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Chapter 2 – Sharafat Bar

Jab main pehli baar Sharafat Bar aaya toh naam dekh kar meri hasi chhut gayi thi.

Ye Mumbai ka ek typical bar tha jahan Auto Driver se lekar bigde raees-zaade tak sab milte the. Andar ghuste hi saamne ek hall mein tables aur chairs lagi hui thi jinpar bethe log sharab pi rahe hote the. Hall ke beech mein ek stage type gol sa platform bana hua tha jispar kuchh ladkiyan dance karti milti thi. Dance kya karti thi bas ek kamar ke kaafi neeche bandha hua lehenga aur bade gale ki tight si choli pehni hue apne jism ko aise hi hilati rehti thi. Shayad vo bhi jaanti thi ke yahan unka dance koi nahi dekh raha, bas unka jism hi dekh rahe hain

Hall ke ek taraf Bar bana hua tha jahan se sharab serve ki jaati thi. Jo bhi order hota, ek ladki jisne ki dance karne wali ladkiyon ke jaise hi kapde pehne hote the, tray mein sharab lekar table tak pahunchati.

Pure hall mein aur khaas taur se dance floor pe paas kuchh ladke ghoomte rehte the. Kehne ko vo sab bouncers the par ek bouncer jaisi unmein koi baat nahi hoti thi. Kuchh toh itne duble patle ke hawa ke jhoke ke saath ud jaane ka khatra ho jaaye. Par Hall mein maujood har insaan ko pata hota tha ke unke paas ek aisi cheez hai jo unhein sabse zyada taaqatwar bana deti hai aur vo cheez thi unki kamar mein laga hua tamancha, pistol.

Ye tha saamne ka nazara. In sabke pichhe Sharafat bar ke pehle maale par jua ghar tha jahan log bethe jua khelta karte the.

Aur neeche basement mein hota tha jism-faroshi ka dhandha. Uper jo ladkiyan choli aur lehenga pehne naachti thi vo thode zyada paise lekar neeche basement mein bane chhote cabin type kamro mein poore kapde utar kar naachti thi.

Toh in short, yahan koi kaam aisa nahi hota tha jise aam bhasha mein sharafat ka kaam kaha jaaye. Par phir bhi Bar ka naam Sharafat Bar tha. Pehle mujhe laga tha ke ye naam mazak mein rakha gaya hai par phir baad mein pata chala ke Bar ke maalik ka naam Sharafat Bhai tha aur bar ka naam uske naam par rakha gaya tha.

Ab sawal ye paida hota hai ke main yahan kya kar raha tha?

Iski 2 vajah thi. Pehli toh ye ke mujhe is waqt ek drink ke bahut zaroorat mehsoos ho rahi thi aur ye Bar mere office se thodi hi door tha.

Doosri ye ke mujhe Chipku se milna tha aur vo aksar shaam ko yahin milta tha. Bar mein bouncer bankar ghoom rahe ladkon mein ek vo bhi hota tha.

Chipku ka naam Chipku kaise pada ye khud uske siwa koi nahi janta. Har koi bas use isi naam se janta hai. Ek do baar maine puchhne ki koshish ki toh vo taal gaya aur phir maine kabhi puchha bhi nahi. Vo Mumbai ka ek un hazaron tapori ladkon mein se tha jinka agla pichhla, maan baap, kunba khandan koi nahi janta. Vo yahin Mumbai ki sadkon aur slums mein pale badhe aur inki ko apni zindagi bana liya. Kuchh saal pehle ek case ke dauran main usse takra gaya tha aur usne jo mujhe information di vo mere bahut kaam aayi. Uske baad main aksar usse contact karne laga. Uske Mumbai Underworld mein kaafi gehre contacts the aur na jaane kaise par uske paas us kaali duniya ke baare mein bahut information hoti thi. Aur mera kaam aisa tha ke kai baar mujhe us information ki zaroorat padti thi.

Main Bar mein dakhil hokar ek table par ja betha aur aas paas nazar daudayi. Hall mein khade ladkon mein mujhe Chipku kahin bhi nazar nahi aaya. Maine apna phone nikal kar uska number milaya.

