Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Monday, 25 February 2013

The girl I eventually fell in love with...


She was a girl who felt confident about herself, instead of craving for others' validations. Someone I'd eventually fall in love with.

Her skin was a few shades lighter, and her slender fingers gripped objects as if they belonged to her. Maybe, the world belonged to her, and I was just playing the role of being a part of that world.

At times, she used to phase out and stared into the empty spaces beyond us as we laughed at her. She searched for someone to call her own while glancing at her own hazy thoughts; I wanted to read those thoughts, and fill those empty spaces. Even though I never got a chance to do any of it, the twinkle of those eyes remained with me, in my memories. 

Whenever we met, I always noticed her bright eyes. They were full of dreams, and I wanted to fulfill them all.  I remember, I always talked a little less whenever she was around, sometimes just to make sure I don’t make a fool of myself but mostly I’d be guessing her thoughts about that passing moment. I always wondered if she ever thought about me. Maybe she did, but not like the way I wanted her to.

We spent a few evenings together, including some moments of privacy, but those were the most difficult for me. I always thought of the things I’d tell her, lines I could quote to impress her, only to be intimidated by her nonchalance as she wasn’t the one to be impressed. She wasn’t like all those girl I’ve met, she was one of her own kind.

She was the girl I eventually fell in love with. 


Sunday, 24 February 2013

I saw her walking away...


I saw you,
I saw you walking away,
Into the stillness of a rainy night,
Into the darkness of the blinding light...

And you see,

You see I wanted to hold you,
In my eyes, in my dreams, in my arms,
But all I could do was muster a simple goodbye...

On a night,
Where you sat smiling,
And I sat wondering,
I wondered about the world,
And about a shiny star,
I wondered about all those closed doors,
And the one left ajar,
I wondered about us,
And a perfect world somewhere far…


But then I saw you,
I saw you walking away,
From me, from all my thoughts,
Beyond the boundaries I can’t cross,
Beyond the boundaries better left uncrossed…

Friday, 8 February 2013

Take my dreams, and give me your nightmares few...


Come,
Sit next to me,
And tell me your story

Yes,
I’m here by your side,
Yes, he said the same I know he lied

No,
I won’t, you won’t be alone this time
Here, take my hand, knot your fingers through mine

But,
Still if it makes you happy, and makes you smile,
I’ll sit beside you, and listen to you all this while

So,
Just be with me, we’ll walk slow,
Yes, I too felt the same once I think you know

And see,
A bunch of flowers, a box full of sunshine for you,
Here take my dreams, and give me your nightmares few…



Tired of being heartbroken...


Tired of being heartbroken,
Let me mend your heart,
Here’s to a new start…

Tired of crying those tears,
Here, some smiles for you,
See I got you a morning new…

Tired of these lonely nights,
I got some sunshine today,
These golden beams are here to stay…

Tired of seeing those nightmares,
Can I share my dreams with you?
And fulfill some of your wishes too…

Tired of being alone today,
So just take my hand,
And we’ll slip through the fingers of darkness,
Like those specks of sand...

So darling, 
you won’t be tired of being heartbroken now,
Don’t worry, I’ll mend it for you somehow…

Thursday, 29 November 2012

You’re my girl...

You're my dream,
my kiss
You're my star,
that beautiful cigar,
I never smoke,
You're the love about which I never spoke

You’re the bedside,
Where my secret lies
You’re the hope that remains,
When every dream dies,
You’re my laughter,
And you’re all those deep sighs

You’re the sun,
That never shines,
The clouds,
Which forgot to rain,
You’re all those smiles I missed,
Only to experience that comforting pain

And you’re the dance,
I can never dance,
You are the song,
I can always sing,
You’re the commotion in my mind,
You’re the only who seems my kind.

You’re the hugs,
I never got,
You’re that lucky unburnt cigarette,
When I got no money for the pot,
The one they never found,
you’re that hidden pearl

And little do they know, that 
You’re my girl...

Monday, 13 August 2012

Never-Ending Story...


