The Fight

ये मेरी कहानी का तीसरा भाग है........
दूसरे भाग के लिए देखें...

http://pathakkidunia.blogspot.com/2010/12/2a-brief-introduction.html

Once all of us went to our respective native place for Diwali vacation …it was a long vacation...

Karan was the first among us to return from home…he called us and gave a bad news about order to vacant the flat immediately by Amit ….exactly I don’t know what the matter was, Karan was saying   its due to delay in rent…..but I couldn’t believe that this was the reason for which Amit would have asked us vacant the flat….somehow my hear felt that the reason was Nisha…had Karan caught? Anyone from our neighbor told any thing about us? but I was not sure ,these were just  guesses….but the truth was we had to leave the flat….the 99k…where we enjoyed the best moment of 3^rd and 4^th semester…..

Karan  said that  he was searching flat in same locality…trying to find a good flat in same area….he was taking help of our juniors....For  especially students ,its very difficult to find a good flat in a good locality in Indore...but it was our good luck again and he found a flat  in same row where our juniors were living.......Karan shifted there with all bags and baggage....I reached there in morning of 14 nov.....Karan was there to welcome me...After seeing the flat I was quite disappointed...there were not a single facility like 99K....

We have to pull water form an underground tank like well...the room were small  even the toilet was also not good.....so I can say it was a very average flat as compared to the 99K....

One of our junior Rampal was sleeping on bed....he was in 1st year....from Satna...son of a farmer...In MP it is popular a saying “3 akshar ka Satna, sonch samjh kar fasna     "

Hearing Noise of Auto, he opened his eyes and to saw me...wished me good-morning and slept again....I took bath and then put water on gas to make tea...and turn on the radio....93.4 FM radio mirchi(which is hot as they said ---Radio Mirchi 93.4 FM….its hot)…that day its proved.......one of the chartbuster of that time  started  playing in full volume in hot radio mirchi...... While enjoying the song I came out to call Karan to brought  breakfast.......suddenly a guy from neighboring flat, came inside our flat , without  asking  any permission he turned off the radio... and then gave me an angry look...... Karan asked me why I turned off the radio.....I pointed to him that it was this unknown...He asked what happened...I said, "I think it’s a noise problem"....I didn't know what happened to that person, after listening to  my words.....he started shouting n abusing....

I was aghast...didn't know what to do.....within 5 minutes there where approximate 20-30 people of my poll ,all of them  were screaming and shouting......due to all this chaos poor Rampal woke up...

One of the guys abused and pushed me; seeing this Rampal landed a punch on that guy’s face.....his face was full of blood..... On seeing their guy beaten by a student, the mob attacked us all      .....we were 7 guys--me and Karan with 5 juniors, they had come to our rescue after hearing noise.....and 25-30 people were on the opposite side.... the air was polluted with abuses of mother-sister and other slangs......each of us was taking on 2-4 guys from opposition .....our flat became a mini-krukshetra and either we were beating someone from the other gang or getting beaten by someone from them......

Because we were students so were not too worried of any police complaint. We were too young and charged up to think about all that…. but the opposition were grown-ups from well settled families with a reputation to protect, but obviously we also didn't want to get into any police case.....So soon the fight stopped....As I told I was little bit mature than other guys. So I took the first step...and said sorry to all and promised for no louder music in near future which is what they wanted to listen...and after a big drama they returned to their home....

न मै दीवाना कहती हूँ

किसी अनजान होनहार और कुमार विश्वास जी के अद्भुत प्रश्नशक के द्वारा रची हुई
सुंदर कृति .......


न मै दीवाना कहती हूँ न तो पागल समझती हूँ
तेरी यादो को इन पैरों की अब पायल समझती हूँ
हमारे दिल की दूरी घट नहीं सकती कभी क्यूंकि
न तुम मुझको समझते हो न मै तुमको समझती हूँ

मोहब्बत एक धोका है मोहब्बत एक फ़साना है
मोहब्बत सिर्फ ज़ज्बातों का झूठा कारखाना है
बहुत रोई हैं ये आँखें मोहब्बत की कहानी पर
तभी तो जानती हैं कौन अपना और बेगाना है

समय की मार ने आँखों के सब मंजर बदल डाले
ग़म-ऐ-जज़्बात ने यादो के सारे घर बदल डाले
मै अपने सात जन्मो में अभी तक ये नहीं समझी
न जाने क्यूँ भला तुमने भी अपने स्वर बदल डाले

ये सच है की मेरी उल्फत जुदाई सह नहीं पायी
मगर महफ़िल में सबके सामने कुछ कह नहीं पाई
मेरी आँखों के साहिल में समुन्दर इस कदर डूबा
बहुत ऊंची उठीं लहरें पर बाहर बह नहीं पाई

एक ऐसी पीर है दिल में जो जाहिर कर नहीं सकती
कोई बूटी मेरे दिल के जखम अब भर नहीं सकती
मेरी हालत तो उस माँ की प्रसव-पीड़ा से बदतर है
जो पीड़ा से तो व्याकुल है मगर कुछ कर नहीं सकती

बहोत अरमान आँखों में कभी हमने सजाये थे
तेरी यादो के बन्दनवार इस दर पर लगाये थे
तुम्हारा नाम ले लेकर वो अब भी हम पे हस्ते है
तुम्हारे वास्ते जो गीत हमने गुनगुनाये थे !!

तुम्हारे साथ हूँ फिर भी अकेली हूँ ये लगता है
मै अब वीरान रातों की सहेली हूँ ये लगता है
न जाने मेरे जज्बातों की पीड़ा कौन समझेगा
मैं जग में एक अनसुलझी पहेली हूँ ये लगता है

इस दीवानेपन में हमने धरती अम्बर छोड़ दिया
उनकी पग रज की चाहत में घर आँगन छोड़ दिया
कुछ कुछ जैसे मीरा ने त्यागा अपना धन वैभव
कान्हा की खातिर ज्यूँ राधा ने वृन्दावन छोड़ दिया

ये दिल रोया पर आंसू आँख से बहार नहीं निकले
हमारे दिल से तेरी याद के नश्तर नहीं निकले
तुम्हारी चाहतो ने इस कदर बदनाम कर डाला
किसी के हो सके हम इतने खुशकिस्मत नहीं निकले

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"