04-11-2026, 12:24 PM
Chapter 5: Aakhri Ummeed — Anjaan Raaste Par Aghori Baba Se Mulaqat
Baarish ab bhi rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi.
Main sadak ke kinaare ladkhadate kadmon se aage badh raha tha. Mere kapde poori tarah bheeg chuke the aur sharir mein hone wala dard ab bardasht se bahar hota ja raha tha. Mahendra aur uske aadmiyon ki maar ka asar ab saaf mehsoos hone laga tha.
Mera sir bhaari ho raha tha. Aankhon ke saamne kabhi-kabhi dhundhla-sa chha jaata aur pairon mein itni kamzori mehsoos hoti ki lagta, abhi zameen par gir padunga.
Lekin main rukna nahi chahta tha.
Mujhe bas Jamil Chacha ke gaon tak pahunchna tha. Mere paas na paise the, na koi saadhan aur na hi koi aisa insaan jo mujhe lene aa sakta tha.
Main (man hi man): "Bas thoda aur chalna hai, Jay. Himmat mat haar. Jamil Chacha mil gaye toh shayad sab kuch sambhalne ka koi raasta nikal aaye."
Main apne aap ko samjhata hua aage badh raha tha ki tabhi sadak ke ek sunsaan hisse mein meri takkar kisi insaan se ho gayi.
"Dhyaan se, beta!"
Ek bhaari aur kuch ajeeb-si awaaz mere kaanon mein padi.
Main ladkhadakar peeche hua aur saamne dekha.
Mere saamne ek buzurg baba khade the.
Unke lambe, uljhe hue baal the. Gale mein kai tarah ki rudraksh ki malaayein latak rahi thi. Unke maathe par bhasm lagi thi aur sharir par saadhaaran, purane kapde the. Unka roop aam sadhuon se alag tha. Unhe dekhkar koi bhi unhe aghori sadhu samajh sakta tha.
Baarish ke beech unki aankhein ajeeb tarah se sthir thi. Wo mujhe gaur se dekh rahe the, jaise mere chehre ke peeche chhupe kisi dard ko padhne ki koshish kar rahe hon.
Main pehle hi itna thaka hua tha ki unse takrane ke baad mujhe apna santulan banaye rakhna bhi mushkil lag raha tha.
Main: "Maaf kijiye, Baba. Dhyaan nahi raha."
Main unke paas se nikalne ke liye aage badhne laga.
Lekin tabhi unki awaaz dobara sunai di.
Aghori Baba: "Ruk, beta!"
Main ruk gaya aur palatkar unki taraf dekha.
Baba ki nazar ab bhi mujh par tiki hui thi. Unhone kuch pal tak mujhe dekha, phir gambhir awaaz mein kaha—
Aghori Baba: "Tujhe aaj ki raat khud ko zinda rakhna hai."
Main unki baat sunkar uljhan mein pad gaya.
Main: "Ji... kya kaha aapne?"
Baba ne apni aankhein sikodkar meri taraf dekha.
Aghori Baba: "Aaj ki raat bahut bhaari hai, beta. Agar tune khud ko sambhaal kar nahi rakha, toh tera ye shareer toh zinda rahega... lekin teri aatma tera shareer chhod degi."
Unke shabd sunkar main kuch pal ke liye khamosh reh gaya.
Baarish ki boondein mere chehre par gir rahi thi. Mere kaan unki baat sun rahe the, lekin mera thaka hua dimaag uska matlab samajhne ki haalat mein nahi tha.
Main pehle hi apni zindagi ki sabse buri ghadi se guzar raha tha.
Ghar chhoot gaya tha. Apno ne saath chhod diya tha. Jeb khaali thi. Sharir dard se toot raha tha aur ab mujhe bukhar bhi chadhne laga tha.
Mere maathe par paseena aur baarish ka paani ek saath beh raha tha. Haath-pair thande pad rahe the, lekin andar se badan aag ki tarah tap raha tha.
Maine baba ki taraf dekha.
Main: "Baba, main aapki baat samjha nahi. Aap kehna kya chahte hain?"
Baba ne turant koi jawaab nahi diya.
Wo bas mujhe dekhte rahe.
Unke chehre par na muskurahat thi, na ghabrahat. Unki aankhon mein ek aisi gambhirta thi, jise main us waqt samajh nahi pa raha tha.
Aghori Baba: "Har baat ko samajhne ke liye dimaag nahi, beta... kabhi-kabhi waqt chahiye hota hai."
Main unki baat sunkar aur ulajh gaya.
Mujhe laga shayad wo koi sadhu hain, jo apne tareeke se baat kar rahe hain. Mere paas na unki baat samajhne ki taakat thi, na hi wahan rukkar unse aur sawaal karne ka mann.
Mujhe bas aage badhna tha.
Main: "Theek hai, Baba. Mujhe jaana hai."
Maine palatkar chalna shuru kar diya.
Peeche se unki awaaz ek baar phir aayi—
Aghori Baba: "Yaad rakhna, beta! Aaj ki raat haar mat maanna. Tera sabse bada dushman wo nahi hai, jo tujhe barbaad karna chahta hai... balki wo pal hai, jab tu khud apni himmat haar jaayega!"
Main kuch pal ke liye ruka.
Unke shabd mere kaanon mein goonj rahe the, lekin main unka matlab poori tarah samajh nahi paaya.
Maine peeche mudkar dekha.
Baba ab bhi wahin khade the, gale mein malaayein pehne, baarish ke beech mujhe dekh rahe the.
Main kuch kahe bina dobara aage badh gaya.
Mera sharir ab pehle se bhi zyada bhaari lag raha tha. Har kadam par pair ladkhada rahe the. Sar mein tez dard tha aur bukhar badhta hua mehsoos ho raha tha.
Main (man hi man): "Pata nahi Baba kya keh rahe the. Meri zindagi mein pehle hi itni pareshaniyan hain. Ab in baaton ko sochne ki taakat bhi nahi bachi."
Maine apne kadam tez karne ki koshish ki, lekin sharir saath nahi de raha tha.
Kuch door chalne ke baad maine ek baar phir peeche mudkar dekha.
Sadak ke us hisse par baarish ka paani beh raha tha. Door tak mujhe koi nazar nahi aaya.
Main ye bhi nahi keh sakta tha ki Baba wahan se chale gaye the ya baarish aur andhere ke beech meri nazron se ojhal ho gaye the.
Maine apna sir jhatka aur aage badh gaya.
Mujhe abhi bhi 150 kilometer door Jamil Chacha ke gaon tak pahunchna tha.
Mujhe nahi pata tha ki us raat mere saath kya hone wala hai. Baba ki baat ka kya matlab tha, ye bhi samajh nahi aaya tha.
Lekin unke aakhri shabd mere kaanon mein baar-baar goonj rahe the—
"Aaj ki raat haar mat maanna, beta!"
Aur main apne dard, bukhar aur tootti hui himmat ke saath baarish mein aage badhta raha.
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Chapter 6: Raat Ke Teen Baje — Ek Aatma, Do Shareer
Raat ke kareeb 3 baj chuke the.
Tez baarish ab bhi rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi. Sadak par door-door tak andhera tha. Kabhi-kabhi kisi gaadi ki roshni andhere ko cheer kar nikal jaati, aur phir wahi sannata chha jaata.
Main lagataar chalta ja raha tha.
Mere pairon mein ab jaan nahi bachi thi. Sharir par lagi choton ka dard badhta ja raha tha. Bukhaar ki wajah se meri aankhon ke saamne sab kuch dhundhla hone laga tha. Pet khaali tha, kapde baarish se poori tarah bheeg chuke the, aur har saans lena bhi mushkil hota ja raha tha.
Maine khud se kaha—
“Bas thoda aur, Jay… thoda aur chal le. Jamil Chacha ke paas pahunch gaya, toh shayad sab theek ho jaayega.”
Lekin mera sharir ab mera saath dene ko taiyaar nahi tha.
Main sadak ke kinaare ladkhadaya. Sambhalne ki koshish ki, par mere pair jaise zameen mein dhans gaye hon. Maine saamne se aati ek gaadi ki roshni dekhi.
