Anmol: Didi..bhookh lagi hai..naashte me kya hai?
Purvi: kya? Naashta..rukh main deti hai..
Anmol takes his cricket bat and shadow practices.
Purvi: sunn…main Sachin ki kholi me jhadoo maar rahi thi toh yeh neeche se mila..yeh teri hai naa? she hands the chain to him. He looks at her in shock.
Anmol(mind): Meri chain…shayad sote waqt gir gayi..oh god..usme toh Mamaa Papa ka photo hai..kahin issne dekh toh nahi liya naa..
Purvi: aise kya dekh raha hai..tera ich hai naa..toh lee…
Anmol: nahi…nahi toh..he lies, thinking he will take it afterwards.
Purvi: pakka yeh chain tera nahi hai?
Anmol: haan….
Purvi: ek min..zaraa sochne de..she thinks something keeping her index finger on her chin..she smiles at Anmol and strokes his cheek lovingly…
Purvi: Rajuuuuuu…she calls his name extra sweetly..
Anmol (scared): Haan ..didi…
Purvi: tu mere kholi me kitne din se reh raha hai?
Anmol: Pata nahi…
Purvi: achaaaa…kitne din se khaana khaa raha hai?
Anmol: nahi pata didi..
Purvi: Nahi pata hai..theekh hai…hmmmmm…tu shayad 7 din se yahi reh raha hai aur fukat ka khaana thooos raha hai…tere pe jo kharach rahi hai main…uska rokda kaun dega?
Anmol: Rokdaa?
Purvi: paisa…moneyyy…ab samajh me aaya tere..
Anmol (making sad face): mere paas paise nahi hai didi..aapko pata hai naa..mujhe who log kitna maarte the..he fake cries, hugging her.
Purvi: chal yeh natak bandh kar….paisa nahi hai..theekh hai..toh yeh sone ka chain main bech deti hoon…hisaab baraabar…fittooos (even game) theekh hai..she prepares to leave.
Anmol: ek min…yeh chain..he has tears in his eyes…yeh chain meri hai..
Purvi: chal jhoote….chain ki chamak dekh ke jhooth bol raha hai..tere paas aisi chain kaise aayegi..tu toh gareeb hai naa…tujhe toh majdoor banaake kaam karvaate the naa..toh yeh kya Diwali baksheesh me mili hai? She yells..
Anmol (crying): Didi..yeh meri Mamma ki ek hi nishaani hai..yeh meri mamma ki chain hai..
Purvi (shock): mamma?
Anmol (opening the locket): Didi..yeh meri Mamma hai Kaajal…aur yeh Papa …Sachin..main sach me Sachin ka beta hoon….wohi mere Papa hai..
He hugs Purvi and cries. Purvi is shocked. This is too much for her. Sachin is Anmol's father!
Purvi: kya? Sachin shaadishudaa hai? Lekin usne kabhi bataya nahi..
Anmol is sobbing now. She wipes his tears and smiles at him.
Purvi (nervous): Tumhari Maa kahan hai?
Anmol (tears): Mamaa nahi hai…bhagwaan ke paas chali gayi..he sobs loudly now.
Purvi sits back now. She cannot process the emotions she has in her heart. Sachin is or was married…he has a child and now his wife is dead!
Purvi: agar Sachin tera papa hai..toh tujhe pehchaanta kyun nahi?
Anmol: pata nahi…maine Papa ko uss din mall me pehli baar dekha..mujhe kabhi bataya nahi Naanu ne ki papa kahan hai…
He tells his story to Purvi, how it was always Kaajal with him , she died a few years back, his life in hostel, his accidental discovery that his father is in Mumbai, how he ran away from school and by luck ran into Sachin..
Purvi (wiping tears): main sochti thi…hum gareebon ke hi life me hi problem hai…magar tu…hmmff…aage kya karne ka socha hai tune?
Anmol: Papa ke saath rehna chahta hoon
Purvi: toh sach bol de….bol de tu uska beta hai…
Anmol: mujhe darr lag raha hai..papa baat baat pe police ke paas jaane ki baat karte hai..kahin mujhe naanu ke paas naa bhej de..ek baar Naanu ke paas gaya toh phir mujhe phir kabhi Papa ke paas nahi aane denge..
