[Babab96]

Dadaji, kuchh der ke liye shant ho gye...

Me _ Kyaa hua dadaji?

Dadaji:
“Jay… ek baat poochun?”

Main:
“Haan Dadaji.”
Unhone gehri saans li.

Dadaji:
“Tu mujhe apna Guru maanta hai na?”

Main thoda hairaan hua.

Main:
“Ismein poochne ki kya baat hai?”

Dadaji halka sa muskuraaye.

Dadaji:
“Toh phir mujhe apni Guru Dakshina chahiye.”

Main unki taraf dekhne laga.

Main:
“Guru Dakshina?”

Dadaji ne dheere se sir hilaya.

Dadaji:
“Haan. Lekin mujhe paise, zameen ya koi cheez nahi chahiye.”

Unki awaaz ab pehle se zyada gambhir thi.

Dadaji:
“Mujhe ek purana badla chahiye.”

Main kuch pal chup raha.

Main:
“Kis se?”

Dadaji ne saamne dekha.

Dadaji:
“Gafur se.”

Main hairaan reh gaya.

Gafur ka naam hamare ghar mein aksar izzat ke saath liya jaata tha. Woh Dadaji ka bahut purana aur kareebi dost tha. or dadaji or Dadi Manjot Kaur ke milan me, Gafur ki bhi bhumika thi...

Main:
“Lekin Gafur toh aapka dost tha…”

Dadaji ne meri baat kaat di.
Dadaji:
“Tha, Jay. Dost tha.” Hai bhi lakin ho tha ab waisa kuchh nhi hai...

Unhone “tha” par khaas zor diya.

Dadaji:
“Gafur, uska beta Momin, Javed… aur Gafur ka bhai Junaid. Aur sabse bada naam—Jahangir.”

Main chup raha.

Dadaji ne apni lathi uthakar mitti mein ek chhoti si lakeer kheench di.

Dadaji:
“Jahangir ne do baar mera bharosa toda.”

Main:
“Kya hua tha?”
Dadaji kuch pal ke liye bilkul chup ho gaye.

Phir unhone kahani shuru ki.

Dadaji:
“Hamare gaon mein ek Sikh parivaar rehta hai..Us parivaar ke mukhiya hai Tejinder Singh Dhillon.”

Dadaji ke chehre par purani yaadon ki parchhai aa gayi.

Dadaji:
“Tejinder mera sirf dost nahi tha, Jay. Woh mera bahut ghana dost tha. Bilkul Gafur ki tarah.”

Dadaji ne meri taraf dekha.

Dadaji:

“Uski ek beti thi… Simarjeet Kaur.”

Main chupchaap sunta raha.

Dadaji:
“Jahangir ki nazar Simarjeet par thi. Mujhe jab iska pata chala, maine Jahangir ko samjhaya. Uske baap Junaid ko bhi samjhaya.”

Dadaji ki awaaz sakht ho gayi.

Dadaji:
“Maine dono se kaha tha—yeh galat hai. Tejinder mera dost hai. Uske bharose ko mat todna.”

Phir Dadaji ne ek kadvi hansi hasi.

Dadaji:
“Lekin Jahangir ne meri baat nahi maani.”

Main:
“Usne kya kiya?”

Dadaji:
“Simarjeet ko bhaga le gaya.”

Mere paas kehne ke liye kuch nahi tha.

Dadaji ne aage kaha—

Dadaji:
“Jahangir ne Simarjeet se shaadi kar li.”

Hawa ka ek tez jhonka aaya.
Khatia halki si hil gayi.

Dadaji:
“Sabse badi baat jaanta hai kya thi?”

Main:
“Kya?”

Dadaji:
“Tejinder ko mujh par poora bharosa tha.”

Dadaji ki aankhon mein dard tha.

Dadaji:
“Usse yakeen tha ki agar maine Jahangir ko samjha diya hai, toh Jahangir uski beti ko bhagane ki himmat nahi karega.”

Dadaji ne nazar neeche kar li.

Dadaji:
“Lekin jab Jahangir ne aisa kiya… toh mujhe Tejinder ke saamne sharminda hona pada.”

Main dheere se bola—

Main:
“Lekin Gafur ka ismein kya kasoor tha?”

Dadaji ne turant meri taraf dekha.

Dadaji:
“Yahi toh baat hai, Jay.”
Unhone kuch pal rukkar kaha—

Dadaji:
“Gafur ne mujhe vachan diya tha.”

