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Aam Tor Par Maintenance

Hey friends! Is nayi Series ki kahani mein aap sabka khushaamdeed. Is story ka name hai – “Aam Tor Par Maintenance” Ye Horror Story hai. Agar aapko Horror Kahaniya, Moral Stories ya Bedtime Stories padhne ka shauk hai, toh is kahani ko poora zaroor padhein.

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Main us ke jism ki kon kon si baatein dekh raha hoon. Woh mojud hain, aur aasaani se zahir hain. Lekin usko inka ehsaas nahi hota. Woh apna sar modta hai, aur main usse dekhte waqt jaldi se nazrein jhuka leta hoon, usse pehle ke woh mujhe dekhe.

Bas par sawar hona hamesha mushkil hota hai. Lekin jab mere gaari mending mein hoti hai, toh yehi tareeqa hai ghumne ka. Yeh asal bus bhi toh nahi hai, balkay ek bari family van hai. Yeh aaram seeti aur sasti hai, lekin yeh bhi tumhe in logon ke qareeb lekar jati hai. Jitna bhi koshish karun, main nazar nahi hata sakta. Yeh sab toh bas sab itna wazeh hai, lekin kisi ko nazar nahi aata. Ya agar unko nazar aata hai, toh woh kisi ko nahi batatay. Yeh aisa lagta hai jaise sab hum ek bara dhong khel rahe hain.

Main sochta hoon agar yeh sab kuch bigad jaye toh kya hoga.

Main apne dimagh se yeh khayal nikalta hoon, aur khirki ki taraf dekhta hoon, manzar par tawajjo detay hue. Hamare bus stop ke nazdeek pohnchte hain, aur main utar jata hoon.

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Jab aapki neend ka cycle disturb hota hai, chahe thora sa hi kyun na ho, chezein ajeeb hojati hain.

Yeh choti si baat se shuru hoti hai. Aap letargic hojate hain. Thora sa hilte hain. Khayalat aur ehsasaat behuda sa lagte hain.

Kuch serious nahi. Kuch aisi chezein hain jo aap ek dawa aur caffeine ke saath theek kar sakte hain.

Lekin masla bigad sakta hai. Aur jab yeh bigadta hai, toh koi bhi coffee ya dawa ka asar nahi karta.

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Bees ghante tak neend ke bina, wohi hai jaise aap behosh ho gaye hon. Aapke motor skills gayab hojate hain. Har lamha daurta hua, ek aik ghante mein behkar lagta hai. Kuch bhi waisa nahi lagta jaisa hai. Kisi khayal ko pakadna woh hai jaise jab aap ek darya mein ghar jhapatay hue ek ped ki jadh pakarte hain.

Assi ghante tak neend ke bina, aap khare nahi reh sakte. Bina barabar ke madad ke. Gaari chalana, ya kuch aur karne se behtar hai kehne ka nahi hota. Kuch log is dauran tasawwur karne lagte hain. Exhaustion iss waqt sab ko le leti hai. Woh chal rahe hain, aur phir gir jate hain. Bejaan, aur khushi khushi so rahe hote hain.

Teen sau ghante tak kam az kam kuch ghanton ki neend ke bina, aap ko maut bhi aa sakti hai. Aap kahin bhi nahi ja sakte, ya kuch bhi nahi kar sakte. Kyunki aap soch nahi sakte. Aur kyunki aap soch nahi sakte, aap kisi cheez ke bare mein kafi soch nahi sakte. Siwaye neend ke. Yeh aap ki zindagi ka sab se bara shiddat se hunar ban jata hai. Aapka jism isey talash karta hai, aur beghairat mental functions ko band kar deta hai. Saari tanasub mit gayi, basic tabadla band hojata hai. Ziyada tar log apni sar mein se apna sar nahi utha sakte.

Aap phas jate hain, apni khud ki bunyadi zarooriyat ki qaidi ban jate hain.

Iss waqt tak hallucinations har insaan ke liye mukhtalif hoti hain. Kabhi kabhi woh jari rehti hain. Hamesha ke liye, jab aap aakhir kar aaram karlete hain. Jab aap ne kisi se unke bare mein baat ki hai. Aur haan, jab aap khud ko samjhate hain ke woh haqiqatan nahi hain. Kyunki jitna bhi koshish karain, dar aur shak baqi rehta hai. Woh shak aapke seenay par aram karta hai jab aap sote hain. Uske paon aapke seenay mein chubhte hain. Uska munh paagalpan ke jumlay ke mutaradif bolta hai. Ya aisa lagta hai, jab tak aap sunne lagte hain.

