Auto rickshaw driver ke saath

Ek ravivar ki shaam main mere dost Ankit ke saath film dekhne jaanewala tha. Aksar meri ravivar ki shaamein Ankit ke saath hi guzarti thi. Pehle hum film dekhte, dinner karte aur phir main use mere khali office mein aane ko kehta. Har baar voh kuch bahaana banaata, magar mere uksane par aa jaata. Use bhi maloom hota ki mera maqsad kya hai. Hum porn film dekhte, uska lund khada ho jaata aur main use choosta. Jahaan tak mujhe maloom tha, Ankit straight tha. Magar use mujhse lund chuswana achcha lagta. Mujhe bhi khwahish hoti ki voh kabhi mera lund choose, magar usne to kabhi mera lund haath mein bhi nahin liya tha. Sirf main uska choosta aur uske saamne mera khud ka lund hilaata. Bas isi mein main khush tha.

Film shaam ke chheh baje ki thi. Lokhandwala ke Fame Adlabs ke paas main uska intezaar kar raha tha. Sirf 15 minute hi bache the. Jab maine paanch minute pehle phone kiya tha to usne kaha tha ki voh vakt par pahunch jayega. Ab main bechain tha. Maine phir uska number dial kiya. “Arey Vicky yaar, yahaan problem ho gayi hai. Mere pitaji ne mujhe urgent kaam diya hai. Main ab nahin aa sakta.” Maine kuch nahin kaha. Sirf phone disconnect kiya.

Mujhe aisa laga ki main kisi kone mein jaakar roun. Yeh pehli baar nahin tha ki Ankit ne mujhe taang di thi. Uske inhi bahaanon ke vajah se mera pyaar uske liye tootne laga tha. Aaj pata nahin mujhe aisa kyon laga ki maine use ab aakhri baar phone kiya hai. Vahin Fame Adlabs ke ticket counter par khade maine tay kar liya ki aaj ke baad main kabhi Ankit ko nahin bulaunga. Do bachche vahaan film ke posters dekh rahe the. Unke kapde phate the aur voh donon rickshaw walon se bheek maang rahe the. Maine un donon ko apne tickets de diye aur vahaan se chala aaya.

Ab main bas chal raha tha. Chal raha tha aur soch raha tha. Maine faisla kiya ki main bhavuk nahin hounga. Main McDonald’s tak chalkar aaya. Ek Maharaja Mac liya. Use khaate khaate main thoda achcha mehsoos karne laga. Baahar aakar ek Gold Flake Light lekar sulgaya. Do kash ke baad main Ankit ko maano bhool sa gaya. Dekhte dekhte aath bajne lage.

Ghar jaane ke liye main ab rickshaw dhoondh raha tha. Vaise rickshaw to bahut mil jaate hai, magar meri ek aadat hai ki main hamesha kisi chikne driver ko dhoondhta hoon. Raaste main use dekhte dekhte achcha timepass ho jaata hai. Kareeb do minute chalne ke baad, raaste ke doosre taraf ek rickshaw dikha. Uska driver baahar khada tha. Lagbag 6 foot, gora aur lamba chehra. Safed uniform. Ek haath se cigarette pee raha tha aur doosre se anjaane mein apna lund khuja raha tha. Maine isi rickshaw ko pakadne ka thaan liya. Raasta cross kiya aur poocha,
“Borivali chalega?”
“East ya west?” usne lund khujate hue poocha.
“West.”
“Theek hai. Baitho.”

Main baith gaya. Usne apni cigarette ka aakhri kash liya aur andar aakar baith gaya. Uska rickshaw bilkul naya tha. Ek second mein hi start ho gaya. Usne deck chalu kiya.
“Deck band kar de yaar,” maine kaha. “Vaise bhi sir-dard hai.”
“Itne lambe safar mein bina deck ke bore ho jaaoge, yaar.”
“Chalega. Mujhe shanti pasand hai.”
“Theek hai yaar. Jaise aap bolo.” Usne deck band kiya.

