KAHAANI

 KAHAANI 

2 ghante se na kalam ki siaahi hili hei na toh mann ke ghode

Chaay jo garma garam aai thi kabki shaant ho chuki

Darvaaze ke pass khada 12 saal puraane gajraj ji bhi stambh ho chuke hei

Kamre mei achank jo kaagaz ki awaaze gunj rahi thi vo tham si gayi thi


Mei bass saamne vaale sofa pe betha betha dekh raha tha

Master ji ki sirf saaso ki avaaz aa rahi thi. 

Dhoop se unke piche rakhe vo khitaab, bass chamak rahe the

Ek pe 2012 mei jita vo "Naatako ka Baadshah" abhi bhi chamak raha tha

Toh baaju mei rakhe 2009, 2013, 2018 ke vo "Best Movie writer" thodina kam the.

Inme se master ji ka sabse pyaara ek certificate jo unki pehchaan tha. 

Na toh vo puraskar tha, na toh unhe sanmaanit kiya gaya tha. 

Vo 2006 ka certificate jispe bass likha hua tha "Participant". 

Lekin uske piche likha tha "Aapki likhaavat se bohot prabhavit hua hu. Likhitan Navneet Lal. 


Masterji ke liye vo aajtak ka sabse bada khitaab tha. 

Ek chhoti si film mei likhaavat ki thi. Unhe kya pata tha uss time pe vo film dekh kar Navneet Lal

Master ji ke bhagwaan samaan unhe milne aayenge. 

Bass maano unhi ki yaad aa gayi thi Masterji ko. 

Mei phone mei ek video dekh raha tha usme unke jeevan ka likha hua pehla comedy scene aa gaya. 

Meri hasi chhut gayi. 

Lekin maano Masterji ki kalam ruuk si gayi thi.

Unki aakhon ke saamne unhone jo kuch bhi aajkal likha tha sab saamne aa gaya 

Kya vo vo ban paaye jo unhe banna chahiye tha. 

Maano vo khood soch rahe the ki kya utne kaamiyaab hei vo jitne unhe hona chahiye tha.

Bhale 100 Film likhi ho, bhale 150 naatak likh ke diye ho.

Unke mann mei vo abhi 20 saal pehle jaa chuke the. 

Unki aakhe bass vahi javaab talaash rahi thi ki kya unhone sab kuch kar liya jo 20 shaayad 25 shaayad 30 saal pehle unke bachpan mei ek chhote se bachhe ne khwaab dekha tha. 

Kya unhone khood se kiye hue vo saare 30 saal pehle kiye gaye vaade pure kar liye. 

Kya vo aakhir vo sab ban paaye jo 30 saal pehle ek ladke ka khwaab tha aur usne apne aap ko jo vaada kiya tha kya vo 30 saal baad pura hua tha?...






DHWANIT MADRASI 

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