Chandi Chowk Diaries. Fatehpuri masjid
Bachpan mey ek kahani padi thi. Sunata hu. Ek raja ko apne diwan (head mantri) ka chunaav karna tha. Dur dur desh se log mantri ki post ke liye uske yha interview dene aye hue thay. Sabko rukwaya gaya. Agle din sab mantrio ka ek hockey match rakh waya gaya. Sab josh mey thay ki shayad match mey unki performance ko dekh kar kisko diwani(diwan ki post) milegi ye decide hoga. Sab jee jaan se match khele. Dhakka mukki, girna padna, full josh ka display. Sabki aankho mey bas diwani ka chasma chada hua tha. Match khatam hua, sab thake haare wapis raja ke guest house ko jane lage. Raste mey ek bail gaadi dikhi. Wo keechad mey fasi hui thi. Bahar hi nhi nikal pa rhi thi. Bail gaadi ka maalik badi deen haalat mey keechad mey khada koshish kar rha tha ki nikal jye. Wha se mantri post wale nikle. Kuch seedha nikal gye..kuch thodi der wha ruke, jaayza liya aur tab aage chle gye. Kisi ney bhi uski madad nhi ki. Last mey ek langada hua admi aaya. Wo bhi match mey tha. Match ke duraan uski taang jakhmi ho gyi thi. Usney bail gaadi wale ko dekha aur turant keechad mey utar kar uski madad karne laga. Bail gaadi bahar aa gyi. Jaate jaate bail gaadi wala bola "gehre paani mey paith ne se hi moti milta hai" , bhagwan chahega to is saal diwani apko hi milegi.
Wo bail gaadi wala admi raja hi tha,jo bhesh badal kar apne liye sahi mantri ko dhundne nikla tha. Usko end mey mil gaya.
Gehre paani mey paithne se hi moti milta hai, ye baat chandni chowk par poori laagu hoti hai. chandni chowk ke paani mey jitna gehre jaate jaoge, utne moti paaoge. Samjhe to theek, na to theek. Ha, Diwani milegi ya nhi ye baat dicey hai.
I saw you stealing a glance from me today. I saw you standing there,behind your new created life. I saw you guarding yourself,against all my queries and your alleged lies. I don't know what exactly I should ask you or what exactly I should let it go off. But your eyes told another story and felt a part of you still could not let me be alone. A part of you wanted some kind of clarifications and proves and answers and connections and remove the doubt that has been planted so so deep it can cut through your heart to the cores unreached. Unheard of. But I smirk when I can feel you so well. I can know from your stares. I can know the dilemma and the conversations you must be having with yourself and the other self of yours which has been moulded and plasticised so well, that it has forgotten it's old, original, authentic form.
However I am no longer a major in knowing you well. I don't claim to know any better. Because the person I knew was long gone. Though I accepted it a lot later. Nevertheless,I gave you chances, I gave you opportunities to know me better. When I hid myself,behind the made up smiles and pretended it didn't bother. It was only to give you a second chance and now I can't count how many chances I have given to you in this one life I got. For you to realise, lies though real, still are lies.
Oh my sweetheart, with all that chastity of yours,lain in that Evil's garden, how do you expect me not to know that stare? That stare begging me to talk. That stare asking me to make it a happenstance. I know that stare. I know those lies. But I try hard enough, still I can't forget to know those eyes.
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