Sote hue bete ka maa ne lund pakda

Doston, main aapka dost Sam ek baar phir haazir hoon. Aaj jo baat sunane ja raha hoon, woh koi gadhi hui kahani nahi hai. Yeh mere ek dost aur office ke sahkarmi Sandeep ke ghar ki hai.

Sandeep ka khandaan Uttar Pradesh ke ek bahut chhote se shehar se aata hai, lekin yeh ghatna Bombay mein ghatiti. Aage ki baat Sandeep apni zubaani kahega.

Pyare doston, mera naam Sandeep hai. Jo kuch main batane ja raha hoon, woh March 2001 ki baat hai. Mere SYBCom ke final exam khatm ho chuke the aur poora ghar result ke intezaar mein tha.

Usse pehle apna parivar samajh lena zaroori hai, warna aage ki raatein adhoori lagenge.

Pitaji ka naam Amardeep hai, umar chauwan. Maa Sheena, chhattis saal ki. Bade bhaiya Kuldeep ikkis ke hain. Aur do judwa behnein hain – Shreya aur Shruti, dono bees ki.

Bhaiya bachpan se hi padhai se bhaagte rahe. Kitaab unke haath mein tikti hi nahi thi. Pitaji akele unhe shehar mein baithakar naukri ya college mein ghasitte to baat banti nahi. Tab Tauji saath aaye.

Tauji ke ghar teen betiyan hain, koi beta nahi. Woh apni zameen kisi damad ke naam nahi jane dena chahte the. Isliye pitaji aur tauji ne milkar bhaiya ki shaadi gaon mein tay kar di aur unhe kheton par bitha diya.

Bhabhi Sneha un dinon unnees ki thin. Dono ab usi purani zameen par kheti karte hain.

Hamare khandaan mein zameen bechne ka riwaaj kabhi raha hi nahi. Badon ne hamesha yahi kaha ki khet hamari jad hain, inhe bazaar mein nahi utara jata. Isliye bhaiya gaon mein tike, aur hum Bombay mein.

Shruti aur Shreya dono bahut khoobsurat hain, gadrae badan ki maalkin. Graduation khatm kar chuki hain, naukri dhoondh rahi hain. Shruti thodi sharmili hai. Shreya khule vicharon wali hai. Ghar mein woh aksar short skirt aur hot pants pehenkar ghoomti hai.

Kabhi-kabhi dono ek jaisa top aur skirt pehen leti hain, tab pehchanna mushkil ho jata hai kaun Shruti hai aur kaun Shreya.

Maa tak kabhi-kabhi confuse ho jati hain. Dono ke kamron se raat ko kabhi-kabhi dabi hansi aur fusfusahat aati hai. Us samay main samajhta tha behnein baatein kar rahi hain. Baad mein pata chala ki maa aur betiyon ke beech kapdon se zyada cheezein saajha thin.

Pitaji Bombay Port Trust mein badi post par hain. Umar chauwan hai, lekin bahut chhoti umar se sharab ki lat lag gayi. Hamesha desi hi peete hain. Unka kehna hai desi mein jo baat hai woh videshi mein nahi.

Usi ki wajah se shareer kaafi kamzor ho gaya hai. Roz subah saat baje daftar jate hain, sham saat baje lautte hain.

Maa Lucknow University se first class graduate hain, ghar sambhalti hain. Kabhi-kabhi saheliyon ke saath party karti hain, kabhi raat bhar ka program bhi ho jata hai. Dikhne mein sadharan lagti hain, lekin jab western pehenti hain to Shreya-Shruti se bhi aage nikal jati hain.

Branded kapdon ka shauk hai. Shruti aur Shreya ke undergarment bhi wahi branded kharidti hain. Rang ekdum gora hai. Boobs chhattis, kamar battees, gaand adtees. Teen bachchon ko doodh pilane ke baad bhi stan latakte nahi, tane rehte hain. Ghar mein dupatta maine maa ko kabhi nahi pehnate dekha.

Main unnees saal ka hoon. Paanch foot gyaarah inch. Body building ka shauk hai, roz gym jata hoon. Graduation ke saath computer software bhi seekh raha hoon.