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Mere doctor ne mujhe di gayi neend ki goliyan kaam nahi aayi. Kabhi bhi nahi aayi. Pehle mahine ke baad, maine bas unko istemal karna band kar diya. Koi maqsad nahi tha. Maine kuch aur ilaj bhi koshish ki. Wohi purani hikmati chezein jo tumhare dost kehte hain. Garam doodh. Shehed wala makhi ka chatta. Main ne over-the-counter supplements bhi istemal kiye. Yoga, meditation, aur woh sari naye zamane ki chezein bhi.

Lekin sirf aik cheez ne kaam kiya. Yeh mujhe theek nahi kiya, lekin yeh jhatke dur kar deti thi. Yeh dosre logon ki jahazat ko bhi sahl kar deti thi. Aur meri khud ki bhi.

Frank ka ghar bus stop se sirf ek choti si dali hui thi. Frank 40 saal ka tha, motapa tha aur hamesha namkeen beer ki boo aati thi aur hamesha horrid cigarettes peeta tha. Lekin woh acha insan tha, aur hamesha a

ik achi kahani sunata tha. Woh wohi dikhata tha jo har D.A.R.E advertisement mein drug dealer dikhaya jata hai. Lekin woh aap ko apne potay ki tarah mehsoos karata tha.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Woh Neela Aadmi 

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Aap behetar logon se weed kharid sakte hain.

5 baj kar guzar gaye the, toh woh ghar mein tha. Aur sharaabi bhi. Lekin yeh theek hai. Is ne kaam ko aur bhi aasan bana diya. Main wohi raasta chal kar gaya jo Frank ne mujhe pehli baar milne ke liye bataya tha.

Maine suna ke woh darwaze ki taraf tezi se badh raha hai, gaaliyan dekar aur bolkar. Haan, bilkul sharaabi tha.

Frank ne darwaza khola, chehra lal jaise ek fire truck. Usne aik beer aur darwaza aik haath se pakra tha, aur dosre haath mein aik joint tha. Uske chehre par aik barra sa muskurahat tha, jise maine apni muskurahat ke saath jawab diya.

Hey, chokra! Tu kaise hai?

Main hansa, aur kaha, Kaafi acha, bhai. Lag raha hai jaise tu party kar raha hai.

Hell yeah, bhai! Sirf main aur yeh banda, aur ek case beer. Arey, tu ander aana chahega? Main wada karta hoon ke ek can ke liye tera card nahi mangunga. Frank hans kar bola, aur mujhe ek ganday isharon se dekh kar bola. Har bar jab woh nashay mein hota tha, matlab her bar jab main use dekhta tha, to yeh mazaak karta tha. Iski awaz, uski behad khush haalat ke sath, yeh sab kuch fresh banata tha.

Hell yeah, yaar. Mujhe abhi bhi neend nahi aati. Kuch dawai hai kya? Main darwaze mein kadam rakhta hoon.

Is par, Frank ne zor se aur lambi hansi ki. Usne itna hansa ke uski beer idhar udhar gir gayi, aur usko khansi aane lagi. Usne beer ko pass wale meiz par rakha, uspar sahara lete hue.

Araam se, Frank. Dil na phansa. Yeh bahut ajeeb baat hoti. Main muskurata hoon, apni ungli ko phone ki tarah upar uthata hoon. Hello, operator? Mera nasha sauda karne wala mujh par hans raha hai. Aaja le jaa. Yeh woh ghar hai jo musk ki tarah boo raha hai. Tujhe miss nahi ho sakta.

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Is par, Frank itna zor se hansa ke main sach mein samjha ke woh marr jayega.

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Thori der baad kuch beers pee kar, Frank apne recliner mein baitha hai. Uski coon kutta – ek purana Blue-tick – uski god mein sir rakh kar baitha hai. Frank ke chehre par ek muskurahat hai, aur woh kutte ke kaanon ko ragad raha hai jaise woh uska bacha ho. Main sofa par baitha hoon, case ki akhri can pi kar. Main use meiz par phenk deta hoon, aur hans kar Frank ki taraf dekhta hoon.

