Hi, Main Anjali…! khair chhodo! Naam mein kya rakha hai? chhichhore ladkon ko vaise bhi naam se jyada ‘Kaam’ se matlab rahta hai. Isiliye sirf ‘Kaam’ ki hi baatein karoongi. Main aaj 22 ki ho gayi hoon. Kuchh baras pahle tak mein bilkul ‘flat’ thi.. aage se bhi.. aur pichhe se bhi. par School bus mein aate jate; ladkon ke kandhon ki ragad kha kha kar mujhe pata hi nahi chala ki kab mere kulhon aur chhatiyon par charbi chadh gayi.. Baali umar mein hi mere nitamb beech se ek faank nikaale huye gol tarbooj ki tarah ubhar gaye. meri chhati par bhagwan ke diye do anmol ‘fal’ bhi ab ‘amroodon’ se badhkar moti moti ‘sebon’ jaise ho gaye the. Main kayi baar bathroom mein nangi hokar achraj se unhe dekha karti thi.. chhoo kar.. daba kar.. masal kar. mujhe aisa karte huye ajeeb sa anand aata .. ‘wahan bhi.. aur neeche bhi.

Mere gore chitte badan par uss chhoti si khas jagah ko chhodkar kahin baalon ka namo-nishan tak nahi tha.. hulke hulke meri bagal mein bhi the. Uske alawa gardan se lekar pairon tak main ekdum chikni thi. Class ke ladkon ko lalchayi najron se apni chhati par jhool rahe ‘Sebon’ ko ghoorte dekh meri Jaanghon ke beech chhipi baithi hulke hulke baalon wali, magar chiknahat se bhari titli ke pankh fadfadane lagte aur chhatiyon par gulabi rangat ke ‘anaar daane’ tan kar khade ho jate. par mujhe koyi farak nahi pada. Haan, kabhi kabhar sharm aa jati thi. ye bhi nahi aati agar mummy ne nahi bola hota,”ab tu badi ho gayi hai Anju.. Bra daalni shuru kar de aur chunni bhi liya kar!”

Sach kahoon toh mujhe apne unmukt urojon ko kisi maryada mein bandh kar rakhna kabhi nahi suhaya aur na hi unko chunni se parde mein rakhna. Mouka milte hi main bra ko jaanboojh kar bathroom ki khoonti par hi taang jati aur class mein manchale ladkon ko apne ird gird mandraate dekh maje leti.. Main aksar jaan boojh apne hath upar utha angadayi si leti aur meri chhatiyan tan kar jhoolne si lagti. Uss waqt mere saamne khade ladkon ki halat kharab ho jati… kuchh toh apne honton par aise jeebh ferne lagte mano mouka milte hi mujhe noch daalenge. class ki sab ladkiyan mujhse jalne lagi.. halanki ‘wo’ sab unke paas bhi tha.. par mere jaisa nahi..

Main padhayi mein bilkul bhi achchhi nahi thi par sabhi male-teachers ka ‘poora pyar’ mujhe milta tha. ye unka pyar hi toh tha ki home-work na karke le jane par bhi wo muskurakar bina kuchh kahe chupchap copy band karke mujhe pakda dete.. baki sab ki pitayi hoti. Par haan, wo mere padhayi mein dhyan na dene ka harjana wasool karna kabhi nahi bhoolte the. Jis kisi ka bhi khali period nikal aata; kisi na kisi bahane se mujhe staffroom mein bula hi lete. Mere hathon ko apne hath mein lekar masalte huye mujhe samjhate rahte. kamar se chipka hua unka dusra hath dheere dheere fisalta hua mere nitambon par aa tikta. Mujhe padhai par ‘aur jyada’ dhyan dene ko kahte huye wo mere nitambon par hulki hulki chapat lagate huye mere Nitambon ki thirkan ka maja loot’te rahte.. mujhe padhayi ke faayde ginwate huye aksar wo ‘bhawuk’ ho jate the, aur chapat lagana bhool nitambon par hi hath jama lete. Kabhi kabhi toh unki ungaliyan skirt ke upar se hi meri ‘daraar’ ki gahraayi maapne ki koshish karne lagti…

Unka dhyan har waqt unki thapkiyon ke karan lagataar thirakti rahti meri chhatiyon par hi hota tha.. par kisi ne kabhi ‘unn’ par jhapatta nahi mara. Shayad ‘wo’ ye sochte honge ki kahin mein bidak na jaaoon.. par main unko kabhi chahkar bhi nahi bata payi ki mujhe aisa karwate huye meethi-meethi khujali hoti hai aur bahut aanand aata hai…

Haan! ek baat main kabhi nahi bhool paaungi.. Mere history wale sir ka hath aise hi samjhate huye ek din kamar se nahi, mere ghutno se chalna shuru hua.. aur dheere dheere meri skirt ke andar ghus gaya. Apni kele ke taney jaisi lambi gori aur chikni jaanghon par unke ‘kaampte’ huye hath ko mahsoos karke main machal uthi thi… Khushi ke maare maine aankhein band karke apni jaanghein khol di aur unke hath ko meri jaanghon ke beech mein upar chadhta hua mahsoos karne lagi.. Achanak meri phool jaisi najuk yoni se pani sa tapakne laga..

