Ek Aurat ki Dastaan--1
Hansi ki raah me gam mile to kya karein,
Wafa ki raah me bewafa mile to kya kare,
Kaise bachaye zindagi ko dhokebazon se
Koi muskura ke dhoka de jaye to kya karein
Rail gaadi Rajnagar platform se dhire dhire aage sarak rahi thi.. Sabhi yatri afra tafri me train ki taraf bhaag rahe they.. Koi bhi aadmi uss train ko miss karne ke mood me nahi tha.. Inn sab kaarano se station par bada shor ho raha tha..
Par uss train par koi "aisa bhi tha" yaa yun kah len ki "aisi bhi thi" jo inn sab se anzaan ek khidki par baithi hui thi.. Ab halki halki baarish shuru ho gayi thi aur train ne apni puri raftaar pakad li thi.. Baarish ki choti choti boondein uske gore gaalon aur gulabi hothon ko bhigo rahi thi par use kisi cheez ki bhi parwah nahi thi..
Wo ek 25-26 saal ki ladki thi jo chehre se kisi achche ghar ki maaloom hoti thi.. Chehre par ajeeb si maasumiyat thi par kahin na kahin uske chehre me dard bhi chupa hua tha.. Chehre par ajeeb sa sunapan tha jise samajh paana kaafi mushkil tha..par ek baat jo koi bhi bata sakta tha ye wo tha ki usne jeevan me bahut se dukh dekhe hain ya yun kahen ki Dhokhe khaye hain.. Zindagi se use kadam kadam par thokar hi mili hai..
Uske chehre ke bhaav achanak badalne lage.. Kabhi uske chehre ki lakeerein khusi ko darsaati to kabhi gam ke baadal uske chehre par dikhne lagte.. Shayad apni beeti hui zindagi ko yaad kar rahi thi wo... Haan yahi to kar rahi thi wo... Apni beeti zindagi ko yaad...
Chalte chalte rukne ki aadat hogayi hai,
Biti batey dohrane ki aadat hogayi hai..
Kya khoya, kya paya.. Kuch yaad nai,
Ab to logo se dhoka khane ki aadat si hogayi hai...
"Beti subah ke 9 baj chuke hain.. Aaj uthna nahi hai kya..?"
"Sunday hai papa kam se kam aaj bhi sone do naa.." Apne papa ke haath me pakdi hui Rajayi unse chinte hue phir apne oopar daal li aur so gayi..
"Are beti aaj tere college me cultural programs hain... Bhool gayi kya..? Jaldi se taiyyar ho jaao warna late ho jaaogi.." Uske pita ne use fir uthane ki koshish ki..
"Kya papa sone do naa... Abhi bhi 2 ghante baaki hain... Program 11 baje se hai" Uss ladki ne Rajayi se apne kaano ko Daba liya..
"Are Beti maine jhooth kaha tha... 10:30 baj chuke hain ab jaldi se taiyyar ho jaao.." Uske pita ne raaz khola..
"Aap jhooth bol rahe ho Papa" Ye bolte hue wo apni table par rakhkhi ghadi ki taraf ghoomi...
"Oh no.. Yahan to sach me 10:30 abj chuke hain.." Wo uchalti hui bistar se uth gayi aur towel uthakar sidha bathroom me ghus gayi..
Jab bathroom se wapas aayi to paaya ki ghadi me abhi 9:30 hi hue hain... Ye dekhkar use Apne papa ki chaal samajh me aa gayi..
Wo daudti hui apne kamre se bahar aayi aur seedhiyon se utar kar hall me pahunch gayi.. Hall me dining table par baithe uske pita uska intezaar kar rahe they..
"Aao aao beti.. Chalo naashta kar lete hain.." Uske pita ne apni beti ke chehre par naarazgi ko bhaanp liya tha..
"Kya papa aap bhi naa, mujhe jagane ke liye ghadi ki timin hi change kar di..?"Usne muhn banate hue kaha...
"To beti ismein bura kya hai... Hamare poorvaz bhi kah gaye hain... Ki subah jagne se chaar cheezon ki prapti hoti hai... Aayu, visya, yash aur Bal" Uske Pita ne roz ki tarah hi wohi shabd dohra diye jo wo roz dohrate they...
Ye sunkar uski beti ne phir muhn fula liya... "Papa aap bhi naa mujhe sone nahi dete" Usne ek baar fir naarzgi bhare swar me kaha..
"Agar meri beti soyi rahegi to apne Papa se baat kab karegi.. Raat ko jab main aata hun to tum so chuki hoti ho... Yahi to ek time hota hai jab main tumse mil pata hun..." Itna bolkar uske papa ne uske komal gaalon par apne haath fere... Ye sunkar wo apne pita ke gale lag gayi..
"Oh papa I'm sorry... I always hurt you.."
"Koi baat nahi beta... Choton se galtiyaan to hoti rahti hain..par badon ka ye farz hai ki wo use maaf karen..
Khair jaane do... Chalo naashta karte hain.."
"Haan chaliye papa" Ye bolkar wo dono naashta karne lage aur ek naukar unhe khaana parosh raha tha... Bade hi khush they dono baap beti...
"Thakur Villa" Ye naam tha uss haweli ka jisme wo dono baap beti rahte they.. Thakur khandan ka desh videsh me bahut bada kaarobaar tha aur Thakur Prem singh akele use sambhalte they.. Haan, uss ladki ke Pita kaa naam tha Prem Singh aur Uski ek hi laadli beti thi jise usne bachpan se apne seene se lagakar paala... Uski maa bachpan me hi prasav ke dauran hi guzar gayi thi aur apne piche chhod gayi thi iss nanhi si jaan Sneha ko... Sneha... Yahi to naam tha uski fool jaisi bachchi ka.. Rajnagar ki shaan tha wo khandaan... Thakur Khandaan...
" Jism ke har kone se, Khushboo Tumhaari aati hai..
Jab bhi Tanha hota hun, Yaad Tumhari aati hai.. "
"Dikha kar khawaab in aankhon ko, De gaye aansoon in mein Tum..
Kaise chalka doo yeh aansoon, In mein bhi To rehte ho Tum.."
"Ho gaye Tumse juda, Kitne badnaseeb hain hum..
Rootha humse aaj mera khuda, Kitne fakeer hain hum.."
"Wah wah..wah..wah.. Kya shayari arz ki hai dost... Tumhein to shayar banna chahiye.." wahan para baithe saare ladke ek saath taaliyan baja uthe..
"Kya khaak shayar banna chahiye... Ye bhi koi shayari hai... Dinbhar dukh bhari shayari karta rahta hai aur hamara dimag kharab karta rehta hai..huh.. Main sunata hun shayari.. Gaur se sunna.."
Jab choot se lund takrata hai, mat puchiye kya maza aata hai,
Jab choot se lund takrata hai, mat puchiye kya maza aata hai..
Tangon ko utha, kuchh chhot dikha, mere lund par zara haath fira
Yeh choot khushi mein hansti hai, lund bhi hilta hai masti mein,
Ab khol de apni choot ko tu, yeh lund mera farmata hain,
Jab choot se lund takrata hai, mat puchiye kya maza aata hain,
Lund bhadka hai jaise koi bhoot, Jab se dekhi hai issne choot,
Andar bahar chode ga lund, Dhakke mare ye zoron se
Choot bhi paani chhode gi, lund mera yahi batata hain,
Jab choot se lund takrata hai, mat puchiye kya maza aata hain.