Agar Tum Tayyar Ho Aur Glenmont Metro Mein Ho, Toh Please Mujhe Maaro.

Agar tum tayyar ho aur Glenmont metro mein ho, toh please mujhe maaro.

Hey friends! Is nayi Series ki kahani mein aap sabka khushaamdeed. Is story ka name hai – “Vantablack: Ek Maut Metal Fankar Jamaat ” Ye Horror Story hai. Agar aapko Horror Kahaniya, Moral Stories ya Bedtime Stories padhne ka shauk hai, toh is kahani ko poora zaroor padhein.

Agar tum Tayyar ho aur Glenmont metro mein ho, toh please mujhe maaro!

Bana do isay aik headshot. Mujhe apni masti mein, sar ke pichle hisse mein goli chala do, thora sa neechay rukh kar. Mujhe chahiye ke goli meray dimagh mein se guzray, jahan tak mumkin ho, pehlay mera hippocampus tak pohanchay. Agar mujhe kismet se saath mile, toh mere sar ko pharne wali goli ki senstion sirf kuch das salon tak rahe.

Jitna bura sunay, aap mujh par bara ahsaan karain gay. Sir par goli lag jaye, JALDI JALDI, yeh uss alternative se bohat behtar hai.

Mere zehar shanasaai aaj se das hazaar saal pehlay shuru hui, aaj subha 10:15 baje. Mein dawai ke trials mein hissa lekar extra paisay kamata hoon. Mein ek aise “sehatmand mawad” hoon jo majmoi dawaiyan check karne mein madad karti hai. Kabhi toh yeh kidney dawai thi. Kuch dafa yeh blood pressure ya cholesterol ke liye kuch tha. Aaj subha mujhe bataya gaya ke maine jo dawai li, woh aik psychotropic cheez thi jo dimagh ki tahqiqat ko tezi se barhane ke liye banayi gayi thi.

Yeh jo bhi dawaiyan maine pehlay check ki hain, woh mujhe kisi bhi tarah ki tafreeh mein kuch nahi di. Dusri baat hai, mein ne kisi bhi drug se kisi killer buzz ya relaxation mehsoos nahi kiya. Shayad mein hamesha placebo group mein tha, lekin kuch bhi jo maine check kiya, mujhe koi farq nahi pada.

Aaj ka dawai alag tha. Yeh cheez kaam kar rahi thi. Mujhe subha 10:15 baje aik pill di gayi aur kaha gaya ke mujhe kuch tests ke liye wapis bulaya jayega. “Sirf kuch tees minute,” research assistant ne mujhse kaha. Mein waiting room ke couch par gir para aur wahaan par mojud Psychology Today ke kuch articles parhne laga. Jab mujhe Psychology Today khatam ho gaya toh mujhe woh wapis nahi bula rahe thay, is liye maine US News uthaya aur usko cover-to-cover parha. Phir maine aik purani Scientific American bhi parhi. In ko itni der kyun lag rahi thi?

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Agar Tum Tayyar Ho Aur Glenmont Metro Mein Ho, Toh Please Mujhe Maaro!

Maine dhire se apna sir jhatak kar deewar ke clock par nazar daali. Sirf 10:23 baj chuke thay. Maine teen magazines ko sirf aath minute mein parh liya tha. Mujhe yaad hai ke maine socha, aaj toh lamba din hone wala hai. Aur mein sahi tha.

Waiting room mein aik choti bookshelf thi jis par kuch istemal shuda hardcovers thay. Jab main uthkar bookshelf ki taraf barha toh mere pairon ne kamzori mehsoos ki. Yeh unka kamzori nahi tha. Unka masla yeh tha ke woh dheere chal rahe thay. Kuch is darja ke the ke kitab ki kamar mein hath dal kar uthana, yeh mujh mein waqt lag raha tha. Main wakai hi apne haath ko kitab ke kaanp tak pohanchne ka intezaar karte karte bore ho gaya.

Main dheere-dheere wapas couch ki taraf ja kar gir para aur aik slow-motion giravat mein. Mujhe yaad aaya ke woh astronauton ke kamzoor zameen par kiye jane wale low-gravity hops ki tarah lag raha tha. Maine Moby Dick uthaya (dhire se) aur parhna shuru kiya. Mein ne Ishmael mujhe call karo se shuru kiya aur Ahab ne apni chhuri samandar mein phenk di (jo ke friggin chapter thirty tak tha) tak pohncha, jab woh mujhe wapis bula liya.