Remember when we used to go out in the rain,
And feel each other’s pain,
Remember when we used to go out in the sunshine,
Holding hands, keeping each other sane
Remember when we used to go out on those moonless nights,
And I used to find my soothing moonlight in your finger’s touch,
Remember when we used to roam in the autumn time,
When we loved each other so much 

Remember when you used to smile while dancing in the rain,
And I used to stare at you,
Remember when you used to lie down in the pleasant sunshine,
While every day I dreamt dreams new,
Remember when you used to count the stars on those moonless nights,
And I found mine sitting on the stairs,
Remember when we used to meet me during the autumn time, 
Making love in the isolated corners of country fairs

Remember when I tried to hide my tears in the rain,
And you smiled at me after years,
Remember when I stood next to you in that fortunate wintery sunshine,
While that nearness allayed my fears,
Remember when I stood under your window on those moonless nights,
And our love lost all its glory
Remember when I waited for you during the leafless autumn time,
Realizing unlike what you said, our love wasn’t a never-ending story.





Thursday, 9 August 2012

इमारत

Based on this image clicked by Faizan Patel (His Photography page)

याद है, 
वह सीढियां, जहाँ बैठ कर 
सांप सीढ़ी खेला करते थे, 
कभी मैं तुमसे हार जाता, 
तो कभी तुम मुझसे जीत जाया करती थीं

वह छत, जहाँ साथ मिलकर 
पतंगें उड़ाया करते थे, 
और जो मंजे से मेरी उंगली कट जाती, 
तो तुम अपने होंठों से मरहम लगा जाया करती थीं

एक बगीचा, छोटा सा, 
जहाँ हर सावन के महीने में ओले बटोरा करते थे, 
और भीगे भागे जब घर में घुसते, 
तो माँ तुम्हारे हिस्से के थप्पड़ भी मुझे रसीद दिया करती थीं

मास्टर बैडरूम, कोने वाला 
जहाँ शादी के बाद हमने एक छोटा सा जहाँ बसाया था, 
वहां पड़े एक टूटे बिस्तर के सिरहाने पर आज भी तुम्हारी यादें बस्ती हैं, 
वही, जो एक बंद पड़े काले बक्से में तुम छुपा दिया करती थीं 

एक घर हमारा, 
पहाडगंज की गलियों में सीना ताने मुस्कुराता था, 
आज खंडहर बन सूखे आंसू बहाता है, 
जिसे कभी सुबहें अपनी सुनहरी किरणों से सजा जाया करती थीं 

एक इमारत ही है बस, 
मेरे सपनो की तरह कुछ टूटी हुई सी, 
एक इमारत ही है बस, 
मेरे अपनों की तरह कुछ रूठी हुई सी 

Sunday, 18 March 2012

फिर मुलाक़ात



कहते हैं, सपने देखने का हक कर किसी को है, पर सपने पूरे बस जांबाज़ दिल वाले ही कर पाते हैं। हम तो खैर किस्मत के मारे हैं, अपने मन को झूठे-मूटे सपनों से ही बहलाते रह जाते हैं।

"वाह साहब, खूब कही आपने," शर्मा जी गर्म चाय की चुस्की लेते हुए बोले।

"जी शुक्रिया, पर हकीकत है यही ज़िन्दगी की। मिलता है हर किसी को अपना नसीब बदलने का एक मौका, कोई झट से उससे लपक लेता है तो कोई बस हाथ मलता रह जाता है और फिर शुरू होता है, उस पल से अपने आखरी पल तक, एक लगातार मौत का सिलसिला।" पार्ले-जी का बिस्कुट अपनी काफी के प्याले में डुबोकर आनंद बाबु बोले। 

"बड़े उम्दा ख्याल वाले लगते हैं आप, कौन शहर के निवासी हैं?" शर्मा जी ने पुछा था। 

"पिछले कुछ वर्षों से लखनऊ में रह रहा था, घर परिवार सब वहीँ सींचा था और उसे पहले काशीपुर नाम के एक शहर में बचपन गुज़ारा था।  बीवी को गुज़रे एक साल बीत गया था, और अकेलापन भी अब काटने को दौड़ता था। सोचा बाकी बचे कुछ साल बच्चों के संग गुज़ार लिए जाएँ तो यहाँ दिल्ली चला आया।" आनंद बाबु के जवाब में काशीपुर का नाम सुन शर्मा जी थोड़े बेचैन हो उठे। 

"आप कहाँ से हैं?" शर्मा जी कि विचारधारा को भंग करते हुए आनंद बाबु ने प्रश्न किया। 

"मैं मुंबई से हूँ, बस किसी काम के सिलसिले में यहाँ आया हुआ था। अब यहाँ पर अपना सब, अपने एक पुराने रिश्तेदार के यहाँ छोड़ कर चला जाऊंगा विदेश," शर्मा जी बोले। 

"समझा नहीं मैं।"

"३५ साल हो गए, घर से भाग बम्बई पहुंचा था। तबसे खून पसीना एक कर खूब काम किया, खूब दौलत कमाई।अब ऊब सा गया हूँ, मन करता है फिर भाग जाने का। सोच रहा हूँ विदेश घूम आऊं थोड़ा, फिर कभी मौका मिले न मिले।"

"और बीवी बच्चे?" 