Uske baad…
Achanak ek tez takkar hui.
Ek pal ke liye mujhe laga jaise kisi ne mere poore sharir ko hawa mein uchhaal diya ho. Phir sab kuch andhera ho gaya.
Na dard ka ehsaas raha, na baarish ki thandak, na hi apni saanson ki aawaaz.
Bas ek gehra sannata.
Jab Maine Khud Ko Sadak Par Dekha
Pata nahi kitni der baad, jab maine dobara aankhein kholi, toh mere saamne ka nazara dekhkar main sunn reh gaya.
Main sadak par khada tha.
Lekin… mera sharir mujhse kuch door sadak par pada hua tha!
Maine neeche dekha. Mere haath-pair the, main chal bhi raha tha, lekin phir meri nazar apne hi sharir par padi—bheegi hui shirt, khoon se sane kapde aur aankhein band.
“Yeh… yeh mera sharir hai?”
Meri aawaaz mere hi kaanon tak pahunchi, lekin mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki main bol kaise raha tha.
Main ghabrakar apne sharir ke paas gaya. Use hilaane ki koshish ki, lekin mere haath us tak pahunchkar bhi jaise kuch chhoo nahi paa rahe the.
“Utho, Jay! Utho!”
Maine khud ko jhanjhodna chaha.
“Yeh mazaak hai na? Main yahin hoon! Mujhe sunai nahi de raha tum logon ko?”
Sadak par kuch log jama ho chuke the. Ek aadmi ne apni gaadi kinaare roki hui thi. Doosra phone par ambulance ko call kar raha tha.
“Bhai, jaldi bhejiye! Ek aadmi ka accident ho gaya hai. Haalat bahut kharaab lag rahi hai!”
Ek aur aadmi mere paas jhukkar meri nabz dekhne laga.
Main cheekha, “Main zinda hoon! Mujhe bachao!”
Lekin kisi ne meri taraf dekha tak nahi.
Tabhi mere andar ek anjaana darr paida hua.
Kya main mar chuka hoon?
Nahi… yeh kaise ho sakta tha?
Abhi toh mujhe Jamil Chacha tak pahunchna tha. Abhi toh mujhe apne Papa ke saath hui na-insaafi ka sach jaanana tha. Abhi toh mujhe Tau Mahendra se apne har sawaal ka jawaab lena tha.
Meri kahaani toh abhi shuru bhi nahi hui thi!
Doosra Haadsa
Main apne hi sharir ke paas khada tha, tabhi achanak sadak ke doosri taraf se ek tez aawaaz aayi.
Ek motorcycle phisalkar sadak par gir gayi thi.
Us par savaar aadmi kuch door jaakar gira. Uski bike sadak par ghisatti hui kinaare ja lagi.
Logon mein se kuch uski taraf bhaage.
“Arey, idhar bhi accident ho gaya!”
Main bhi us taraf dekhne laga.
Woh aadmi sadak par pada tha. Uski aankhein band thi aur uske aas-paas bhi log jama hone lage the.
Phir maine kuch aisa dekha, jiski kalpana tak maine kabhi nahi ki thi.
Us aadmi ke sharir se ek dhundhli-si aakriti alag hone lagi.
Bilkul waise hi, jaise main apne sharir se alag khada tha.
Woh uski aatma thi.
Main apni jagah jam gaya.
Woh aakriti kuch pal apne hi sharir ke upar mandraati rahi. Phir usne jaise kisi anjaani taakat ke kheenchne par meri taraf rukh kiya.
“Yeh kya ho raha hai?” maine ghabrakar kaha.
Woh meri taraf badhne lagi.
Maine peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin mere pair jaise wahin jam gaye the.
Agla pal itna achanak tha ki mujhe kuch samajhne ka mauka hi nahi mila.
Woh aatma seedhe meri taraf aayi aur mere sharir mein sama gayi.
Ek tez jhatka laga.
Mere aas-paas ki duniya ghoomne lagi. Sadak, baarish, gaadiyon ki roshni, logon ki cheekh-pukaar—sab kuch ek saath dhundhla padne laga.
Mujhe aisa mehsoos hua, jaise mere andar koi doosri maujoodgi aa gayi ho. Main use samajh paata, usse sawaal karta, uske baare mein kuch jaan paata—isse pehle hi meri chetna tootne lagi.
Meri nazar aakhri baar apne sharir par padi.
Log ab bhi mujhe bachane ki koshish kar rahe the. Door se ambulance ka siren sunai dene laga tha.
Main kuch kehna chahta tha.
Apni maa ko yaad karna chahta tha.
Papa ka chehra ek baar phir dekhna chahta tha.
Lekin mere paas ab waqt nahi bacha tha.
Sab kuch andhere mein doob gaya..
Aur main…
Duniya ki nazron se ojhal ho gaya.
Us raat sadak par sirf ek accident nahi hua tha.
Kisi anjaani taakat ne do zindagiyon ke beech ki lakeer mita di thi.
Aur ab sawaal yeh tha—
Kya Jay ki kahaani khatam ho gayi thi… ya kisi doosri aatma ke saath uski zindagi ka ek naya, khaufnaak adhyaay shuru hone wala tha?
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Chapter 7: Teen Din Baad — Jay Ke Sharir Mein Bhavik Singh Chouhan
Teen din beet chuke the.
Us raat sadak par hue haadse ke baad Jay ko ambulance se govt hospital laaya gaya tha. Doctors ne uska ilaaj shuru kar diya tha. Uske sharir par pehle se hi gehri chotein thi, aur accident ne uski haalat aur bhi naazuk kar di thi..
Pichhle teen din se Jay ka sharir hospital ke bed par bejaan-sa pada tha. Machines ki halki awaazein, doctors ki aati-jaati kadmein aur nurses ki duty—bas yahi uske aas-paas ki duniya thi.
Lekin aaj, teesre din, kuch badalne wala tha.
Hospital ke ek kamre mein Jay ke sharir ki ungliyon mein halki-si harkat hui.
Phir uski palkein dheere-dheere hilne lagi.
Aur aakhirkaar…
Jay ke sharir ki aankhein khul gayin.
Lekin un aankhon ke peeche ab Jay nahi tha.
Wahan jaag chuka tha Bhavik Singh Chouhan.
Ek Nayi Aankh, Ek Anjaan Duniya
Bhavik Singh Chouhan—29 saal ka ek yuva, jisne apni zindagi mein bahut kuch dekha thaa..
Zindagi ne use aasaan raaste kabhi nahi diye the. Usne mushkil paristhitiyon ka saamna kiya tha, kai baar haara tha, kai baar sambhla tha, aur apni mehnat se ek chhoti-si jagah banate hue shehar mein bas gaya tha.
Woh ek banker tha. Ek shaadi-shuda aadmi, jiski apni zindagi, apni zimmedariyan aur apni pareshaniyan thi.
Uski duniya mein bhi sab kuch theek nahi chal raha tha.
Lekin abhi, jab usne aankhein kholi, toh use apni pichhli zindagi ka koi sawaal yaad nahi aaya.
Uske saamne sabse pehla sawaal tha—
“Main kahan hoon?”
Uski aankhon ke saamne sab kuch dhundhla tha. Safed chhat, tez roshni, paas mein rakhi machines aur saamne khadi ek nurse.
Bhavik ne palkein jhapkaayin. Usne apna sir halka-sa hilaane ki koshish ki, lekin poore sharir mein dard ki ek lehar daud gayi.
“Ahh…”
Uske munh se halki-si karaah nikli.
Nurse ka dhyaan turant uski taraf gaya.
“Patient ko hosh aa raha hai!”
Woh jaldi se uske kareeb aayi aur uski aankhon mein dekhne lagi.
“Sir, aap meri awaaz sun paa rahe hain? Aapko meri baat samajh aa rahi hai?”
Bhavik use dekhne ki koshish kar raha tha. Uska dimaag abhi poori tarah kaam nahi kar raha tha.
Woh bolna chahta tha, lekin gala sookha hua tha. Uske hoth mushkil se hile.