“Kaisa mehsoos kar rahe hain?” research assistant ne mujhse poocha.

“Mujhe dheere pan ka ehsaas hai,” maine kaha.

“Asal mein, yeh ulta hai. Sab kuch dheere lagta hai kyun ke aap itne tezi se hain.”

“Magar meri taangain. Meray haath. Woh slow motion mein hain.”

“Aapka jism aapke tezi se chalne par phans gaya hai kyun ke aapka dimagh tezi se kaam kar raha hai. Aapka dimagh aam halat se das ya bees guna tezi se chal raha hai. Aap soch rahe hain aur haqeeqat ko itni tezi se dekh rahe hain. Lekin aapka jism ab bhi biomechanics ke qawaneen se mehroom hai. Dar-asal, aap normal insaan se bohat zyada tezi se move kar rahe hain,” usne jogging ki harkat dikhate hue kaha. “Lekin aapka dimagh itna tezi se chal raha hai ab, ke aapke tezi se chalne bhi aapko bohat dheere lagta hai.”

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Mainay apnay aaram ghar kay sofa par dheeray motion mein girnay ka khayal kiya. Agar mairay muscles dhair ho gaye thay, to maira jism aik hee tareeqay se wazan ki taraf react karta. Lekin, intezar-khana mein, main nay slow motion mein bhi girna tha. Dhairay muscles yeh samjhanay mein madad nahin kar saktay ke gravity kamzor kyun lag raha tha. Maira dimagh to warp ten par chala raha tha. Yeh wajib hai ke mainay sirf pandrah minute mein teen magazines aur Moby Dick ke pehlay teenteen chapters parh liye.

Unhoon nay mujh par kayi tests karwaye. Jismani tests mazedaar thay. Mujhay teen balls ka juggling karwanay diya. Phir chaar. Phir cheh. Mujhay chhay balls ko hawa mein rakhnay mein koi mushkil nahin thi kyun ke woh itni dheeray se hil rahay thay. Yeh sakht boring tha, asal mein, har ball ko uski harkat mein guzarnay ka intezar karna tha takay main (apni slow motion hathoon se) usay pakar sakoon aur dobara hawa mein phenk sakoon. Unhoon nay cheerios ko hawa mein phenkay aur main nay unko chopsticks se pakar liya. Unhoon nay ek haath mein sikayon ki muthi phenki aur main nay unki total value tab tak gin li jab tak woh zameen par na giray.

Tijarati tests kam mazedaar thay, lekin bohat enlightening thay. Pachaas lafzon ka word search khatam karo (teen seconds). Aik poster-size paper par banay maze ko hal karo (do seconds). Das tasveerat her second mein dikhai denay wala slide show dekho aur us par mubham sawalon ka jawab do (95% sahi).

Unhoon nay mujhay bataya ke meri speed Knopf scale par 250 se zyada thi. Shakhsiyat ke superhuman thinking speeds mein yeh gehraaiyon mein shamil tha, itna kehna tha.

Phir unhoon nay mujhay ghar bheja. “Yeh kuch ghantay mein khatam ho jayega,” keh rahay thay. “Jo tujh ko dinon ka lagay ga. Koshish karo ke baqi effects ka faida uthao aur high-speed mode mein kuch kaam kar lo! Work emails ko dekho jab tak tum high-speed mode mein ho!”

Ghar jane ka safar bohat mushkil tha. Sirf teen metro stations par tha, aur haqeeqatan mein, woh sirf takreeban penteen minute ka tha. Lekin meray drug-accelerated hyper-time mein, woh dinon lag raha tha. Dinon. Medical research suite se elevator ke button tak chalna, bas yeh lag raha tha ke aik ghanta guzar gaya. Main nay daur karke office se bahir nikla, apni tangon ko mujhe tezi se chalnay ke liye majboor karne ki koshish ki. Lekin biomechanics ke qanoon nay mujhe qaid kar rakha tha. Jitni tezi se maira dimagh chala raha tha, main apni tangon ko tezi se kaam karane ke liye kuch nahin kar saktay thay.

Mairay jism aur dimagh ke darmiyan bara pharak itna bara tha ke samajhna aur samajhna kab aur kaise kamzor karne ya apna jism murne mein kis tarah taalukat ko samjhaun, yeh bohat mushkil tha. Main basically aik baray slow-motion spaz mein tabdeel ho gaya tha. Main nay apni tezi ko ghalat fehmi ki aur elevator button ko daba kar samne diwarein achhi tezi se jam kar di. Zor se. Dard bohat shadeed tha. Agar maira dimagh regular speed par chala raha hota, to shayad sirf teenteen seconds ya aisa hi dard hota. Lekin meri tez halat mein, shadeed dard aisa lag raha tha ke tees minute ya shayad penteen minute tak taklif hoti thi.