Hamara ghar Bombay ke suburb mein hai. Pitaji ne do flat milakar ek bada makan bana diya. Teen bedroom, ek vishal hall, ek kitchen. Ek bada kamra maa-pitaji ka hai, ek bada kamra dono didiyon ka, ek chhota kamra mera.

Mere aur didiyon ke kamre ka bathroom common hai. Us bathroom ke do darwaze hain – ek mere kamre se khulta hai, ek unke kamre se. Ghar mein auratein prayah one-piece ya top-skirt mein rehti hain.

Main aur pitaji zyadatar lungi ya shorts aur T-shirt mein.

Ek Ravivar raat dinner par table par sab the. Pitaji ke saamne desi ka aadha glass tha, maa sabzi paros rahi thin, dono didi ek jaisi halki dress mein baithi thin.

Maa ne paroste-paroste kaha:

Maa:
“Kal subah sadhe paanch baje pitaji ko Dadar se Chennai ki train pakadni hai.”

Maine plate se sar uthaya:

Main:
“Theek hai maa, mujhe sadhe char baje jaga dena. Main chhod aaoonga. Is baar kitne dinon ke liye ja rahe hain?”

Pitaji ne glass rakha:

Papa:
“Is baar das se barah din rukna padega. Wahan meeting ka silsila lamba khinch gaya hai.”

Maa ka chehra utar gaya. Unhone chammach dheere se thali ke kinare rakha:

Maa:
“Aap wahan rahoge to sabzi aur ghar ka saman kaun laakar dega? Bazaar ke bhaav bhi aap hi tay karte ho. Ladkiyan to shopping ke alawa kuch lati nahi.”

Shreya ne mazak mein kaha:

Shreya:
“Maa, hum layenge na.”

Shruti muskurakar reh gayi. Maa ne un dono ko nazron-nazar jawab diya, phir pitaji ki taraf dekhi.

Pitaji ne meri taraf thodi ghumaayi:

Papa:
“Apna Sandeep hai na. Ab jawan ho gaya hai. Market mein sabse mila diya hai. Yeh meri har zimmedari poori kar sakta hai. Doodh wala, sabzi wala, kirana – sab ise pehchante hain.”

Maa ne mujhe aankh dikhayi, magar awaaz mein mazak ke neeche thakaan bhi thi:

Maa:
“Subah jaldi uthna hai to raat mein jaldi so jana. Nahi to mujhe hi tujhe maar-maarkar uthana padega. Har baar ghadi ke saamne khadi rehti hoon.”

Main:
“Haan baba, uth jaunga. Sirf ek baar pukarna.”

Maa:
“Haan-haan, pata hai tujhe uthane ke liye kitne jatan karne padte hain. Darwaza khatkhatão to kambal odh leta hai. Haath pakdo to karwat badal leta hai.”

Pitaji halkese hanse aur glass khatm kiya.

Khana utte-utte maa ne didiyon se kaha ki subah der tak so sakti hain, train ka shor unke hisse ka nahi. Main apne kamre ki taraf badha to peeche se maa ki nazar ek pal meri peeth par tiki rahi. Tab maine use kuch nahi samjha.

Raat ko neend jaldi nahi aayi. Lungi pehenkar laptop khola aur phir wahi XXX film chala di jo pichhle hafte adhoori chhodi thi. Screen par aurat ke muh se nikli aahon ke saath ghar bhi poori tarah shant nahi tha.

Deewar ke us paar didiyon ke kamre se dabi hansi aayi, phir kuch rukkar ek lambi saans. Maine volume badha diya. Sapne aur film ek ho gaye. Lungi khisak gayi. Land ekdum seedha khada ho gaya, nasen ubhar aayin.

Aankh lagte-lagte bhi wahi scene ghoomte rahe – khule boobs, geeli chut, kisi ke haath ki pakad.

Subah char baj rahe the. Maa pehle dabe swar mein pukar rahi thin:

Maa:
“Sandeep… Sandeep beta.”

Main uthne hi wala tha ki mere kamre ka darwaza dheere se khula aur maa andar aa gayiin. Maine mathe par haath rakh liya, taaki lage main abhi bhi soya hoon.