Itne main mujhe ehsaas hua ki maine dopahar se peshaab nahin kiya hai. Ab yeh safar aur ek ghante ka tha. Mujhe saha nahin jaa raha tha. Anth mein himmat karke maine bola, “Dekh yaar, idhar kidhar toilet hai to rok de.”
“Mootna hai?”
“Haan yaar.”
“Ab idhar kidhar toilet hai? Ek kaam karo. Ab aage sunsaan raasta aayega. Vahin kar lena.”
“Theek hai,” maine kaha.
Andheri aane se pehle usne ek sunsaan raaste par rickshaw side par rok liya. “Moot lo, saab,” usne bola.
Main rickshaw se utra. Vahin ghoomkar jeans ki zip kholi. Lauda baahar nikala aur mootne laga. Utne main voh driver bhi aakar mere bagal mein khada reh gaya. “Maine socha main bhi moot loon. Ab raat bhar rickshaw chalana hai.”

Mujhse raha nahin gaya. Voh mujhse ek foot ki doori par bhi nahin khada tha. Uski aur meri moot ki dhaar ek doosre se lagbag mil rahi thi. Maine thodi nazar ghumayi aur uska lund dekhne ki koshish ki. Chaandni ne mera saath diya. Uska lauda kam se kam aath inch ka tha.

Aur kaafi mota. Uncut tha. Ek haath se apna lauda thaamkar voh moot raha tha. Utne main maine uski shakal dekhni chahi. Voh jhat se neeche dekhne laga. Mujhe pata chal gaya ki voh bhi mera lauda naap raha tha. Uska mootkar ho gaya. Aakhri boonden tapkane ke liye usne apna lauda hilaya. Phir andar daal diya. Main bhi lund andar daalkar rickshaw main baith gaya.
“Chaloon?” usne poocha.
“Ek minute yaar,” maine kaha. “Cigarette jala leta hoon. Tu piyega?”
“Kaunsa hai?”
“Gold Flake Light.”
“Achcha de do ek.”

Maine use diya. Usne cigarette munh mein daala. Mere paas matches nahin the. Maine usse poocha. Usne apni jeb main se ek matches ka box nikala. Pehle apna cigarette jalaya. Phir peeche ghoomkar mera jalaane laga. Tez hawa thi aur tili boojh gayi. “Arey yaar, yeh chutya hawa,” usne kaha aur doosri tili jalayi. Voh bhi boojh gayi. Phir voh driver ke seat se utra aur mere baaju mein aakar baith gaya. Hum donon ne apne munh aapas mein laaye aur uski sulgi hui cigarette se maine apna jala liya.
“Aapko jaldi to nahin hai?” usne poocha.
“Nahin yaar,” maine kaha. Use kya maloom tha uske saath main zindagi bhi guzaar sakta tha.
“To yeh cigarette khatam karke phir chalte hai, theek hai?”
“Theek hai.”
Maine socha ab yahi mauka hai. ……Poori himmat jutaate hue maine poocha, “Teri shaadi to nahin hui hogi na?”
“Nahin,” usne chaunkkar kaha. “Aapko kaise maloom.”
“Arey tu hi to bola tha ki tu raat bhar rickshaw chalata hai.”

Voh hansa. Hanste samay voh itna khoobsoorat dikha ki mera dil baith gaya. “Haan, shaadi hui hoti to main raatbhar kuch aur chalata, hai na?”
“Haan yaar. Aur nahin to kya?”
“Aur aap? Aapki shaadi bhi nahin hui hogi.”
“Kyon?”
“Aap itne jawaan lagte ho.”
“Haan dost. Nahin hui hai. Aur yeh ‘aap’ ke jagah ‘tu’ bhi chalega.
Meri umar tere jitni hi hogi.”
“Theek hai dost. To tu akele rehta hai?”
“Nahin yaar. Mummy daddy hai.”

Ab voh bilkul khulkar baatein karne laga. Hum donon cigarette peekar dhuaan ek doosre ke munh mein uda rahe the. Phir maine mahaul taadte hue pooch hi liya, “Achcha dost, shaadi nahin hui hai to tu phir karta kya hai?”
“Matlab?”
“Chal yaar, bachcha mat ban,” maine kaha. “Tu samajh gaya mera matlab.”
“Samajh gaya bhidu. Apna hai na voh… market.”
“Market?”
“Haan dost. Raatbhar mein kabhi kabaad ek ghanta guzaar leta hoon.
Mast item hai yaar udhar ek se ek. Bol chalega aaj?”
“Nahin yaar.”
“Kyon? Mazaa aayega. Tereko raapchik bomb dilaata hoon.”
“Nahin yaar. Beemari ka dar lagta hai.”

