Us waqt main sirf 4 saal ka ek chhota sa bachcha tha. Meri aankhon mein koi bada sapna ya duniya jeetne ki chahat nahi thi, bas ek masoomiyat thi. Mere Papa Ji door shehar mein mehnat kar rahe the, unke paseene ki kamai jab ghar pahunchti, toh Maa use apni mamta se seenchti. Maa ne akele dam par bhag-daud ki, garmi aur thakan ki parwah kiye bina mera hath thame 'Lord Buddha' school ki dehleez tak pahunchaya. Wo 4 saal ka Sameer, jo abhi theek se duniya ko dekh bhi nahi paya tha, use school ke baste ke niche apni pehchan talashni thi.
School mein, main sabse chhota aur nazook tha. Kabhi meri pencil gayab ho jati, kabhi meri pasandida kitab koi utha le jata. Main bas apni un nanhi aankhon se apni khali desk ko dekhta reh jata. Wo pencils, jo Papa ki mehnat se aayi thin, wo meri duniya ka sabse keemti hissa thin. Ghar lautkar jab main Maa ko tooti-footi zubaan mein batata ki "Maa, aaj phir pencil kho gayi," toh Maa ka chehra dekhkar mujhe ehsas hota ki kuch toh galat ho raha hai.
Dhire-dhire waqt beet-ta gaya aur main 12 saal ka ho gaya tha. Ab main wo 4 saal ka masoom bachcha nahi tha, par 12 saal ki ye umar badi kachchi aur khatarnak thi. In saalon mein maine dekha ki kaise Papa Ji ghar se door rehkar khud ko gala rahe the aur Maa sangharsh ki lakeeron ke beech mujhe paal rahi thin. Par isi umar mein mujh par ek galat sohabat ka saaya pad gaya. Ek ladke ne mujhe mobile ka lalach dikhaya, aur us chamak-dhamak ke peeche main itna andha ho gaya ki apne hi ghar mein chori karne laga. Papa ki wo kamai jo unhone khoon-paseena ek karke bheji thi, main use dhire-dhire uthane laga. Mujhe laga tha ki wo mobile meri zindagi badal dega, par mujhe kya pata tha ki jis ladke ko main dost samajh raha tha, wo mera fayda utha raha tha. Usne mujhse paise toh chori karwa liye, mobile bhi khareeda, par use apne paas rakh liya aur mujhe beech raaste mein dhokha de diya.
Us din mujhe apni bebasi par rona aaya. Mujhe yaad aaya ki kaise Dadi Ji kehti thin ki 'lalach insaan ko andha kar deta hai', aur aaj main us andhepan ka shikaar ho chuka tha. Dadaji ke us kade anushasan ki kami mujhe aaj mehsoos ho rahi thi, kyunki agar wo hote toh shayad mujhme itni himmat na aati ki main ghar ke paise chhoota. Jab us dost ne mujhe dhokha diya, toh mujhe us mobile se zyada dukh is baat ka hua ki maine apne Papa ke bharose ko toda tha. 12 saal ki umar mein mili is chot ne mujhe sikha diya ki bahar ki duniya bahut zaalim hai, aur yahan har koi aapke bholepan ki keemat vasoolne ke liye taiyaar baitha hai12 saal ki wo umar, jahan bachpana khatam ho raha tha aur duniya ki kadwahat ne dastak de di thi. Ek tatha-kathit dost ne mere hath mein mobile ka wo haseen sapna thamaya, aur usi ke peeche bhagte-bhagte main apne hi ghar ka chor ban gaya. Jab us ladke ne paise ainther aur mobile khareedkar mujhe beech raah mein dutkar diya, toh pehli baar mujhe samajh aaya ki ye duniya aapke bholepan ko nochne ke liye har waqt ghat lagaye baithi hai. Ghar ka wo manzar aaj bhi kaanp uthata hai; Papa ka gussa kisi jwalamukhi ki tarah phata tha. Gas cylinder ke us kaale pipe se jab mujh par prahaar huye, toh har chot ke sath mere shareer se neela nishan nahi, balki mera wo masoom Sameer bahar nikal raha tha. Wo maar mujhe tod dene ke liye nahi, balki us patthar ko tarashne ke liye thi jo aage aane wali zindagi ke thapedon ko sah sake.
