Everyone pretends to be happy

Everyone pretends to be happy

Everyone says ‘I’m fine’

Everyone shows he/she is happy with job, salary, fiancé

Everyone says he/she is in the same page with lovers, friends, family

Everyone gives effort to be beautiful

Everyone spends time and money to be fair

Everyone keeps the smile curve on face

Sadly,

No one is happy with his/her life

No one is watching the sunny sky

No one is okay with parents or lovers

Everyone is complaining about his/her life

Everyone is broken, sad, sceptic

No one is trying to break the false façade

No one is showing the real self

No one is confiding

No one can go with the idea of being poor

No one can tolerate the idea of being obsolete or oddball

This is the society we live in. we always perform like actors. We forget to be the real one.

 

A lot can happen over a plate of momo

They say, “A lot can happen over a cup of coffee”. I say, “A lot can happen over a plate of momo.” It is a story of a plate of hot piping momos and how it had become one of the good vibes of my life. My city was truly busy enjoying the sudden 9°C temperature; the crazy north winds shivered my bones, a multicolored muffler protected me from cold, a glass of hot ginger tea from a roadside tea stall gave me some comfort, the swarming crowd near Esplanade metro made me realize the presence of strenuous Monday and then, adventitiously you appeared before me when I just ordered a plate of chicken momo. God knows, why you had to come on the same stall to have the momos.

You are not my parallel, not my almost, not my ex, but something I can’t name. You looked at me whenever you got slightest opportunity, I even caught you smiling when I passed by on office corridor. Sadly, you never made any move to talk to me; probably you were happy just seeing me there just like people enjoy an elegant piece of art in a museum. I was stupid enough to believe, you were in love, in love with me; but I was so wrong.

“Hello Jinny” your sudden voice made me look at you; you are in a brownish yellow jacket and black jeans. You were looking really handsome.
“Hi” I responded slowly.
“How are you?”
This time I had to smile, “Like you care!” I felt some spots of guilt in your face as you looked at the billboards to avoid my intense gaze. A few minutes had passed without any words from any side. I patiently waited for the momos to come. I was astounded to realize we just talked for the first time.
“I do care…and stupid enough to realize things very late.”
I had to laugh at his words; a man calling himself stupid is a nice thing to watch.
“Thank God, you realized…sooner or later!” I sighed throwing my words; he too sighed. I saw a strange kind of pain in his eyes but soon he turned it into an awkward smile. Then, a comfortable silence clinged us into a nameless thread. Perhaps, time stood still for a while and we too. I didn’t feel uneasy; he didn’t feel any urge to look away. I didn’t notice when we both started having the mouth watering chicken momos.
“The momos are really delicious, aren’t they?” he said to break the silence. I just nodded. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want him know my helplessness, my loneliness. Probably he was eager to say ‘you look beautiful’, or ‘remember me’ or ‘let’s exchange the numbers’; I was eager to say, ‘let’s stay in touch’ or ‘let’s go for a walk’. Sadly, we ended up saying “goodbye”. We moved away without exchanging phone numbers, without looking back, with a constant effort to behave like a normal person. And once again head won over heart.

©Joyee

Text

Went to Venice
wore the Venetian masks,
enjoyed gondola ride,
kissed against the bridge railing…

Went to New York
counted the skyscrapers,
walked down Times Square,
dreamt “Maid in Manhattan” kinda love,
cried over Twin Towers…

Went to Paris
enjoyed French opera,
ate macaroons,
kissed under the Eiffel Tower

Went to Amsterdam,
tied love-lock in the bridge,
threw the key in the water

Went to London
enjoyed the vintage charms,
took selfie in front of Big Ben,
loved the city from London Eye,

All of these happened inside our heads over Whatsapp texts.

©Joyee

PALOMA AND ME

Some people enter into our lives to make us change the day we listen the doorbells or a very old melody. And quite often we change the way we see a rose or a bird. Paloma Lopez made me realize the beauty of roses in a new way.

I used to know rose as a flower, an emblem of love, a must-have for Valentine’s Day and to keep in your pocket to look cool or orthodox…whatever! I was walking alone nonchalantly to celebrate the cold winds and she adventitiously appeared before my eyes. I saw an woman in long, flared, flowery, floor-length skirt and a small top; her bun was adorned with fresh, aromatic red roses; she was dancing to the music of her street-musician fiancé or husband. She was a proper brunette with mesmerizing eyes. On seeing my messy look she just glowered and it took my breath away. Her lover kept of playing the Spanish music instrument, and she kept on dancing to its tune. I don’t know Spanish but their attitude confirmed, it was a really sad love note. I saw some greedy eyes devouring her but she was so easy and flowing.

The evening was pinkish, the city lights were yellowish and people who circled Paloma were in bluish dresses; she was like a true red rose in the street and everyone swarmed around her like honey-bees. When the dance stopped, I came to her and said “Hi.”

“Hola,” her eyes were curious.

“You look beautiful.”

“I know…anything else?”

“Where is your home?”

“Andalusia, Spain.”

“Nice to meet you,” I saw a hand coming for handshake; it is her husband. He is Sergio. I loved how protective he was to his wife. I got to know Andalusia, a province of Spain, is famous for cathedral, mosque and cuisine.
“Guess what, we both were theatre artists; sadly the theatre is now closed because of some legal issues and we don’t know anything else to earn our bread.” Sergio revealed; I saw his eyes glittered with teardrops; cautious Sergio didn’t let them fall.

I looked at Paloma, her eyes were also moist. Still, she tried to smile. She is so glorious even in minimal make-up; her sweet face, pouty red lips, lean waist, flared skirt made her a true rose. However, not all roses get what they deserve. Some stay in queen’s bouquet and some bedeck the traces of a harlot!

