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UPDATE 21
Abb aaya ye naalayak?
Sumit ke ghar aate hi uske Papa usse ghurte hue bole...Sumit ka roop dekh unhe aur bhi gussa aaya.
Pure pasina se bheenga hua sharir...Chehra mein jeet ki khushi...Ek haath mein bat aur dusre mein trophy.
Sumit:- Aapne pehchanne mein galti kar diya...Mein naayak (hero) nahi cricketer hun.
S. Dad:- Naayak nahi naalayak hai tu.
Sumit:- Lekin iss trophy ke laayak to hun.
S. Dad:- Exam kab se hai?
Sumit:- Kya Papa aap bhi? Beta ne aaj century banaya...Ye aap nahi puchenge?
S. Dad:- Exam aane wala hai...Aur tu sirf khelta reh.
Sumit:- 42 balls mein century.
S. Dad:- Iss baar result accha aana chahiye.
Sumit:- 11 chakka aur 5 chauka
S. Dad:- Tu serious kab hoga?
Sumit:- Man of the Match.
S. Dad:- Dekh Sumit...Abb mujhe gussa aa raha hai.
Sumit:- Man of the Tournament.
S. Dad:- Sumittt
Iss baar Sumit ke Papa itne gusse mein bole ki Sumit ko bhi ehsaas ho gaya ki majaak kuch jyada ho gaya.
Sumit:- Aap to mere taarif kabhi karenge nahi...Issi liye mai khud apna taarif kar raha hun.
S. Dad:- Pehle padh likh kar bada insaan ban fir to tera taarif hi karta rahunga.
Sumit:- Bada insaan banu...Matlab kis cheej mein? Umar mein...Height mein ya fir kis cheej mein?
S. Dad:- Tera kuch nahi ho sakta?
Itna keh kar wo apna sir peetne lagte hai.
Sumit:- Kya Papa aap bhi? Abhi to mera bahut kuch hona baaki hai...Pyar hona baaki hai, shaadi hona baaki hai, bacche hona baaki hai.
Sumit ke Papa ka chehra dekh aisa lag raha tha jaise wo kabhi bhi ro denge.
S. Dad:- Tere hi class ke dost doctori ki padhaai kar rahe hai, engineering ki padhaai kar rahe hai...Aur tu B Pharma padh raha hai...Padh kya raha hai? Time pass kar raha hai...Kam se kam yahi to padh le.
Sumit:- Bill Gates bhi utna nahi padha hai jitna uske company mein kaam karne wale engineers?
S. Dad:- Matlab?
Sumit:- Matlab ye pitaa ji ki ye doctor log jitna bhi padh likh le...Ye prescribe wohi dawaai karenge jo hum log banayenge.
Degree se jaruri hai akal...Jo mujhe aapse hi milaa hai.
S. Dad:- Tu sirf baatein hi karta reh...Aur log tere bare mein baatein bana rahe hai.
Sumit:- Aur kaun hai wo faaltu baithe maha purush...Jinke paas itna vakt hai?
S. Dad:- Yahi padosh ke tere Mahesh Uncle.
Fir Sumit table par rakhe Papa ke mobile utha kar sidha Mahesh uncle ko call karta hai.
Hello.
Pehle hi ring tone mein call connect ho gaya.
Sumit:- Uncle mai hu Sumit.
Haan Sumit beta...Bolo...Kaise ho? Tumhara to edam aane wala hai naa?
Sumit:- Haan uncle...2 din baad hai...Ye puchne ke liye call kiya tha ki aap thik to hai naa? Mera matlab? Dusro ki jindagi mein jhaankne ki beemari?
Tameez se baat karo?
Sumit:- Jee uncle...Tameez to mai sikh lunga...Jara aap apne beton ko sikhaiye kaise padhna chahiye...Jaise aap mere Papa ko salaah dete hai...Ek ka engineering clear nahi ho raha hai aur dusre ka 12 clear nahi ho raha hai.
Sumit ka itna hi kehna tha ki dusri taraf se call cut ho gaya.