“Paani…”
Nurse ne turant use paani dene ke bajay doctor ke nirdesh ka intezaar karne ka faisla kiya, phir apni saathi nurse ki taraf mudkar boli—
“Jaldi jao, doctor sahab ko bulao! Jay naam ke patient ko hosh aa gaya hai!”
Doosri nurse turant kamre se baahar nikal gayi.
Bhavik ne yeh naam suna.
Jay?
Uske dimaag mein ek ajeeb-si uljhan paida hui.
Jay kaun hai? Mujhe Jay kyun bula rahe hain?
Usne apne haath ko uthaane ki koshish ki. Haath bhaari lag raha tha. Usne apni ungliyon ko dekha, phir apni kalai ko.
Kuch toh galat tha.
Yeh haath uske jaise nahi lag rahe the.
Usne ghabrakar apne sharir ko mehsoos karna chaha, lekin dard ne use phir se bed par tik jaane par majboor kar diya.
“Main…” usne dheere se bolne ki koshish ki, “main kahan…?”
Nurse uske paas aayi.
“Sir, aap hospital mein hain. Aapka accident hua tha. Aap abhi zyada bolne ki koshish mat kijiye. Doctor bas aate hi honge.”
Accident?
Bhavik ka dimaag aur ulajh gaya.
Use apni zindagi ke kuch dhundhle ehsaas yaad aa rahe the—kaam, ghar, zimmedariyan, apne parivaar ki fikr.
Lekin jis jagah woh tha, uska un yaadon se koi mel nahi baith raha tha.
Usne dobara nurse ki taraf dekha.
“Jay…?” usne kamzor awaaz mein poochha.
Nurse ko laga shayad patient apna naam yaad karne ki koshish kar raha hai.
“Ji, Jay. Aapka naam Jay hai. Aap fikr mat kijiye.”
Bhavik ki aankhon mein bechaini badh gayi.
Jay nahi… mera naam Bhavik hai. Bhavik Singh Chouhan!
Lekin woh yeh baat keh nahi paa raha tha.
Uska sharir uska kehna nahi maan raha tha. Har harkat ke saath dard badh raha tha. Usne apni aankhein band kar li aur gehri saans lene ki koshish ki.
Kuch hi der mein kamre ka darwaaza khula.
Doctor tezi se andar aaye. Unke saath doosri nurse bhi thi.
Doctor ne patient ki aankhon mein roshni daalkar jaanch ki aur kuch sawaal poochhe.
“Jay, meri awaaz sun rahe ho? Tumhe pata hai tum kahan ho?”
Bhavik ne dheere se sir hilaaya.
“Achha. Tumhe yaad hai tumhare saath kya hua tha?”
Bhavik chup raha.
Uske paas is sawaal ka jawaab nahi tha.
Doctor ne nurse se kaha, “Vitals dobara check karo. Patient ko hosh aa gaya hai, lekin abhi neurological assessment karna hoga. Accident aur pehle ki choton, dono ko dhyaan mein rakhna hai.”
Doctor ki baatein Bhavik ke kaanon tak pahunch rahi thi, lekin uska dimaag ek hi baat par atka hua tha.
Woh Bhavik Singh Chouhan tha. Phir sab use Jay kyun keh rahe the?
Aur sabse bada sawaal—
Agar woh Bhavik tha, toh uska apna sharir kahan tha?
Usne dheere se apni aankhein kholi aur hospital ki safed chhat ko dekha.
Uske liye yeh sirf ek accident ke baad hosh mein aana nahi tha.
Yeh ek aisi zindagi mein jaagna tha, jiske baare mein woh kuch nahi jaanta tha.
Bhavik Singh Chouhan jaag chuka tha—Jay ke sharir mein.
Aur abhi use yeh pata bhi nahi tha ki jis zindagi mein usne aankhein kholi hain, woh pehle se hi dard, dhokhe aur adhure sawaalon se ghiri hui hai.
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Chapter 8: Pandrah Din Baad — Aaine Ke Saamne Ek Anjaaine Ke Saamne Ek Anjaana Chehra
Jay ka ilaaj agle pandrah din tak chalta raha.
Kabhi use hosh aata, toh kabhi woh dard aur kamzori ke kaaran dobara behosh hokar so jaata. Doctors uski haalat par lagataar nazar rakhe hue the. Uske sharir par lagi choton ko theek hone mein waqt lag raha tha.
Lekin in pandrah dinon mein ek ajeeb baat hui.
Jay ke sharir mein rehne wala Bhavik Singh Chouhan dheere-dheere samajhne laga tha ki uske saath kuch aisa hua hai, jo saamanya nahi hai.
Jab bhi use hosh aata, woh nurses aur doctors ki baatein sunta. Har koi use Jay ke naam se bulaata. Uske baare mein sawaal karta, use dawa deta aur aaraam karne ko kehta.
Shuru mein Bhavik ko laga ki shayad accident ke kaaran uski yaadasht par asar pada hai. Shayad woh kisi tarah apne hi baare mein sab kuch bhool gaya hai.
Lekin ek baat use andar hi andar pareshaan kar rahi thi.
Use apna naam yaad tha.
Apni umr yaad thi.
Apni shaadi, apna bank, apni naukri aur apni zindagi ki kai baatein bhi yaad thi.
Woh Bhavik Singh Chouhan tha—untees saal ka ek banker, jo apni zindagi mein kai mushkilon ka saamna karke shehar mein basa tha.
Phir woh Jay kaise ho sakta tha?
Aur agar woh Jay tha, toh Bhavik ki yaadein uske dimaag mein kyun thi?
Pandrahve Din Ki Subah
Pandrahve din subah ke waqt Bhavik ki aankhein khuli toh use pehle ke mukaable kuch behtar mehsoos hua.
Sharir mein ab bhi dard tha, lekin woh pehle ki tarah bilkul laachaar nahi tha.
Woh apni gardan ghuma sakta tha aur kuch der tak aankhein kholkar aas-paas dekh sakta tha.
Kamre ki khidki se halki dhoop andar aa rahi thi.
Ek nurse dawa dene aayi.
“Good morning, Jay. Aaj tabiyat kaisi hai?”
Bhavik ne uski taraf dekha.
“Ek baat poochhun?”
“Ji, poochhiye.”
“Mujhe yahan aaye kitne din ho gaye?”
Nurse ne uski file dekhi.
“Pandrah din ho gaye hain. Aapka accident kaafi serious tha. Aapko aaraam karna chahiye. Doctor sahab bhi keh rahe the ki aapki recovery dheere-dheere ho rahi hai.”
Pandrah din.
Bhavik ne man hi man hisaab lagaaya.
Pandrah din se woh kisi aur ke sharir mein tha. Pandrah din se log use kisi aur naam se bula rahe the. Aur pandrah din se woh khud apne sawaalon ke jawaab dhoondh raha tha.
Usne nurse se poochha, “Yahan koi aaina hai?”
Nurse thodi hairaan hui.
“Aaina? Aapko kya karna hai?”
“Bas… apna chehra dekhna hai.”
Nurse ne use kuch pal dekha. Phir boli, “Main lekar aati hoon. Lekin aap zyada uthne ki koshish mat kijiyega.”
Woh chali gayi.
Bhavik ki dhadkan tez hone lagi..
Aaj woh us sawaal ka jawaab jaanne wala tha, jo pandrah din se use andar hi andar kha raha tha.
Aakhir uske saath hua kya tha?
Aaina
Kuch der baad nurse ek chhota-sa aaina lekar aayi.
Usne aaina Bhavik ke haath mein de diya.
“Lijiye. Aur agar chakkar aaye toh mujhe bula lena.”
Bhavik ne aaine ko pakad liya.
Uski ungliyan halki-si kaanp rahi thi.
Pehle usne apni aankhon ko dekha.
Phir maathe ko.
Phir poore chehre ko.
Ek pal ke liye uski saans ruk gayi.
Aaine mein jo chehra tha, woh uska chehra nahi tha.
Woh ek naujawan ka chehra tha, jise usne apni zindagi mein kabhi nahi dekha tha. Chehre par choton ke nishaan the, hothon ke paas sujan thi aur aankhon ke neeche thakaan saaf nazar aa rahi thi.
Bhavik ne aaine ko thoda kareeb kiya.
