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Saal tha 2016
Main abhi college ka first year khatam karke 2nd year main aaya tha.
Hello friends mera naam hai Ganesh Mishra aur main ek hindu brahmin family se hu. Main Dehradun main rehta hu. main ab 25 saal ka hu. mere ghar main main, meri 2 sister, meri mummy aur papa rehte hai.
meri mummy ka naam Pooja Mishra tha wah ab 49 years ki hai. wah Govt hospital main doctor hai. wah overweight hai. hora rang hai. wah ek sanskari hindu mahila thi. Wah ek gharelu hindu mahila thi jo ki jyada logo se baat nhi karti thi Apni se choti jaat walo se to bilkul bhi nhi.
Aur meri behno ka naam kavita aur savita tha jo ki ab 23 aur 22 saal ke ho gaye hai.
Mere papa ka naam Bajrang Mishra hai wo ki ek police inspector hai wah thode mote aur chote kar ke aadmi hai. Mere papa. Mere papa kattar hindu hai, wah mujhe bihat baar kehte the ki muslim log humse bure hote hai. wah gande hote hai. aur hume kabhi bhi unse dab ke nhi rehna chahiye. Mujhe us samay yah sab sun ke bihar achcha lagta tha.
Meri family right wing ko support karne wali hai. aaye din muslim logo ke baare main khabare “jaise ki hindu ladki ka muslim ke saath bhag jana” Sun kar humara khoon khol jata tha.
Jab hum bachche the tab humare khud ke mohalle main ek pandit ki beti ne pandit ki umar ke ek kabadi ( Jamal ) ke saath bhag ke shadi kar li thi. pandit ko apni beti ko apne kareeb rakhne ke liye apna ghar us kabadi ke naam karna pada aur apni jama punji ke uska taxi ka business shuru karwaya, phir bhi kabhi apni beti ka chehra nhi dekh paya kyun ki wo humesha burqa pehan ke rahti thi. wah pandit aaj bhi apne mandir main rehta hai. aur wah kabadi aaj humare mohalle ka ek bada aadmi ban gaya hai. uske 7 bachche bhi hai.
Yeh news ke baad mere papa kattar hindu ban gaye the. jab bhi unhe mauka milta wo kisi case main muslim ko fasane ka wah nhi chorte. aur hume bade garv ke saath Ghar aake batate.
Hindusim main “KARM” ka concept bohat famous hai. humari jindagi usi pe aadharit hai.
Jab main 2nd year main aaya to maine socha ki ab main junior nhi raha aur jab main first year main tha tab mere saath wale students ko bihat bully kiya jata tha, par mujhe nhi kyunki mere papa police inspector the. Ab main bhi chahta tha ragging karna ( main bachpan se sunta aaya tha ki hum supreme hote hai ) to maine decide kiya ki main bhi kisi ko bully karunga.
Phir maine dekha ki ek first year ka ladka jo ki sir pe topi pehan ke aaya tha wah bihat dubla patla tha. face main bina muchon ki thodi si daadi thi. wah clearly muslim tha. maine use apna pehla shikaar banaya.
Maine use ishara karke apne pass bulaya aur uska I’d card manga.
Name – Nasim khan age ( 17 ) ( back in 2016 )
Father – Maqbool Khan
Maine usse pucha,
Me “papa kya karte hai tere”
Nasim – “Sir, taxi chalate hai”
Me – “Jhoot bolta hai senior se”. Yah kehte hi maine use ek jhapad maar diya “sach sach bata ki kya karta hai tera baap”
Nasim – “Sir main sach bol raha hu, wo taxi chalate hai”
Me – «THAPPPAD» Phir jhoot. “bol Tera baap atankwadi hai”
Nasim – “sir aise kyu bol rahe ho? ye galat hai”
Me – “bahar chal tu college ke jara”
Ye keh ke main apne 2 dosto ke saath bahar ek gali main le gaya use
Me – “jab to to qabool nhi karega ki tera baap aatankwadi hai tab tak tujhe peeyunga.”
Nasim – “Sir please aap aisa mat karo, maine aapka kya bigada hai” “main kuch nhi bolunga”
Ye kehte hi maine aur mere dosto ne use pitna shuru kar diya. uske kapde bhi faad diye. aur uski topi gatar main fek di. Par usne apne baap ko aatankwadi nhi bola. Hum use peet peet ke thak gaye par wo nhi thaka.