“Kahan hai?” Usne phone uthaya toh maine puchha.

“Main idhar apni kholi mein hai Adi Bhai” Vo pehle mujhe sahab aur phir pehchan badhne ke baad Bhai kehkar bulane laga tha.

“Aaj Bar nahi aaya?”

“Nahi thoda tabiat kharab tha isliye udhar se thoda jalti kalti ho gaya. Batao”

“Kya ho gaya? Sab theek?” Usne tabiat kharab batayi toh maine puchha.

“Haan aisa kuchh nahi hai. Pata nahi sala kya kha liya ke subah se sandas ke chakkar laga raha hai main. Isliye socha ke ghar aakar sandas mein hi kursi laga kar beth jaoon” Usne haste hue kaha.

“Mil sakta hai abhi?” Main uski baat sunkar has pada.

“Haan bolo kidhar aane ka hai” Usne aaj tak kabhi mujhe kisi baat ke liye inkaar nahi kiya tha.

“Bar mein hi aa ja. Main tujhse milne yahin aaya tha. Yahin wait karta hoon tera”

“Theek hai. 15 minute do. Apun pahunchta hai udhar” Kehkar usne phone rakh diya.

Maine Bar ke pichhe khade ladke ko ek Beer laane ka ishara kiya. Thodi hi der baad ek ladki aakar meri table par ek Beer ki bottle, ek glass aur kuchh namkeen rakh gayi. Maine jeb se cigarette ka packet nikal kar ek sulgayi.

Wo aaj aaye hain mehfil mein chaandni lekar
Ke roshni mein nahaane ki raat aayi hai

Mere pichhe se ek ladki ki aawaz aayi aur main bina palte hi jaan gaya ke vo kaun hai. Vo mere pichhe aakar ruki aur mere baalon mein haath ghumati saamne rakhi ek chair par aakar beth gayi.

“Bijli” Maine cigarette ka kash lagate hue uski taraf dekha.

“Aditya Sharma” Vo muskurati hue boli “Aapki tashreef yahan kaise? Aap toh us din bade josh mein keh rahe the ke na ye jagah aapke layak hai aur na yahan ke log”

“Main aaj bhi yahi kehta hoon” Maine uski baat ka jawab diya.

“Toh yahan ham shareefon ki duniya mein kya kar rahe hain aap?” Usne meri table par rakhe cigarette ke packet se ek cigarette nikali “Kya main ye kahun ke aapka bhi level gir kar hamare barabar ho gaya hai ya aap ham sabka level apne barabar karna chahte hain?”

“Na toh mera level kabhi itna gir sakta hai” Maine lighter jalaya aur uske munh mein lagi cigarette ko aag dikhayi “Aur na yahan ke logon ka level kabhi itna uper aa sakta hai”

“Bahut ghamand hai tumhein apne uper, hai na?” Usne cigarette ka dhuan mere munh par chhodte hue kaha.

“Kya karun. Ab khuda ne mujhe banaya hi is qadar qabil-e-tareef hai”

“Tumhari is baat se toh main bhi sehmat hoon” Usne aankh maari “Vaise aaj yahan kaise?”

“Kyun nahi aa sakta? Ye jagah tumhari hai?”

“Aji janab ye jagah agar hamari hoti toh kabki aapke naam ho gayi hoti. Bilkul hamari tarah” Usne meri Beer ki bottle uthakar apne munh se lagayi aur ek lambhi si ghoont maari.

“Tum jaisi agar kisi ek ke naam hone lagi toh ye Bazaar kaise chalega?” Maine uski baat ka jawab ek taane se diya.

“Aur agar bazaar band ho gaya toh tum mardon ka kaam kaise chalega, hai na?” Usne palat kar taana mara.

“Munh bahut bada hai tumhara” Maine ek cigarette se doosri jalayi.

“Tumhare dil se toh bada hi hai” Usne usi hazir-jawabi ke saath jawab diya.

“Haan jaise tum toh mere dil mein ghus kar dekh kar aayi ho na ke mera dil bada hai ya chhota”

“Vahi toh koshish kar rahi hoon Sharma Sahab. Kab se khatkhata rahi hoon par aap hain ke apne dil ka darwaza kholte hi nahi”

“Achha?” Main mazak banate hue hasa “Kyun tumhare baaki chahne wale kahan gaye?”

