“koun?” parde ke pichhe se kadak aawaj aayi…
“aap kahan yaad rakhenge hamein.. Hamein hi aakar baar baar aapko shakal dikhani padti hai…” kahkar vicky hansne laga….
“Oh vicky bhai.. Kaise ho?” khisiyaye huye se Vijender ne andar aakar baithte huye kaha..,” Sunti ho? Kuchh thande vande ka intjaam karo..”
“itni meharbani ka shukriya.. Wo sec 4 wala Multiplex aap kab bikwa rahe hain.. Hamein jald se jald kabja chahiye.. Jhakas jagah hai!” Vicky ne khidki se bahar jhankte huye kaha..
“itna aasan nahi hai bhai… Murari ki bhi pahunch upar tak hai.. Ab agar sarkar nahi badli toh mere galey mein fansi latak jayegi.. Par mein dekh raha hoon…” vijender ne lumbi saans chhodi…..
“Murari ki maa ka… Sala uske baap ka maal hai kya..?Toh pahle mujhe uski maa behan karni padegi pahle.. Ye bol na…. Saaley ki….” tabhi achanak vicky chup hokar drawing room mein achanak ghus aaye jalwe ko niharne laga…
“papa! Mujhe sweta ke ghar notes lene jana hai.. Jaaun kya..?” Riya ne vicky par dhayn nahi diya…
“Kitni baar kaha hai ki ye len den school mein hi kiya karo.. Chalo! Kahin jane ki jarurat nahi hai..” Vijender ne pasine ke roop mein mathhe par chhalak aaya apna gussa ponchha… Riya saham kar andar chali gayi….
“ye… Tumhari beti hai khanna?” Vicky na chahkar bhi uss haseen kali ke baare mein poochh hi baitha..
“yaar.. Kitni baar kaha hai ki inn kaamon ke liye office mein hi aa jaya karo.. Ghar mein aise baat karna achchha nahi lagta..”
“kounsa office.. Thhana?”
“haan!”
“par aap wahan milte hi nahi toh kya karein.. Mujhe bhi jawaan betiyon wale gharon mein jana waise achchha nahi lagta..” Vicky ne apne honton par jeebh feri…
“khair chhodo.. Lala 10 karod maang raha hai.. Kahta hai.. Isse kam par baat hi nahi karega…” vijender ne baat palat’te huye kaha..
“aur main usko 8 karod se jyada nahi doonga..”
“par murari 10 dene ko taiyaar hai…”
” Pahle kahe deta hoon.. Kho doonga murari ko.. Iss duniya se.. Baad mein mat kahna bataya nahi tha.. Aur body bhi yahin daal kar jaaunga.. Tere ghar ke saamne! Chalta hoon.. Jai ho!” kahkar Vicky ghar se bahar khadi safari mein ja baitha..
“yaar.. Tum politicians ka main kya karoon.. Wo kahta hai tumhe tapka dega aur tum kahte ho….” Vijender apni baat poori nahi kar paya.. Gadi ka sheesha upar chadha aur vijender pichhe hat gaya.. Gadi sadak kinare ki dhool udati huyi wahan se gayab ho gayi…..
“Yaar.. Thhanedar ki beti ne khada kar diya.. Koyi taaja maal hai kya…?” Vicky ne jaane kisko fone milya….
“kal tak khada rakh sako toh ho jayega vicky.. Aaj koyi chance nahi hai.. Nayi ka.. Kaho toh…….” saamne wale ki baat ko vicky ne beech mein hi kaat diya…
“Murari ki bhi ek beti hai na….”
“tu pagal toh nahi ho gaya hai vicky… Kya bak raha hai? Business alag cheese hai.. Masti alag!”
“arey business ko maro goli.. Sala mujhe tapkane ki kah raha hai.. Tu jaldi uska data bata…” Vicky ke chehre par muskaan aa gayi…
“maan ja vicky.. Ulajh jayenge.. Mantri bhi sath nahi dega..”
“jo sath nahi dega uski maa ki choot.. Tu jaldi bata.. Nahi toh..”
“thheek hai bhai.. Par main ab iss maamle mein nahi hoon.. Yaad rakhna.. Aur ye bhi ki sarkaar aajkal usi ki hai… Likh!”
“Pen nahi hai bhosdi ke.. Msg kar de.. Aur sun.. Tune pakka soch liya hai na tu maamle mein nahi hai…”
“yaar! Tu samajhta nahi hai.. Panga ho jayega.. Agar usko jara bhi bhanak lag gayi toh wo iska bhi rajnitik fayda uthane ki sochega.. Fir media hamein bakshegi nahi.. Career choupat ho jayega bhai… Maan ja..”
“tu aisa kar.. Uski ladki ki history msg kar aur mera resignation letter.. Type karwa ke rakh…” kahkar vicky ne fone kaat diya…
“Hello!”
“Ji Murari ji hain?”
“Tu koun bey?”
“Namastey Murari Ji.. Main city thana incharge Vijender bol raha hoon..” Vijender ki aawaj ghighiyayi huyi thi…
“Haan… Khanna! Teri baksheesh mili nahi kya…” Murari ne lahja naram kiya..
“wo baat nahi hai bhai sahab…. Wwo.. Vicky aaya tha.. Kafi bukbuk karke gaya hai.. Kah raha tha..” vijender ki baat adhoori hi rah gayi…
“Uss saley ka naam mere saamne mat le.. Agar Uss taraf najar utha kar bhi dekha toh mar dunga saley ko.. Samjha chuka hoon.. Agar wo aise hi dhamki giri karta raha toh jaan se jayega.. Main elections ki wajah se chup hoon.. Warna uski.. Mein thhukwa deta.. Samjha usko.. Kal ka lounda hai.. Jyada garmi dikhaYega toh mahnga padega..”