Toh, yaar, humne teri saari beer pee li.

Frank ek gehri muskurahat deta hai. Haan, shayad humne pee li, na? Woh hans kar kehta hai, apne kutte ko sir par thapki deta hai. Lekin koi baat nahi. Hamesha behtar hota hai saath mein peene mein. Chahe woh customer bhi ho.

Main jhatakta hoon, kaanon ko tez karke kehta hoon, Wohi toh. Toh, vyapar?

Frank apne kutte ko door kar deta hai, apni shirt par haath saaf karta hai. Usne ek udharan diya aur kehta hai, Bilkul vyapar.

Woh kamre ke doosre kone jaata hai, jahan kuch kachre ke bags pade hain. Woh unhein hata kar ek section carpet ko utha kar rakh deta hai. Phir usne ek Nike shoebox nikala aur wapas aata hai, use meiz par rakh deta hai.

Toh, kya tu wohi cheez chahta hai jo tere pehle wale bar se thi? Ya kuch naya try karna chahega?

Main thamta hoon aur sochta hoon. Woh cheez kaam kar leti hai. Mujhe bilkul neend aati hai. Lekin ek problem hai.

Frank muskurana bhool jaata hai, aur chinta se dekhta hai. Main uska sabse accha customer nahi hoon, lekin main ek customer hoon. Aur uska dost bhi. Meri cheez mein problem hai? Yeh mat keh, kid.

Main ek jhatka deta hoon aur usse dekhta hoon. Main kehta hoon, Tu ne try ki thi na?

Frank harkat karta hai, ankhein uthata hai. Woh kehta hai, Main har cheez try karta hoon jo aati hai. Tu janta hai. Logo ko bekar cheez nahi bech raha hoon, yeh dekhna padta hai. Aur saath mein, yeh meri kaam mein mazaak ka ek hissa hai! Free samples!

Main kaanp kar hans deta hoon.

Frank, mujhe gussa karne ke liye isse zyada chahiye. Lekin tu pakka hai na? Koi shikayat nahi? Koi behad pareshan nahi ho raha?

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Frank apne mathay par teen ungliyan uthata hai, mujhe ek mazaki salute deta hai. Apne purane boy-scout credo par kasam khata hoon! kehta hai.

Main jhatakta hoon aur muskurata hoon. Main apni jeans mein haath daalta hoon, apna wallet nikalta hoon. Kuch twenties nikalta hoon aur unhein uske paas pesh karta hoon.

Mujhe ek dime de, baki tip ke roop mein rakh le.

Frank muskurata hai, paise ko apne paas kar leta hai, aur sab kuch bandh leta hai.

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Mujhe nahi pata tha ke Frank apna weed kahan se laata tha. Mujhe jaan ne ki zaroorat nahi thi, aur mujhe farq nahi padta tha. Meri ek hi fikar thi, ke woh kaam karti hai. Ek lambi kheench karke, dhire-dhire hit aane wali hoti hai, jo tumhara dimaag samet leti hai. Phir woh tumhe sulata hai, aur duniya ko ek taraf tere liye chhupa deta hai.

Bas, yeh kuch mahino se aisa nahi tha.

Mera doctor ne mujhe naswar istemal karne se bachne ki mashwara diya tha. Usne kaha ke yeh meri neend ko shuru nahi karayga. Balkay, mujhe pehlay se zyada thaka dega. Lambi raah mein, usne kaha, yeh aadat bhi ban sakti hai. Phir mein wahi pe aa jata.

Maine usse poocha kya kabhi uski zindagi mein neend ki mushkilat aayi hain.

Pehle to usse kuch kehna nahi aaya. Lekin phir usne tasleem kiya ke nahi, usko kabhi koi masla nahi aaya. Har raat puri 7-8 ghante ki neend aati thi. Uske baad, mujhe samajh aaya ke shayad mera doctor sirf bakwas kar raha tha. Lekin maine uske sath khail khela.

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Logon ko jo acha aram milta hai, woh samajhtay hi nahi hain. Unko woh lambi raatein yaad nahi aati jin takleefon ka samna karni parti hai. Woh samajhtay hain ke bas aankhein band kar lo aur neend aa jayegi.