"कभी शादी करने का मौका ही कहाँ मिला, अब अकेलापन काटने को दौड़ा है।" मुरझाई सी आवाज़ में शर्मा जी ने बोला।

"किसके साथ जायेंगे फिर घूमने?"
  
"अकेला ही निकलूंगा, ज़िन्दगी की भागदौड़ में बस एक ही चीज़ छूट गयी। कभी कोई रिश्ता बनाने का समय ही न मिला। सोचता हूँ थोड़ा टहल आऊं, क्या पता इन्ही रास्तों में किसी अजनबी में ही कोई अपना सा लग जाए।" शर्मा जी  कहते कहते हंस दिए। 

"तोह भागने से पहले कहाँ रहते थे?" 

शर्मा जी मुस्कुरा दिए, ३५ साल और उस कांटे कि चुभन आज भी दिल को लहूलुहान कर देती थी। वो एक सपना जो मिल कर देखा था, जो आज भी ज़िन्दगी को कुछ और अधुरा बनाने से नहीं चूकता। 

शर्मा जी ने पास में पड़ा अख़बार उठा अपने माथे कि शिकन छुपाने कि कोशिश करी। इधर अपनी काफी के खाली कप को टेबल पर रख आनंद बाबु उठ खड़े हुए। शर्मा जी किसी तरह शहर वाले सवाल को टाल गए थे, और ये बात आनंद बाबु कि समझ में आ गयी थी।

"शायद कोई पुराना दर्द होगा । " के ख्याल के साथ १० रुपये का नोट दुकानदार को पकड़कर चले गए।

"साहब आपके चाय के रुपये आनंद बाबु ने दे दिए थे," दुकानदार पांच रुपये के सिक्के को वापस शर्मा जी कि तरफ ढकेलते हुए बोला। 

"आनंद बाबु?"

"हाँ वही, जो आपके संग बैठ कर काफी पी रहे थे।" 

शर्मा जी कुछ नहीं बोले, उस पांच रुपये के सिक्के को अपनी शर्ट की जेब में रखते हुए घर की ओर चल पढ़े।

इसी तरह उसी छोटे से होटल में हर रोज़ सुबह की सैर के बाद बातों का सिलसिला चलता था। चाय के बहाने आनंद बाबु ने काफी सारे दोस्त बनाये थे, पर शर्मा जी में उनको न जाने एक अकेलापन नज़र आता था। इसी के चलते शर्मा जी जब भी दिखते, आनंद बाबु उन्ही के संग अपनी काफी की चुस्कियां लिया करते थे। एक बार बातों-बातों में नाम पुछा, तो बोले थे की शर्मा कह कर ही बुला लिया करो क्योंकि रिश्ते नामों से नहीं दिल से बनते हैं।


"अरे छोटू, शर्मा जी आये थे क्या आज?" आनंद बाबु ने चिल्ला कर, काउंटर पर बैठे सिक्को संग खेलते हुए छोटू से पुछा।

"हाँ आये तोह थे, और अपनी एक डाएरी भी छोड़ गए।"

"अच्छा दिखाओ तो ज़रा उनकी डाएरी।" आनंद बाबु ने कहा और छोटू झट से डाएरी ले उनके पास आ गया।

आनंद बाबु ने कुछ पन्ने पलट कर देखा, डाएरी में बस कुछ कविता और नाम-पते ही थे। बंद करते वक़्त अचानक ही उनका ध्यान एक पन्ने पर गया, शायद कोई पुराना किस्सा था। पिछले दिन छब्बीस जनवरी  होने के कारण अख़बार नहीं छपे थे।


"चलो आज इस अजनबी की कहानी संग ही अपनी सुबह मनोरंजक बनायीं जाए।" आनंद बाबु मन ही मन बोले।

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सन १९७६:

"पप्पू कौशिक स्पीकिंग!!" फ़ोन के उस तरफ से आवाज़ आई। 

"अरे घोंचू, राजू बोल रहा हूँ।" 

"राजू, कहाँ पर है तू?" पप्पू ने पिताजी के डर से फुसफुसा कर कहा। 

पप्पू के पिताजी पास ही के स्कूल में मास्टरजी थे, और हर रोज़ उनके साथ साथ स्कूल वाली छड़ी भी घर आती थी। उनका बस एक उसूल था, अगर लड़का एक बार में न माने तो छड़ी संग उसकी मुलाकात करा दी जाए। पप्पू को अपने पिताजी से ज्यादा उस छड़ी से डर लगता था। 

"पप्पू, हमारा प्लान पूरा करने का समय आ गया है, मैं चौराहे के पास वाले बूथ पर हूँ।" राजू बोला। 

राजू के पिताजी उस क्षेत्र के सबसे बड़े गेंहू व्यापारी थे। सालों से चले आ रहे अपने धंधे का अगला वारिस वोह राजू को ही बनाना चाहते थे, पर राजू का ध्यान तो कहीं और था। उसे मुंबई जाना था, अपने पैरों पर खड़ा होना था और अपनी दुनिया अपने ढंग से बनानी थी।

उसके इसी प्लान में उसका साथ उसके बचपन के दोस्त पप्पू ने देना था। पिछले दो महीनों से, दिन रात बैठ उन्होंने पैसों के इंतज़ाम संग, टिकेट और बम्बई में रुकने का प्रभंद भी कर लिया था। 

"पर गाड़ी निकलने में तोह अभी कुछ समय बाकी है।" पप्पू ने घड़ी को देखते हुए कहा, घड़ी के कांटे सात बज कर पैंतीस दिखा रहे थे।

"बस दो घंटे और, मैं स्टेशन पर तेरा इंतज़ार करूँगा। तेरा टिकेट मेरी जेब में है।"

"मैं बस एक गठरी में अपने कपडे बाँध ठीक सवा नौ बजे तुझे स्टेशन के बाहर मिलूँगा।" पप्पू ने कहा।


"मैं इंतज़ार करूँगा तेरा।"

"राजू, सब ठीक होगा न? माँ का दिल इस तरह दुखा नहीं पाऊंगा।"

"अरे पगले, इतनी चिंता क्यों करता है। बस ३ दिन और हम बम्बई में होंगे, फिर अपने अपने घर फ़ोन करेंगे। सब ठीक होगा, एक बार हमारे हाथ में कुछ पैसे आ जाएँ फिर तो तू अपने माँ बाबु जी को भी वहीँ बुला लेना," राजू ने समझाया।

"और तेरे बाबू जी, उनका क्या?"

"वही जिसने मेरी माँ को तडपा-तडपा कर मारा था। उनसे तो जितना दूर जा पाऊं उतना अच्छा।"

फ़ोन रख राजू अपने घर की ओर रवाना हुआ। कुल मिला कर ५०० रुपियों का इंतज़ाम हुआ था, राजू को बम्बई में एक अखबार की तरफ से लिखने का प्रस्ताव आया था। पप्पू, भी बारहवी पास था। जहाँ राजू अपना पिछले ही हफ्ते अपना बीसवाँ जन्म दिन मना कर हटा था, पप्पू अगले ही महीन उन्नीस साल पूरे करने वाला था।

रात ८:३० बजे, साजो-सामान संग राजू स्टेशन को निकल गया। दोस्त के घर जाने का बहाना कर, राजू स्टेशन जा पहुंचा था। ट्रेन आने में पैंतालीस मिनट थे जब राजू स्टेशन पहुंचा। प्लेटफार्म पर इक्का-दुक्का लोग ही मौजूद थे, तो वह पास के ही स्टाल से दो समोसे और एक कप चाय खरीद वहीँ एक बेंच पर पसर गया।

स्टेशन पर मौजूद एक रेल का इंजन को देखते हुए वोह चाय की चुस्की लेने लगा, बचपन से ही उसे रेल का बड़ा शौक था। जब भी रेलगाड़ी को गुज़रते हुए देखता था, तो सब कुछ भूल जाता था। पटरियों पर चलना तोह उसका प्रिये खेल था, अक्सर शाम बिताने वहीँ स्टेशन के करीब पटरियों पर बैठ जाता था और दूर शितिज की ओर देखता रहता। न जाने कितनी ही रेलगाड़ियाँ उसके सामने से गुजरी थी, न जाने कितनी बार उसने खुद को उन रेलगाड़ियों पर चढ़ने से रोका था।