Main:
“Kaisa vachan?”

Dadaji:
“Usne kaha tha ki Jahangir meri baat maanega. Usne mujhe dosti ki kasam di thi.” Taki me Jahangir ko jaan se naa maru...uski iss harkat ke liye...

Dadaji ki ungliyaan lathi par kas gayin.

Dadaji:
“Lekin Jahangir ne woh vachan tod diya.”

Main ab samajhne ki koshish kar raha tha ki Dadaji itne saalon baad ye sab kyun bata rahe hain.

Main:
“Phir doosri baar kya hua?”

Dadaji ki aankhon mein gussa laut aaya.

Dadaji:
“Doosri baar toh usne meri apni family ko chot pahunchayi.”

Main seedha hokar baith gaya.

Dadaji:

“Mere chhote saale Dushyant ki ek beti thi.” Archana...

Unhone dheere se kaha—

Dadaji:
“Jahangir usse bhi bhaga le gaya.”

Main sann reh gaya.

Main:
“Dadaji…”

Dadaji:
“Uske baad Dushyant ne mujhse lagbhag sambandh hi tod liya.” Dushyant sirf mera Sala nhi tha, wo mera right hand tha...mere sath saaye ki tarah khade hone wala, mera bharosemanad sala, or chhote bhai ki tarah tha...

Dadaji ki awaaz mein pehli baar thakaan mehsoos hui.

Dadaji:
“Usse lagta tha ki jis Gafur ke khandan ko maine yahan basne mein madad ki… usi khandan ne uske ghar ko tod diya.”

Dadaji ne meri aankhon mein dekha.

Dadaji:
“Aur sabse zyada dard kis baat ka tha?”

Main chup raha.

Dadaji:
“Gafur ne is baar bhi mujhe vachan diya tha.”

Unki awaaz dheemi ho gayi.

Dadaji:
“Usne kaha tha ki Jahangir Dushyant ki beti ko bhool jayega.”

Ek lambi khamoshi chha gayi.

Neem ke patte hawa mein hil rahe the.

Dadaji ne dheere se kaha—

Dadaji:
“Lekin usne phir mera bharosa tod diya.”

Main Dadaji ko dekhta raha.
Ab mujhe samajh aa raha tha ki unke liye ye sirf do purani shaadiyon ki kahani nahi thi.
Ye dosti, bharose aur diye gaye vachanon ka hisaab tha.
Dadaji ne meri taraf haath badhaya.

Dadaji:
“Jay…”

Main unki taraf dekhta hoon.

Dadaji:
“Ab waqt aa gaya hai ki jis hisaab ko chukane kaa main poori zindagi intejar karta tha …”

Unhone meri aankhon mein dekhkar kaha—

Dadaji:
“Woh tu meri Guru Dakshina mein chukaaye.”

Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga.

Us shaam mujhe pehli baar samajh aaya…sirf mujhe mera or Bhanu tau kaa or khud kaa ateet nahi suna rahe the.

Woh mujhe apne badle ki kahani ka agla kirdaar bana rahe the.

Dadaji_ Me chahta hun, tu gafur ke khandan ki ak ak chut me apna lund gehrai tak utare...

Ye sun kar me chouk gyaa...

Dadaji_ Chouko mat jay, yahi Mera badla hoga, jise tum loge, mere liye... 

Me_ Dadaji aap 3 badlo ke liye to mujhe taiyar kar chuke ho, or bhi koi kahani or ikchha adhuri ho to wo bhi bata dijiye....

Dadaji_ To kyaa tum Abhay kaa, Bhanu kaa, or Mera badla lene ke liye taiyar ho...

Me_ Haa dadaji, me puri kosish karunga, 3 no badle lene ki...

Dadaji_ to fir tum challenge bhi accept kar hi lo?

Me_ Konsa challenge?

Dadaji_ 100 chut marne kaa challenge...

Mene kuchh der socha or dadaji se pucha...

Me_ Akhir kiski ikchha thi ye 100 mahilao se sambhandh banane ki...

Dadaji kuchh der sunne ke baad...

Dadaji_ ye challenge mujhe mere pita ne dia tha Jay..mene Tumharey pita Abhay or tau Bhim ko...
Or Tumharey pita ki 2 aakhri ikchaye thi...ak ki tum apne pariwar ki maut kaa badla lo or dusri ki 100 chuto per apne lund ki mohar lagao....