Frank ke weed ne mujhe woh karne diya. Yahan se door jaane ki ijaazat di. Ek kamzor jism aur ajeeb duniya se door jaane ka mauqa diya. Kam az kam, pehle aisay tha. Lekin aik ya do mahinay se kuch ajeeb ho gaya tha. Mein ne socha shayad meri jism ki adat ho gayi hai, is liye meine kuch hafton ke liye istemal karna band kar diya. Maine 14 ghante ke total aram liye usi dino mein. Jab mein dobara smoking karne laga, uska asar mere khawabon mein bhi reh gaya. Mein ne kabhi itni zyada tarjeehat nahi li thi. Kabhi aisa kuch nahi dekha tha. Lekin kuch badal gaya tha dhuen ya mere sath.

Kabhi kabhi jab mein uthta to mujhe yeh nahi pata hota ke mein abhi bhi khwaab dekh raha hoon ya haqeeqat mein hoon. Yeh sab lagta tha jaise ek khawab mein khawab dekh raha hoon, jo kuch dafa hota tha. Jaise ke mein apne aap ko khud ki tarah ek masquerade ball mein dekhta hoon. Har kisi ke paas apni bhoomika aur dialogue hota hai, aur woh unhe ache se ada karte hain. Lekin meri nigaah ke kone mein, mein unko hansna aur ishara karte dekhta hoon. Muskuraate hain. Intezar karte hain ke parda uth jaye.

Dekho, hum nay naye bande ko bewaqoof banaya. Hum bohat chalak hain.

Yeh wohi baat hai jo maine kabhi apne doctor ko nahi bataya. Yeh wohi baat hai jo maine Frank ko bhi nahi bataya. Aur waise bhi, yeh sab kuch ek pal mein toot sakta hai, lekin maine aik joint bana kar woh piya aur jalaya.

Peechein wala jhatka tha, dhire dhire garmi phail gai. Mere dimagh ne apne aap ko ek ghana dhundhla sa dala. Main apne bistar ki taraf chala gaya aur bina jootay utaray hi bayd gaya.

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Yeh be shak, yeh woh behtareen neend thi jo maine mahinayon mein soti.

Jab main utha, mujhe thakan mehsoos nahi hui. Mujhe sar mein dard nahi tha. Aur na hi mujhe kisi bhi qisam ki aik asal bimari ka ehsaas hua. Mujhe acha mehsoos hua. Aram se soya hua tha. Main muskuraya aur bistar se utha.

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Maine apne alarm clock ki taraf dekha. Iski zarurat nahi thi ke woh bajayega – aaj weekend hai. Lekin sirf dekhne ke liye ke main kitni der se soya tha. Main ne numbers ginay.

Aath ghante. Pura aath ghante, kisi bhi bhayanak khawab ke baghair. Main yaad nahi kar sakta ke aakhir kab aisa hua tha.

Main hall mein chala gaya, rasoi mein. Meri pait mein awaz aarahi thi. Weed munchies ne mujhe bhooka kar dia tha. Kuch bhi zaban mein dal dena kafi hota, lekin main ne taqreeban aurat wali baat kar li. Mein ne ek patili nikali aur usse tel se geela kiya. Main ne fridge se hash rounds aur anday nikale. Shaam ke khane mein breakfast mera pasandida tha.

Maine khana tezi se kha lia, phir bartan dho kar sink mein rakha. Main ne fridge kholi, sab kuch wapas rakh diya, aur orange juice ka dibba nikala. Aik din purana tha, lekin mujhe koi fikr nahi thi. Maine uska munh upar kar ke aik jhatka mein pi lia.

Ab bharpoor, main living room mein chala gaya. Main ne couch par beth kar remote control pakra aur TV on kar dia.

Salt-and-pepper screen par tha. Main ne settings dekhi, lekin koi faida nahi hua. Phir, Main ne ek gaali ke sath uth kar room ke dosri taraf chala gaya. Main ne cables check ki, lekin sab tight the. Theek hai. Main ne unit ko off kar dia. Main ne apna phone liya aur dekha ke koi online hai ya nahi.