"अभी सही वक़्त नहीं आया।"   यही सोच कर अपने आप को रोका लेता था राजू। पर जिस दिन ही उसने अपनी पढाई पूरी करी थी, उसने सोच लिया था की सही समय आने पर उन्ही में से एक ट्रेन को पकड़ वोह दिल्ली चला जायेगा और फिर दिल्ली से मुंबई। सब कहते थे मुंबई में हर किसी के सपने पूरे होते हैं, शायद उसका भी होना था। और बचपन से ही सबको ही उसकी कवितायेँ और कहानियां खूब भाती थीं। कितनी ही बार अखबारों में उसके लेख छप चुके थे। उन्ही दिनों उसकी मुलाक़ात बम्बई से आये एक संपादक से हुई थी। उन्होंने उसे बम्बई आने का न्योता दिया, बस फिर क्या था, पप्पू संग मिल कर उसने घर से भागने की पूरी योजना बना ली थी।

राजू के बाप को उसका लेखन बिलकुल न सुहाता था, पर राजू ने तो तय कर लिया था। इधर पप्पू का बचपन से ही फिल्मों में जाने का मन था, रामलीला और स्कूल के नाटकों में तो उसने खूब वाह वाही बटोरी थी। पर साथ ही साथ अपने पिताजी से कितनी ही बार डांट भी खायी थी। उसके पिताजी का सपना था की वोह उन्ही की तरह एक अध्यापक बने पर उसे तो फिल्मस्टार बनना था।

"पुरानी दिल्ली जाने वाली गाड़ी अपने निर्धारित समय पर प्लेटफार्म नंबर १ पर आएगी।" इस घोषणा के संग ही उसका ध्यान भंग हुआ। उसने स्टेशन पर ही टंगी घड़ी की ओर नज़र डाली, तोह वह नौ बज कर दस मिनट दिखा रही थी।

"अब तक तोह पप्पू को आ जाना चाहिए था।"   माथे पर उभर आयीं पसीने की कुछ बूंदों को पोंछते हुए उसने सोचा।

पप्पू का कुछ अता पता नहीं था और इधर सिग्नल हरा हो चुका था। दूर से रेलगाड़ी की रौशनी दिखाई दे रही थी, जो धीरे धीरे और तेज़ होती जा रही थी।

मुसाफिरों का जमावड़ा स्टेशन को मनो जीवित कर चुका था, हर तरफ अफरा तफरी मची थी। बच्चों को लादे माँए, अटेची-बैग लिए भागते पुरुष, कहीं किसी कुली के चिल्लाने की आवाज़, कहीं सफ़र की उत्तेजना में चिल्ल-पौं मचाते बच्चे। मानो जैसे वर्षों बाद किसी बंज़र ज़मीन पर बारिश हुई और सबकी जान में जान आ गयी, पर दूसरी तरफ राजू का खून जैसे सूखने लगा था।

पहले दिन से राजू को डर था की उसका प्लान चौपट न हो जाए। रेलगाड़ी को आये हुए ५ मिनट हो चुके थे, पर अभी भी पप्पू कहीं दिखाई नहीं दे रहा था। बेमन राजू एक बार फिर स्टेशन के मुख्यद्वार की ओर बढ़ा। 

"राजू...." राजू ने मुड़के देखा तोह पप्पू भागा-भागा उसकी तरफ आ रहा था। राजू भी भीड़ को चीरते हुए उसकी तरफ बढ़ा। 

"पप्पू तेरा सामान कहाँ है?" 

"राजू, मेरी बात सुन।" 

"खैर छोड़, रेलगाड़ी को छूटने में बस कुछ ही मिनट बाकी हैं। चल जल्दी चल।" राजू की जान में जैसे जान आई और चेहरे पर एक मुस्कराहट की रेखा। 

"राजू मैं नहीं जा सकता।" पप्पू ने अपना हाथ छुड़ाते हुए कहा। 

भौचक्का सा हो राजू एक-टक उसकी तरफ देखता रह गया। पप्पू की आँखों से हलकी सी एक बूँद टपकी और वोह बोला, "राजू हमारे माँ-बाप को हमारी ज़रुरत है, क्या हमारे सपने उनसे भी ज्यादा ज़रूरी हैं?" 