Usne apne gaal ko chhua.
Aaine mein khade us anjaan naujawan ne bhi apne gaal ko chhua.
Bhavik ne apni aankhein band ki. Phir kholi.
Chehra wahi tha.
Usne aaine ko neeche kar diya aur kuch pal tak bina kuch bole baitha raha..
Phir uske munh se dheemi-si awaaz nikli—
“Yeh… main nahi hoon.”
Usne dobara aaine mein dekha.
“Main Bhavik Singh Chouhan hoon. Yeh chehra mera nahi hai. Yeh sharir mera nahi hai!”
Uski awaaz mein ghabraahat badhne lagi.
Nurse turant uske paas aayi.
“Jay, kya hua? Aap theek hain?”
Bhavik ne uski taraf dekha.
“Tum mujhe Jay kyun bulaati ho?”
Nurse ruk gayi.
“Kyunki aapka naam Jay hai. apki jeb se jo documents mile th, un sab me apka naam Jay hai”
“Nahi!” Bhavik ne kamzor lekin dridh awaaz mein kaha. “Mera naam Bhavik hai. Bhavik Singh Chouhan!”
Nurse ne uski taraf chintit nazron se dekha.
“Jay, shaant ho jaiye. Aap abhi poori tarah theek nahi hue hain.”
“Tum meri baat samajh kyun nahi rahi ho? Main tumhe bata raha hoon ki main Jay nahi hoon!”
Usne uthne ki koshish ki, lekin sharir mein dard ki wajah se woh dobara takiye par gir gaya.
Nurse ne turant doctor ko bulaane ke liye doosri nurse ko awaaz di..
Bhavik ne aaina apne seene par rakh liya aur chhat ko dekhne laga.
Uski aankhon mein ghabraahat thi, lekin us ghabraahat ke neeche ek aur ehsaas janm le raha tha.
Sach jaanne ki zid.
Woh apne aap se sawaal karne laga.
“Kya main mar gaya tha?
“Kya mera asli sharir ab is duniya mein nahi hai.."
“Kya meri aatma kisi tarah is ladke ke sharir mein aa gayi hai?”
Use sadak ka koi spasht drishya yaad nahi aa raha tha. Use yaad nahi tha ki woh is hospital tak kaise pahuncha. Lekin apne andar maujood yaadon aur aaine mein dikh rahe chehre ke beech ka antar woh jhuthla nahi sakta tha.
Uske saath kuch bahut bura hua tha.
Kuch aisa, jiska jawaab sirf doctors ki report mein nahi milne wala tha..
Ek Faisla
Kuch der baad doctor uske kamre mein aaye. Unhone Bhavik ki jaanch ki aur usse kuch sawaal poochhe.
Bhavik ne is baar khud ko shaant rakhne ki koshish ki.
Usne doctor ko apni uljhan bataayi—ki use apna naam Bhavik Singh Chouhan yaad hai, jabki sab use Jay keh rahe hain.
Doctor ne uski baat dhyaan se suni.
“Accident ke baad kabhi-kabhi mareez ko confusion ho sakta hai. Choton, dawaon ya doosre neurological kaaranon se bhi aisa ho sakta hai. Hum aapki jaanch karenge.”
Bhavik chup raha.
Doctor ki baat ek sambhaavna thi, jawaab nahi.
Woh jaanta tha ki use abhi apne sharir ko theek hone dena hoga. Woh kamzor tha, uske paas paise nahi the, apni asli zindagi tak pahunchne ka koi spasht raasta nahi tha.
Lekin woh haar maanne wala nahi tha.
Usne aaine ko apne paas rakha aur man hi man kaha-
“Chahe mere saath jo bhi hua ho, main sach jaan kar rahoonga. Main Bhavik Singh Chouhan hoon. Mujhe apni zindagi ke baare mein pata karna hai… aur mujhe yeh bhi jaanana hai ki yeh Jay kaun hai, jiski zindagi mein main aa gaya hoon.”
Usne khidki se baahar dekha.
Shehar apni raftaar se chal raha tha. Log apne kaamon mein lage the. Kisi ko nahi pata tha ki hospital ke is kamre mein ek aadmi apni pehchaan ke liye lad raha hai.
Aur use abhi yeh bhi nahi pata tha ki Jay ki zindagi mein kitne raaz chhupe hue hain.
Bhavik ka pehla sawaal tha—woh Jay kaise bana?
Lekin jald hi use ek doosra sawaal bhi pareshaan karne wala tha—
Agar woh Jay ke sharir mein zinda tha, toh kya Jay ki aatma sach mein khatam ho chuki thi?
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Chapter 9: Jay Ki Pehchaan — Sach Ki Pehli Kadi
Bhavik Singh Chouhan samajhdar aadmi tha. aur bahut intelligent tha..
Usne apni zindagi mein kai mushkil halaat dekhe the. Woh jaanta tha ki har pareshani ka hal ghabraane se nahi, balki shaant dimaag se sochne par milta hai.
Isliye aaine mein apna anjaan chehra dekhne ke baad bhi usne koi jaldbaazi nahi ki.
Agle do din tak woh bilkul shaant raha. Doctor aur nurses jo kehte, woh uska paalan karta. Samay par dawa leta, aaraam karta aur apni sehat sudharne deta.
Lekin uska dimaag lagataar kaam kar raha tha.
“Agar main is sharir mein hoon, toh mujhe is sharir ke maalik ke baare mein jaanana hoga. Uska naam Jay hai. Lekin Jay kaun hai? Uske saath kya hua tha? Aur main aakhir iske sharir mein aaya kaise?”
Bhavik ke paas abhi in sawaalon ke jawaab nahi the.
Lekin use ek baat samajh aa gayi thi—agar woh bina soche-samjhe apni asli pehchaan ka daawa karta raha, toh log use maansik roop se pareshaan samajh sakte the.
Use pehle jaankaari jutaana thi.
Aur iske liye use kisi aur ki madad se zyada, apne dimaag ka istemaal karna tha.
Do Din Baad — Ek Chhota Sa Sawaal
Us din dopahar ko nurse Jay ke kamre mein aayi. Woh uski dawa aur zaroori jaanch karne ke liye aayi thi.
Bhavik ne use dekha aur kuch der intezaar kiya. Jab nurse apna kaam poora karke jaane lagi, toh usne awaaz di.
“Excuse me, Sister!”
Nurse ruk gayi.
“Ji, Jay? Kya hua?”
Bhavik ne apni awaaz ko saamanya rakhte hue kaha—
“Apne mere saman kaa jikra kiya tha, Main apna wo saamaan dekhna chahta tha.”
Nurse ne hairaani se uski taraf dekha.
“Saamaan?”
Bhavik: Purse wagera jo accident ke samay mere sath tha..
Nurse kuch pal sochti rahi. Phir use yaad aaya ki accident ke baad security officer aur hospital ke karmachariyon ne patient se sambandhit kuch cheezein jama karwaayi thi.
“Ek minute, Jay. Main pata karke aati hoon.”
Bhavik ne sir hila diya.
Nurse kamre se baahar chali gayi.
Bhavik ne aankhein band karke gehri saans li.
“Bas, yahin se shuruaat hogi.”
Use yaad tha ki nurse ne pehle documents ka zikr kiya tha. Shayad Jay ke paas koi pahchaan patra ho. Aadhaar card, driving licence, bank card ya koi aisa document, jisse uske baare mein kuch pata chal sake.
Agar use Jay ki pehchaan mil gayi, toh woh uski zindagi ki kahaani samajhne ki koshish kar sakta tha.
Aur agar us kahaani mein apni maujooda haalat ka koi suraag mil gaya, toh shayad woh apne saath hui is ajeeb ghatna ko bhi samajh paaye.
Jay Ka Saamaan
Kuch der baad nurse wapas aayi.
Uske haath mein ek chhota sa wallet tha aur ak mobile tha, jise hospital ki taraf se surakshit rakha gaya tha.
“Yeh lijiye, Jay. Aapka saamaan yahi hai. Aap khud dekh lijiye. Bas zyada harkat mat kijiyega.”
Bhavik ne wallet aur mobile ki taraf dekha.