Neend na aane wala banda banne ka matlab hai ke raat ko jaagne wale dosto se dosti kar lena. Woh raat ke log raat ko hote hain kyunke unke liye koi acha waqt nahi hota. Lekin har kisi ko dost ki zarurat hoti hai, is liye aap in logon se dosti kar letay hain. Aap unhe apna lete hain aur samajh lete hain ke woh aapke aspas wale bade khail mein kis ki bhoomika ada karte hain. Bas kyunke kabhi kabhi, aapko bas kisi se baat karni hoti hai, aur aapko farq nahi parta ke woh kaun hai.

Maine aik ghanta logon ko contact kiya. Messages ke zariye, social networks ke zariye. Kuch nahi. Kisi ne bhi jawab nahi diya. Ye aam baat nahi thi. Aur, mere dimagh par kheenchne wali khofnaak baatein bhi ho rahi thi, main ye janta tha ke ye ho sakta hai. Maine almost yakeen kar liya tha, lekin phir maine kuch ajeeb baat notice ki.

Har status update, har tweet ya big-brother ki share, 7 PM ke baad ruk gayi. Seedha us waqt jab maine dhooni peeti aur bed pe chala jata tha. Main ne pages ko refresh kiya, lekin kuch nahi badla.

Ajeeb, lekin samajhne layak bina wajah nahi. Jiski sab wajahon pe mujhe abhi tak jhijhak thi. Boredom ek zyada taatulat maamla tha. Maine socha ke main thodi der ke liye streets par ghoomun. Random ajnabi log khali kamron se behtar the. Maine apni coat uthai aur khud ko samjhaya ke main aik ghante ke andar wapas aa jaunga.

Teen baje the. Aise nahi tha ke main kisi se takra jaaun aur unse baat karne lagun.

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Hawa meri hoodie ko udaa rahi thi, sadak pe shor macha rahi thi. Phir kuch der baad woh ruk gayi. Palak jhapakte hi. Ye aik ajeeb baat thi, lekin is waqt sab kuch ajeeb lagta hai. Jab aap so nahi sakte – aur kuch dair se nahi soye – to cheezein ulat palat ho jati hain. Absurd bhi qubool hai. Aapko parwaah nahi hoti ke cheezein kitni ajeeb hain, kyunki aap mein unhein dekhne ki taqat nahi hoti.

Siwaye ahem cheezon ke. Woh aapki tawajjo ka markaz ban jati hain, lamha-fa-lamha ek baroodi dewangi ban jati hain. Phir, woh chali jati hai. Junoon marr jata hai, palak jhapakte hi.

Main waapas haqiqat mein aaya. Aur, Main nahi janta tha ke main ne kitni dair kuch dekhna band kar diya tha. Main ne apna sar hilaya aur sadak par chalna shuru kiya, apni aakhri nigaah apne kandhe par daali.

Lekin lampposts aur shadows ke ilawa, sadak khali thi. Aas-paas ke logon ne bhi so liya tha. Shehar ne aram kiya hua tha. Ambulance aur police cars ki aawaz bhi band thi. Sirf meri sneakers ki talwon ki awaz thi jo sadak par ragad rahi thi. Main akela tha.

Phir, aage dekha – aik peechwara, kandhe, kisi ke sir ke upar. Koi aur bhi bahar tha. Woh khade the, apne jebon mein haath dal ke, sadak ki taraf mukhtib the. Haalanki unke chehre chhupayi hui thi, lekin yeh aik insaan the. Jisse main baat kar sakta tha. Bass yahi maayene rakhta tha.

Maine socha ke unmein se koi drug dealer ho sakta hai. Ya phir aik badhwa ho. Ya aur bhi kuch. Lekin phir bhi, meri qadam mujhe aage badhne par majboor kiye. Hamari doori kam hui. Aik yard ki doori par, maine apni gale mein dum karke kaha, Acha raat hai, na?

Ajnabi ne mud kar nahi dekha. Unhone aik inch bhi nahi hila. Woh bas wahan khade rahe, sadak ki taraf dekhte rahe. Main thoda aur kareeb gaya, lekin wapas ruk gaya. Maine apne apartment tak wapas jaane ke liye kitni blocks gin liye. Agar kuch gadbad ho gayi to main wapas bhaag sakta tha. Ya phir shayad unko bas chahiye nahi tha ke unhein pareshan kiya jaaye.