Maa ki nazar mere khade land par padi, jo lungi se bahar nikla hua tha. Woh ekdum ruk gayiin. Ek kadam peeche liya, phir aage. Peeche mudkar darwaza band kar diya, kundi tak haath gaya aur ruk gaya.

Main chupchaap pada raha. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, lekin saans soye hue insan jaisi rakhi.

Maa kuch der khadi rahiin. Saans badal gayi. Kamre ki feeki roshni mein unke hont khule.

Unhone apna haath nighty ke upar se apni chut par rakha aur dheere-dheere masalne lagiin. Jeebh honton par phirne lagi. Us chehre par wahi bhookh thi jo maine kabhi-kabhi didiyon ke kamre se aati dabi aahon mein suni thi.

Us raat maine socha tha koi sapna hoga. Aaj woh sach mere bistar ke paas khadi thi.

Baad ke dinon mein Asha ne jo baatein kholkar batayin – maa aur betiyon ka khulpan, raaton ko ek-doosre ke kamre mein jana, kheere-gajar se aage ki cheezein – uski pehli jhalak usi char baje ki khamoshi mein mil gayi thi.

Us waqt main sirf itna samajh paya ki maa dari hui nahi hain. Woh bhookhi hain.

Paanch-chhah minute tak maa sirf dekhti rahiin. Land ki nas phadakti rahi. Unhone ek baar darwaze ki taraf dekha, phir bistar ke paas aayiin.

Awaaz itni dheemi thi ki kamre se bahar na jaye:

Maa:
“Sandeep… Sandeep…”

Koi jawab nahi mila to unhone samjha main soya hoon.

Bayan haath mere land par rakha. Hatheli garam thi.

Unhone use pakda, taula, phir aage-peeche chalane lagiin. Supade par angutha ghumaya, neeche tak ungli feri, phir wapas sir par aakar dheere se nichoda. Maine shareer na hilaya. Daant beench rakhe. Poora maza le raha tha.

Maa ki pakad pehle darti hui thi, phir tez ho gayi jaise salon ki pyaas ek hi subah utarni ho.

Maa ke muh se fusfusahat nikli:

Maa:
“Itna mota… itna garam… yeh ladka kab itna bada ho gaya. Tere pitaji ka to iska aadha bhi na raha hoga…”

Hatheli geeli ho gayi. Raftaar badhi. Meri kamar khud-b-khud hili.

Maa samajh gayiin ab niklega. Mutthi kas li, doosri baar sir par angutha ghumaya. Ek zordar pichkari chhooti. Veerya unke haath par, lungi par, pet tak fail gaya. Kuch boondein unki kalai se nighty par gire.

Maa ne haath jhatke se hataya. Ungliyon ke beech safed taar latak rahe the. Ek pal unhone un ungliyon ko dekha, jaise pehchan rahi hon ki yeh kiska hai. Saans abhi bhi tez thi.

Phir chupchaap kamre se nikal gayiin. Bahar jakar darwaza dheere se band kiya.

Do minute baad awaaz samanya kar li, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Maa:
“Sunny, uth. Station jana hai pitaji ko chhodne ke liye.”

Maine wahi natak rakha:

Main:
“Haan maa, uthta hoon. Das minute do.”

Naha-dhokar hall mein aaya. Land abhi poori tarah shant nahi hua tha, isliye T-shirt bahar nikali rahi. Maa kitchen mein nashta bana rahi thin, wahi nighty pehne. Pitaji nahi dikhe.

Main:
“Pitaji kahan hain?”

Maa ne kadahi se nazar nahi hatayi:

Maa:
“Shower le rahe hain. Das-pandrah minute mein taiyar ho jayenge. Tu unka bag bedroom se lekar darwaze ke paas rakh de.”

Kitchen tang tha. Fridge aur gas ke beech se nikalna hi padta tha. Main maa ke peeche se nikla to jaan-boojhkar haath unki gaand par ferta hua gaya.

