Uljhe Dor

16. Sangeet Aur Siyappa

  "Bhai, nazar lag jaayegi!" Aarohi bolti hai.

  "Nahi lagegi," Veer kehta hai. "Bandariya ko kaun nazar lagata hai?"

  "Tujhe to lag hi nahi sakti hai, tu ekdam bhikhari lag raha hai."

  "Hai na?" Shaivi bolti hai kamre mein aate hue. "Matlab, phate- cheete kapde pehne hue, baal tak nahi jhaada isne."

  "Hey! Mujhe laga ham friends hain ab."

  "Haan to? Dosti ke naate mera farz banta hai ki main tumhe bezzati se bachaun."

  "Clearly tumhe fashion samajh nahi aata hai. Yeh phate nahi hain, yeh aise hi hain, aur mehenge bhi hain. Aur mere baal, maine inhe aise style kiya hai."

  "Bhagwaan jaane aaj kal 'fashion' kahan jaa raha hai." Shaivi air- quotes karte hue bolti hai. "Chalo sahi hai, kam se kam bhikhariyon ko bura nahi lagega apne haalat par."

  "Inka friendship hua hai?" Kunal Ansh se sarcastically puchhta hai.

  "Veer to yahi keh raha hai. Shaivi bhi abhi yahi boli."

  "Bas!" Aarohi zor se bolti hai taaki Veer aur Shaivi apne behes ke upar uski aawaz sun sake. "Aaj meri sangeet hai, centre of attention mujhe hona chahiye lekin spotlight tum dono le rahe ho."

  "Iklauti behen hai hamari, har wakt spotlight tujhpar hi hoti hai." Kunal kehta hai.

  "Aur aaj bhi hoga. Ab tum dono ladna band karo, bechari Bela Di ko dara diya. Bela Di, andar aaiye na."

  "Main dekhne aayi thi tum tayyar hui ki nahi. Kuchh der mein neeche jaana hai."

  "I'm ready, Bela Di."

  "Hindi mein bolo, ise samajh nahi aayega." Kunal playfully taunt karta hai.

  "Hamein Angrezi samajh aati hai. Ham bhale hi aapke tarah hi-fi school mein nahi padhe hain lekin ham bhi English medium school mein padhe hain. Bas aapki tarah apni paidaishi dikhane ke liye apni maatr- bhasha nahi bhool gaye hain. Aur agar aapko aisa hamare 'ham' ka istamal karne se lagta hai to ham aapko bata dete hain ki 'ham' kehna ek tarah se apne- aap ko sammaan dena hai. 'Ham' kehne ka arth hai ki ham dusron ki aur apne aap ki bhi izzat karte hain. 'Ham' kehne se ham gawar nahi ho jayenge. Aap UP mein pair to rakh ke dekhiye, wahan ham kehna nawabon ki boli maani jaati hai. So, stop taunting me, Mr. Mehrotra, because I can not only understand, but also speak English. Hamein aapki kahi har shabd ka matlab bhale hi na pata ho, lekin ham jitna jaante hain utna kaafi hai. Akhir ham professor ki beti hain."

  "Damn, Bela!" Ansh, Veer aur Aarohi Bela se impress ho jaate hain. Kunal aur Shaivi bhi shock ho jaate hain. "Yeh kahan se aaya? Tum to chhupi rustam nikli."

  Bela ke chehre par muskaan aa jaati hai sabko usse impressed dekhkar. "Shukriya, Ansh."

  "Kya shukriya? Har wakt tum mother India kyun ban jaati ho? Aur mujhe jitni tumhare 'ham' bolne se problem nahi hai usse zyada to tumhe mere English bolne se hai. Tumhara bas chale to tum mujhe desh drohi declare kar do. Tum aise mahaul mein badi hui jahan Hindi zyada boli jaati hai. Main usi tarah city mein bada hua jahan aise hi baat hota hai. Maine hamesha yahi dekha hai aur aise hi jeeta aaya hoon. Aur tum ho kaun, kya samajhti ho apne aap ko jo hamesha mujhe tokte rehti ho?"

  "Ham aapko kuchh nahi bolte agar aap wo nahi bolte jo aapne bola. Aapne waisa kyun bola? Aapne hi hamara muh khulwaya hai. Aur yun to aap boliye mat. Koi mauka nahi chhodte hamein hamari boli ke liye taane maarne se."

  "Uffo! Pehle Veer aur Shaivi aur ab aap dono. Meri sangeet ki kisi ko padi hi nahi hai."

  "Arrey haan! Aarohi, ham tumhe hi dekhne aaye the ki tum tayyar hui ki nahi. Ham tumhe bulane aayenge thodi der mein. Kunal, aapki bhi sangeet hai aaj, aap tayyar kyun nahi hue hain?"