Maine apni pocket se aik packet cigarette nikala. Aur, Maine uski chhat khole aur ek cigarette nikali. Maine apne lighter ke liye mahsoos kiya, phir yaad aaya ke maine use apne pipe ke saath ghar pe chhod diya tha. Kuch blocks door.

Hey, uh… kya aapke paas lighter hai?

Kuch nahi.

Maine unki kandhe par tap kiya. Hey, kya tum-

Ajnabi ne face-forward gir kar sadak par tappak liya. Maine unhein kaum chhua tha. Main chauk gaya, wahin khara tha, cigarette abhi bhi mere honthon par thi. Lekin jab adrenaline meri body mein ghusi, to maine kuch notice kiya. Woh wind se bhi ajeeb thi, is waqt ki feeling bhi.

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Ajnabi toot gaya tha. Tukde tukde bikhar gaye the, lekin lag raha tha jaise kisi ne aik bartan ko tod diya ho. Aik insaan ki size ka bartan. Kapron aur baalon ke sath, jo toote aur murjha gaye the. Koi khoon nahi tha. Woh sirf gir gaye, aur tukde ho gaye. Bas aise hi.

Main wahin khara tha, mera haath kaanp raha tha, cigarette abhi bhi mere honthon par thi. Phir maine apne peeche ki taraf kadam uthte suna.

Aik haath ne mera kandha pakad liya aur mujhe palat diya. Woh haath (aur siski awaaz ke saath kadam) ek barey admi ka tha. Usne aik baby blue uniform pehna hua tha, jo aik topi ke saath thi. Topi ke neeche, kuch white baal bata rahe the. Woh khush nahi lag rahe the. Woh bilkul khush nahi lag rahe the. Aur jab main wahin khara tha, cigarette pakde hue, to maine dua karne lag gaya.

Ye officially meri zindagi ka sabse ajeeb nasha tha. Ya Allah, main kabhi phir nahi piyoonga. Kabhi bhi nahi.

Admi ka grip mazboot hua, aur usne apna index finger mere chehre ke samne hilaya. Uska chehra ghusse mein muda, aur usne zor se shabdon ko nikala jiski wajah se thook udne lagi.

Tum kis liye khade ho? Tumhe soye rehna chahiye tha!

Usne mujhe safai karne ko kaha. Bas wohi nahi, balki shehar mein taqreeban har jagah par. Aur poori waqt, main us se sawal karne se darti rahi. Us se baat karne se bhi. Main bas jharu chalata raha. Logon ke tukdon ko ek dustpan mein daal deta tha jo usne saath laya tha. Aur main sawal nahi karna chahta tha. Yeh isliye nahi ki main nahi chahta, balki isliye ki main sochne se bachne ki koshish kar raha tha.

Yeh ek khayali tasawwur hai. Isi waqt main apne couch par twist kar raha hoon, ya kisi raaste mein. Frank ne mujhe kharab weed bechi hai. Kuch bhi real nahi hai. Yeh ahmiyat nahi rakhta. Kuch bhi nahi hai.

Dusri ya dasvi tukdon ki taraf jab woh seedha mere ankhon mein dekhta hai. Woh bas khada rehta hai, stare karta hai. Apni topi uthata hai, apne mathe ko khujlata hai, aur saans leta hai.

Tum aksar kharab ho gaye ho. Sab aise hi hain.

Main nahi janta ke usse kya kehna hai. Woh phir se saans leta hai, apne sar ko hila kar, aur chalna shuru karta hai. Main apne aap ko uske saath rehne ki koshish karta hoon.

Maine unhein kaha ke tumhara model galat hai. Yeh bekaar hai. Ke tum sirf mushkilat paida karoge. Lekin nahi, kisi ko maintenance wale ki baat maan’ne ka mann nahi tha.

Usne ek tukda dikha diya. Main wahan jata hoon aur jharu chalata hoon. Dusre tukdon ki tarah, main yeh dekhta hoon ke yeh kisne ya kya tha. Aankh ke iris ka ek tukda, moonlight mein chamak raha hai. Main apni ulti ko daba leta hoon aur ise dustpan ke neeche dhakel deta hoon. Aadmi bas khada rehta hai, mujhe dekhta rahta hai.