Achanak unhone meri jaanghon mein buri tarah fansi huyi ‘kachchhi’ ke andar ungali ghusa di.. par hadbadi aur jaldbazi mein galti se unki ungali seedhi meri chikni hokar tapak rahi yoni ki moti moti faankon ke beech ghus gayi.. main dard se tilmila uthi.. achanak huye iss prahar ko main sahan nahi kar payi. Chhatpatate huye maine apne aapko unse chhudaya aur deewar ki taraf munh fer kar khadi ho gayi… meri aankhein dabdaba gayi thi..

Main iss sari prakriya ke ‘pyar se’ fir shuru hone ka intjaar kar hi rahi thi ki ‘wo’ master mere aage hath jodkar khada ho gaya,”Pls Anjali.. mujhse galati ho gayi.. main bahak gaya tha… kisi se kuchh mat kahna.. meri noukari ka sawaal hai…!” Iss’se pahle main kuchh bolne ki himmat jutati; bina matlab ki bakbak karta hua wo staffroom se bhag gaya.. mujhe tadapti chhodkar..

Nigodi ‘ungali’ ne mere youvan ko iss kadar bhadkaya ki main apne jalwon se ladkon ke dilon mein aag lagana bhool apni nanhi si fudakti yoni ki pyas bujhane ki jugat mein rahne lagi. iske liye maine apne ang-pradarshan abhiyan ko aur tej kar diya. Anjaan si bankar, khujali karne ke bahane main bench par baithi huyi skirt mein hath daal usko jaanghon tak upar khiska leti aur class mein ladkon ki seetiyan bajne lagti. Ab poore din ladkon ki baaton ka kendra main hi rahne lagi. Aaj ahsaas hota hai ki yoni mein ek baar aur mardani ungali karwane ke chakkar mein main kitni badnaam ho gayi thi.
Khair; mera ‘kaam’ jald hi ban jata agar ‘wo’ (jo koyi bhi tha) mere bag mein nihayat hi ashleel letter daalne se pahle mujhe bata deta. Kash letter mere chhotu bhaiya se pahle mujhe mil jata! ‘gadhe’ ne letter seedha mere sharabi papa ko pakda diya aur raat ko nashe mein dhutt hokar papa mujhe apne saamne khadi karke letter padhne lage:

” hi jane-man!

kya khati ho yaar? itni mast hoti ja rahi ho ki sare ladkon ko apna deewana bana ke rakh diya. Tumhari ‘papite’ jaise choonchiyon ne hamein pahle hi pagal bana rakha tha, ab apni gouri chikni jaanghein dikha dikha kar kya hamari jaan lene ka irada hai? aise hi chalta raha toh tum apne sath ‘iss’ saal Exam mein sab ladkon ko bhi le doobogi..

Par mujhe tumse koyi gila nahi hai. Tumhari mastani choonchiyan dekhkar main dhanya ho jata tha; ab nangi chikni jaanghein dekhkar toh jaise amar hi ho gaya hoon. Fir paas ya fail hone ki parwah kise hai agar roj tumhare angon ke darshan hote rahein. Ek request hai, pls maan lena! Skirt ko thoda sa aur upar kar diya karo taki main tumhari geeli ‘kachchhi’ ka rang dekh sakoon. School ke bathroom mein jakar tumhari kalpna karte huye apne lund ko hilata hoon toh baar baar yahi sawaal mann mein ubharta rahta hai ki ‘kachchhi’ ka rang kya hoga.. iss wajah se mere lund ka ras nikalne mein deri ho jati hai aur class mein teachers ki sun’ni padti hai… pls, ye baat aage se yaad rakhna!

Tumhari kasam jaane-man, ab toh mere sapno mein bhi priyanka chopda ki jagah nangi hokar tum hi aane lagi ho. ‘wo’ toh ab mujhe tumhare saamne kuchh bhi nahi lagti. Sone se pahle 2 baar khayalon mein tumhe poori nangi karke chod’te huye apne lund ka ras nikalta hoon, fir bhi subah mera ‘kachchha’ geela milta hai. Fir subah bister se uthne se pahle tumhe ek baar jaroor yaad karta hoon.

