Garam chai ki bhap uth rahi thi, aasman par badal garaj rahe the, aur poora gaon halki halki thand mein lipta hua tha. Aaj mausam kuch zyada hi rangeen tha. Pura gaon bachon ki cheekh pukar, hanssi, aur mitti ki khushboo se bhar chuka tha. Achanak tez hawa ka jhonka aya aur phir baarish ki pehli boond daad-dad karnee lagi—aur isi waqt kahani shuru hoti hai hamare hero… ya villain… ya dono ke
mix character Kalia Ustead se.
Kalia Ustead aik moota sa, hansmukh aur kabhi kabhi thoda si shararti banda tha jo bachon ka favourite bhi tha aur dushman bhi. Uska aik hi mission hota tha—samosa khana! Agar kahin se khushboo bhi aaye na, to Kalia ustead pehle pahunchta tha.
Baarish barhti gayi, aur saari galiyon mein paani ki chhap-chhap mach gayi. Bachay plastic ki boat bana kar pani mein chhor rahe thay, koi kachray ki tokri ko boat samajh raha tha, koi mitti ke ghol mein pair ghusa kar “slippery race” khel raha tha. Lekin ek banda tha jo sab se hat kar ek alak hi mission pe tha…
Kalia Ustead.
Haath mein ek badi si chhatri, paon mein purani hawa bharli sandals, aur munh par wohi classic mischievous smile. Aaj usay kuch izzatiyaasi feel ho rahi thi kyun ke baarish ka mausam uska favourite hota tha — kyun? Kyun ke baarish ke mausam mein samosay aur pakoray ki demand badh jati thi… aur jab demand badhti thi, to supply bhi badhti thi… aur jahaan supply ho, wahan Kalia zaroor hota tha.
Gaon ke kone per aik chota sa thela tha — “Chacha Tufail Samosay Walay Ka.” Aaj chacha ki dukaan par itni rush thi ke bachon ki line lambi hoti ja rahi thi. Koi keh raha tha, “Chacha teen samosay mujhe de do!”
Koi chilla raha tha, “Chacha mere walay me extra aloo daalna!”
Is beech ek saaya aaya… bada sa… chhatri lekar. Aur sab bachon ne palat kar dekha…
Kalia Ustead!
“Chacha… aik dozen samosay pack kar do,” Kalia ne ghanti jaisi awaaz mein kaha, “aur agar possible ho to udhar ki jo crispy waalay hain na… woh bhi add kar do.”
Chacha Tufail ne hans kar kaha, “Bhai jaan, baarish mein sub crispy hi bante hain. Aap fikar na karein.”
Bachay hil-mil kar ek doosray se kehne lagay:
“Lo bhai, ab to humay ek samosa bhi mushkil milega. Kalia ustead sab le gaya!”
Lekin Kalia ustead ne unki baat sun kar aik epic dialogue maara:
“Aray bachon! Kalia se mat darya karo… Kalia ke saath share karo!”
Phir khud hi hansne laga jaise koi Hollywood comedian ho.
Issi waqt ek bijli chamki, ek zor ka garaj sunai diya, aur aasman bilkul roshan ho gaya. Baarish aur tez ho gayi — boonday moti hogain aur hawa tez. Gaon ki main road par paani behne laga, aur bachon ke plastic boats turbo speed mein daurna shuru ho gayi.
Achanak ek chota bacha phisal kar paani mein gir gaya. Sab cheekh uthey:
“Aray Ali gir gaya! Ali gir gaya!”
Kalia Ustead ne samosay ka thaila ek side rakha, chhatri band ki, aur chilla kar bola:
“Kalia ustead aa gaya! Rruck jao!”
Aur phir woh apni hawa bharli sandals ke saath paani mein chala — POKCH! PIKCH! POKCH! — jaise aik cartoon character slow motion mein enter ho raha ho.
Bachay aik dum se serious ho gaye, aur Kalia ustead ne Ali ka haath pakr kar use khada kiya. Ali rota hua bola, “Meri boat beh gayi…”
Kalia ne apni jeb se ek nayi plastic bowl nikali — shayad samosay ke sath milti hai — aur bola:
“Lo bhai! Boat ki boat, bowl ki bowl!”
Bachay phir se hansne lage.
Yeh scene dekh kar har koi enjoy kar raha tha. Baarish, samosay, funny ustead, aur bachon ka laughter—poora gaon aik animation movie jaisa lag raha tha.
Aur yeh sirf shuruaat thi.
Kyunke aaj baarish ke saath hone wala tha kuch unexpected, kuch funny, aur kuch super cartoonish.
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