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

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

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