bhi apne kamre mein soya hua tha aur uska tan aur mann Pooja ko kaise vash karke apni banaya ja sakta hai uske baare mein soch raha tha. Usne socha ki Pooja aise haath aanewali ladki nahi hai. Uske liye mujhe dhairya aur poori saajgata ke saath kaam karna hoga. Mujhe meri purani galtiyon ko dubara nahi dohrana chahiye...... aur woh apne ateet mein chala gaya....................



"Baba ki kahani, Baba ki zubaani" iss baar koi Shraddha ya bhakti ki katha nahi, balki ek aise pakhandi chehre ka pardaafaash hai, joh masoom logo ki aastha aur majboori ka fayda uthakar apne swarth poore karta raha. Yeh kahani uss sach ko saamne laane ka prayas hai, joh aksar bheed, vishwas aur andhbhakti ke peeche chhip jaata hai.


Shuruwat mein Baba khud ko ek ni:swarth sevak ke roop mein prastut karta tha. Woh logon ki samasyaein sunta, unhe dhaandhas bandhata aur yeh daawa karta ki woh bina kisi paise ke unki madad karta hai. Yahi uski sabse badi chaal thi—logon ka bharosa jeetna. Dheere-dheere uski jhoothi chhavi itni mazboot ho gayi ki door-door se log uske paas aane lage. Har koi usse ek masiha samajhne laga, jabki asliyat kuch aur hi thi. Maitri ki prastuti


Bheed badhne lagi, lekin yeh bheed seva ka pramaan nahi, balki uske chhal ka parinaam thi. Logon ki aastha uske liye ek saadhan ban chuki thi. Jab uske paas bheed bahut adhik ho gayi aur uski sachchai saamne aane ka khatra badhne laga, tab usne ek naya tareeka apnaya,woh khud mareezon ke ghar jaane laga. Yeh kadam bahar se dekhne mein seva jaisa lagta tha, lekin asal mein yeh uske khel ko aur gehrai se khelne ki chaal thi, jaha woh bina kisi gawah ke apne kaarnamo ko anjaam de sake.


Yeh prastavana uss andhe vishwas ke khilaaf ek chetawani hai, joh bina sawal kiye kisi ko bhi Bhagwan ka darja de deta hai. Aage ki kahani mein Baba ke woh saare kaarnaame ujagar honge, jinme chhal, dhokha aur swarth ki partein ek-ek karke saamne aayengi. Yeh sirf ek vyakti ki kahani nahi, balki samaaj ke uss pehlu ka aaina hai, jaha sachchai aksar vishwas ke bojh tale dab jaati hai.


Ek din subah ek 40 saal ka aadmi mere paas hadbadaaya hua aaya aur bola, "Baba, meri ladki ko kuch ho gaya hai. Aap chalkar dekh lo, aapke baare mein bahut suna hai."


Maine poocha, "Uski umar kya hai?" Maitri rachit story.


"Abhi-abhi 18 saal ki hui hai. Kai dino se pagalon jaisa bartav kar rahi hai."


Mai uski gaadi mein baithkar uske ghar pahuncha. Kamre mein ladki ko dekhte hi meri nazar thehar gayi. Doodh jaisa gora rang, kaali-kaali aankhein, ubhra hua seena aur maatr 4 feet 9 inch ki kad-kaathi.
Maine aankhein band ki, kuch der dhyaan mein baitha raha, phir aankhein kholkar gambhir swar mein kaha, "Iss ladki ka theek hona namumkin hai."


Ladki ke mata-pita rone lage. Maa ne mere pair pakad liye aur boli, "Aisa mat kahiye Baba! Aap hi humari aakhri umeed hain. Aakhir ise kya ho gaya hai?"

Maine thande swar mein kaha, "Iss par ek shaktishali pret ka saaya hai. Woh iski jaan lekar hi jaayega."

Yeh sunte hi maa foot-footkar ro padi. "Kuch toh upaay hoga Baba!
 
Aapne itne logon ko theek kiya hai, ise bhi theek kar dijiye."

Maine kaha, "Mai ise theek toh kar sakta hoon… par…"

"Par kya Baba?" Maa ne adheer hokar poocha, "Jitne paise chahiye, bata dijiye. Mai de doongi."

"Mujhe paise nahi chahiye," Maine saaf kaha.

Maa ne rote hue poocha, "Toh phir bataiye, kya karna hoga?"

"Bahut kathin kaam hai. Mujhe khaas vidhi karni hogi." Edited by FunLove.

Maine kuch samaan mangwaya.


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Bane rahiye.........................