Before biding them a goodbye, once again I looked at her, her rose-donned bun, her brown locks and I thanked God for taking my breath away!

©Joyee

A thousand years from now

A thousand years from now…

I will only remember how we loved each other

how I forgot about the world on seeing your beautiful face

how we looked at the full moon

how we enjoyed the summer breeze

how we enjoyed a motorcycle ride against the winds, how we were scared to ride on a merry-go-round; how we spread colors in the air

but…I will never remember how we fought daily, how we spent sleepless nights after quarrels

how we cursed each other

how we prayed for separation

how we never stopped each other from walking out

how we tried to destroy everything in our living room
the mementos!!

Love, I will remember you, not the destructive storm you carry inside!!

©Joyee

Life pot

The world is divided into two types of people,

  • One who speaks the truth and the one who believes in oiling
  • One who goes with the flow and one who goes against it
  • One who speaks his mind and one who reads your mind
  • One who is a daydreamer and one who is a night thinker
  • One who thinks, “If this day never stops” and one who thinks, “If this night never ends.”
  • One who is happy-go-lucky and who overthinks.
  • One who uses only shampoo and one who uses shampoo, conditioner and does hair spa.
  • One who is theist and one who is atheist.
  • One who loves sunrise and one who loves sunset.
  • One who loves to dance with others and one sings alone.
  • One who loves a crowded street and one who dances when the street is empty.
  • One who goes to party and one who stays at home.
  • One who understands poems and one who knows no one understands poems.
  • One who actually reads newspaper and one who reads only entertainment or sports page!
  • One who finishes a bad book and one who leaves in halfway.
  • One who makes paper boats and one who makes paper airplanes.
  • One who uses paper chits during exam and one who tries to write honestly.
  • One who sleeps under quilt and one who does everything possible under a quilt.
  • One who makes love at night and one who is lost in impulsive thoughts.
  • One who watches kites and one who stands under aeroplane to make a wish.
  • One who loves red & communism and one who loves everything but red.
  • One who wears yellow, pink, orange and one who wears blue, black, grey.
  • One who loves neon and one who hates it.
  • One who loves green & yellow and one who loves white & sky blue.
  • One who loves old world charms and one who loves skyscrapers
  • One who is an old school and one who is a new school.
  • One watches the beauty of shrines and one who watches the god resides inside.
  • One who thinks in omnipotent god and one who thinks his god is stronger than your god!
  • One who prays before little Jesus and one who prays before Balgopal (Little Krishna).
  • One who follows angel and one who follows devil.
  • One who is relaxed with life and one who is very scared of it.
  • One who forgives people easily and one who keeps anger wrapped in an envelope.
  • One who carries “Che” on left chest, one who carries Mao in red slogan.
  • One who loves a single woman, one who loves every girl possible.
  • One who remembers first love and one who pretends to forget it.
  • One who badly wants to be a bad boy and one who actually becomes one!
  • One who pretends to love his job and one who knows nobody loves his job.
  • One loves Marcedes-benz and one who wants to experience palanquin once.
  • One who is bossy and one who is friendly
  • One who loves daytime and one who enjoys nightlife
  • One who knows about Magdalena and one who knows about Vatican
  • One who makes your life a mess, one who helps you to clear the mess
  • One who hates opposite gender and one who speaks of gender neutrality
  • One who believes in leadership and one who thinks self education still rules
  • One who addresses himself by job designation and one who introduces himself without name, job, & social status
  • One who blames God for everything and one who praises him in hallway still he opens a new door!
  • One who loves to be busy at work and who has finished reading my bullshit.

 

©Joyee

Story of my mascara

Diary of a mascara lover:

Quotes say, ‘Get yourself a man who will ruin your lipstick but not the mascara’. M stands for mascara and mascara stands for magic. Having a man who ruins mascara is not always a curse. You should not regret the things that once made you happier and your eyes darker!
I was almost seventeen at that time. While my friends were still busy with winged eyeliner, I associated myself with mascara for the first time. On a pleasant evening, when the city was not fully dark or not fully lit up, my first boyfriend Anish had gifted me a Maybelline Mascara! Seventeen is the time for many first things…first boyfriend, first tube of mascara and first heavy eyelids cause of crying! I was so happy with the gift that I started applying on my eyes right after buying. And Anish helped me doing so! My mascara coated eyes made him astonished. He said, “You look beautiful.”
Since then, mascara has become the inevitable unavoidable kit for my eyes.
Mom was really angry when she discovered mascara in my bag. She said, “You are still a child; you should not wear it now.” I said, “You are a grown up; still you never use it.” On that day, she scolded me a lot. I started hiding things from her.
I have spent hours looking my mascara coated eyelashes and thought “he would love me or not.” However, everything melts and wipes away after some time; and who doesn’t know that water makes mascara melt! Anish left the city for higher education. As a goodbye gift he had given me a Revlon mascara. I made my eyes more appealing with Covergirl mascara. My mascara rimmed eyes glazed many eyes. My fantasy for mascara didn’t fade away with his departure or with time. I cried a lot for him and covered my heavy eyelids with mascara so that no one knows what I did last night. I met someone who praised my fluffy eyes and messy look. Sometimes, a stranger comes into our lives to make us see ourselves in different light, in different eyes and different views. With time, he too bade a bye.
Today, I do wear mascara to make myself happy, not for someone to compliment. I too realized that men come and go, but mascara is forever. She is a genuine friend unlike men. When one says, “Mascara is like men, they run when you get little emotional”… I really get angry. Mascara can never be like men. And getting yourself a man who ruins mascara is not always a bad thing. You will cherish the memories and experiences. You will play and cry over the memories and one day you will get over it. Like a real queen you too will say, “I will not cry for you, my mascara is expensive.”

©Joyee