Me – “Aaj tujhe chor Raha hu, par kal nhi chorunga aatankwadi”
Nasim – “aaj bhi kyu chor rahe ho, thak gaye kya”.
Maine socha bol to ye theek hi raha hai usse jyada to humari haalat kharaab ho gayi thi.
Me – “abhi mujhe kahin Jana hai, tu chinta mat kar kal gaand fadunga teri”
Ye keh ke main wahan se chala gaya
Agle din phir pitai kari uski maine. par wo kuch nhi bola.
College ke baad mere papa ek din lene aaye the mujhe, tab Nasim waha aaya aur bola
Nasim – “uncle, aapka beta mujhe Roz Marta hai aur mujhe aatankwadi kehta hai” “aap isko bolo ki aisa na karein, please”
Ye sunte hi mere papa ne use gaadi main baithne ko bola. wp 2 second rukne ke baad wahan gaadi main peeche baitha mere bagal main.
Papa – “shabaash mere hindu sher, in aatankiyon ko aise hi treat karna chahiye. Zara mujhe bhi to dikha kaise ki tune iski pitai”
Ye sunte hi main garv se choda ho gaya.
FIR Maine Nasim ke gal per do chate jad diye Naseem dar Gaya yah dekh ke Mere pitaji ne Mere Ko kaha
Papa – “shabash Mere Sher in aatankwadiyon ko inki jagah kabhi nahin bhulni chahie tujhe isko jitna maarna hai maar Main tere sath hun.”
Uske baad हमने नसीम को जाने दिया फिर आने वाले कुछ महीनों तक मैं उसको वैसे ही पीटता रहा और मैं उसकी जेब से जितने पैसे होते सब निकाल लेता. पर कुछ दिनों बाद उसके बर्ताव में बदलाव आ गया था अब वह मुझ से डरता नहीं था बल्कि मेरी मार खाते-खाते हंसता था फिर लगभग तीन चार महीने बाद मैंने उसकी पिटाई करना बंद कर दिया.
Main abhi college ka first year khatam karke 2nd year main aaya tha.
Hello friends mera naam hai Ganesh Mishra aur main ek hindu brahmin family se hu. Main Dehradun main rehta hu. main ab 25 saal ka hu. mere ghar main main, meri 2 sister, meri mummy aur papa rehte hai.
meri mummy ka naam Pooja Mishra tha wah ab 49 years ki hai. wah Govt hospital main doctor hai. wah overweight hai. hora rang hai. wah ek sanskari hindu mahila thi. Wah ek gharelu hindu mahila thi jo ki jyada logo se baat nhi karti thi Apni se choti jaat walo se to bilkul bhi nhi.
Aur meri behno ka naam kavita aur savita tha jo ki ab 23 aur 22 saal ke ho gaye hai.
Mere papa ka naam Bajrang Mishra hai wo ki ek police inspector hai wah thode mote aur chote kar ke aadmi hai. Mere papa. Mere papa kattar hindu hai, wah mujhe bihat baar kehte the ki muslim log humse bure hote hai. wah gande hote hai. aur hume kabhi bhi unse dab ke nhi rehna chahiye. Mujhe us samay yah sab sun ke bihar achcha lagta tha.
Meri family right wing ko support karne wali hai. aaye din muslim logo ke baare main khabare “jaise ki hindu ladki ka muslim ke saath bhag jana” Sun kar humara khoon khol jata tha.
Jab hum bachche the tab humare khud ke mohalle main ek pandit ki beti ne pandit ki umar ke ek kabadi ( Jamal ) ke saath bhag ke shadi kar li thi. pandit ko apni beti ko apne kareeb rakhne ke liye apna ghar us kabadi ke naam karna pada aur apni jama punji ke uska taxi ka business shuru karwaya, phir bhi kabhi apni beti ka chehra nhi dekh paya kyun ki wo humesha burqa pehan ke rahti thi. wah pandit aaj bhi apne mandir main rehta hai. aur wah kabadi aaj humare mohalle ka ek bada aadmi ban gaya hai. uske 7 bachche bhi hai.