Main chala jata hoon, dustpan khali karne ke liye tayyar, aur woh kehta hai Dekho, in disposable logon mein koi mushkil nahi hoti. Chahe tum un par kaisi bhi mushkil pesh karo ya woh apne aap ko kaisi bhi mushkil mein daal dein. Lekin tum? Sab kuch lamba hai. Aur yehi tumhari kismat ka bura hissa hai.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Woh Neela Aadmi 

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Main sir hilata hoon aur dustpan khali kar deta hoon.

Hum aur gyarah tukdon ki taraf chalte hain. Aakhri tukde ke baad, woh muskurata hai aur apni topi theek karta hai. Mujhe isse pehle notice nahi hua tha, lekin woh Maytag Man ki tarah dikhta hai.

Usne haath clap kiya aur muskuraya. Mazeed saaf-safai ho gayi!

Jharu aur dustpan pakad kar, main apni halki tarah se bolne ki koshish karta hoon.

Kya…kya main ab ghar ja sakta hoon? Please. Bas ghar jaana chahta hoon.

Aadmi sir hilata hai. Haan, bilkul, kehta hai, apni ghutnon se dhool mitata hua, lekin sirf uske baad jab tum restock mein madad karo. Phir hum khatam ho jayenge, aur tum ghar ja sakte ho. Aur umeed hai, kuch bhi isse yaad nahi rahega.

Main apne haath apni taraf rakh leta hoon, jharu ko pakad kar. Ek pal ke liye, main usse iske saath maarne ka khayal karta hoon. Main apne dimaag mein uske sar ko dhool aur mitti ke tukdon mein phatne ki tasveer bana leta hoon. Mera haath jharu ko aur zyada mazboot pakad leta hai, aur woh kehta hai Aisa mat karo. Aisa sochna bhi mat. Main tumhe yaqeen dilata hoon, yeh ek bura khayal hai.

Mera pura jism thanda ho jata hai, aur ek besakhta hui feeling meri aant mein utarti hai. Kya karun? main poochta hoon, masoomiyat ka dikhawa karte hue.

Woh muskurata hai. Ek ungli hilata hua, woh ek intersection ki taraf chalta hai. Main uske peeche chalta hoon.

Restocking safai se bhi ajeeb tha. Aur tab tak, main sirf uski baat maanta hoon.

Usne jaana ke main use maarne ki koshish karna chahta tha. Usne jaana ke maine uske bare mein sochna shuru kiya tha. Yeh toh khwaab hona zaroori hai. Koi aur wajah sochna asambhav aur darawna hai. Main apna mun band rakhta hoon. Main restock karta hoon. Aur kuch sochne ka khatra hi nahi leta.

Restocking mein shamil hota hai ke ek purane, bigade hue truck jaana hota hai. Hum truck ke piche ke double doors ko kholte hain. Phir, bohat dheere se, hum log jism nikal kar lekar jate hain. Sakht, kadra jism. Zindagi jaisa aur garam. Lekin abhi ke liye be-harkat.

Hum wapas jate hain jahan humne jharu chalaya tha. Har jagah par ek jism ko upright rakhte hain. Phir, jism zinda ho jata hai. Woh apne kaam mein masroof ho jata hai, jaise ke unhone ek lamhe ke liye bhool gaye ho ke woh kya kar rahe hain. Maintenance man ek clipboard nikalta hai, aur ek note likhta hai. Phir hum agle jagah par chalte hain.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Woh Neela Aadmi 

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Kisi bhi jism-ke log, har maqsad ke liye-humein kabhi bhi notice nahi karte.

Hum rukte hain kisi chaurahe par. Aakhri jism, jise maine giraya tha. Hum ek jism nikalte hain aur use position dete hain. Woh bahir ki taraf mukh kar ke khada hota hai. Haath apni jebon mein chhupaye hote hain. Jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho.

Maintenance man muskurata hai. Woh dubara mere kandhe ko pakadta hai, aur kehta hai, Sab khatam. Sab theek. Ghar jaane ke liye tayyar ho? Meri duty khatam ho gayi hai. Main tumhare saath chalunga.