राजू को एक बार के लिए विश्वास न हुआ की ये वही पप्पू है जो कभी उसको सपने देखना सिखा गया था। राजू जैसे एक बुत बनकर उसकी तरफ देखता रहा। 

"राजू चल वापस, बड़ी मुश्किल से आया हूँ। मैं और देर नहीं रुक पाऊंगा, हम तेरे भी पिताजी से बात करेंगे और वोह सब समझ जायेंगे। अभी घर वापस चल राजू।" पप्पू ने राजू का हाथ पकड़ा और उससे अपने साथ साथ निकास की ओर ले जाने लगा। 

राजू जैसे बिखर सा गया था और बिना कुछ बोले पप्पू के साथ चलने लगा। एक पल में उसका हर एक सपना चूर हो गया था, जिसे वोह अपनी सबसे बड़ी ताकत समझता था वही दोस्त आज उसका सबसे बड़ा दुश्मन बन उसके सामने खड़ा था।

तभी अचानक रेलगाड़ी के इंजन की सीटी ने उसके हर ख्याल पर परदा किया, और उसने एकदम पीछे मुड़के देखा तो गार्ड हरी झंडी दिखा रहा, सिग्नल भी हरा हो चुका था।

"पप्पू, मुझे जाने दे और तू भी साथ चल।" राजू अपनी हथेली छुड़ाते हुए बोला। 

"राजू नहीं, घर चल वापस.."

"घर? जहाँ तू एक अध्यापक और मैं एक गेंहू व्यापारी बनूँ, बिलकुल नहीं। जहाँ तेरे और मेरे सपनो का क़त्ल हो, बिलकुल नहीं। जहां तुझे हर पल अपने पिताजी की मार के डर से बिताना पड़े और मुझे हर एक पल का हिसाब अपने पिताजी को देना पड़े, हरगिज़ नहीं। पप्पू ये हमारी आखरी उम्मीद है, सामने ट्रेन खड़ी है और हर चीज़ का इंतज़ाम किया हुआ है। पप्पू चल पड़।" रुआंसा सा हो राजू बोला।

पप्पू ने न में सर हिलाया और उसकी हथेली फिर थामने के लिए हाथ बढ़ाया। पर वोह हाथ जा चुका था, पप्पू ने पीछे मुड़के देखा तोह राजू बेहताशा सा रेलगाड़ी की ओर दौड़ा जा रहा था। 

"राजू..." पप्पू चिल्लाया पर राजू तोह उसे कबका अनसुना कर चुका था। 

इससे पहले रेलगाड़ी प्लेटफार्म छोड़ती, राजू उसमे चढ़ चुका था। राजू ने अपनी आँखों से टपकती बूंदों को पोंछ पलट कर पप्पू की ओर देखा, वोह प्लेटफार्म पर खड़ा हाथ हिला रहा था। कहाँ जानते थे वोह दोनों, की उनका आखिरी अलविदा इस तरह होगा। 

इस दुनिया में एक पप्पू ही तोह था जिसके लिए राजू अपनी जान तक दे सकता था, उस दिन उसी को छोड़ वोह हमेशा के लिए चला गया था। फिर बम्बई की भाग दौड़ और अपने सपने को साकार करने के चक्कर में राजू की आधी ज़िन्दगी कब बीत गयी उससे पता ही न चला। आज भी दिल में वही टीस लिए घूमता है राजू, की काश पप्पू ने उसका साथ दिया होता। पप्पू से मिलने वापस गया था, पर पता चला मास्टरजी का तबादला हो चुका था। 

खैर ज़िन्दगी है, कुछ पाने के लिए कुछ खोना भी पड़ता है।

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आनंद बाबु ने डाएरी में लिखी कहानी को पड़ने के पश्चात, डाएरी के मुख्य प्रष्ठ की ओर गए। 

"राजेंद्र शर्मा" 

शर्मा जी के नाम संग उनका फ़ोन नंबर और पता भी वहां मौजूद था। 

"छोटू, फ़ोन चालू है?" आनंद बाबु ने चिल्ला कर पुछा। 

"जी"

आनंद बाबु ने तुरंत वहां पर अंकित नंबर मिलाया। 

"जी हलो" दूसरी तरफ से आवाज़ आई। 

"जी क्या मैं राजेंद्र शर्मा जी से बात कर सकता हूँ?" आनंद बाबु ने पुछा। 

"हेलो मैं राजेद्र शर्मा, आप कौन?" उधर से शर्मा जी की आवाज़ आई। 

"सुना है आप विदेश की सौर पे निकल रहे हैं, और वो भी अकेले-अकेले," आनंद बाबु बोले। 

"हाँ पर आपको कैसे पता, कौन बोल रहे हैं?" 

