“Waqt ne har chehra badal diya,
pr kuch chehre kabhi the hi nahi..
kya tum jante ho duniya mein har cheez k kimat hoti hai yahan tk ki Jism bhi… pr rooh ka sauda ?
Woh sirf ek baar bikti hai… phir kabhi wapas nahi aati …
Mumbai ki ek sadak hai, jahan har raat lights jalte hain, par andhera kabhi bhi kam nhi hota. Log wahan jane se darte hai . Log Kehte hai, “wahan pehle KAVITA naam ki basti(slum) thi” jo log basti se nikale.. woh humesha ke liye adhoore rhe gye
‘Arjun Malhotra’ sirf naam.. bas itna hi kai tha , Mumbai : Mayanagari ka sabse khaufnak builder jisne 17 skyscrapers khade kiye the, 30 Murders , 18 peoples ko hospitalize aur bhi bohot jinka abhi tk koi reacord nahi hai, ksine aaj tk uske khilaf ek awaj nhi uthai thi itna powerful tha politian ke saath uthna bethna uske liye koi badi baat nhi thi pr haar building ke neeche kuch na kuch toot kar gira tha yaa kiski maut hoti thi.. Sab kehte hai , “Arjun sirf ghar nhi nahi bechta woh sapne bechta hai, phir unko khud tod deta hai”
Uski Zindagi ka Ek hi Formula tha
Yehi tha Arjun Malhotra ka mantra. Yehi tha uska dharm, uska iman, uski poori zindagi ka nichod.
Jab woh pehli baar Kavita basti pahuncha tha, toh waha kuch sau ghar the. Tin ki chhatein, mitti ki deewarein, par har ek deewar ke peeche ek kahani thi — kisi ki maa, kisi ka bachpan, kisi ka pehla pyaar. Arjun ne ek baar bhi peeche nahi dekha. Usne sirf ek line bola apne contractor se:
"Jameen khaali honi chahiye is mahine ke andar. Tarika tumhara, result mera."
Aur phir jo hua, woh kisi ne dekha, kisi ne nahi. Raat ke andhere mein bulldozer chalte, log jaagte reh jaate apne hi ghar ke malbe par baithe. Kuch logon ne resist kiya — unka naam kisi register mein darj nahi hua. Sirf ek purani aurat thi, jiska naam tha Kavita — basti ka naam usi ke naam pe pada tha, kyunki woh basti ki sabse buzurg, sabse pyaari insaan thi. Woh apne ghar ke darwaze pe khadi ho gayi thi, haathon mein ek purani Ganesh ki murti liye, aur usne kaha tha:
"Tum humse ghar cheen sakte ho beta… par jo tum bana rahe ho, uski neev mein hamari rooh hamesha rahegi. Yeh zameen kabhi tumhari nahi hogi."
Arjun ne haste hue jawab diya tha: "Buddhi maa, zameen ka malik woh hota hai jiske paas paisa hota hai, rooh nahi."
Us raat Kavita ka ghar bhi gira diya gaya. Subah uski body milti hai malbe ke neeche — par log kehte hai jab unhone uski body uthayi, toh uske chehre pe koi dar nahi tha. Sirf ek muskaan thi. Jaise woh kuch jaanti thi jo Arjun nahi jaanta tha.
Us din ke baad, Arjun Malhotra ek nayi takat se kaam karne laga. Jaise koi cheez usse pull kar rahi thi top ki taraf. Ek saal mein teen towers khade ho gaye. Politicians uski har party mein hote, news channels usse "Mumbai ka Midas" bulate — jo cheez chhuye, sona ban jaaye.
Par jo log uske kareeb the, unhone kuch alag mehsoos kiya tha. Raat ko jab Arjun apne penthouse mein sota, toh uska A.C. chalte hue bhi kamra thanda nahi hota — kuch aur thanda hota, kuch jo deewaron ke andar se aata. Uski wife ne ek baar usse poocha tha:
"Tumhe kabhi awaazein sunayi deti hai? Jaise koi gungunaa rahi ho?"
Arjun ne hass kar baat tal di thi. "Yeh sirf wind hai, Mira. Itne uche floor pe rehte hai, awaazein toh aati rahengi."