Yeh news ke baad mere papa kattar hindu ban gaye the. jab bhi unhe mauka milta wo kisi case main muslim ko fasane ka wah nhi chorte. aur hume bade garv ke saath Ghar aake batate.
Hindusim main “KARM” ka concept bohat famous hai. humari jindagi usi pe aadharit hai.
Jab main 2nd year main aaya to maine socha ki ab main junior nhi raha aur jab main first year main tha tab mere saath wale students ko bihat bully kiya jata tha, par mujhe nhi kyunki mere papa police inspector the. Ab main bhi chahta tha ragging karna ( main bachpan se sunta aaya tha ki hum supreme hote hai ) to maine decide kiya ki main bhi kisi ko bully karunga.
Phir maine dekha ki ek first year ka ladka jo ki sir pe topi pehan ke aaya tha wah bihat dubla patla tha. face main bina muchon ki thodi si daadi thi. wah clearly muslim tha. maine use apna pehla shikaar banaya.
Maine use ishara karke apne pass bulaya aur uska I’d card manga.
Name – Nasim khan age ( 17 ) ( back in 2016 )
Father – Maqbool Khan
Maine usse pucha,
Me “papa kya karte hai tere”
Nasim – “Sir, taxi chalate hai”
Me – “Jhoot bolta hai senior se”. Yah kehte hi maine use ek jhapad maar diya “sach sach bata ki kya karta hai tera baap”
Nasim – “Sir main sach bol raha hu, wo taxi chalate hai”
Me – «THAPPPAD» Phir jhoot. “bol Tera baap atankwadi hai”
Nasim – “sir aise kyu bol rahe ho? ye galat hai”
Me – “bahar chal tu college ke jara”
Ye keh ke main apne 2 dosto ke saath bahar ek gali main le gaya use
Me – “jab to to qabool nhi karega ki tera baap aatankwadi hai tab tak tujhe peeyunga.”
Nasim – “Sir please aap aisa mat karo, maine aapka kya bigada hai” “main kuch nhi bolunga”
Ye kehte hi maine aur mere dosto ne use pitna shuru kar diya. uske kapde bhi faad diye. aur uski topi gatar main fek di. Par usne apne baap ko aatankwadi nhi bola. Hum use peet peet ke thak gaye par wo nhi thaka.
Me – “Aaj tujhe chor Raha hu, par kal nhi chorunga aatankwadi”
Nasim – “aaj bhi kyu chor rahe ho, thak gaye kya”.
Maine socha bol to ye theek hi raha hai usse jyada to humari haalat kharaab ho gayi thi.
Me – “abhi mujhe kahin Jana hai, tu chinta mat kar kal gaand fadunga teri”
Ye keh ke main wahan se chala gaya
Agle din phir pitai kari uski maine. par wo kuch nhi bola.
College ke baad mere papa ek din lene aaye the mujhe, tab Nasim waha aaya aur bola
Nasim – “uncle, aapka beta mujhe Roz Marta hai aur mujhe aatankwadi kehta hai” “aap isko bolo ki aisa na karein, please”
Ye sunte hi mere papa ne use gaadi main baithne ko bola. wp 2 second rukne ke baad wahan gaadi main peeche baitha mere bagal main.
Papa – “shabaash mere hindu sher, in aatankiyon ko aise hi treat karna chahiye. Zara mujhe bhi to dikha kaise ki tune iski pitai”
Ye sunte hi main garv se choda ho gaya.
FIR Maine Nasim ke gal per do chate jad diye Naseem dar Gaya yah dekh ke Mere pitaji ne Mere Ko kaha
Papa – “shabash Mere Sher in aatankwadiyon ko inki jagah kabhi nahin bhulni chahie tujhe isko jitna maarna hai maar Main tere sath hun.”
Uske baad हमने नसीम को जाने दिया फिर आने वाले कुछ महीनों तक मैं उसको वैसे ही पीटता रहा और मैं उसकी जेब से जितने पैसे होते सब निकाल लेता. पर कुछ दिनों बाद उसके बर्ताव में बदलाव आ गया था अब वह मुझ से डरता नहीं था बल्कि मेरी मार खाते-खाते हंसता था फिर लगभग तीन चार महीने बाद मैंने उसकी पिटाई करना बंद कर दिया.