Elevator ka safar bohat mushkil tha. Yeh lag raha tha ke main ne sirf saat manzilon ko utartay hue chaar ya paanch ghantay guzar diye, aur elevator car ke andar dekhne ke liye kuch bhi nahin tha.

Main metro station par daur kar gaya. Main maan leta hoon, yeh hissa taqreeban mazedaar tha. Walaum keh maira jism mujhe, jaisa mujhe lagta tha, super-slow speed par hil raha tha, main phir bhi apni feet ko kahan aur kis tarah se rakhnay, apni baazoo ko hilaanay aur apna torso murnay mein dhyan se intikhab kar sakta tha. Bas aik ya do block ke liye laga ke mere pass aik brain hai jo mere jism se do-do baar tez hai. Phir main basically sprint-dance ki tarah chalna shuru kiya, logon ke darmiyan twist aur juking karte hue aur cars ke darmiyan chand inch (a.k.a. minute) ki doori se bachte hue.

Main apni time frame mein aik ghantay ke liye subway mein utar raha tha aur platform tak daur raha tha. Chhe minute ke liye red-line train anay ka intezar karna bohat boriat tha. Metro platform par dekhne ke liye kuch zyada tha lekin yeh bhi shadeed boring tha. Main nay woh Moby Dick ki copy chura leni chahiye thi.

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Laal line wali train dhire-dhire station mein aayi. Iski brakeon ki aam tareen cheekhain meri tezi se soch par tabdeel ho gayi aur lambi awaaz ban gayi, jaise ek monotone tuba solo.

Ye sirf subway train ki cheekhain hi nahi thin jo normal se teen octave neeche thi. Tamam awaazain itni tezi se slow ho gayi thi ke woh sun’ne mein mushkil ho rahi thi. Awaazain gayab ho gayin, meri sunai dene wali hadood frequency ke neeche thi. Maine subway car mein ek cheekh rahi bachchi ki awaaz suni – uski cheekhain aise thi jaise whale ke geet. Tez awaazon jaise car horns aur potholes par bouncing trucks ke awaazain kam, doorandaaz toofani toofano ke tarah ghonghi roaron mein tabdeel ho gayi.

Tafteesh ke office par wapas aakar, main ab bhi tafteesh staff ke sath sun’ne aur baat karne mein kaamyab raha. Lekin ab kisi ke saath zabaani communication mumkin nahi tha. Dawai ke asar mazeed tez ho rahi thi.

Maine us laanat wali laal line wali train par dinon guzar diye. Dinon. Us cheekh rahi bachchi ki whale-song aur brakeon ki tuba solo ko suntey hue. Jahan aam awaazain meri audio range se bahar ja chuki thin, toh khushbooain mutasir hone mein kuch farq nahi parta tha. Main kabhi bhi apni nose-blind nahi hua, train ki brakeon ki badboo aur metro car mein phaili hue fart aur aur khushbooain wagara se.

Main akhirkaar apne apartment mein pohncha. Apni khuli darwaze ke zor daar daurne aur front hall mein dakhil hone ka aisa lag raha tha jaise koi dheere dheere chal raha hai, sukoon se ek behteer nadi mein beh raha hai.

Ghar pohnch kar mujhe afsoos hua. Kam az kam wahan kuch kaam karne ki izat thi. Maine woh kitaab uthai thi jo main parh raha tha – “Ek Sau Saal Ki Akelaagi” – aur usko khatam kar diya. Kitabon ke page itni tezi se palatne ki wajah se maine un mein se kai tore, lekin lagta tha ke maine kitab khatam karne mein palatne ki bajaye zyada waqt guzara tha. Tab se sirf teen minute guzar chuke thay jab main ghar aaya tha.

Maine Internet par surfing karne ki koshish ki (mere Khuda, computer ko start hone mein itna waqt lagta hai) lekin yeh bohat tang kar dene wala tha. Har naye page ko load karne mein ghante (aisa lag raha tha) lagte the, aur use parhne mein ek pal ke bhi barabar wakt nahi lagta tha. Mere news feed mein saikron articles parhe lekin sirf teen minute guzre.

Maine apni pile of kitabon mein se do aur parh li. Char minute aur beet gaye.

