“Forwarded by Mistake: Rohan ka Society Ka Kalesh”

Rohan ki life ka motto simple tha: “Kaam karo, khana khao, aur kisi ke group chat mein zyada active mat raho.” 27 saal ka software engineer, work from home wala बंदा, aur naturally aisa इंसान jo “bhai, dekh lenge” bolne se pehle hi emotionally thak jaata tha. Uska flat Noida ki ek mid-size society mein tha, jahan logon ke liye WhatsApp group sirf communication ka tool nahi, बल्कि mini parliament tha. Har din koi na koi “Good Morning” sticker, “Water timing changed” alert, ya “Who left shoes near lift?” wali passive-aggressive poetry zaroor aati thi.

Society group ki queen थीं Mrs. Sharma—55 saal, retired teacher, aur aisi secretary jinke phone mein stickers ki inventory kisi festival market se kam nahi thi. Unka “Good Morning” sticker itna aggressive hota tha jaise subah 6 baje hi society ko discipline class mein bhej diya ho. Aur Mr. Khanna? 45 saal ke property dealer, jinke liye problem solve karna secondary tha; pehle problem create karo, phir us par 14-message ka rant daalo. Woh har choti cheez pe “This is unacceptable” type ka emotional essay likhte the, jaise society nahi, unka personal stage ho.

Rohan bas apni coding, chai, aur thodi si peace mein khush tha. Office remote tha, to meetings camera off mein nikal jaati thi, aur uska sabse bada daily struggle hota tha—“bhai lunch break mein kya order karu?” Problem ye thi ki Rohan “naa” bolne mein itna weak tha ki agar koi usse “bhai ek kaam kar de” bol deta, to uska brain pehle “no” sochta, phir mouth “yes” bol deta. Society wale is weakness ko abhi tak fully detect nahi kar paaye the. Ya shayad dekh hi nahi paaye the kyunki Rohan zyada tar apne hi shell mein rehta tha.

Ek Monday tha. Office mein sprint planning chal rahi thi, aur Rohan ka mood already kharab tha. Lead bol raha tha, “Guys, release thoda tight hai, but we’ll manage.” Rohan ne mute pe hote hi under-breath bola, “Manage? Bhai ye manage nahi, emotional blackmail hai.” Usne frustration mein apne office group ko message type kiya: “Honestly, this whole thing is ridiculous. Everyone keeps dumping work on the same people. If this continues, I swear I’ll volunteer for nothing ever again.”

Bas yahin pe fatal slip hua.

Usne copy-paste kiya, socha office group mein daala hai, aur Enter dabaa diya. Par actual mein paste ho gaya… society group mein.

Rohan ko realization 3 seconds baad hua, jab message ke niche blue tick ke badle ek silence ka tsunami tha. Phir ek minute ke andar notification aane lage. Pehle Mrs. Sharma ka reply: “वाह Rohan beta! So responsible of you. Society ko aap jaise young aur energetic member ki bahut zarurat thi.”

Phir Mr. Khanna: “Finally someone with initiative. Let’s see if this enthusiasm lasts.”

Aur phir group mein aisa virtual garam hawa ka jhonka aaya ki messages ki baarish shuru ho gayi. “Jai Ho Rohan!” “Great job, beta!” “Good morning, society ka future bright hai.” “Rohan ji, please gate ke issue pe bhi ek look daal dijiye.” “Wow, such a helpful boy.”

Rohan ka heart literally Ctrl+Alt+Delete mode mein chala gaya. Usne turant message delete karna chaha, par tab tak 18 log screenshot le chuke the. Society group ka logic simple tha: agar kuch galat lag raha hai, to usko aur zyada forward karo.

Usne typing box khola, socha likhe: “Arre sorry, galti se…” Phir delete kar diya. Phir likha: “Mera matlab…” Phir delete. Phir bas ek emoji bhej diya—😅 Jo sabko aur cute laga. Mrs. Sharma ne turant interpret kar liya: “So humble!”

Uske baad jo hua, woh textbook society administration ka case tha. Mrs. Sharma ne next morning hi group mein announce kar diya: “Rohan will coordinate volunteer duties from today. Gate security, parking discipline, water tank cleaning, and event management. Congratulations!”

Rohan ne message padha aur literally chai ka cup hold karke freeze ho gaya. Usne apni screen dekhi, phir ceiling dekhi, phir apne existence ke decisions pe doubt kiya. “Main volunteer? Maine to bas ek frustrated line bheji thi!”

Par group mein “sir” aur “beta” ke beech insaan ka objection ka weight hi kya hota hai? Rohan ne reply nahi kiya. Aur society mein silence ka matlab hota hai consent. Delhi-NCR societies mein ye ek official law jaisa chalta hai.

Agli subah se Rohan ka real job double shift mein badal gaya. 9 baje office meeting, 10 baje Mrs. Sharma ka call: “Rohan beta, lift ke paas light nahi chal rahi.” 11 baje backend debugging, 11:15 pe Mr. Khanna ka voice note: “Bhai, parking mein ek car nakli angle pe khadi hai. Society ki image kharab ho rahi hai.” 12 baje code review, 12:10 pe society group mein message: “Rohan, water tank ka lid check kar lo.” Aur 1 baje lunch ke time usse gate pe khade security guard ne bola, “Sir, Mrs. Sharma ne aapko bulaaya hai.”

Rohan ka din laptop aur society register ke beech pendulum ki tarah swing karne laga. Uska camera off hota, aur background mein society ka drama chal raha hota. Kabhi koi resident complain karta ki “lift mein smell aa rahi hai,” kabhi kisi ko “dog policy” pe opinion dena hota, aur kabhi Mr. Khanna apni importance prove karne ke liye long paragraphs likhte. Rohan sabka message politely read karta, phir solve karne ki koshish karta, kyunki ab usko lagne laga tha ki agar usne mana kiya, to log disappoint ho jayenge. Aur Rohan ka biggest डर yahi tha—kisi ko disappoint karna.

Mrs. Sharma ne to usko society ka unofficial project manager hi bana diya. “Rohan beta, water tank ki safai ka schedule bana do.” “Rohan beta, gate security ko reminder bhejo.” “Rohan beta, children’s day event mein balloons ka arrangement bhi dekh lo.” “Rohan beta, society ke notice board pe ek polite reminder likh do.” Har sentence ke end mein “beta” hota tha, par tone aisi hoti jaise koi teacher last bench wale ko class monitor bana rahi ho aur phir uski life ka control apne paas rakh rahi ho.