Uska dil thoda tez dhadakne laga.
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Baarish ab bhi rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi.
Main sadak ke kinaare ladkhadate kadmon se aage badh raha tha. Mere kapde poori tarah bheeg chuke the aur sharir mein hone wala dard ab bardasht se bahar hota ja raha tha. Mahendra aur uske aadmiyon ki maar ka asar ab saaf mehsoos hone laga tha.
Mera sir bhaari ho raha tha. Aankhon ke saamne kabhi-kabhi dhundhla-sa chha jaata aur pairon mein itni kamzori mehsoos hoti ki lagta, abhi zameen par gir padunga.
Lekin main rukna nahi chahta tha.
Mujhe bas Jamil Chacha ke gaon tak pahunchna tha. Mere paas na paise the, na koi saadhan aur na hi koi aisa insaan jo mujhe lene aa sakta tha.
Main (man hi man): "Bas thoda aur chalna hai, Jay. Himmat mat haar. Jamil Chacha mil gaye toh shayad sab kuch sambhalne ka koi raasta nikal aaye."
Main apne aap ko samjhata hua aage badh raha tha ki tabhi sadak ke ek sunsaan hisse mein meri takkar kisi insaan se ho gayi.
"Dhyaan se, beta!"
Ek bhaari aur kuch ajeeb-si awaaz mere kaanon mein padi.
Main ladkhadakar peeche hua aur saamne dekha.
Mere saamne ek buzurg baba khade the.
Unke lambe, uljhe hue baal the. Gale mein kai tarah ki rudraksh ki malaayein latak rahi thi. Unke maathe par bhasm lagi thi aur sharir par saadhaaran, purane kapde the. Unka roop aam sadhuon se alag tha. Unhe dekhkar koi bhi unhe aghori sadhu samajh sakta tha.
Baarish ke beech unki aankhein ajeeb tarah se sthir thi. Wo mujhe gaur se dekh rahe the, jaise mere chehre ke peeche chhupe kisi dard ko padhne ki koshish kar rahe hon.
Main pehle hi itna thaka hua tha ki unse takrane ke baad mujhe apna santulan banaye rakhna bhi mushkil lag raha tha.
Main: "Maaf kijiye, Baba. Dhyaan nahi raha."
Main unke paas se nikalne ke liye aage badhne laga.
Lekin tabhi unki awaaz dobara sunai di.
Aghori Baba: "Ruk, beta!"
Main ruk gaya aur palatkar unki taraf dekha.
Baba ki nazar ab bhi mujh par tiki hui thi. Unhone kuch pal tak mujhe dekha, phir gambhir awaaz mein kaha—
Aghori Baba: "Tujhe aaj ki raat khud ko zinda rakhna hai."
Main unki baat sunkar uljhan mein pad gaya.
Main: "Ji... kya kaha aapne?"
Baba ne apni aankhein sikodkar meri taraf dekha.
Aghori Baba: "Aaj ki raat bahut bhaari hai, beta. Agar tune khud ko sambhaal kar nahi rakha, toh tera ye shareer toh zinda rahega... lekin teri aatma tera shareer chhod degi."
Unke shabd sunkar main kuch pal ke liye khamosh reh gaya.
Baarish ki boondein mere chehre par gir rahi thi. Mere kaan unki baat sun rahe the, lekin mera thaka hua dimaag uska matlab samajhne ki haalat mein nahi tha.
Main pehle hi apni zindagi ki sabse buri ghadi se guzar raha tha.
Ghar chhoot gaya tha. Apno ne saath chhod diya tha. Jeb khaali thi. Sharir dard se toot raha tha aur ab mujhe bukhar bhi chadhne laga tha.
Mere maathe par paseena aur baarish ka paani ek saath beh raha tha. Haath-pair thande pad rahe the, lekin andar se badan aag ki tarah tap raha tha.
Maine baba ki taraf dekha.
Main: "Baba, main aapki baat samjha nahi. Aap kehna kya chahte hain?"
Baba ne turant koi jawaab nahi diya.
Wo bas mujhe dekhte rahe.
Unke chehre par na muskurahat thi, na ghabrahat. Unki aankhon mein ek aisi gambhirta thi, jise main us waqt samajh nahi pa raha tha.
Aghori Baba: "Har baat ko samajhne ke liye dimaag nahi, beta... kabhi-kabhi waqt chahiye hota hai."
Main unki baat sunkar aur ulajh gaya.
Mujhe laga shayad wo koi sadhu hain, jo apne tareeke se baat kar rahe hain. Mere paas na unki baat samajhne ki taakat thi, na hi wahan rukkar unse aur sawaal karne ka mann.
Mujhe bas aage badhna tha.
Main: "Theek hai, Baba. Mujhe jaana hai."
Maine palatkar chalna shuru kar diya.
Peeche se unki awaaz ek baar phir aayi—
Aghori Baba: "Yaad rakhna, beta! Aaj ki raat haar mat maanna. Tera sabse bada dushman wo nahi hai, jo tujhe barbaad karna chahta hai... balki wo pal hai, jab tu khud apni himmat haar jaayega!"
Main kuch pal ke liye ruka.
Unke shabd mere kaanon mein goonj rahe the, lekin main unka matlab poori tarah samajh nahi paaya.
Maine peeche mudkar dekha.
Baba ab bhi wahin khade the, gale mein malaayein pehne, baarish ke beech mujhe dekh rahe the.
Main kuch kahe bina dobara aage badh gaya.
Mera sharir ab pehle se bhi zyada bhaari lag raha tha. Har kadam par pair ladkhada rahe the. Sar mein tez dard tha aur bukhar badhta hua mehsoos ho raha tha.
Main (man hi man): "Pata nahi Baba kya keh rahe the. Meri zindagi mein pehle hi itni pareshaniyan hain. Ab in baaton ko sochne ki taakat bhi nahi bachi."
Maine apne kadam tez karne ki koshish ki, lekin sharir saath nahi de raha tha.
Kuch door chalne ke baad maine ek baar phir peeche mudkar dekha.
Sadak ke us hisse par baarish ka paani beh raha tha. Door tak mujhe koi nazar nahi aaya.
Main ye bhi nahi keh sakta tha ki Baba wahan se chale gaye the ya baarish aur andhere ke beech meri nazron se ojhal ho gaye the.
Maine apna sir jhatka aur aage badh gaya.
Mujhe abhi bhi 150 kilometer door Jamil Chacha ke gaon tak pahunchna tha.
Mujhe nahi pata tha ki us raat mere saath kya hone wala hai. Baba ki baat ka kya matlab tha, ye bhi samajh nahi aaya tha.
Lekin unke aakhri shabd mere kaanon mein baar-baar goonj rahe the—
"Aaj ki raat haar mat maanna, beta!"
Aur main apne dard, bukhar aur tootti hui himmat ke saath baarish mein aage badhta raha.
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Chapter 6: Raat Ke Teen Baje — Ek Aatma, Do Shareer
Raat ke kareeb 3 baj chuke the.
Tez baarish ab bhi rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi. Sadak par door-door tak andhera tha. Kabhi-kabhi kisi gaadi ki roshni andhere ko cheer kar nikal jaati, aur phir wahi sannata chha jaata.
Main lagataar chalta ja raha tha.
Mere pairon mein ab jaan nahi bachi thi. Sharir par lagi choton ka dard badhta ja raha tha. Bukhaar ki wajah se meri aankhon ke saamne sab kuch dhundhla hone laga tha. Pet khaali tha, kapde baarish se poori tarah bheeg chuke the, aur har saans lena bhi mushkil hota ja raha tha.
Maine khud se kaha—
“Bas thoda aur, Jay… thoda aur chal le. Jamil Chacha ke paas pahunch gaya, toh shayad sab theek ho jaayega.”
Lekin mera sharir ab mera saath dene ko taiyaar nahi tha.
Main sadak ke kinaare ladkhadaya. Sambhalne ki koshish ki, par mere pair jaise zameen mein dhans gaye hon. Maine saamne se aati ek gaadi ki roshni dekhi.
Uske baad…
Achanak ek tez takkar hui.