“Sabko chalta kar diya. Ab toh ham apne dil ka darwaza sirf aapke liye khole bethe hain. Magar aap janab na apne dil mein hamein aane dete hain aur na khud hamare darwaze tak aate hain”

“Tum jaisi ladkiyan sirf ek hi darwaza khol sakti hain, tumhari taango ke beech ka darwaza. Bas” Maine daant peeste hue kaha.

Meri baat se yaqeenan use bahut takleef pahunchi. Usne cigarette saamne rakhi ash tray mein bujhayi aur chup chap bina kuchh kahe uthkar chali gayi.

Vo kaun thi, kahan se thi main nahi jaanta tha. Uska asli naam Bijli hi tha ya kuchh aur, nahi janta. Pehle main takreeban roz hi shaam ko office ke baad yahan aakar ek do drinks lagata aur phir ghar jaata tha. Sharab main sirf ek had tak hi peeta tha kyunki zyada mujhse sambhalti nahi thi. Ek shaam nasha kuchh zyada hi ho gaya. Mera mood bahut kharab tha aur sharab ka daur ek baar jo chala toh ruka hi nahi. Maine bethe bethe itni pi li ke apna hi hosh nahi raha aur phir jab aankh khuli toh main neeche basement ke ek cabin mein Bijli ki bagal mein soya hua tha.

Kya hua kya nahi mujhe yaad nahi tha par vo meri zindagi mein pehli baar tha ke main ek call girl ke saath soya tha jo ki meri usool ke bilkul khilaff tha. Mujhe apne aap se itni ghinn aayi ke uske baad maine sharab pina takreeban band hi kar diya aur nateejatan mera yahan aana bhi band sa hi ho gaya. Usne baad jab bhi aaya kaam ke silsile mein hi aaya aur phir vo jab bhi milti, mujhse yun hi aashiqana andaz mein baatein karti.

Zindagi ne jo ek baat mujhe sikhayi vo ye thi ke insaan ko hamesha do cheezon par kaabu rakhna chahiye. Ek apna gussa aur doosra apni zubaan aur main aisa karta bhi tha. Par kabhi kabhi zubaan kaabu se bahar ho jaati thi jaise ke abhi thodi der pehle Bijli ke saath hua. Vo uthkar chali gayi toh mujhe apni kahi baat par afsos hone laga. Maine Bar mein apni nazar idhar udhar daudayi ke use dhoondh kar usse maafi maang sakun par vo kahin dikhi hi nahi.”Kya haal hain Adi bhai?” Kuchh der baad hi Chipku meri table par aakar beth gaya “Aaj aap idhar kaise?”

“Tere se hi milne aaya tha” Maine jawab diya

“Zahe naseeb” Use urdu bolne ki zabardast bimari thi. Hamesha koshish karta tha ke jahan bhi ho sake, urdu ghusa de.

“Ek kaam hai tujhse” Maine apni jeb mein haath dalkar Saanwli ki tasveer nikali “Ye photo dekh”

Vo mere haath se tasveer lekar dekhne laga.

“Kaun hai ye?”

“Mera agla case” Maine bataya.

“Gayab hai?”

“Ek mahine se”

“Mahine bhar se?” Usne aankhen hairat mein phelayi “Bade baap ki beti hai?”

“Bade baap ki betiyan yun gayab nahi ho jaya karti” Maine tasveer vaaapis li aur apni jeb mein rakh li.

“Sahi baat hai. Abhi mere ko kya karne ka hai?”

“Pata laga ke idhar pichhle mahine bhar mein dhandhe mein nayi ladki kaun kaun aayi hai. Aur dekh ye kahin dikhti hai toh”

“Kya aap bhi Adi Bhai. Agar ye is daldal mein kahin phasi hai toh mahine bhar mein toh jaane kahan se kahan pahunch gayi hogi ab tak toh aur pata nahi kitne utar liye honge iske uper se”

“Matlab?”