Maine suna hai ki ladkiyon mein chudayi ki bhookh ladkon se bhi jyada hoti hai. tumhare andar bhi hogi na? Waise toh tumhari chudayi karne ke liye sabhi apne lund ko tel lagaye firte hain; par tumhari kasam janeman, main tumhe sabse jyada pyar karta hoon, asli wala. Kisi aur ke bahkawe mein mat aana, jyadatar ladke chodte huye pagal ho jate hain. wo tumhari kunwari choot ko ekdum faad daalenge. par main sab kuchh ‘pyar se karoonga.. tumhari kasam. pahle ungali se tumhari choot ko thodi si kholoonga aur chat chat kar andar bahar se poori tarah geeli kar doonga.. fir dheere dheere lund andar karne ki koshish karunga, tumne khushi khushi le liya toh theek, warna chhod doonga.. tumhari kasam jaaneman.

agar tumne apni chudayi karwane ka mood bana liya ho toh kal apna laal rumaal lekar aana aur usko recess mein apne bench par chhod dena. Fir main bataunga ki kab kahan aur kaise milna hai!

Pls jaan, Ek baar sewa ka mouka jaroor dena. Tum hamesha yaad rakhogi aur roj roj chudayi karwane ki sochogi, Mera dawa hai.

Tumhara Aashiq!

Letter mein shuddh ‘kaamras’ ki baatein padhte padhte papa ka nasha kab kafur ho gaya, shayad unhe bhi ahsaas nahi hua. Sirf Isiliye shayad main uss raat kunwari rah gayi. Warna wo mere sath bhi waisa hi karte jaisa unhone badi didi ‘Nimmo’ ke sath kuchh saal pahle kiya tha.

Main toh khair uss waqt chhoti si thi. Didi ne hi bataya tha. Suni sunayi bata rahi hoon. Visvash ho toh theek warna mera kya chaat loge?

Papa Nimmo ko baalon se pakadkar ghaseet’te huye upar laye the. Sharaab pine ke baad papa se ulajhne ki himmat ghar mein koyi nahi karta. Mummy khadi khadi tamasha dekhti rahi. Baal pakad kar 5-7 karaare jhapad Nimmon ko mare aur uski gardan ko daboch liya. fir jaane unke mann mein kya khayal aaya; bole,” Saja bhi waisi hi honi chahiye jaisi galati ho!” Didi ke kameej ko dono hathon se gale se pakda aur ek hi jhatke mein taar taar kar dala; kameej ko bhi aur didi ki ‘ijjat’ ko bhi. Didi ke meri tarah mastaye huye gol gol kabootar jo thode bahut uske sameej ne chhupa rakhe the; agle jhatke ke baad wo bhi chhupe nahi rahe. Didi batati hain ki papa ke saamne ‘unko’ fadakte dekh unhe khoob sharam aayi thi. unhone apne hathon se ‘unhe’ chhipane ki koshish ki toh papa ne ‘teachers’ ki tarah usko hath upar karne ka aadesh de diya.. ‘teachers’ ki baat par ek aur baat yaad aa gayi, par wo baad mein sunaaungi….

Haan toh main bata rahi thi.. haan.. toh didi ke dono santre hath upar karte hi aur bhi tan kar khade ho gaye. Jaise unko sharm nahi garv ho raha ho. Daano ki nok bhi papa ki aur hi ghoor rahi thi. Ab bhala mere papa ye sab kaise sahan karte? Papa ke saamne toh aaj tak koyi bhi nahi akada tha. fir wo kaise akad gaye? Papa ne dono choochiyon ke daanon ko kaskar pakda aur masal diya. didi batati hain ki uss waqt unki yoni ne bhi ras chhod diya tha. Par kambakht ‘kabootaron’ par iska koyi asar nahi hua. wo toh aur jyada akad gaye.

Fir toh didi ki khair hi nahi thi. Gusse ke mare Unhone didi ki salwar ka nada pakda aur kheench liya. didi ne hath neeche karke salwar sambhalne ki koshish ki toh ek sath kayi jhapad pade. bechari didi kya karti? unke hath upar ho gaye aur Salwar neeche. Gusse gusse mein hi unhone unki ‘kachchhi’ bhi neeche kheench di aur gurrate huye bole,” kutiya! Murgi ban ja udhar munh karke”.. aur didi ban gayi murgi.
haye! didi ko kitni sharm aayi hogi, soch kar dekho! papa didi ke pichhe charpayi par baith gaye the. didi janghon aur ghutno tak nikli huyi salwar ke beech mein se sab kuchh dekh rahi thi. Papa uske gol matol chutadon ke beech unke dono chhedon ko ghoor rahe the. didi ki yoni ki faankein darr ke mare kabhi khul rahi thi, kabhi band ho rahi thi. Papa ne gusse mein uske nitambon ko apne hathon mein pakda aur unhe beech se cheerne ki koshish karne lage. Shukra hai didi ke chutad sudoul the, papa safal nahi ho paye!

