Salma & Promy

Flowers Just Fade

Promy: Damn it, this ain’t that easy after all. How do these fucking people live by fucking all the time? It’s like food. They can’t miss a meal huh.

I better call Zalaila …my sexy angel. Come, my darling angel…I’m so lost! I no longer have the strength to be Me again. I want my meals too. Come! Come! Come!

Salma: You aren’t any different babe, so let’s not bitch about those who are fucking around all the time. And for God’s sake, no one’s a sex machine. I mean one can’t have sex all the time.

Promy: You should become a nun I swear. You’re a bloody robot with no feelings, no desires whatsoever. How do you live woman? Tell me are you even alive? Or you’re so dead already and you haven’t got a clue?

Salma: I think you’ve lost it completely. Me…a Nun…That cannot even happen in my nightmare. Tell me who doesn’t have carnal desires? The answer is …Only Liars. You know I like talking about sex. I enjoy flirting from time to time. I also like to have that sort of fun i.e. when someone is man enough for me. But I’m sorry I don’t have time for those typical morons.

Promy: They are all typical morons honey. Even the ones who are special… they are no less than morons. The truth is…every man is a moron and every woman a confused bitch. Anyway, may be I did go overboard myself. I was pushing myself way too hard to please that new chick I’ve met. I think I’m putting efforts in the wrong direction. But then I always end up doing this, because I fear I wouldn’t have anything later on.

Salma: Oh I’ve been through it myself five or six times. Or was it seven times? I lost count. Anyway, I always go for the wrong sort, but Promy I still don’t know who could be the right one. I don’t want any angel or a forty year old virgin.

Promy: I have forgotten a lot of things myself. I no longer care to remind myself of all that has happened. It brings me no joy!
Salma: You know this guy called me when I was young and stupid. Somehow, I could never get to talk to him. He had a very soft, gentle voice. I always have this yearning. I’d very much like to make love with him. Isn’t it strange that I don’t even know his name? And it has been so many years. Have you ever felt this way?

Promy: Salma honey I don’t really tell what I feel most of the times. I guess that too is a problem. But now that you have asked, no, I didn’t feel that way for a voice.

Salma: Well I was in love with one moron and I wanted to have sex with somebody else. When I think about it, it still gives me headaches.

Promy: Oh forget this crap, the world’s full of morons and bitches. No need for headaches. Sometimes, you don’t get the point till you see it more than once in your life. It may take a long time. Sometimes forever, but then just before it all ends, it’s in your head crystal clear.

Nadira & Zaira

Innocence Tainted

Promy: I think I’m really quite fucked up, Salma. It doesn’t sound so cool. Right? Well, it doesn’t feel that bad either till the fucking loneliness gives me a tight slap on my face, which it does quite frequently now. Previously, it didn’t hurt as much though.

Come to think of it, I’m a lonely man. I’m not sure if I’m a sad lonely man. Am I Salma?

Salma: Look Promy, one can’t sound cool 24/7. And I don’t think you’re fucked up. Yeah, but loneliness is some kind of gift and some are chosen for it. I don’t feel lonely when I’m all by myself, but when I’m with people…the feeling just disgusts me. It seems as if I’m the most loneliest person on this earth, but I’m sure I am not and neither are you.

Promy: That sounds familiar. I’ve been through this shitty feeling time and again. And seriously man I haven’t got much choice since I have to be there amidst a huge crowd for one obligation or the other.

But frankly speaking girl, it does make me feel more lonely too. Knowing that you’re surrounded by so many, but there is no one who really knows you.

Salma: People know us all our lives and yet they don’t know us. And I think it doesn’t really matter anymore. If you know yourself, that’s more than enough. But then how many of us succeed in that?

Promy: I guess that’s what nobody’s interested in doing. But what everyone wants to know is how the hell others are doing? Are they more miserable today than they were yesterday? Are their lives more screwed this year in comparison to the last year?

Which reminds me that we have entered a new year, Salma. I’m glad that the crappy year ended. But I’m not sure if I’ll be able to please everyone around me – since I don’t know if this year would be crappier for me as per their expectations.

Salma: Not just that Promy…they also know as to what a person should do with his life but ironically, they don’t know as to what should be done with their own. Even if someone is a loser or mad, then let it be. Who are people to approve or disapprove, in the first place?

Well 2009 can’t be any different man. It’s just like any other year and that’s it. This year I didn’t even wish many folks. I just think no one is worth it…And what’s the point of celebration?

Promy: I guess some things will change of course. On a macro level, things will be difficult. All in all, it’s going to be a challenging year globally.

But yeah I doubt if people will change for the better. However, Salma I do feel that we should have tried to celebrate.

I’m afraid…but I think we have stopped smiling just ‘cause a lot of shit is there.

Salma: Oh come on Promy, you know I’m ever ready to have fun, but momentary pleasure is just momentary pleasure. It doesn’t contribute much. Yeah we’ve
forgotten to smile, but at the same time, we’re not crying any longer. Or are we so numb with pain, that we don’t feel anything any more?

After one hour:

Promy (all drunk and singing): Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me

Salma: Quite a sad celebration!

Nadira & Zaira