He hugs Purvi and cries.
Anmol: Didi..please..aap Papa se kuch mat kahiye..pleaseee..
Purvi (agreeing): Theekh hai…
Purvi: tera naam kya hai?
Anmol (smile): Anmol…
Purvi: bahut acha naam hai….chal nashta kar le..
Sachin comes in the room.
Sachin: arre…yeh kya ….tum dono kya baate kar rahe ho?
Anmol: kuch nahi Papa…
Sachin: kitni baar kaha hai…main tera papa nahi hoon…
Purvi: arre rehne de naa…waise bhi tera agar koi beta hota..toh aisaich dikhta naa…Raju…tu bindaas sachin ko papa bulaa..main dekhti hai kaise tujhe rokta hai…khaana bandh kar doongi haan…
Sachin: tujhe bahut shauq hai….logon ko baap banaane ka…toh phir theekh hai…Raju..agar main tera papa hoon..toh aaj se yeh teri Mummy hai…chal isko mummy bulaa..
Anmol (angry): Nahi…yeh meri mamma nahi hai..nahi hai..he rushes out in anger…
Sachin: arre isko kya ho gaya…dekha Purvi…who tujhe apni mummy bhi nai bolna chahta..mujhe kyun papa papa bulaata hai phhir…arre..tujhe kya hua?
Purvi (turning back,wiping tears): kuch nahi Sachin..tu jaa…Anmo….mera matlab Raju ko leke aa..usne..usne kuch khaaya nahi hai.
Sachin leaves, Purvi sits and sobs.
Purvi (mind): yeh kya kar diya Purvi tune…tu aise marad se pyaar kar baithi..jo..jo shaadi shudaa hai…uska ek bachaa hai….tujhe lagta tha aaj tak usne tereko chuaa nahi kyunki who tereko pyaar karta hai…lekin who toh shayad aaj bi apni biwi se pyaar karta hai…she sobs.
Cricket ground
Anmol is sitting watching big boys play. He misses his mother very badly. He cannot think of anyone taking his mother's place. How did Sachin- his own dad easily ask him to call Purvi his mother…how could he even think she could replace Kajal !
Sachin: arre…tu idhar baitha hai..chal..ghar chal..Purvi tera wait kar rahi hai…
Anmol: mujhe nahi khaana…
Sachin (sitting next to him): kyun? Roj subah toh haathi jaisa khaata hai naa..arre chal naa..naashte me pohaa banaya hai..Purvi ne banaaya hai…
Anmol: Kya Purvi..Purvi…Purvi…subah se uska naam bole jaa rahe hai…kya hai woh? Theekh se English bolna bhi nahi aata usko….kabhi school bhi gayi hai kya? Jab dekho gaaliyan hi bolti hai…aisi aurat ko main mummy kyun bulaoon?
Sachin (angry): kaisi baat kar raha hai? Arre woh nahi hoti toh aaj pata nahi tu kahan hota..main toh ussi din police ke paas jaane waala tha..usne rok liya mujhe…itne din se uske ghar pe thehra hai..uska bhai banke…tera kitna khayal rakhti hai….main jab se aaya hoon…mera bhi khayal rakha hai usne…aur tu kya English ki baaten kar raha hai..tujhe koi saab ne 2-4 shabd sikhaa diya toh tu kya Englishman ban gaya?
Anmol (angry): woh meri mamma nahi hai…he yells..
Sachin: toh main kaunsa tera papa hoon…mujhe bhi mat bulaa papa..aur waise bhi main toh aise hi usse chidhaane ke liye bol raha tha..tu kyun tave ke jaise garam ho gaya..
Anmol: sorry..pata nahi…meri mamma kaisi hogi yeh sochke mujhe ronaa aa gaya…he wipes his tears.
Sachin (softly): Maa ki yaad aa rahi hai tujhe? Tune teri Maa ko dekha hai?
Anmol (looking into his eyes, lying): Nahi…nahi dekha hai..