"पहचानिए, आजकल मेरी आपके साथ रोज़ सुबह मुलाकात होती है," आनंद बाबु ने मजाकिया अंदाज़ में कहा। 

"मुझे नहीं पता, मैं आजकल बहुत लोगों से मिलता हूँ। कौन हो तुम? ये बताओ वर्ना मैं फ़ोन रख रहा हूँ," शर्मा जी की आवाज़ में झल्लाहट साफ़ झलक रही थी। 

आनंद बाबु मुस्कुराये, और बोले 

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Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Graduation


“Hurry up son, or you’ll be late.” My mother shouted from the kitchen as I gobbled up remaining toast. 

Thanks to the party previous night, I slept way past my bedtime and got up 30 minutes late. I knew I’d have to run like there’s no tomorrow to be in time for my school bus.

My bus stop was deserted as soon as I reached there. I knew that fellow bus mates were either absent, or I missed the bus.

“Arrey teri bus nikal gayi, ja ghar ja.” (Hey your bus has left, go back home.) Said a hawker. Disappointed, I started walking back. There was no way I could have reached school on time which was 18 Kms from my town. Going by a private bus would have required me to walk 3 Kms including a patch of jungle which was once the part of Corbett Park.

“Hey, are you from Army School?” A car stopped next to me and a guy with a smile on his face asked.

“Yup.”

“I just saw your school bus down the road; I guess you’ve missed it. Hop in I’ll give you a ride to the school. I’m also going there only.” He spoke.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah come in.” He said while opening the door.

The guy looked like 26-27 years old, anyway I was busy thanking god for the help, or I would have had missed an important practical that day.

“My name is Avinash Sharma. What’s yours?” He spoke breaking the silence that has crept in since I stepped into his car.

“Abhinav Chandel.”

“Which standard?”

“10th”

“Getting bored, right? Sorry my music player isn’t working. Hey, by the way, I am an ex-student of your school; I studied there for 10 years.” He said as we sped right past the early-morning joggers. As early morning sun is rising higher, making the mercury rise as well. I rolled down the window letting the air embrace my face and ruffle my hair.

“So why are you going to school today?” I asked.

“It’s a long story.” He replied.

“You can tell me if you want, we have 30 minutes until we reach school.” 

He started.

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10 years ago in 1994, I was in 11th standard. I used to be the most disciplined guy in the class, never talked much or bunked classes. It was only because I was scared, I have a strict dad and was always afraid that if anyone from school complained to him, then he’d beat the hell out of me. Everyone in the class made fun of me, including girls. They all said I didn’t have any guts, but I guess anyone with a dad as strict as mine would be like that only.

It was somewhere around Children’s Day that year when we planned to bunk the school, we had a group of eight students. We decided that we would leave by the train which usually arrived during the recess, since the station was just next to the school. We all had planned, and even though everyone was sceptical about my presence, I assured them that I wouldn’t chicken out.

Our seniors also did the same, and they called it the graduating ceremony. It meant we’re finally independent and do whatever our heart says. It was a special moment, since the school used to be pretty strict that time and had two army men at the school gate. Few had the guts to graduate.

“Hey Avi, we’re meeting near the water cooler at 12:30 PM sharp.” One of my classmates whispered. It was the D-Day, and we were busy drawing a map with all the instructions on a paper.

“Hey Avi, you are sure that you’re going to do it?” One of them asked. And even though I was a little nervous, I nodded. I guess we were all nervous.

At 12:15 PM, our recess bell rang. We all had synced our watches, and made sure that we were away from teacher’s eyes. We had already informed our classmates about this, as they made sure to take care of everything in our absence.

At 12:30 PM, we all were near the water cooler. We knew only 5 minutes were left before the train arrived, and the train had only 3 minutes stoppages at the station. There were at max 10 minutes in our hands. After spending last 15 minutes hiding our bags near the fence from where we had to get out, we finally kicked off our plan.

