Dilli: Ek aisa sheher, jisey logo ne sirf khabron mein hi dekha hai.

Teen saal pehle jab main Dilli gaya tha, tab logo ne kaafi cheezo se aagah kiya tha- "Purse sambhaal ke rakhna - anjaano par bharosa mar karna – wahan thag zyaada hain – kisi se jhagda mat karna, dilli mein sabke paas bandook hoti hai” blah blaaaah. Afsos kisi ne iss baat se aagah nahin kiya ki iss sheher mein main apni zindagi ke sabse haseen logo se milunga.

Dilli mein kadam rakhte hi mere ek azeez dost ne mera haath pakda aur mujhe poora sheher dikhaya. Mere har interview ke liye woh mujhse pehle neend se uthkar Noida se dilli aati thi. Uss sheher mein mere jo sabse pehle dost baney the, woh uske dost the. Abb kya kahein, kuch log ehsaan kar jaate aur kuch log humsafar de jaate hai.

Teen saal ke apne karykaal mein maine chaar jagah naukri ki. Har jagah woh log miley jinka saath sirf office ke darwaazo tak simit nahin tha. Ek aisa boss mila, jisne kar kadam par mujhe apna sapna poora karne ka haunsla diya. Aur jab bhavishya dikh nahin raha tha, to purane mozo ki khushboo ne ek nayi ummeed jagayi. Sapno ko jeene ka ek naya raasta dikhaya. Ek mozey mein hai duniya ko jeetne ki khushboo, par usey durr rakhti hai mehnat ki badboo. Ek mein chhamta har khoobsoorat dil ko jeetne ka. Par aadat hai usey chaarpayi ke dono taraf se utarne ka.

Kehne ko mere kuch 12 bhai hain, par asli bhai ka pyaar mujhe iss sheher se mila. Ek khadoos aisa tha jo zyaada baat nahin karta tha, par uski ankahee vo asar kar jaati, jo shabdo mein bayaan nahin kar sakta. Ek ke geeto ne mujhe rishton ko nibhana seekhaya, uske bachpaney mein bhi ek badappan tha. Ek khurafaati tha jo sharaab peene ke baad kuch aisa kar jaata tha, jisey sahne ki himmat hosh waalon ko bhi nahin hoti. Porn mein bhi screenplay hota hai, yeh mujhe mere ek aur saathi se pata chala. Ussey prerit hokar maine bhi ek aad pornstars ka profile Wikipedia mein padh liya.

Dilli ki garmi ka mujhpar asar na pada,
Kyunki mera yaar beer pakade tha khada
Dilli ki sardi ne jab bhi roki meri saans
Old Monk lekar aaya mera ek dost mere paas

Hafte ki thakaan ek pal mein durr ho jaati
Kyunki har Friday night hoti thi ghar mein dance party

Qutab Minar ki oonchayi ka pata na chalta
Doston ne jo kandho par uthaya na hota
CP mein itni kharidaari kar nahin paata
Jo doston ne apna batua thamya na hota

Chole kulche ka mazaa bhi tab hi aaya
Jab dosto ne apne plates ko aage badhaya
Dilli ki night life mujhe ras na aati
Jo mujhse unohne carobar karwaya na hota

Dilli ka rang mujh par chadha na hota
Agar inn dildaaro ka saath na hota

Par kya kare zindagi ka ‘maqsad’ kuch aur hi hai. Kuch to baat hogi iss shabd mein. Warna mai apno ka saath yun hi chhodkar nahin chala aata.

Likhne ko to likh sakta hun ek kitaab apne dosto ke upar. Par advertising ne shayad, zameer se bewafai karna seekha diya.

Uss sheher ke bahar ke log jinhone sirf ussey khabron mein dekha hai, unse guzarish hai, ki wo jaayen uss sheher mein aur rehkar aayen. Kuch aisa hai uss sheher mein ki, jo log marne aate hain, unhe bhi vo jeena sikha deti hai. Band ankhein jo sapne peedoti hai, unhein poora karne ka haunsla deti hai, Rishton ki bhookh ko pyar ki roti deti hai, dosti ki aanch pe masti ke samose talti hai …aur pata bhi nahi chalta kab seene se dil le leti hai …

Isiliye shayad ye ‘Dil-li’ kehlati hai