2.A brief Introduction

ये मेरी कहानी का दूसरा भाग है........
पहले भाग के लिए देखें...
http://pathakkidunia.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-story-1-rainy-day.html.
यह कहानी पूरी तरह काल्पनिक)..........
इस कहानी के सभी पात्र और घटनाएँ सच से परे हैं.
कृपया आंग्ल भाषा मे हुई त्रुटियों के लिए क्षमा करें.

I was back in home with her beauty in my eyes and her thoughts in my heart. I was back to my life with my friends; I was back to 99k.  99k was a 2bhk flat near our college, Which We 4 friends had taken on rent.

I, KARAN, MANU and ABHINAV first met at hostel and became friends, or I’d say gr8 friends.

All of them were better in looks, money, and communication but average than me in studies...Let me introduce all of us ….

I am Ruchit, and this story is of my love.

I come from a normal middle class family, which you can even refer to as a lower-middle class.

My Father is teacher and all I had in inheritance is the values he taught me and the affection he gave me. Their struggle in life made me a little matured for a college going guy, from a small town they sent me to Nagpur to pursue my graduation in Computers. I knew how tough it was for my family to support me, so I used to spend less. Miser was the word my friends used to use for me.

Karan was the undeclared leader of our group….. Was very smart …knew how to maintain relations, to use people.....a bit manipulative types. His father was a rich businessman in Raipur...

Abhinav was another guy….he was just like hippopotamus…lazy and heavy...

His father was an SP…….Superintended Postmaster in Chattarpur…JJ. he was 5 year older than us….so we called him Uncle….he was very nice and very strong...

Manu…….the most kamina... To be polite I would say he was the shrewdest amongst all of us….But the guy was very handsome…..very popular among girls….his face was very innocent...no one could have thought that he was a chain smoker or was an alcoholic. He had a great sense of humor…I was fond of him…..his father was also a businessman in Guna…he was from maheshwari sect and so was prohibited from eating  Non-veg…but the truth was that omlate was his weakness….

Our land –lord, Amit Gupta, a real bania, was a cheap type of a person. He had given strict instruction to us; every first day of month anyhow we have to pay the rent. We use to call him Amit bhaiya.

The flat was very good and in a perfect location…surrounded by nice and elegant families, who had beautiful daughters and wives, and incidentally (or accidentally) Amit bhiaya also had a very young and good-looking wife….Nisha….so we never thought to leave the flat even in our dreams…

Our flat and the flat of Amit bhaiya were not too far so we could see each-other regularly and his wife in particular. She had a very beautiful smile…and in fact to be honest when a good-looking girl (women) sees you and passes you a smile, she becomes world's most beautiful girl for the guy and her smile becomes the most beautiful. I can tell u we had killed millions of our unborn children for her......and u know what I mean by that....we all use to regularly shag thinking about  her...

Nisha knew  we liked her…we felt she is not happy with her marital life(this is what every boy feels for a beautiful married woman)….she came to meet us  several   times......one day I was alone and Nisha came….she was looking very beautiful in light green sari…and ..

I know you want to listen what happened that day……

But this story is not about Nisha or about our lust for her.

This is not about my friends or our friendship. They are just characters of the main story and they all played their part in it, form time to time

I am telling you my love story…

so l am leaving this here to ur imaginations.... J

विस्फोट

 मुंबई ट्रेन धमाके के बाद की फुटेज देखने के बाद रची पंक्तिया...या आप दिल का दर्द कह ले....
बस भगवान से यही प्राथना है की कसाब जैसे दरिंदो को जितना जल्दी हो सके.....मृत्युदंड मिले


एक धमाका ,
  बॉम्ब...
 और ख़तम हो गई दुनिया...
 सचमुच ....
 मैं वन्हि था

 एक बहन की
 जो उतरी थी पानी लेने
 प्लॅटफॉर्म पर
 और सुनी वही आवाज़...
 बॉंम्म्ममममममम
 रोटी हुई ढूँढ रही है भाई को
 जानते हुए भी की
 साबूत ना ही मिल पाए..
 और मिल गया
 हाथ-
 भाई का ही है..
 घड़ी कर रही है अब भी.
 टिक-टिक
 जो बर्थडे पर दी थी उसने..
 भाई  को..

 एक कर रही है इंतजार
 अपने उनके
 ऑफीस से लौटने का
 बेसब्री से
 मिलन का
 लो बॉंम्म्ममम
 और वह तो वॅन्हा पहुचा ही नही....
  लौटेगा कैसे...
  क्या होगा जब
  खबर मिलेगी उसे
  सोंच ता हूँ तो
  बस  याद आने लगती है
 गुप्त जी की पंक्तिया
 "बहू विधि विलाप प्रलाप वह
  करने लगी उस शोक मे
  निज पति वियोग समान दुख
  होता नही इस लोक मे"

 मौत से बहुत डरता था मै ....
 बहुत..
 बहुत ज्यदा....
 क्योंकि बहुत मेहनत से
 मुझ बुढ़ापे की आस को
 पाला था उन्होने...
 बाबूजी माँ...
 सबकी की खुशियाँ मुझमे थी..
 पर देखो मर ही गया मै
 
 देख रो रहा हूँ 
 खड़ा हो
 घर के आँगन मे...
 रोटी माँ को
 बुझे हुए 2 आँखे
 दूर कँहि
 खोए
 टकटकी लगाए पिता को
 जो शायद 
 मुसीबतो की टोह ले रहे है
 जो आने वाली है
 मेरे बाद
 मेरी परिवार
 मेरी पत्नी बचो पर

 अपनी ना सुनी जा सकने वाली
  दूसरी दुनिया की
 आवाज़ मे कह रहा हूँ--
 बाबूजी देखो
 रो रहा हू मै
 आँसू गिर रहे है मेरे
 मै  आपका बेटा
 इस छोटी सी जिंदगी मे
  नही
 बदल पाया कुछ भी
 जो सोंचा था
 बचपन मे
 मां मत रो
 तुझे रोता देख
 मै  मर भी नही पा रहा
 माँ अब भी गूँज रही है
 मेरे कानो मे
 उस विशफोट की
 वो आवाज़ बॉम्ब्ब्ब्ब्ब्बबब

तुम बड़ी ड्रामेबाज हो

इस कविता के समस्त पात्र काल्पनिक एवम् सत्य है......ये कविता निजी नही...
अपितु सभी की जिंदगी मे सामान्यता घटित होने वाली है......