Our classmates had decided to cheer us up as well as update us about the situation from our class window. A major part of the school as well as railway station was available from our class’ window.

“Avi, that’s the point.” One of the fellow graduate-rs said while pointing towards a big gap in the barbed wire that covered the school boundary.

“Avi, there’s still time. Are you sure that you want to come with us?”

“Yes.” I replied determined to prove my worth in front of class students. I looked towards my left side; the train was slowing down as it slowly arrived at the railway station.

We proceeded towards the barbed wire; the coast was clear and one of us went through the hole. That guy collected our bags as I communicated with classmates who were at the window through hand signals. And then suddenly they signaled that guards had spotted us.

“Guards are coming.” I panicked. The train had almost come to a halt.

“Don’t worry; they won’t be able to catch or recognize us. Just run Avi, none of the classmates will tell them who ran away.” One of them said as the other seven guys crawled through the hole.

I don’t know, for some reason, I just remained frozen to my ground until those guards came and caught me. I looked towards the station; other seven guys were standing at the train’s compartment’s door as the train slowly left the station.

“Avinash, I think we need to call you father.” The principal said as they took me to the principal office.
I was trembling with fear. My father knowing about this was the last thing I wanted, and thus, I gave the names of all the other seven guys. In return, the principal never told about this to my father.

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“And then what happened.” I asked, as we drove past the lush green fields, 10 minutes were still left for us to reach the school.

Avinash smiled and continued.

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For next two months I was ridiculed and despised by everyone in the class, as expected. Because of me, those guys were suspended for a week. The news about the incident never reached until my father’s ears, but in return, I had lost all my friends and respect for my classmates. I was being branded as a coward, until January 1995.

It had been two months since the incident, and along with the students, even teachers ridiculed me at times. It was a horrible situation, and I wanted to get out of it, even I wanted to be respected by everyone but most importantly I wanted to earn my own respect. I knew how scared I was of my father, and I hated the situation. Whenever I wanted to do something that required guts, all I remembered was my father’s leather belt, except on that chilly January morning.

“Hey I’ll be leaving by train during the recess, if anyone wants he/she can join me.” I announced in the class, and the response was laughter as well as few abuses. They all knew I wouldn’t be able to do it again and thus no one wanted to tag along with me.

However, I was determined and during the recess I was near the barbed-wire along with my bag.

“Avi” Someone tapped on my shoulder. Two of my classmates who always ridiculed me were standing there with their own bags; they came to accompany me. I looked towards the class window, and everyone was there, cheering me up. Suddenly, we saw the guards came running towards us.

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“Did you chicken out again?” I asked Avinash.

“No this time I didn’t.” He laughed and took the last turn towards the school.

“I still remember; I crossed the barbed wire but not before guards recognized me. They ran after us, but luckily, the train was too fast for them to catch once they arrived at the station. I was standing at the train compartment’s door as my classmates hugged me. There was a smile on my face as I saw some of my classmates clapping through the class window, they were obviously celebrating. I was overjoyed; I had finally graduated and gained everyone’s respect. The air of freedom blew away all my fears as well. That day after getting down at our town railway station, we did one more thing. I saw my first adult movie with my classmates in the theater; we were free. And I wanted to take full advantage of the situation, before my dad came to know about this.” Avinash continued as I gazed at him with open mouth. I was sitting next to a legend.

I remembered hearing about someone in the school who ran away to watch an adult movie, never knew he was the one driving the car.

“And what happened afterwards?”

“Nothing, I was suspended for two weeks and sported the scars from my father’s leather belt for the next two months. However, it was all worth it. Everyone respected me once I came back; they all behaved as if I was their best friend. Teachers still ridiculed me, but this time no one dared to call me a coward.” Avinash answered. His was face was full of joy as if he was narrating something that happened a day before.
“So, that was my story.” He said as we arrived at the front gate of the school.

We got off the car; I saw that I just reached before assembly and ran towards the assembly ground after thanking him. However, as soon as the assembly got over, I remembered that there’s something I had forgotten.

“Hey it’s you again.” Avinash exclaimed as I greeted him outside the principal’s office after the assembly.

“I guess we have forgotten something.” I spoke.

“And what is it?”

“You didn’t tell me the reason why you’re here.”

“Well, principal called me up last night. She wanted to talk to me about my younger brother.” Avinash revealed and continued with a smile on his face.

“He graduated yesterday.”