“Ab voh to hai yaar. Lekin Mona ki choot ke baarein mein sochkar mera to yaar khada ho gaya.” Usne apni taangein kuch phaila di. Maine uske crotch par dekha. Usne mujhe aur achchi tarah se dikhe isliye apni taangein aur khol di. “Dikha yaar?” usne pooch hi liya. Phir usne halke se apne lund par haath rakha. Main bhi uttejit ho gaya. Maine uska lund thaam hi liya. “Mazboot hai yaar tera,” maine kaha.

“Tera bhi kuch kam nahin hai,” kehkar usne mere laude par haath rakha. “Kabhi kabhi Mona nahin hoti hai to tere jaise laundon se bhi kaam chala leta hoon.”

Main muskuraya. Hum kareeb paanch minute tak ek doosre ke lund sehlaate rahe. Phir usne poocha, “Kya karega? Choosega ya choosvayega?”
Main bahut khush hua. Pehli baar kisine mujhe yeh sawaal poocha tha.
“Tu mera choos yaar,” maine use kaha.

Raasta bilkul sunsaan tha. Usne pehle se hi sab plan karke aise raaste par rickshaw rukvaya tha, yeh to main kab se samajh gaya tha. Rickshaw ki choti si jagah mein usne meri taangein phailayi aur mere jeans mein se hi mere laude ko kiss karne laga. Maine mera belt kholkar mera jeans ka zip khol diya. Main mera jeans utaarne wala tha ki usne kaha, “Abey chutyagiri mat kar. Koyi dekh lega. Jeans chada hua hi rehne de. Sirf lund nikaal.”

Maine lund nikaala. Usne bade pyaar se mera lund pakda. Ek ke baad ek meethi chumban usne mere laude par barsaye. Phir usne mera lauda poora munh mein le liya. Mere liye yeh pehla anubhav tha. Ab mujhe maloom pada ki voh maadarchod Ankit mujhe lund kyon chusvaata tha.
“Pehli baar chusva raha hai kya?” usne poocha.
“Haan.”

Usne mere gaand par haath daala. Jeans mein se hi mere gaand ke khadde ko ungli se dabaaya. Main saatwe aasmaan par tha. Saath mein voh aawaazein kar karke choosta jaa raha tha. Mera chootne waala tha.
“Chootega ab,” maine kaha.
“Mera rickshaw ganda mat kar,” usne kaha. “Mere munh mein chhod.”

Pehla favvara nikla. Doosra phir teesra. Voh sab nigal gaya. Usne mera lauda munh mein hi pakde rakha. Jab tak voh baith nahin gaya. Phir voh mere baaju mein seat par baith gaya. Uska lauda abhi bhi khada tha. Maine poocha, “Choosoon kya?” Usne apni taangein phaila di. “Aur nahin to kya bhosdi ke, khud hi maze lega kya?”
Main muskuraya aur neeche baith gaya. Jis tarah maine senkdon baar Ankit ka choosa tha usi tarah iska choosne laga. Voh gaand uchaal uchaal kar mera munh chod raha tha. “Tu to behenchod choosne mein bada maahir hai, yaar,” usne hafte saanson se kaha.
“Expert hoon. Mona ko bhool gaya na?”
“Mona kaun?” usne poocha.
Hum donon hanse aur usne apna ras mere munh mein daal diya.

Us din uska rickshaw raat bhar vahin khada raha. Hum der raat ki raah dekh rahe the taaki ek doosre ki gaand maar sakein. Voh ichcha bhi hamaari poori ho gayi. Ab mere ravivaar kisi Ankit ke saath nahin beette hai. Kyonki mera pyaar ab mera pyaara driver hai. Har ravivaar hum uski jhopdi mein humare pyaar ka pradarshan karte hai.