“kisi se marwa bhi li hai kya kutiya?” papa ne thak haar kar unhe chhodte huye kaha tha.

Didi ne bataya ki mana karne ke bawjood unko visvash nahi hua. Mummy se mombatti lane ko bola. Dari sahmi darwaje par khadi sab kuchh dekh rahi mummy chup chap rasoyi mein gayi aur unko mombatti lakar de di.

Jaisa ‘uss’ ladke ne khat mein likha tha, papa bade nirdayi nikle. didi ne bataya ki unki yoni ka chhed moti mombatti ki patli nok se dhoondh kar ek hi jhatke mein andar ghusa di. Didi ka sir seedha jameen se ja takraya tha aur papa ke hath se chhootne par bhi mombatti yoni mein hi fansi rah gayi thi. Papa ne mombatti nikali toh wo khoon se lathpath thi. tab jakar papa ko yakeen hua ki unki beti kunwari hi hai (thi). aisa hai papa ka gussa!

Didi ne bataya ki uss din aur uss ‘mombatti’ ko wo kabhi nahi bhool payi. Mombatti ko toh usne ‘Nishani’ ke tour par apne paas hi rakh liya.. Wo batati hain ki uske baad shadi tak ‘wo’ mombatti hi bhari jawani mein unka sahara bani. jaise andhe ko lakdi ka sahara hota hai, waise hi didi ko bhi mombatti ka sahara tha shayad

Khair, Bhagwan ka shukra hai mujhe unhone ye kahkar hi bakhs diya,” Kutiya! Mujhe visvash tha ki tu bhi meri aulad nahi hai. Teri mummy ki tarah tu bhi randi hai randi! Aaj ke baad tu school nahi jayegi” kahkar wo upar chale gaye.. Thank God! Main bach gayi. Didi ki tarah mera kunwarapan dekhne ke chakkar mein unhone meri seal nahi todi.

Lage hathon ‘didi’ ki wo chhoti si galti bhi sun lo jiski wajah se papa ne unhe itni ‘sakht’ saza di…

Darasal gali ke ‘kallu’ se bade dino se didi ki gutargoo chal rahi thi.. bus aankhon aur isharon mein hi. Dheere dheere dono ek dusre ko prempatra likh likh kar unka ‘jahaj’ bana bana kar ek dusre ki chhaton par fainkne lage. Didi batati hain ki kayi baar ‘kallu’ ne choot aur lund se bhare prempatra hamari chhat par udaye aur apne paas bulane ki prarthna ki. par didi bebas thi. karan ye tha ki sham 8:00 bajte hi hamare ‘sariyon’ wale darwaje par tala lag jata tha aur chabi papa ke paas hi rahti thi. fir na koyi andar aa pata tha aur na koyi bahar ja pata tha. Aap khud hi sochiye, didi bulati bhi toh bulati kaise?

Par ek din kallu taish mein aakar Sunny deol ban gaya. ‘jahaj’ mein likh bheja ki aaj raat agar 12:00 baje darwaja nahi khula toh wo sariye ukhad dega. Didi batati hain ki ek din pahle hi unhone chhat se usko apni choot, choochiyan aur chootad dikhaye the, isiliye wah pagla gaya tha, Pagal!

Didi ko ‘pyar’ ke josh aur jajbe ki parakh thi. unko visvas tha ki ‘kallu’ ne kah diya toh kah diya. Wo jaroor aayega.. aur aaya bhi. didi 12 bajne se pahle hi kallu ko manakar darwaje ke ‘sariye’ bachane neeche pahunch chuki thi.. mummy aur papa ki charpayioyn ke paas dali apni charpayi se uthkar!

Didi ke lakh samjhane ke baad wo ek hi shart par mana “Choos choos kar nikalwana padega!”

Didi khush hokar maan gayi aur jhat se ghutne take kar neeche baith gayi. Didi batati hain ki Kallu ne apna ‘lund’ khada kiya aur sariyon ke beech se didi ko pakda diya.. Didi batati hain ki usko ‘wo’ garam garam aur choosne mein bada khatta Meetha lag raha tha. Choosne chusane ke chakkar mein dono ki aankh band ho gayi aur tabhi khuli jab papa ne pichhe se aakar Didi ko pichhe kheench lund muskil se bahar nikalwaya.

Papa ko dekhte hi ghar ke sariye tak ukhad dene ka dawa karne wala ‘Kallu Deol’ toh pata hi nahi chala kahan gayab hua. Bechari didi ko itni badi saja akele sahan karni padi. Sala Kallu bhi pakda jata aur uske chhed mein bhi mombatti ghusti toh usko pata toh chalta mombatti andar dalwane mein kitna dard hota hai.

iss kahani ka agal hissa padhne ke liye aapke replys ka intezaar rhaiga…