S. Dad:- Ye kya badtameezi hai? Awaarapna to karta hi tha abb pure society mein naak bhi katwayega.
Sumit:- Izzat...Ye kuch jyada hi overrated shabd hai...Aap bas apna kaam acche se karte rahiye...Jinko izzat karna hoga karenge...Mahesh Uncle jaise log to jaha kahi bhi milenge taank jhaank karne aur shikayat karne.
Iss baar Sumit ki Papa chup hi rahe.
"Bhaiya aap to Papa ko hi gyan dene lage."
Mauka dekh Sumit ki behan Rashmi boli.
Sumit:- Tu to chup hi reh junglee billi...Agar tera kaand bataane laga to Papa ka gussa tujh par shift ho jaayega.
Rashmi:- Papa dekhiye naa bhaiya ko...
S. Dad:- Chup raho tum dono...Pehle hi mai isse pareshan hun...Aur abb tum dono.
Sumit ke Papa sir pakadte hue bole...Paas mein hi khadi Sumit ki Maa ye sab dekh kar hans rahi thi.
S. Dad:- Aur hanso...
Itna keh kar wo chale gaye...Fir Sumit bhi apne room mein chala gaya.
Kuch hi der mein uske room me knock hua...Gate kholne ke baad.
Sumit:- Haan bol junglee billi.
Rashmi:- Aapko congratulations kehne aayi thi.
Ye sunte hi Sumit ke chehre par smile aa gaya.
Sumit:- Bahut jald bol di tune.
Rashmi:- Thik hai agli baar se nahi bolungi.
Itna keh kar Rashmi munh fulaa kar waha se jaane lagi.
Sumit:- Are are...Tu to naaraj ho gayi...Accha ye le.
Itna keh kar Sumit ne purse se 500 ka note nikaal kar diya.
Rashmi:- Itna paisa?
Sumit:- Jaa...Party kar...Tournament jitne ka paisa hai...Warna to tujhe 5 rupaiya bhi naa du.
Fir Rashmi paisa rakh leti hai.
Rashmi:- Bhaiya...Aap cricket mein hi focus kyu nahi karte? Itna accha to khelte hai.
Sumit:- Favourite game hai...Lekin itna bhi interest nahi ki isse hi career bana lu.
Rashmi:- To kis cheej mein hai?
Sumit:- Pata nahi...Bachpan se aaj tak bas issi sawaal ka jawaab dhund raha hu...Ummeed hai kabhi to milega.
Rashmi:- Jaldi dhundiye...Kahi Papa iss intejaar mein paagal naa ho jaaye.
Sumit:- Are Papa.
Itna keh kar Sumit hasne lagta hai.
Sumit:- Papa sirf Papa nahi best friend hai mere...Jaan bujh kar irritate karta hun unhe...Majaa aata hai.
Rashmi:- Lekin wo to...
Sumit:- Wo bhi samajhte hai...Thodi naa kahenge ki "Jaa beta jaa kar masti kar...Duniyadari kuch nahi hota." Bas wo mujhe thoda serious delhna chaahte hai.
Rashmi:- To fir kab honge aap?
Sumit:- Abhi kis cheej ki jaldi hai...Masti ka time hai...Jab vakt aayega ho jaaunga.
Rashmi:- Aapse Papa jeet nahi sakte to mai kya cheej hun...Aap apna masti karte rahiye...Mai chali party karne...Aur haan Papa ko thoda kam pareshan kijiye.
Sumit:- Accha thik hai.
Fir Sumit aise hi muskuraate bed par gir jaata hai...Tabhi uske mobile mein message ka notification aaya.
Mesaage padhte hi Sumit ka saara khushi aur masti ek pal mein gaayab ho gaya...Dhire dhire chehre mein gusse ka bhaaw aane laga.
Sumit:- (In his mind) Har baar mera hi chutiya kat ta hai...Abb bahut hua.
Tabhi usse phone aata hai.
Sumit:- Ye kamina Ashish...Saala iska phone ka timing bhi iske cricket shot jitna ghatiya hai...Jab mood off hota hai sirf ussi vakt phone karta hai...Kamina.