Maine dawai ke baqaya asar ko so kar nikalne ka faisla kiya. Magar afsos ke bad, jo hissa meri soch ki tehqiqat mein zyada tez ho chuka tha, jo dawai ke asar se hyper speeds par chala gaya tha, woh neend ke zimme nahi aata. Jab maine mahsus kiya ke main dinon se jag raha hoon, toh mera jismani dimagh ab bhi samajh raha tha ke sirf 1:25 pm hai. Woh neend ke liye tayyar nahi tha.

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Mere lihaz se neend anay ki koshish ki. Main apne bedroom ki taraf chala gaya (mere apartment mein aaraam se 45 minute ke sair) aur bed par gir gaya (jaise ke bichoo ke patte ki tarah mattress par dhire se girne laga). Main ne apni aankhen band ki aur ghante aur ghante (asal waqt mein 10 minute) tak wahan pada raha, phir haar maan li. Neend nahi aayi. Main aik slow-motion qaid mein phasne ka ahsaas kar raha tha.

To maine aik Ambien li.

Pill ko nigalne aur uske saath pani peene ki ehsas aisa tha jaise meri saans ruk gayi ho, jo meri saans ke raste mein ek gola ban kar ghoom raha tha.

Maine aik kitab parhi. Das minute guzar chuke thay. Main ne aik aur kitab parhi. Ambien liye hue atharah minute ho gaye thay. Main ne apni situation par afsos karte hue kitab ko room ke dusri taraf phenka. Kitab dheere dheere ghoomti hui hawaa mein udne lagi, jaise ke hawa mein udne wala ek pankha. Woh deewar par lagi ek lambi, halki gungunaahat ke saath lagi – woh ek hi awaaz thi jo mujhe lag raha tha jaise ghanton se suna raha hoon – phir swimming pool mein doobti hui ek chappal ki tarah zameen par utri.

Mujh sey Zameen ka kaheen giraftar nahi tha jab maine woh pill li thi. Physics ke qawaneen waisay hi thay. Sirf mairi waqt ki shanakht hi bigad gayi thi. Iska matlab tha ke main is daway ke asar ko andaza lagane ke liye cheezon ki tez girne ki seema ka istemal kar sakta tha. Kitab zameen tak girne mein kitna waqt lagta hai, is se maine andaaza lagaya ke daway ke asar mazeed taiz ho rahe thay.

Maine ek magazine parha. Main ne TV chala diya – maine har frame ko saaf taur par dekha jaise ke main ek slideshow dekh raha hoon. Pareshan ho kar main ne TV band kar diya.

Maine aur parha. Churchill ke “A History of the English-Speaking Peoples” ke pehle do kitabein. Yeh bilkul aasan parhaye nahi thay. Khushfehmi se keh doon to main unse nafrat karta tha. Lekin mere bookshelf se aur ek kitab lene mein jo ghante lagte thay, bas itna hi behtar tha ke main sofa par baith kar Churchill parh raha tha. Ya kam se kam kam bura tha.

Ab tak teenteen minute hogaye thay jab se maine Ambien li thi. Main ne sofa par let kar ankhain band ki. Waqt guzar gaya. Main ne sans li – ghanto lambi ek marz tha. Waqt guzar gaya. Main ne lambi sans li.

Neend. Nahi. Aa rahi thi.

Mujhe naya kisi plan ki zaroorat thi. Maine faisla kiya ke main wapas woh offices jao jahan mujhe yeh dawa mili thi. Shayad unke paas iske asar ko kam karne ke liye kuchh hai. Ya kam se kam iske asar khatam hone tak mujhe behosh karne ke liye kuchh hai.

Maine apna apartment jitni jaldi ho saka chora – mere waqt ke hisab se is mein ghante lagte thay. Main ne darwaza tak taala bhi nahi laga. Yeh bhi bohat waqt lagta.

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Neeche sey utarta hua (agar aap tezi se daurain to lift se behtar hai), lobby se guzra, samne ki darwaze par nikla aur sadak par aaya. Yeh chand chezein aise lag rahi thay jaise ek office mein lamba din guzar raha ho.

Sadak par tezi se daurta hua, pedestrians ke darmiyan nachta aur chhalkta hua. Jin ke liye mujh mein, yeh ek superhuman izafiyaat ke saath, dekhna zaroor ajeeb lag raha tha. Metro ke pehle manzil par utra. Landing ke paar. Ek aur ghante. Phir dusre manzil ki taraf. Tabhi Ambien ne mujhe lagaya.