“Matlab ye ke ladki dikhne mein theek thaak hai aur aajkal idhar market mein badi mara mari hai. Aajkal aise piece idhar local market mein rakhte nahi hain, bahar gaon bhej dete hain. Aur kisi achhe ghar ki ladki ko agar zabardasti dhandhe mein khincha gaya ho toh vaise hi nahi rakhte kyunki pata hai ke gharwale dhoondhne ko aayenge aur lafda padega. Isliye fauran bahar gaon, india se bahar”

“Tu dekh phir bhi kuchh pata chalta hai toh”

“Theek hai main soonghne ki koshish karega yahan vahan” Usne jawab diya.

Ek baar ko maine socha ke Saanwli ki tasveer use de doon par ye khatarnaak ho sakta tha. Ek halke saawle rang ki ladki ko koi dhoondh raha hai, ye baat uthe toh koi badi baat nahi par agar vo tasveer lekar ghoomta phirta toh mamla bigad sakta tha. Agar vo Mumbai mein hi thi toh usko bahar bhejne ka kaam aur jaldi kar diya jata, ya usko mamla thanda hone tak kahin aisi jagah bhej diya jata jo meri pahunch se bahar hoti ya aisa bhi ho sakta tha ke use maar hi diya jata.

“Aur sun … ” Maine kehna shuru hi kiya tha ke Chipku ne hi meri baat poori kar di.

“Haan malum hai bhai ke kisi ko bolne ka nahi hai ke aap dhoondh rahe ho, ladki ka exact description kisi ko batane ka nahi hai aur jo bhi pata karna hai chup chap khamoshi ke saath karna hai. Pata hai Adi bhai. Thodi si zaheeniyat khuda ne hamein bhi bakhshi hai” Phir se urdu.

“Samajhdaar hota ja raha hai” Main chair se utha aur jeb se paise nikale “Ye rakh”

“Sohbat ka asar hai Adi Bhai” Usne paise lete hue kaha “Kuchh pata chalta hai toh main khabar karta hoon aapko”

“Good. Chal main nikalta hoon abhi. Pet kaisa hai tera?”

“Theek hai abhi. Jitna aaj sandaas mein betha hoon akkhi life mein kabhi nahi betha”

Uski baat sunkar meri hasi chhut padi.

“Beer ke paise de dena”

“Haan koi waanda nahi hai Bhai. Niklo aap”

Bar se nikalte nikalte maine phir nazar utha kar dekha ke shayad Bijli kahin dikh jaaye par vo nazar nahi aayi. Bahar aakar maine ek baar phir Nisha ko phone kiya par number ab bhi band hi tha. Parking se car nikal kar main ghar ki taraf chal pada.

Talash ke liye pehla kadam main utha chuka tha. Doosra kadam tha jism faroshi ki us duniya ki taraf dekhna jo marzi se chalti hai. Jahan maine Chipku ko dekhne ko kaha tha vo aisi jagah thi jahan ladkiyon ko zabardasti unki marzi ke khilaff ghusaya jata tha. Middle class aur gareeb gharon ki vo ladkiyan jo majboor hokar ye kaam karti thi. Apne har khwaab ko bhoolkar har raat majboori mein kisi ka bistar garam karti thi, ab chahe vo nashe mein dhoot koi rickshaw chalane wala ho, ya paseene ki badbu marta koi mazdoor. Ek 50-100 ke note ke badle apni asmat bechne par majboor ladkiyan.

Par in sabse alag Jism faroshi ki ek aisi duniya bhi hai jo marzi se chalti hai. Jahan ladkiyan apni marzi se aati hain aur jahan ke rate 50-100 ka ek note nahi balki hazaron mein jaati hain. Ye vo ladkiyan hain vo 2 zindagiyan jeeti hain. Uper se sharafat ka chola aur apni ayyashi ka kharcha poora karne ke liye pichhe se jism faroshi. In short call girls, ya escort jo ameeron aur bade logon ko available hoti thi kyunki inke rates efford karna har kisi ke bas ki baat nahi thi. Ye hona tha meri talash ka doosra kadam.

Phir teesra kadam tha police files par ek nazar.

Aur chautha kadam tha Saanwli ki apni niji zindagi…

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