Main nay sar hilaya, aur hum palat kar meray ghar ki taraf chalay gaye. Phir, Main ne dobara baat karne ki himmat ki, lekin baad mein mujhe yeh samajh mein aaya ke main ne galat sawal kiye thay.

Tum kon ho?

Aadmi ne mujhe dekha aur muskuraya. Oh, tu janta hai, usne kaha, apni topi theek kartay hue, main sirf repair wala hoon. Touch-ups karta hoon. Saaf-safai karta hoon. Saman bharwata hoon. Koi ahmiyat nahi hai.

Hum chup chap chalay. Jab hum meray ghar qareeb aa gaye, main ruk gaya aur kaha, Yeh asal nahi hai, na? Main khwaab dekh raha hoon. Yeh to ho hi nahi sakta.

Aadmi ruk gaya, mujhe ankhon mein dekhta hua. Phir usne mere kandhon ko pakad liya. Ek lamhe ke liye mera chehra dekhta raha, soch kar ke kya kehna hai. Phir usne dheere se sar hilaya, aur kaha, Haan, bacha. Sab kuch ek khwaab hai. To wapis andar jao, aur so jao. Theek hai?

Main ne apni honton ko kat liya. Theek hai, main wapis jata hoon.

Jab main qadam uthata hoon, to maine use kehte suna, Aray, bacha!

Main muda aur neeche us par dekha. Wo khara tha, apni jebon mein haath daal kar.

Bas, stitches ko ignore karo. Agar tumne kiya to tumhe achi neend aayegi. Aur tumhe phir yeh khwaab nahi aayega. Aur, mazeed behtar… tum mujhe bohot si paperwork bacha doge. Theek hai?

Main ne sar hilaya, apna darwaza hath me le kar, aur andar chala gaya.

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Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Woh Neela Aadmi 

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Main ek din ghar aata hoon, aur mera phone haraani se chamak raha hai. Maine ise yahan par bhool kar chhod diya tha, lekin sirf ek call tha. Frank ka, of all people. Mahinon ho gaye the jab maine usse baat ki thi. Main ne usse call kiya aur kuch minutes baat ki. Maine use bataya ke mere neend ki mushkilein hal ho gayi hain. Phir, kaafi seedhi baat ki, maine use bataya ke maine smoking chord di hai. Usse dukh hua, lekin usne mujhe bulaya. Uske paas ek case beer hai jo use peeni hai. Main muskuraya aur use bataya ke main is hafteend wahan aaunga.

Main Frank se jhoot nahi bol raha tha. Aur maine apne doctor se jab kaha ke ab mujhe dawai ki zaroorat nahi, to main jhoot nahi bol raha tha. Main ne pichle kuch hafton se achi neend li thi. Main wapis normal mehsoos kar raha tha. Ab kharab mehsoos nahi kar raha tha.

Maine chhoti chhoti cheezen par dhyan nahi diya. Jaise subah ke baad khali juice carton aur oily karhai. Lekin maine ahmiyat ki cheezen par dhyan dena band kar diya tha. Main bus mein safar karte waqt hamesha ek kitaab lekar jata tha. Main logon se itna door khara hota tha ke main unki har tafseel nahi dekh sakta tha.

Khas karke unke stitches. Ek waqt ke baad, maine khud ko yeh yakeen dilaya ke stitches kabhi nahi hoti. Yeh sab stress ka asar tha. Jab kabhi-kabhi mujhe lagta ke maine kuch dekha, to mujhe neend nahi aati thi. Main ghantiyan baja kar takra jata tha aur ghoomta rehta tha. Phir jab main haar jata, to main apni coat le leta. Main bahar jata aur daer par baith jata.

Wahan se, main baith kar intezar karta. Main kitni deer tak bhi intezaar nahi karta tha. Yeh sab wohi ke liye tha. Sirf ek nazar us baby blue uniform ki.

Lekin, achay repairman ki tarah, woh mujh se bach jata tha. Uski mehnat ko kisi ne nahi dekha, lekin sheher ki har cheez chalti rahi. Har model apni kaam mein busy tha. Aur kisi ne kabhi socha hi nahi. Kisi ne himmat nahi ki ke agar sab kuch ruk jaye to kya hoga. Agar unhone stitches dekhi, aur phir, sab kuch khatam ho jaye.

Khatam!!

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