Ambien ne mujhe neend nahi aane di. Bilkul bhi nahi. Balkay shayed yeh subha li jane wali eksperimental daway ke saath kisi shadeed tasadam ka natija tha. Main doosre manzil ke neechay daur raha tha, slow motion mein hil raha tha, lekin ab bhi maine hosla rakh raha tha. Phir, zor se, sab kuch ruk gaya.

Sadak aur metro ke shor o ghul se khaamoshi mein tabdeel hogayi, jo kabhi maine mehsoos nahi ki thi. Meri neechay ki harkat poori tarah se jam gayi lagti thi. Ambien ke asar se pehle, mairi waqt ki shanakht shayad haqiqi waqt ke muqabley mein kuch so sadahat thi. Jab Ambien asar karta to waqt hazaron guna tez chalne lagta. Har second mere liye dino tak lagta tha. Bas apni nazar ko ek naye point par tawajjo dena bhi mere liye bohat tez thi, jaise ke meri nazar ki field mein ek na-mumkin tez scroll karna.

Dophar ke doran, maine sekna, daurna, aur koodna kaise kiya, jab meri zehan dhaari mere jism se sau guna tez thi. Lekin Ambien ki taraf se aane wale char ya paanch daraje aur slow-down ke saath, jism ki tawajjo dena mushkil ho gaya. Main ne neeche ke stairs par girgaya. Halki baat thi ke main adhi raaste mein thehr gaya tha, lekin apni muscles ko control karna na mumkin tha. Main ne apne paun ko aage ke liye ghanto tak hukm diya, phir jab lagta ke agli manzil chhut jayegi to ghanto tak peeche le liya. Apni angle ko tez karne ki koshish ki ghanto tak, phir jab yeh ghalat mehsoos hua to dobara se tez karne ki koshish ki.

Agar tum tayyar ho aur Glenmont metro mein ho, toh please. mujhe maaro

In koshishon ke bawajood, agle stair par maine apni tangon ko phir se lapet liya. Dard ko yeh slow motion kam nahi kiya. Meri murnay wali tang par barhti hui takleef ki ghanto ghanto izafat hui. Dard ko mein samjhne ki koshish ki ghanto aur ghanto.

Maine jhapat liya, meri tez dimaag bilkul mere dheere jism ko control nahi kar saka. Main dinon tak niche behta raha, apne torsu ko itna ghuma ke, mere sir ko pehle zameen se takra na saku. Main aakhirkaar apne daaye kandhe par gir gaya. Pehle to takrao ka koi asar hi nahi hua. Phir maine apne kandhe mein halka sa dabaav mehsoos kiya jab woh zameen se jud gaya. Dabaav badh gaya, ghanto-ganto tak badhta hua dard la ke saath. Mere kandha aakhirkaar toot gaya, aise ki sans ruk gayi.

Dinon baad main ruk gaya, zameen par murjha hua, chhat par takta hua. Mere kandhe mein dard ab bhi ek taaza chot ki tarah cheekh raha tha. Is giravat ke doran mujhe sochne ka kaafi waqt mila. Agar har second mere liye dinon jaisa lag raha tha, to har minute haqiqi duniya ke liye saalon jaisi hogi. Agar nasha agle do teen ghanton mein khatam ho jata hai, toh yeh bhayanak sapna saalon tak kaafi lagta.

Jab maine zameen par gir kar ruk gaya, mere paas ek mansuba tha. Main kisi tarah platform tak pohunch kar khud ko train ke saamne dal dunga.

Maine apne haatho aur ghutno par ulat jhuka. Dinon tak mere dislocated kandhe ne aaraam ke liye roya. Main apne ulatne ko galat qaraar de kar dobara try kiya, aur apne peeth par palat gaya. Phir maine dobara koshish ki, jab maine apne aap ko control karna sikhna shuru kiya, jism jo ghaas se bhi dheere tha. Hafton ki mehnat ke baad, akhirkaar safalta mili – main apne haatho aur ghutno par sthir ho gaya.

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Agar sirf chaar haath par aana itna mushkil tha, to maine samjha ke chalna ya daurna bilkul mushkil hai. To main chubh gaya. Metro tunnel ke andar main chubh gaya. Crowded platform par logon ke chehron par bewaqoofi ke expressions mere liye hafton tak ruke rahe. Main turnstyle ke neeche chubh gaya aur escalator par gaya.

