Dusri manjil pe H-3/25 number ka ek 1 BHK flat, bahar ek door bail lagi thi, usko dabane se pahale socha shayad darwaja khula ho, aur waisa hi hua. Darwaja khola to Farsh aur deewar ke rango ke alawa baki sab wahi purane ghar jaisa tha, chize, rakhrakhav, kushbu sab kuchh. Sirf makan badala tha ghar wahi 8 saal purana. Niche bichhe hue bistar ke pas hi 4 glass pade the, 3 khali aur ek jisme jarasi sharab bachi hui thi, usike pas Whisky ki ek khali botal aur ash tray cigret ke filters se bhara pada tha, tajub, abhi tak usme cancer ka koi symptom nahi dikhai de raha tha. Wo glass, jisme jarasi sharab bachi thi use dekhkar yahi lag raha tha ki raat shayad nasha sharab par havi raha. Bistar pe pade chadar ki silvato ne kisi adhuri nazm ka akar le rakha tha. Kapde bistar ke pas thake mande pade the shayad kal ki party ka nasha abhi tak unparse nahi utara tha. Ye tamam halato ka jayaja karne ke bad mere jahan me kuchh der ko ye khayal aaya ki ab bhi is ghar me hosh me rahne ki koi pabandi nahi hai, bura laga ya jalan hui pata nahi par tajub nahi hua ye kah sakta hu. Sach kahu to is ghar me dakhil hote hi yu laga jaise time machine hai aur muze 8 saal pahale ki zindagi se mukhatib karwaya ja raha hai. Kuchh der ke bad achanak ek jani pahchanisi par bhuli hui khushbu ne muze ek soch me dubo diya, fir achanak yad aaya BONG, jo is sham ki khamoshi ko aur jyada dilkash bana rahi thi. Agar dekha jaye to kuchh bhi nahi badla tha, ya yu kaho ki mere liye kuchh bhi naya nahi tha, sari chize, rakhrakhav, kushbu sab kuchh wahi waisa hi.
'Nuktaa' ne apni zindagi ko ab bhi apne giraft me rakha tha, achcha ya bura iske bare me sochane ka man aaj bhi nahi tha mera, 'Nuktaa' ki yahi ada thi 8 saal pahale bhi aur insha allah aaj bhi jyon ki tyon. Mai kuchh kho gaya tha us kamare ki chizo aur mahol me, us kamare se Ta'aaruf me itna dub gaya tha ki 'Nuktaa' ko awaz dena bhi yaad nahi raha, 8 saal pahale ki zindagi se mukhatib hone ki isase behatar jagah waise muze taumr kahi nahi milti.
'Nuktaa' ko dekhne andar ke kamar me jane se pahale hi nazar uthayi to dekha, Wahi chize, rakhrakhav sab kuchh waisa hi. Wahi chasme ki frame, Barmuda aur halke lal rang ki T shirt jispar Om ka symbol bana hua tha. Dekhte hi achanak mere jahan me khayal aya, kal ki raat Bhagwan bhi shayad nashe me honge aur man hi man has diya. Uske hath me ek cigret thi shayad 'Mild' wahi purana brand, muze dekha aur uske chehare ke sust tasur achanak samandar ke tufan ke tarah ufan pade, Mai bhi apne ahsas ko chehare pe aane se nahi rok paya. Kuchh der ek dusre ko dekhate rahe, shayad kya kya badala hai ya kya nahi badala ye dhudane ki koshish ki. 'Nuktaa' to ab bhi vahi tha madmast fakir jo wo khudko kariban pichhale 10 salo se bulata hai, mere me usko shayad kafi badlav nazar aaye honge waise bhi uski nazare muzse kahi jyada tajurbekar thi aur aaj bhi hogi iska blind faith na jane kyo muze aaj bhi tha.
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4 comments:
It's very descriptive, full of emotions and feelings-The Best of yours. After reading, I couldn't stop myself from crying as it creates a scene where NUKTAA is all alone. Rather I would say those who know him, will feel the same and those who don't know him will also feel as if they know THE MADMAST FAKIR -'Nuktaa' from long.
Ab tak to Nuktaa character samajh aya lekin vo itne vaktse aisa kyon hai aur age uska kya hua ye jarur janna hai.
Nice Story creation!
sab kuch saja sanwara tha shuru se end tak... "nuktaa" ki zindagi ke ander ka thoda sa hissa jaan kar achha laga :)
Hey Suma, tune ek bar badhkar, mere blog ki kimat badhadi!!! :)
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