Sachin: aur papa?
Anmol hugs him. Sachin pats his back and picks him up just like that to take to Purvi's house.
On the way
Some big boy: ohhh Sachin bhaaaiii..
Sachin: arre Vicky…kya hua?
Vicky: acha hua idhar hi mil gaye..main tere kholi me hi jaa raha tha…aata hai kya? Bada match hai…Dongripada me…
Sachin: match? Nahi yaar..
Vicky: chal naa bhaai…zaroorat hai Tendulkar ki….tere saath me yeh virat kohli ko bhi le chal..he points to Anmol
Sachin: isko khelne denge kya?
Vicky: haan haan..kyun nahi…jeetne waali team ko 5000 Rs milega…man of the match ko 2000 rs…aur apna sponsor hai naa..Abdul Bhaai…jeetne pe Ustad hotel me akhi team ko biryani freee…chal naaa..
Anmol (excited): chalo naa..Papa..
Sachin(smiles): Chal teekh hai..
Anmol hostel
Mohan, the peon joins the school early.
Mohan: Father…mujhe jaldi kyun aane bola aapne?…main toh 2 din ke baad waise hi aane waala tha
Principal: yahan urgent kaam hai Mohan….police har do din me aati hai..security ke intezaam dekhne..case ke baare me puch taach karne..saare staff ki chutti cancel kar di maine..
Mohan (surprise): Police? Security? Kya ho gaya Father..
Principal (sigh): Anmol Sharma…Arjun Sharma ji ka pota hamare hostel se gayab ho gaya…7 din pehle..
Mohan (shock): Kya? 7 din pehle? Jiss din main Mumbai gaya? Arre uske ek din pehle toh main usko milaa thaa..
Principal: kya? Tumne usse kuch baat ki? Kya kaha usne? Tumhe kuch pata hai kya?
Arjun Lakshmi house
Arjun: Vinit….kya kaha inspector ne phone pe?
Vinit: unhe kuch lead mili hai…who aa rahe hai ghar pe humse baat karne..
Lakshmi (getting up): Kya? Mera Anmol…Anmol mil gaya? Kahan hai woh?
Vinit: Maaa…aap aaram karo…woh abhi mila nahi hai..shayad achi khabar hi ho..jaldi mil jaayega..
The inspector arrives.
Inspector: Mr Sharma humne aaj school peon Mohan se pooch taach ki..aur hame pata chala ki Anmol ki aur uski kuch baat huyi thi..Anmol ke gayab hone ke pehle..
Arjun: toh phir aap uss Mohan se puchiye..kahan hai mera potaa…ussine kidnap kiya hoga..
Inspector: calm down Mr Sharma….hame yeh pata chala ki Anmol ne Mohan se baaton baaton me uske Mumbai jaane ki details nikaal liye the..
Arjun: Mumbai? Main samjhaa nahi
Inspector: Mohan apne family ke saath Mumbai jaane waala tha…Anmol ne usse badi chaalaaki se saare details nikalwaaye…who kitne baje jaane waala hai, kitne log hai..kaise jaane waala hai etc etc..
Vinit: toh aapki yeh lagta hai Anmol Mumbai gaya hai?
Inspector: ho sakta hai…Mr Sharma..aapko kya lagta hai…kya Anmol kissise milne jaa sakta hai Mumbai? Kya uska koi khaas wahan rehta hai? Waise 10 saal pehle aap bhi Mumbai me rehte the naa?
Arjun (angry): 10 saal pehle main rehta tha…maine who shaher hamesha hamesha ke liye chodd diya..ab wahan hamara kuch nahi hai..kuch nahi..
Inspector: Okay Mr Sharma…phir toh koi ummeed nahi abhi…itne bade shaher me waise bhi dhoondna mushkil hai…hum koshish jaari rakhenge…Good day…The inspector leaves..
Arjun walks to his bedroom and shuts the door. He takes his phone and calls his best friend – ACP Pradyuman (CID – Mumbai).
Will Arjun track Anmol? Will Sachin love Anmol as his son...keep reading..
Wishing a happy Ramadan to all those who celebrate this festival across the world...