Escalator ne shor-o-sharaarat se bhari bhid ko platform par utaara, jaise ke himalaya barf ko samundar mein utaarta hai. Main apni kabhi na khatam hone wali neeche ki taraf dekhta tha. Train status sign par likha tha ke agli train bees minute mein aayegi. Bees minute mere liye saal ki tarah the. Main metro platform par maut ka intezar karke saal guzaarna hoga.

Main escalator se utra, commuters ke bewaqoofi wale chehron ke saath dinon tak muzir expressions ko sahkar. Phir, Main kuch foot aage crawl kiya aur ek concrete bench ke paas ghut gaya, apne kandhe mein dard kam karne ke liye ek aisa tareeqa dhundne ki koshish karte hue. Fir mere samay ka masla aur bhi bura ho gaya. Namumkin taur par bura ho gaya.

Sidhiyon par massive slow-down sirf is experimental dawai aur Ambien ke beech ki interaction ka aghaz tha. Jab main bench ke paas lipta hua tha, tab yeh mujh par poori tarah se asar kar gaya. Main palakta hoon. Andheron ke saal guzar gaye. Awaz pehle hi gayab ho chuki thi, aur meri palak se, nazar bhi gayab ho gayi. Sirf dard mere girne se tha.

Mere hyper-accelerated dimaag ne yeh dekha nahi ke sensory input ki kami ke liye samay waste kiya. Awaaz mere saath baat ki. Mere saath anjaan zubano mein gungunate rahe. Mere dimaag ki aankh ke saamne patterns aur chehre aur rang aaye aur gaye. Main apni poori zindagi yaad ki, aur ek nayi zindagi jiya. Main English bhool gaya. Phir, Main ek gehri mayoosiyat mein sama gaya. Main Khuda se baat ki. Main Khuda ban gaya. Aur, Main ek nayi duniya ka tasavvur kiya aur apni soch se usko zindagi di. Fir maine wohi sab dobara kiya. Aur phir.

Mere aankhen geologic tezise khuli. Ek halki roshni. Hafton. Roshni ki ek chhed. Hafton. Metro platform ka ek tang nazar – mere paas ke commuters ke paaon aur uske viprit diware par ek advertisement.

Maine apna phone apne jeb se nikala. Ek project jo dasyon mein poora hua. Main boredom kaise explain kar sakta hoon? Mere kandhe ka dard mere bore hone ke mukaable kuch nahi hai. Har soch jo main soch sakta hoon, maine use sadiyon se sau baar soch liya hai. Paaon aur advertisements ki view kabhi nahi badalti. Kabhi bhi nahi. Bore hone ki wajah se itna intehai hai ke woh haath lagne wala hai – jaise ek sakht metal aur patthar ka tukda meri mastak mein ghusa ho. Bina kuch kiye na ja sakne wala.

Mere options kiya hain? Agar main gir kar trackon par gir jao aur koi oncoming train mujhe dabane ke liye nahi aati, to main maut nahi marta. Main char-foot girne se aur bhi zyada dard ka samna karunga, lekin aksar platform par koi do-gooder mujhe bacha lega aur jab train aakhir kar aayegi to main kuch nahi kar sakunga. Meri takleef is manzar mein be-intiha hogi.

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To main train ka intezaar karta hoon. Taa’kay main apne aap ko train ke neeche daal sakoon. Jab woh aakhir kar mujh par aayegi, to main us dard ka saamna karunga ke mere jism ko saalon tak tukdon mein phata jayega, aakhir kar zindagi ki roshni mere dimaag se chali jayegi aur meri taqleef khatam ho jayegi.

Main nay iss bench kay paounon ke neechay hazaron zindagiyan guzaarin hain. Mairi rooh mein kisi insaan se ziada umer hai, jo kabhi zindagi guzaari hai. Meri zindagi ka bara hissa aik subway platform ke zameen par bikhri hui takleef ki tasveer hai, jahan per ankho aur ishaaroon ki be-thi hui manzil hai.

Ye post mairi Plan B hai. Mairi Hail Mary. Mairi bari baazi. Main nay lifetimes guzaar kar iss paigham ko type kar ke post karna hai umeed hai ke koi isay parhay ga aur yakeenan isay samjhay ga ke meri takleef khatam honi chahiye. Koi iss platform per abhi mojud hai. Koi aisa shakhs jo bench ke neechay murajj’at aaya hua shakhs dhundhay ga, escalator ke neechay aaya hua shakhs aur usay jald az jald qatal karay ga. Aik goli sir par.

Agar aap armament aur Glenmont metro per mojud hain, toh please mujhe goli maar dein.

Khatam!!

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