Ek pal ke liye mujhe laga jaise kisi ne mere poore sharir ko hawa mein uchhaal diya ho. Phir sab kuch andhera ho gaya.
Na dard ka ehsaas raha, na baarish ki thandak, na hi apni saanson ki aawaaz.
Bas ek gehra sannata.
Jab Maine Khud Ko Sadak Par Dekha
Pata nahi kitni der baad, jab maine dobara aankhein kholi, toh mere saamne ka nazara dekhkar main sunn reh gaya.
Main sadak par khada tha.
Lekin… mera sharir mujhse kuch door sadak par pada hua tha!
Maine neeche dekha. Mere haath-pair the, main chal bhi raha tha, lekin phir meri nazar apne hi sharir par padi—bheegi hui shirt, khoon se sane kapde aur aankhein band.
“Yeh… yeh mera sharir hai?”
Meri aawaaz mere hi kaanon tak pahunchi, lekin mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki main bol kaise raha tha.
Main ghabrakar apne sharir ke paas gaya. Use hilaane ki koshish ki, lekin mere haath us tak pahunchkar bhi jaise kuch chhoo nahi paa rahe the.
“Utho, Jay! Utho!”
Maine khud ko jhanjhodna chaha.
“Yeh mazaak hai na? Main yahin hoon! Mujhe sunai nahi de raha tum logon ko?”
Sadak par kuch log jama ho chuke the. Ek aadmi ne apni gaadi kinaare roki hui thi. Doosra phone par ambulance ko call kar raha tha.
“Bhai, jaldi bhejiye! Ek aadmi ka accident ho gaya hai. Haalat bahut kharaab lag rahi hai!”
Ek aur aadmi mere paas jhukkar meri nabz dekhne laga.
Main cheekha, “Main zinda hoon! Mujhe bachao!”
Lekin kisi ne meri taraf dekha tak nahi.
Tabhi mere andar ek anjaana darr paida hua.
Kya main mar chuka hoon?
Nahi… yeh kaise ho sakta tha?
Abhi toh mujhe Jamil Chacha tak pahunchna tha. Abhi toh mujhe apne Papa ke saath hui na-insaafi ka sach jaanana tha. Abhi toh mujhe Tau Mahendra se apne har sawaal ka jawaab lena tha.
Meri kahaani toh abhi shuru bhi nahi hui thi!
Doosra Haadsa
Main apne hi sharir ke paas khada tha, tabhi achanak sadak ke doosri taraf se ek tez aawaaz aayi.
Ek motorcycle phisalkar sadak par gir gayi thi.
Us par savaar aadmi kuch door jaakar gira. Uski bike sadak par ghisatti hui kinaare ja lagi.
Logon mein se kuch uski taraf bhaage.
“Arey, idhar bhi accident ho gaya!”
Main bhi us taraf dekhne laga.
Woh aadmi sadak par pada tha. Uski aankhein band thi aur uske aas-paas bhi log jama hone lage the.
Phir maine kuch aisa dekha, jiski kalpana tak maine kabhi nahi ki thi.
Us aadmi ke sharir se ek dhundhli-si aakriti alag hone lagi.
Bilkul waise hi, jaise main apne sharir se alag khada tha.
Woh uski aatma thi.
Main apni jagah jam gaya.
Woh aakriti kuch pal apne hi sharir ke upar mandraati rahi. Phir usne jaise kisi anjaani taakat ke kheenchne par meri taraf rukh kiya.
“Yeh kya ho raha hai?” maine ghabrakar kaha.
Woh meri taraf badhne lagi.
Maine peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin mere pair jaise wahin jam gaye the.
Agla pal itna achanak tha ki mujhe kuch samajhne ka mauka hi nahi mila.
Woh aatma seedhe meri taraf aayi aur mere sharir mein sama gayi.
Ek tez jhatka laga.
Mere aas-paas ki duniya ghoomne lagi. Sadak, baarish, gaadiyon ki roshni, logon ki cheekh-pukaar—sab kuch ek saath dhundhla padne laga.
Mujhe aisa mehsoos hua, jaise mere andar koi doosri maujoodgi aa gayi ho. Main use samajh paata, usse sawaal karta, uske baare mein kuch jaan paata—isse pehle hi meri chetna tootne lagi.
Meri nazar aakhri baar apne sharir par padi.
Log ab bhi mujhe bachane ki koshish kar rahe the. Door se ambulance ka siren sunai dene laga tha.
Main kuch kehna chahta tha.
Apni maa ko yaad karna chahta tha.
Papa ka chehra ek baar phir dekhna chahta tha.
Lekin mere paas ab waqt nahi bacha tha.
Sab kuch andhere mein doob gaya..
Aur main…
Duniya ki nazron se ojhal ho gaya.
Us raat sadak par sirf ek accident nahi hua tha.
Kisi anjaani taakat ne do zindagiyon ke beech ki lakeer mita di thi.
Aur ab sawaal yeh tha—
Kya Jay ki kahaani khatam ho gayi thi… ya kisi doosri aatma ke saath uski zindagi ka ek naya, khaufnaak adhyaay shuru hone wala tha?
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Chapter 7: Teen Din Baad — Jay Ke Sharir Mein Bhavik Singh Chouhan
Teen din beet chuke the.
Us raat sadak par hue haadse ke baad Jay ko ambulance se govt hospital laaya gaya tha. Doctors ne uska ilaaj shuru kar diya tha. Uske sharir par pehle se hi gehri chotein thi, aur accident ne uski haalat aur bhi naazuk kar di thi..
Pichhle teen din se Jay ka sharir hospital ke bed par bejaan-sa pada tha. Machines ki halki awaazein, doctors ki aati-jaati kadmein aur nurses ki duty—bas yahi uske aas-paas ki duniya thi.
Lekin aaj, teesre din, kuch badalne wala tha.
Hospital ke ek kamre mein Jay ke sharir ki ungliyon mein halki-si harkat hui.
Phir uski palkein dheere-dheere hilne lagi.
Aur aakhirkaar…
Jay ke sharir ki aankhein khul gayin.
Lekin un aankhon ke peeche ab Jay nahi tha.
Wahan jaag chuka tha Bhavik Singh Chouhan.
Ek Nayi Aankh, Ek Anjaan Duniya
Bhavik Singh Chouhan—29 saal ka ek yuva, jisne apni zindagi mein bahut kuch dekha thaa..
Zindagi ne use aasaan raaste kabhi nahi diye the. Usne mushkil paristhitiyon ka saamna kiya tha, kai baar haara tha, kai baar sambhla tha, aur apni mehnat se ek chhoti-si jagah banate hue shehar mein bas gaya tha.
Woh ek banker tha. Ek shaadi-shuda aadmi, jiski apni zindagi, apni zimmedariyan aur apni pareshaniyan thi.
Uski duniya mein bhi sab kuch theek nahi chal raha tha.
Lekin abhi, jab usne aankhein kholi, toh use apni pichhli zindagi ka koi sawaal yaad nahi aaya.
Uske saamne sabse pehla sawaal tha—
“Main kahan hoon?”
Uski aankhon ke saamne sab kuch dhundhla tha. Safed chhat, tez roshni, paas mein rakhi machines aur saamne khadi ek nurse.
Bhavik ne palkein jhapkaayin. Usne apna sir halka-sa hilaane ki koshish ki, lekin poore sharir mein dard ki ek lehar daud gayi.
“Ahh…”
Uske munh se halki-si karaah nikli.
Nurse ka dhyaan turant uski taraf gaya.
“Patient ko hosh aa raha hai!”
Woh jaldi se uske kareeb aayi aur uski aankhon mein dekhne lagi.
“Sir, aap meri awaaz sun paa rahe hain? Aapko meri baat samajh aa rahi hai?”
Bhavik use dekhne ki koshish kar raha tha. Uska dimaag abhi poori tarah kaam nahi kar raha tha.
Woh bolna chahta tha, lekin gala sookha hua tha. Uske hoth mushkil se hile.
“Paani…”
Nurse ne turant use paani dene ke bajay doctor ke nirdesh ka intezaar karne ka faisla kiya, phir apni saathi nurse ki taraf mudkar boli—
“Jaldi jao, doctor sahab ko bulao! Jay naam ke patient ko hosh aa gaya hai!”
