Dillagi

Dillagi_Part 1

Chapter 1: Pehli Mulaqat, Pehli Takraar**

Meerab ne sheeshe ke samne khare ho kar aakhri baar apna dupatta sahi kiya. Dil ki dharkanen is waqt tez thin, aur chehre par halki si ghabrahat thi. Aaj us ka is shehar ki sab se barri textile company mein interview tha. Wo hamesha se ek azaad aur khud-daar zindagi jeena chahti thi, aur yeh office job us ke khwabon ki pehli seeri thi. Apne bag ko kandhe par tiktate hue us ne gehri saans li aur baahir nikal aayi.

Jab wo company ki barri aur chamakti hui building ke samne pohnchi, to wahan ki chahal-pahal dekh kar us ki aankhen khuli ki khuli reh gayin. Har taraf log qadmon mein tezi liye, haathon mein files pakrre idhar se udhar bhaag rahe the. Meerab ne reception par ja kar apna naam bataya.

"Ji, Meerab Ali? Aap ka interview CEO sir ke sath hai. Third floor par chale jayen, room number 302," receptionist ne sarsari sa muskura kar kaha.

Meerab ne shukriya ada kiya aur lift ki taraf barh gayi. Third floor par pohnch kar us ne dekha ke wahan pehle hi teen chaar larkiyan interview ke liye baithi thin. Wo bhi ek khali kursi par baith gayi aur apni file ko zor se bheench liya. Kuch hi dair mein andar se ek larki rote hue baahir nikli.

"Pata nahi insan hai ya jallad! Itna gussa... Khuda ki panah!" Wo larki bad-budati hui wahan se chali gayi.

Meerab ka dil ab halq mein aa gaya tha. Itne mein chorrsi aur roab-dar aawaz mein peon ne aawaaz lagayi, "Meerab Ali! Sir andar bula rahe hain."

Meerab ne khare ho kar apne kaprhe durust kiye, Bismillah parhi aur darwaze par halka sa knock kiya. "May I come in, sir?"

"Come in," andar se ek sapat aur bhari aawaz aayi.

Meerab jaise hi andar dakhil hui, to samne ki deewar poori sheeshe ki thi jahan se poora shehar nazar aa raha tha. Aur us barri si revolving chair par ek shakhs peeth kiye baitha tha. Us ne black suit pehna hua tha aur us ke baithne ka tareeqa hi bata raha tha ke wo is jagah ka badshah hai. Zaviyar—is company ka young aur be-raham CEO.

"Baithiye," Zaviyar ne kursi ghumaye baghair kaha.

Meerab chup-chaap samne padi kursi par baith gayi aur apni file table par rakh di. Zaviyar ne aahista se apni kursi ghumai. Us ka chehra samne aate hi Meerab ki saans jaisay ruk si gayi. Teekhe naqsh, gehri aur chokas aankhen, aur chehre par ek ajeeb sa guroor aur sakhti thi. Wo dikhne mein jitna handsome tha, us ki aankhon mein utna hi gussa tha.

Zaviyar ne Meerab ki file uthai aur us ke page palatne laga. Kuch seconds tak kamre mein bilkul khamoshi rahi, sirf pannon ke palatne aur AC ki halki si aawaz thi.

"To... Meerab Ali," Zaviyar ne file se nazar hata kar seedha Meerab ke chehre par daali. Us ki nazar itni gehri thi ke Meerab ne ghabra kar apni nazren jhuka lin. "Aap ka resume kehta hai ke aap ke paas koi experience nahi hai. Yeh ek multinational company hai, koi NGO nahi jahan hum freshers par taras khayen."

Zaviyar ka tone itna sard aur toheen-ameez tha ke Meerab ke andar ki khud-daari foran jaag uthi. Us ne apni nazren uthaeen aur seedha Zaviyar ki aankhon mein dekha.

"Sir, experience kaam karne se aata hai, ghar baithne se nahi. Agar aap mujhe mauqa hi nahi denge, to mujhe experience kaise milega? Aur rahi baat taras ki, to main yahan apni qabiliyat ke balboote par aayi hoon, kisi ki khairat lene nahi," Meerab ne saaf aur thoki hui aawaz mein jawab diya.

Zaviyar ke chehre par ek pal ke liye hairat aayi, phir us ki aankhen gusse se choti ho gayin. Is company mein kisi ki jurrat nahi thi ke us ke samne oonchi aawaz mein baat kare, aur yeh larki seedha us ke mooh par bol rahi تھی۔

"Zuban bohot chalti hai aap ki," Zaviyar ne file zor se table par patki, jis se Meerab halki si uchal gayi. "Mujhe mere office mein aisi larkiyan bilkul pasand nahi jo kaam se zyada apni zuban chalati hain. Attitude apne ghar chor kar aaya karein."

"Attitude main nahi, sir aap dikha rahe hain!" Meerab se ab raha nahi gaya. Wo kursi se khari ho gayi. "Aap ne mera kaam dekha hi nahi aur pehle hi faisla kar liya? Agar aap ko sirf haan mein haan milane wale robot chahiye, to bahir board laga dein ke yahan insano ki zaroorat nahi hai!"

Zaviyar bhi apni kursi se jhatke se khara hua. Wo qadd-o-qamat mein Meerab se kafi lamba tha, us ke samne aate hi Meerab ko us ke gusse ki tapat mehsoos hui.

"Just shut up!" Zaviyar ki aawaz poore kamre mein goonji. "Tumhari jurrat kaise hui mere samne is tone mein baat karne ki? You are rejected! Dafa ho jao mere office se is se pehle ke main security ko bula kar tumhe baahir nikalwaoon!"

Meerab ka chehra gusse aur sharmindagi se laal ho chuka tha. Us ki aankhon mein aansoo aane ko the, lekin us ne khud ko sambhala. Wo rona nahi chahti thi, khaas tor par is khadoos insan ke samne.

"Security bulane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai, Mr. CEO! Main khud is bad-tameez mahool mein kaam nahi karna chahti. Khuda hafiz!" Meerab ne jhatke se apni file uthai aur murr kar tezi se darwaze ki taraf barhi. Us ne darwaza itne zor se band kiya ke poori deewar hil gayi.

Zaviyar wahan khara gusse mein haanp raha تھا. Us ne apni tie ko dheela kiya aur gusse mein table par hath maara. "Bat-tameez larki! Pata nahi kahan kahan se aa jaati hain."

Baahir nikal kar Meerab lift ke bajaye seerhiyon ki taraf bhaagi. Us ka dil zor zor se dharak raha tha aur aankhon se gusse ke aansoo nikal aaye the. "Samajhta kya hai wo khud ko? Khadoos, bad-dimagh! Agar zameen par aakhri naukri bhi wahan bachi na, to bhi main us ke office mein qadam nahi rakhoongi!"

Lekar Meerab yeh nahi jaanti thi ke taqdeer ne un dono ke liye kuch aur hi likh rakha tha. Abhi to yeh sirf shuruat thi