Nai Sadak Ki Chai, Delhi – 6
- by chai premi
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Dosti Aur Chai Ka Rishta
Ab yun to mann milne ki baat hai… kabhi duniya se, kabhi apne logon se.
Kisi se mann poora mil jata hai, kisi se thoda kam. Har rishta apni jagah alag hota hai.
Dosti se yaad aaya… mera ek dost hai.
Dost isliye, kyunki vo bhi meri tarah chai ka shaukeen hai. Aur chai ki laalsa use is kadar hai ki har shaam 5 baje vo mere ghar ke niche dastak de deta hai. Bas isi bahane ki, “chal bhai, chai pee kar aate hain.”
Ek din ki baat hai.
Main ghar ki bani chai apne khud ke kharide kulhad mein “foo-foo” karte hue pee raha tha. Tabhi niche se uski awaaz aayi:
“Bade bhai… chai akele na piyo, humare saath bhi pee lo.”
Ek pal ke liye mujhe laga — isse kaise pata chal gaya ki main chai pee raha hoon?
Main balcony par aaya aur usse upar se pucha — “Chalein?”
Mera mann khush ho gaya. Maine usse bola:
“Chal aaj tujhe ek aisi jagah ki chai pilata hoon jahan se pee kar tu mere ghar ek nahi, do baar aaya karega.”
Uski aankhon ki chamak sab kuch bata rahi thi.
Safar Delhi – 6 Ka
Main upar gaya, helmet uthaya… aur kuch hi der baad uski bike par baith kar nikal pade.
Manzil thi — Delhi-6.
Delhi-6… jahan ka mera lagaav kuch alag hi kahani bayan karta hai.
Bike parking mein lagayi.
Dost ne poocha — “Ab kahan?”
Maine muskurakar bola:
“Bas mere kadmon ka peecha kar… manzil tak le jana mera kaam hai.”
Aur hum chal pade Delhi-6 ki sakri galiyon se guzarte hue.
Galiyan Aur Bazaar
Un galiyon mein har taraf ek alag hi duniya basi hui thi.
Kahin suit bik rahe the…
Kahin saree ki dukaanein chamak rahi thi.
Dukandaron ki awaazein, logon ki bheed…
aur hum un sab ke beech aage badhte ja rahe the.
Aur phir hum pahunch gaye — Nai Sadak.
Nai Sadak…
jahan shuruaat hoti hai kitabon ke panno se.
Yahan bachchon ki padhai ki kitaabein, copies aur registers milte hain.
Aur thoda aage badho to saree aur suit ki dukaanein us gali ko apni taraf kheench leti hain.
Jaise kitabon aur kapdon ke beech chhoti si nokjhok chal rahi ho.
Gali Ke Andar
Gali mein aage badhte hue chole kulche aur nan khatai ki khushboo hawa mein ghul rahi thi.
Main use ek seedhe haath wali choti si gali mein le gaya.
Jaise hi hum mudhe, bahar ek paani ka pyaau tha — jaise aane walon ka swaagat kar raha ho.
Pyaau se halka sa pani pee kar jab hum aage badhe…
to saamne tha mera chai wala.
Vo Chai Wala
Halki aanch par ubalti hui chai…
Aur aas-paas ki dukaanon se aate orders:
“10 chai bhej dena…”
“20 chai laga dena…”
Vo orders le hi raha tha ki uski nazar mujh par padi.
Thodi si tedi nazar se dekhte hi vo muskura diya.
“Are Shubham babu! Aap… aaiye aaiye.”
Bheed bhari dukaan mein aisa swaagat — dil ko ek alag hi sukoon deta hai.
Main aur mera dost paas ki ek purani haveli ke gate ke bahar bani seedhiyon par baith gaye.
Kulhad Ki Khushboo
Mere dost ne jaise hi ubalti chai ki khushboo mehsoos ki, uske muh se turant nikla:
“Bhaiya… mera kulhad bada rakhna.”
Chai wala muskura kar bola:
“Chinta mat kijiye… aaj aap yahin ke ho kar jayenge.”
Thodi hi der mein chan-chan ki awaaz ke saath chai kulhaddon mein girne lagi.
Vo manzar dekh kar hi mann prasann ho jata hai.
Chai Ka Asli Swaad
Chai ke saath matthi aur biscuit ki ek plate bhi aa gayi.
Chai wale ne muskurakar kaha:
“Lo Shubham babu… aaj apne dost ko hamari chai ka swaad kara hi do.”
Hum dono ne kulhad haath mein uthaya.
Pehli ghunt…
Aur mere dost ka chehra sab kuch bayan kar gaya.
“Are Shubham… kya chai hai!
Aaj to mann tript ho gaya.”
Bas wahi chai… wahi haveli ki seedhiyaan…
aur wahi saamne chota sa chai ka khoka.
Us din ke baad se mera dost bhi us chai wale ka permanent customer ban gaya.
Chai Premiyon Ke Naam
Chai ke shaukeen logo…
Agar kabhi Delhi-6 aana ho,
to Nai Sadak ki us choti si gali mein zarur jaana.
Wahan ki chai, wahan ka mahaul…
shayad aapko bhi apni taraf kheench le.
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