Doosri nurse turant kamre se baahar nikal gayi.
Bhavik ne yeh naam suna.
Jay?
Uske dimaag mein ek ajeeb-si uljhan paida hui.
Jay kaun hai? Mujhe Jay kyun bula rahe hain?
Usne apne haath ko uthaane ki koshish ki. Haath bhaari lag raha tha. Usne apni ungliyon ko dekha, phir apni kalai ko.
Kuch toh galat tha.
Yeh haath uske jaise nahi lag rahe the.
Usne ghabrakar apne sharir ko mehsoos karna chaha, lekin dard ne use phir se bed par tik jaane par majboor kar diya.
“Main…” usne dheere se bolne ki koshish ki, “main kahan…?”
Nurse uske paas aayi.
“Sir, aap hospital mein hain. Aapka accident hua tha. Aap abhi zyada bolne ki koshish mat kijiye. Doctor bas aate hi honge.”
Accident?
Bhavik ka dimaag aur ulajh gaya.
Use apni zindagi ke kuch dhundhle ehsaas yaad aa rahe the—kaam, ghar, zimmedariyan, apne parivaar ki fikr.
Lekin jis jagah woh tha, uska un yaadon se koi mel nahi baith raha tha.
Usne dobara nurse ki taraf dekha.
“Jay…?” usne kamzor awaaz mein poochha.
Nurse ko laga shayad patient apna naam yaad karne ki koshish kar raha hai.
“Ji, Jay. Aapka naam Jay hai. Aap fikr mat kijiye.”
Bhavik ki aankhon mein bechaini badh gayi.
Jay nahi… mera naam Bhavik hai. Bhavik Singh Chouhan!
Lekin woh yeh baat keh nahi paa raha tha.
Uska sharir uska kehna nahi maan raha tha. Har harkat ke saath dard badh raha tha. Usne apni aankhein band kar li aur gehri saans lene ki koshish ki.
Kuch hi der mein kamre ka darwaaza khula.
Doctor tezi se andar aaye. Unke saath doosri nurse bhi thi.
Doctor ne patient ki aankhon mein roshni daalkar jaanch ki aur kuch sawaal poochhe.
“Jay, meri awaaz sun rahe ho? Tumhe pata hai tum kahan ho?”
Bhavik ne dheere se sir hilaaya.
“Achha. Tumhe yaad hai tumhare saath kya hua tha?”
Bhavik chup raha.
Uske paas is sawaal ka jawaab nahi tha.
Doctor ne nurse se kaha, “Vitals dobara check karo. Patient ko hosh aa gaya hai, lekin abhi neurological assessment karna hoga. Accident aur pehle ki choton, dono ko dhyaan mein rakhna hai.”
Doctor ki baatein Bhavik ke kaanon tak pahunch rahi thi, lekin uska dimaag ek hi baat par atka hua tha.
Woh Bhavik Singh Chouhan tha. Phir sab use Jay kyun keh rahe the?
Aur sabse bada sawaal—
Agar woh Bhavik tha, toh uska apna sharir kahan tha?
Usne dheere se apni aankhein kholi aur hospital ki safed chhat ko dekha.
Uske liye yeh sirf ek accident ke baad hosh mein aana nahi tha.
Yeh ek aisi zindagi mein jaagna tha, jiske baare mein woh kuch nahi jaanta tha.
Bhavik Singh Chouhan jaag chuka tha—Jay ke sharir mein.
Aur abhi use yeh pata bhi nahi tha ki jis zindagi mein usne aankhein kholi hain, woh pehle se hi dard, dhokhe aur adhure sawaalon se ghiri hui hai.
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Chapter 8: Pandrah Din Baad — Aaine Ke Saamne Ek Anjaaine Ke Saamne Ek Anjaana Chehra
Jay ka ilaaj agle pandrah din tak chalta raha.
Kabhi use hosh aata, toh kabhi woh dard aur kamzori ke kaaran dobara behosh hokar so jaata. Doctors uski haalat par lagataar nazar rakhe hue the. Uske sharir par lagi choton ko theek hone mein waqt lag raha tha.
Lekin in pandrah dinon mein ek ajeeb baat hui.
Jay ke sharir mein rehne wala Bhavik Singh Chouhan dheere-dheere samajhne laga tha ki uske saath kuch aisa hua hai, jo saamanya nahi hai.
Jab bhi use hosh aata, woh nurses aur doctors ki baatein sunta. Har koi use Jay ke naam se bulaata. Uske baare mein sawaal karta, use dawa deta aur aaraam karne ko kehta.
Shuru mein Bhavik ko laga ki shayad accident ke kaaran uski yaadasht par asar pada hai. Shayad woh kisi tarah apne hi baare mein sab kuch bhool gaya hai.
Lekin ek baat use andar hi andar pareshaan kar rahi thi.
Use apna naam yaad tha.
Apni umr yaad thi.
Apni shaadi, apna bank, apni naukri aur apni zindagi ki kai baatein bhi yaad thi.
Woh Bhavik Singh Chouhan tha—untees saal ka ek banker, jo apni zindagi mein kai mushkilon ka saamna karke shehar mein basa tha.
Phir woh Jay kaise ho sakta tha?
Aur agar woh Jay tha, toh Bhavik ki yaadein uske dimaag mein kyun thi?
Pandrahve Din Ki Subah
Pandrahve din subah ke waqt Bhavik ki aankhein khuli toh use pehle ke mukaable kuch behtar mehsoos hua.
Sharir mein ab bhi dard tha, lekin woh pehle ki tarah bilkul laachaar nahi tha.
Woh apni gardan ghuma sakta tha aur kuch der tak aankhein kholkar aas-paas dekh sakta tha.
Kamre ki khidki se halki dhoop andar aa rahi thi.
Ek nurse dawa dene aayi.
“Good morning, Jay. Aaj tabiyat kaisi hai?”
Bhavik ne uski taraf dekha.
“Ek baat poochhun?”
“Ji, poochhiye.”
“Mujhe yahan aaye kitne din ho gaye?”
Nurse ne uski file dekhi.
“Pandrah din ho gaye hain. Aapka accident kaafi serious tha. Aapko aaraam karna chahiye. Doctor sahab bhi keh rahe the ki aapki recovery dheere-dheere ho rahi hai.”
Pandrah din.
Bhavik ne man hi man hisaab lagaaya.
Pandrah din se woh kisi aur ke sharir mein tha. Pandrah din se log use kisi aur naam se bula rahe the. Aur pandrah din se woh khud apne sawaalon ke jawaab dhoondh raha tha.
Usne nurse se poochha, “Yahan koi aaina hai?”
Nurse thodi hairaan hui.
“Aaina? Aapko kya karna hai?”
“Bas… apna chehra dekhna hai.”
Nurse ne use kuch pal dekha. Phir boli, “Main lekar aati hoon. Lekin aap zyada uthne ki koshish mat kijiyega.”
Woh chali gayi.
Bhavik ki dhadkan tez hone lagi..
Aaj woh us sawaal ka jawaab jaanne wala tha, jo pandrah din se use andar hi andar kha raha tha.
Aakhir uske saath hua kya tha?
Aaina
Kuch der baad nurse ek chhota-sa aaina lekar aayi.
Usne aaina Bhavik ke haath mein de diya.
“Lijiye. Aur agar chakkar aaye toh mujhe bula lena.”
Bhavik ne aaine ko pakad liya.
Uski ungliyan halki-si kaanp rahi thi.
Pehle usne apni aankhon ko dekha.
Phir maathe ko.
Phir poore chehre ko.
Ek pal ke liye uski saans ruk gayi.
Aaine mein jo chehra tha, woh uska chehra nahi tha.
Woh ek naujawan ka chehra tha, jise usne apni zindagi mein kabhi nahi dekha tha. Chehre par choton ke nishaan the, hothon ke paas sujan thi aur aankhon ke neeche thakaan saaf nazar aa rahi thi.
Bhavik ne aaine ko thoda kareeb kiya.
Usne apne gaal ko chhua.