Nighty patli thi. Golai saaf mehsoos hui. Maa ne sparsh pehchana. Mudi nahi. Bas ek halki smile di, jaise subah ka hisaab abhi baaki ho. Maine bhi wahi nati smile lautayi.

Pitaji ke kamre mein gaya. Bathroom se paani ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Maine bag uthaya.

Laute samay land phir khada tha – subah ka ras nikla tha, phir bhi shareer nahi mana. Kitchen ke muh par ek pal ruka aur land maa ki gaand par dabaya. Kapde ke upar se bhi garmi pahunchi.

Maa ne gaand peeche ki, dabav lautaya. Mera baayan haath unki kamar par chala gaya, unhe aur sataya.

Dono us do minute mein sab bhool chuke the – baap das kadam door naha raha tha, train ki ghadi chal rahi thi, didiyan doosre kamre mein soi thin.

Tabhi pitaji ki awaaz aayi:

Papa:
“Sheena, mere kapde kahan hain?”

Hum dono ek saath hosh mein aaye. Maa ka shareer akada, phir woh bedroom ki taraf chal diin. Main bag darwaze ke paas rakhkar saans thandi karne laga. Lungi ka tambu chhipane ki jagah nahi thi, isliye hall ki khidki ki taraf muh kar liya.

Nashta chupchaap hua. Pitaji ne akhbar dekha, maa ne chai dhali, maine toast kata. Mez ke neeche maa ka ghutna ek baar mere ghutne se chhua aur hat gaya. Koi bola nahi. Station pahunche. Pitaji dibbe mein chadhe, khidki se haath hilaya. Train gayi.

Wapas bike par hawa chehre se takra rahi thi, lekin dimag mein ek hi tasveer ghoom rahi thi. Maa ka haath. Ungliyon ke beech latka veerya. Woh fusfusahat – itna mota, itna garam.

Kitchen mein gaand ka dabav. Maine clutch se zyada zor handle par lagaya. Land phir tan gaya. Ghar tak ka rasta pehle kabhi itna lamba nahi laga.

Ghar aaya to didiyan jaag chuki thin. Shruti baal sanwaar rahi thin, Shreya hall mein paani pee rahi thin. Dono ne dekha, kuch poocha nahi. Main apne kamre mein gaya aur awaaz lagayi:

Main:
“Maa, ek coffee chahiye.”

Thodi der mein maa aayiin. Nighty badal chuki thin. Deep neck ka kameez aur salwar. Kameez jhukte hi dono stan saaf jhool gaye, gehri rekha tak dikhi. Unhone pyala table par rakha, ek pal jhuki rahiin jaise tashtari sambhal rahi hon.

Mera haath land par chala gaya, kapde ke upar se sehlane laga. Maa ki nazar gayi. Unhone dekha ki meri nigah kahan atki hai, aur mera haath kya kar raha hai. Kuch nahi kaha.

Thodi si muskaan di – wahi muskaan jo subah kitchen mein thi – aur kamre se nikal gayiin.

Coffee peekar main doston ke paas chala gaya. Din bhar baatein huiin, sadkein chaliin, chai pee gayi. Shareer par maa ke haath ki garmahat nahi utri. Dost jab cigarette ki baat karte, main maa ki fusfusahat sunta rehta.

Sham ko gym se lauta to ghar khali laga. Joote utare, tabhi kitchen se bartan ki awaaz aayi. Dono didi shopping gayi thin. Sirf maa thin.

Darwaze ke frame se dekha – wahi subah wali patli dress, gas ke saamne khadi, baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Main ek pal khada raha. Phir bathroom ki taraf badha, jaise nahana hi maksad ho.

Paani girne laga. Yaad aayi subah ki pichkari, kitchen mein gaand par daba land, coffee dete waqt jhuke boobs, maa ki us ek pankti mein pitaji ka zikr. Land phir khada ho gaya. Haath chalne laga. Aankhein band thin.

Muh se nikal pada:

Main:
“Sheena, tumhare boobs kitne sundar hain… gaand bhi kitni sundar hai… aaj ise faad dena chahta hoon.”

Usi waqt bathroom ka doosra darwaza khula.

Saamne Shruti didi khadi thin. Aur main poora nanga tha!

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