Waqt ki dhool jami aur main Delhi ki galiyon mein pahunch gaya. Wahan Papa ka apna samrajya tha—unki apni canteen, jise unhone apni jawani ki har boond jalakar khada kiya tha. Wahan ki hawa mein mehnat aur umeedon ki khushbu thi, par meri aankhon par toh bhatkaw ka parda tha. Ek din, canteen ki bheed ke beech, maine chhipkar wo pehli cigarette nikali. Jaise hi maine use hothon se lagaya, mano mere khandan ki saari maryada us dhuen ke ghere mein aane ko betab thi. Tabhi ek rishtedar ki nazar padi aur bijli ki tarah khabar Papa tak pahunchi. Mera jism phir se us gas pipe ki maar ke liye taiyaar tha, maine aankhein moond lin. Par jab aankhein khulin, toh saamne koi pipe nahi, balki Papa ki wo aankhein thin jinmein saalon ki mehnat ka dard aur toote huye bharose ka samandar tha. Unhone ek lafz nahi kaha, par unki us ek pyaar bhari, nam nigah ne meri rooh ko lalkar diya. Us khamoshi ne mujhse pucha—'Kya isi din ke liye maine ye canteen banayi thi?' Us pal ke baad, maine cigarette aur har us saaye ko laat maar di jo mujhe mere Maa-Baap ki nazron mein gira de. Dadi Ji ka wo dular aur Dadaji ka wo khoya hua rasookh paane ka junoon usi din mere andar paida hua.Delhi ka woh daur khatam hua aur waqt ka pahiya mujhe wapas mere gaon Mihinpurwa le aaya. Papa abhi bhi Delhi mein hi apna kaam dekh rahe the, lekin gaon mein har koi yahi kehta ki unhein ab wapas laut aana chahiye. Apno ki salah aur parivar ki zaroorat ko samajhte huye Papa ne ek bada faisla liya. Unhone Delhi ka apna jama-jamaya kaam chhoda aur Mihinpurwa ki galiyon mein apni Fruit ki dukan khol li.
Us waqt main Class 6th mein pahunch chuka tha aur Sarvodaya Inter College mein meri padhai chal rahi thi. Papa ka door pardes mein hone ke bajaye roz aankhon ke saamne hona mere liye kisi vardan se kam nahi tha. Jab main school ki vardi pehenkar Sarvodaya college ke liye nikalta aur raste mein Papa ko apni fruit ki dukan par mehnat karte dekhta, toh mera mann garv se bhar jata. Woh phalon ki dukan sirf ek vyapar nahi tha, balki woh prateek tha Papa ke us sangharsh ka jo unhone hamare sath rehne ke liye kiya tha. Ab mujhe kisi galat sohabat ki zaroorat nahi thi, kyunki har shaam jab main school se laut-ta, toh Papa ka chehra dekhkar mujhe apni zimmedariyon ka ehsas ho jata. Dadi Ji ki duayein aur Dadaji ka anushasan ab mere sath tha, aur Papa ki us dukan ki phalon ki mahak mere poore jeevan ko nayi disha de rahi thi.Mihinpurwa mein Papa ki fruit ki dukan ab hamari zindagi ka naya thikana thi. Main us waqt Class 6th mein tha aur Sarvodaya Inter College mein padhta tha. Sach kahoon toh main thoda kaamchor kism ka tha; kabhi-kabhi Papa ki dukan par jata toh zaroor tha, par kaam karne mein mera mann kam hi lagta tha. Usi dauran, kareeb 2021-22 ke aas-paas, Papa ne apna pehla touch mobile liya—ek chhota sa 'Itel' ka 3G phone. Papa ke liye woh sirf ek phone tha, par mere liye woh ek jaduwi pitara tha. Mujhe mobile ke bare mein kuch pata nahi tha, yahan tak ki ek baar toh maine jigyasa mein Papa ka woh phone kharab bhi kar diya tha. Lekin wahi phone meri kitab ka sabse aham hissa banne wala tha, jise maine 'Dark Side' naam diya hai.