Aaine mein khade us anjaan naujawan ne bhi apne gaal ko chhua.
Bhavik ne apni aankhein band ki. Phir kholi.
Chehra wahi tha.
Usne aaine ko neeche kar diya aur kuch pal tak bina kuch bole baitha raha..
Phir uske munh se dheemi-si awaaz nikli—
“Yeh… main nahi hoon.”
Usne dobara aaine mein dekha.
“Main Bhavik Singh Chouhan hoon. Yeh chehra mera nahi hai. Yeh sharir mera nahi hai!”
Uski awaaz mein ghabraahat badhne lagi.
Nurse turant uske paas aayi.
“Jay, kya hua? Aap theek hain?”
Bhavik ne uski taraf dekha.
“Tum mujhe Jay kyun bulaati ho?”
Nurse ruk gayi.
“Kyunki aapka naam Jay hai. apki jeb se jo documents mile th, un sab me apka naam Jay hai”
“Nahi!” Bhavik ne kamzor lekin dridh awaaz mein kaha. “Mera naam Bhavik hai. Bhavik Singh Chouhan!”
Nurse ne uski taraf chintit nazron se dekha.
“Jay, shaant ho jaiye. Aap abhi poori tarah theek nahi hue hain.”
“Tum meri baat samajh kyun nahi rahi ho? Main tumhe bata raha hoon ki main Jay nahi hoon!”
Usne uthne ki koshish ki, lekin sharir mein dard ki wajah se woh dobara takiye par gir gaya.
Nurse ne turant doctor ko bulaane ke liye doosri nurse ko awaaz di..
Bhavik ne aaina apne seene par rakh liya aur chhat ko dekhne laga.
Uski aankhon mein ghabraahat thi, lekin us ghabraahat ke neeche ek aur ehsaas janm le raha tha.
Sach jaanne ki zid.
Woh apne aap se sawaal karne laga.
“Kya main mar gaya tha?
“Kya mera asli sharir ab is duniya mein nahi hai.."
“Kya meri aatma kisi tarah is ladke ke sharir mein aa gayi hai?”
Use sadak ka koi spasht drishya yaad nahi aa raha tha. Use yaad nahi tha ki woh is hospital tak kaise pahuncha. Lekin apne andar maujood yaadon aur aaine mein dikh rahe chehre ke beech ka antar woh jhuthla nahi sakta tha.
Uske saath kuch bahut bura hua tha.
Kuch aisa, jiska jawaab sirf doctors ki report mein nahi milne wala tha..
Ek Faisla
Kuch der baad doctor uske kamre mein aaye. Unhone Bhavik ki jaanch ki aur usse kuch sawaal poochhe.
Bhavik ne is baar khud ko shaant rakhne ki koshish ki.
Usne doctor ko apni uljhan bataayi—ki use apna naam Bhavik Singh Chouhan yaad hai, jabki sab use Jay keh rahe hain.
Doctor ne uski baat dhyaan se suni.
“Accident ke baad kabhi-kabhi mareez ko confusion ho sakta hai. Choton, dawaon ya doosre neurological kaaranon se bhi aisa ho sakta hai. Hum aapki jaanch karenge.”
Bhavik chup raha.
Doctor ki baat ek sambhaavna thi, jawaab nahi.
Woh jaanta tha ki use abhi apne sharir ko theek hone dena hoga. Woh kamzor tha, uske paas paise nahi the, apni asli zindagi tak pahunchne ka koi spasht raasta nahi tha.
Lekin woh haar maanne wala nahi tha.
Usne aaine ko apne paas rakha aur man hi man kaha-
“Chahe mere saath jo bhi hua ho, main sach jaan kar rahoonga. Main Bhavik Singh Chouhan hoon. Mujhe apni zindagi ke baare mein pata karna hai… aur mujhe yeh bhi jaanana hai ki yeh Jay kaun hai, jiski zindagi mein main aa gaya hoon.”
Usne khidki se baahar dekha.
Shehar apni raftaar se chal raha tha. Log apne kaamon mein lage the. Kisi ko nahi pata tha ki hospital ke is kamre mein ek aadmi apni pehchaan ke liye lad raha hai.
Aur use abhi yeh bhi nahi pata tha ki Jay ki zindagi mein kitne raaz chhupe hue hain.
Bhavik ka pehla sawaal tha—woh Jay kaise bana?
Lekin jald hi use ek doosra sawaal bhi pareshaan karne wala tha—
Agar woh Jay ke sharir mein zinda tha, toh kya Jay ki aatma sach mein khatam ho chuki thi?
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Chapter 9: Jay Ki Pehchaan — Sach Ki Pehli Kadi
Bhavik Singh Chouhan samajhdar aadmi tha. aur bahut intelligent tha..
Usne apni zindagi mein kai mushkil halaat dekhe the. Woh jaanta tha ki har pareshani ka hal ghabraane se nahi, balki shaant dimaag se sochne par milta hai.
Isliye aaine mein apna anjaan chehra dekhne ke baad bhi usne koi jaldbaazi nahi ki.
Agle do din tak woh bilkul shaant raha. Doctor aur nurses jo kehte, woh uska paalan karta. Samay par dawa leta, aaraam karta aur apni sehat sudharne deta.
Lekin uska dimaag lagataar kaam kar raha tha.
“Agar main is sharir mein hoon, toh mujhe is sharir ke maalik ke baare mein jaanana hoga. Uska naam Jay hai. Lekin Jay kaun hai? Uske saath kya hua tha? Aur main aakhir iske sharir mein aaya kaise?”
Bhavik ke paas abhi in sawaalon ke jawaab nahi the.
Lekin use ek baat samajh aa gayi thi—agar woh bina soche-samjhe apni asli pehchaan ka daawa karta raha, toh log use maansik roop se pareshaan samajh sakte the.
Use pehle jaankaari jutaana thi.
Aur iske liye use kisi aur ki madad se zyada, apne dimaag ka istemaal karna tha.
Do Din Baad — Ek Chhota Sa Sawaal
Us din dopahar ko nurse Jay ke kamre mein aayi. Woh uski dawa aur zaroori jaanch karne ke liye aayi thi.
Bhavik ne use dekha aur kuch der intezaar kiya. Jab nurse apna kaam poora karke jaane lagi, toh usne awaaz di.
“Excuse me, Sister!”
Nurse ruk gayi.
“Ji, Jay? Kya hua?”
Bhavik ne apni awaaz ko saamanya rakhte hue kaha—
“Apne mere saman kaa jikra kiya tha, Main apna wo saamaan dekhna chahta tha.”
Nurse ne hairaani se uski taraf dekha.
“Saamaan?”
Bhavik: Purse wagera jo accident ke samay mere sath tha..
Nurse kuch pal sochti rahi. Phir use yaad aaya ki accident ke baad security officer aur hospital ke karmachariyon ne patient se sambandhit kuch cheezein jama karwaayi thi.
“Ek minute, Jay. Main pata karke aati hoon.”
Bhavik ne sir hila diya.
Nurse kamre se baahar chali gayi.
Bhavik ne aankhein band karke gehri saans li.
“Bas, yahin se shuruaat hogi.”
Use yaad tha ki nurse ne pehle documents ka zikr kiya tha. Shayad Jay ke paas koi pahchaan patra ho. Aadhaar card, driving licence, bank card ya koi aisa document, jisse uske baare mein kuch pata chal sake.
Agar use Jay ki pehchaan mil gayi, toh woh uski zindagi ki kahaani samajhne ki koshish kar sakta tha.
Aur agar us kahaani mein apni maujooda haalat ka koi suraag mil gaya, toh shayad woh apne saath hui is ajeeb ghatna ko bhi samajh paaye.
Jay Ka Saamaan
Kuch der baad nurse wapas aayi.
Uske haath mein ek chhota sa wallet tha aur ak mobile tha, jise hospital ki taraf se surakshit rakha gaya tha.
“Yeh lijiye, Jay. Aapka saamaan yahi hai. Aap khud dekh lijiye. Bas zyada harkat mat kijiyega.”
Bhavik ne wallet aur mobile ki taraf dekha.
Uska dil thoda tez dhadakne laga.
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