रोकती हो मुझे
हर पल
हर वक़्त
फिर अकेले मे
खुद ही आ कर
गले लग जाती
क्यों?
कोई जवाब नही है ना!
सच मे तुम कितनी बड़ी ड्रामेबाज हो.

कहती हो
की तुमसे प्यार नही करता
तुम्हारी
कोई बात नही सुनता
और जब फिर
चुपचाप
करता हू प्यार
तो छिटक कर भाग जाती हो
कहते हुए---पागल
सच तुम कितनी बड़ी ड्रामेबाज हो.

देखता हू
जब सब के सामने
तुम्हे
तो आँखे तरेर कर
धमकाती हो
और करते ही मेरे
आँखे नीचे
अपनी सहेली को
के साथ
खिलखिलाती हो
जानता हू सबकुछ
दिखाती हो की दीवाना है तुम्हारा
और जब मै कहता हू यही बात
तो कह कर - झूठे
क्यों मुस्कुराती हो
सच मे तुम कितनी बड़ी ड्रामेबाज हो.

देखती  हो कनखियो
से मुझे
फिर आँखो से पास बुलाती
 आने पर
पूछती हो --क्या है
कहो..
जनता हू
क्या सुनना चाहती हो
और जब कहता हू
कानो मे तुम्हारे
वही बात
तो कहती हुई ---धत
शर्मा जाती हो...
सच मे तुम कितनी बड़ी ड्रामेबाज हो.

कहती हो मुझे हर वक़्त
नौटंकी
तो तुम क्या हो..
जो
बिन बात रूठती हो
फिर आप ही मान जाती हो
हंसते-२ रोती हो
रोते-2 हँसती हो
ना-ना करके ही
मेरी बाते
मान जाती हो
बच्चो जैसे
ज़िद करी हो
तो कभी
बडो जैसे समझाती हो
ये बिल्कुल सच है जाना
की तुम बहुत बड़ी ड्रामेबाज हो.

Love story--1. The Rainy Day

I can't forget that day when I saw her for the first time. It seems very filmy but
very true. I had heard about love at first sight a thousand times previously, but I
couldn't believe in it till that day. The day, when I saw her very first time.
I was in my 2nd year of graduation and was taking tuition as a part
time job…I was on my way to take class

It was rainy season, and that was the rainy day which changed my whole life,
those water drops which were painting a whole new picture of life for me.
...
That day was like any ordinary day of monsoon, as far as I can remember it was
august. I was in second year of my graduation and was going to take
tuitions, which was my part time money earner. Though it was not raining heavily
but I was enjoying little drops of water kissing my face.

Everything was too general to realize that this day had something special to
uncover.

I was enjoying the weather, suddenly I realized that somebody had stolen my
attraction, a face which was even more beautiful then the sky over me and more
attractive than rains touching me.

I saw a girl in her late teens, wearing light yellow color salwar suit holding same
color umbrella.

I saw her from a distance....we might have crossed each-other many a
times...but never noticed....that was first time …. When I noticed her....

...she was looking pretty... ….her face was slightly wet…the light wind was
blowing her long hair ,one strand of hair was flirting with her cheeks by falling
over it …she was very fare… heighted at approximate 5.5 ….. She looked like
an angel out of a fairy-tale story …..Just like my dream girl

There were very few people on road...I was staring at her...seeing such beauty
somehow I had lost my sense...I had no idea, where was I going, what was I
doing...totally senseless...still walking towards her.

Suddenly a loud horn of bike, brought me on earth...and I found my self very
near to her…staring at her face…with same concentration
She looked at me n smiled ....I felt my heart came to my mouth and I just lost it...I
was in a situation where I didn’t know what to do ...and within few seconds we
had crossed each-other
I was happy, very happy...Because first time in my whole life I saw such a
beautiful girl...and more so because she gave me a smile...
After a 4-5 step I took 180 degree turn with a hope in my heart that she would
also turn and look at me one more time...I was very sure, she won’t, but praying
for it.

I was counting her steps...1, 2, 3...4, 5, 6....20, 21, 22...41, 42
As the count was increasing my heart was going down...I was losing my hope,

but still counting. And
When I reached on 80...suddenly she turned...oh god! She was looking for me
great! She turned back to see me......
We were seeing each-other. She was in shock, she had no idea I was waiting for
her move...
And I had gone mad......Passed a smile to her...she was expressionless and
suddenly she turned...And moved... I was so happy...nobody was there to see
one of greatest romantic moment of my life…even can't explain my feeling in
words...you can only feel this when same happens in your life..

प्रणाम

 मैथली शरण गुप्त जी पंक्तियो से अपने ब्लाग का पहला पोस्ट लिखता हूँ
"लोक रक्षा कए लिए अवतार था जिसने लिया,
निर्विवाद निरीह हो नर सरदिश कौतुक किया
राम नाम ललाम जिसका सर्वमंगल धाम है
प्रथम उस सर्वेश को श्रदधा सहित प्रणाम है"