Dhire-dhire maine khud us phone ko chalana seekha aur Sarvodaya college mein padhte huye hi, Class 6th ki umar mein maine apna pehla technical channel banaya. Mujhe yaad hai mera pehla video tha—"KineMaster kaise download karein?". Woh mera YouTube par pehla kadam tha. Papa dukan par mehnat karte aur main us chhote se Itel phone par apni digital duniya bun raha tha. Dadi Ji shayad is nayi takneek ko samajh na paatin, aur Dadaji shayad meri is 'kaamchori' par gussa hote, par mere andar ek junoon paida ho raha tha. Papa ko lagta tha ki main bas mobile se khel raha hoon, par main us Dark Side ki taraf badh raha tha jahan se meri ek alag pehchan shuru hone wali thi. Yeh meri kahani ka woh mukhya hissa hai jahan se ek sadharan se bachche ke andar ek 'creator' janam le raha tha.School ke un dinon mein mera koi khas dost nahi tha. Chahe bachpan ho ya Sarvodaya Inter College ke wo shuruati din, main hamesha khud ko bheed mein bhi akela hi paata tha. Jab doosre bachche saath khelte aur shararaten karte, main chupchaap apni hi duniya mein khoya rehta. Isi akelepan ne mujhe mobile ki us chhoti si screen ki ore dhakela. Mujhe laga ki agar asli duniya mein mera koi dost nahi, toh shayad ye digital duniya hi meri apni hogi. YouTube par video dekhte-dekhte mere mann mein yeh baat baith gayi thi ki mujhe bhi yahan kuch karna hai. Bhale hi aaj main kuch bada nahi kar paya hoon aur abhi sirf apni ye kahani likh raha hoon, lekin us 6th class ke bachche ke liye wo 'Itel' ka phone hi uska sabse bada sahara ban gaya tha. Papa ki fruit ki dukan par baithkar jab main apna pehla tech video (KineMaster wala) bana raha tha, tab mujhe nahi pata tha ki main safal hounga ya nahi, par mujhe ye pata tha ki ab main akela nahi hoon. Dadi Ji kehti thin ki 'parchhanyi bhi andhere mein saath chhod deti hai', par us andhere waqt mein YouTube hi meri roshni bana. Aaj bhale hi main YouTube par koi bada naam nahi hoon, par us akelepan se ladkar yahan tak pahunchna hi meri jeet ki shuruat thi.10th ki dehleez maine paar kar li thi. Woh board ki pariksha, jahan kabhi na ki gayi 'halki si madad' (cheating) ka sahara lena pada, woh ab peeche chhoot chuki thi. 11th ka woh pehla din, Mihinpurwa ki galiyon se hota hua main jab Sarvodaya Inter College ke gate par pahuncha, toh school ki ghanti baj chuki thi. Main class mein late pahuncha tha. Sab apni jagah chun chuke the, bas aakhri bench par ek ladka shant baitha tha—Salahuddin. Main uske paas ja baitha aur wahin se us silsile ki shuruat hui jisne meri poori duniya badal di. Salahuddin ne mujhse ek aise dost ka zikr kiya jo aaj nahi aaya tha, par jiski kami us bench par mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Agle din ki subah kuch alag thi. Main aur Salahuddin school ke gate ke paas khade uska intezar kar rahe the. Tabhi gate se ek saaya andar dakhil hua—woh Arbaz tha. Jaise hi woh kareeb aaya, maine bina kuch soche apna hath uski taraf badha diya. Woh ek hath milana, mano zindagi ke sabse bade saude par muhar lagana tha. Us waqt mujhe nahi pata tha ki Arbaz ka woh hath umar bhar ka sath ban jayega, jo har toofan mein mere kandhe se kandha milakar khada rahega. Aur Salahuddin? Woh chehra jo us waqt dost nazar aa raha dhire-dhire, asal mein woh ek aisa sabak banne wala tha jiski kadwahat mujhe taumr yaad rehni thi. Woh hath milana ek suspense ki shuruat thi—dost toh dono bane, par ek ne rooh tak sath nibhaya aur doosre ne peeth peeche khanjar ki taiyari kar li. Dadi Ji kehti thin, 'har hath milane wala dost nahi hota', aur main anjane mein ek farishte aur ek dhokhebaaz ke beech apni zindagi ki nayi kahani likh raha tha.
Par sawal yeh hai ki kya Sameer ki ye kahani yahin khatam ho jayegi? Kya mera safar is 'Dark Side' ke andhere mein hamesha ke liye dafan ho jayega?
Salahuddin hath toh mila chuka tha, par uske dimag mein gaddari ka kaun sa khofnak khel chal raha tha? Kya woh mujhe maut ka dhokha dega ya meri rooh ko zakhmi karega? Kya Arbaz ki wafa mujhe us khanjar se bacha payegi jo Salahuddin ne mere liye taiyaar kiya hai? Kya Sameer kabhi YouTube par apni pehchan bana payega ya apno ki gaddari use mitti mein mila degi? Takdeer ki sui atak chuki hai...
Saansein thaam lijiye, kyunki Part 5 mein wafa aur gaddari ka wo sach saamne aayega jo aapne kabhi socha bhi nahi hoga.