Self-wrinkles

Self-wrinkles

Jogi was not trained to dance at all, never learned from anywhere, but he felt that he could dance with Helen. Helen was aware of him and his way of life. His style was different, but at first, Jogi found Raman in her. Gradually Raman became hostile, and Helen became overwhelmed. They just came to celebrate today. Jogi was pleased as if his hopes had been dashed, and this dusk would change his life. It seemed to him that the artist inside him would die, like many artists, but Helen made him make money.

After a long time today, his soul was dancing. Dancing is done by the soul, and it comes to the body by itself. Helen brought another drink and drank as she danced. Helen looked deeply at him. She wanted to see him happy. She went to the music desk. As the English song ended, the Punjabi song "Dil Tote Tote Ho Gaya" resounded throughout the hall.

"Do you want to increase my self-confidence?" Jogi said, looking at Helen with drunken eyes.

"Come on," Helen didn't answer and started dancing like a squirrel.

Looking at these two and listening to the Punjabi song, people came to the dance floor, and it seemed that this song would continue all night. People were still ready to dance with Jogi. With yesterday's show, it appeared that Toronto had found a new star in stand-up comedy with new styles and new things. Instant comedy is a favorite of the people, and it is not an onion farm. Still, Jogi smashed a lot of melons in yesterday's program.

Jogi noticed something and asked Helen, "Do you think I'm dancing well?"

"What is your problem?"

"What?"

"You don't come out of yourself. As long as you don't come out of yourself, there will be no dancing in you."

"I am learning with effort."

"Jogi, art never comes with learning; comedy is in your blood, that's why people have accepted you. Tell me, do you like me?"

"Yes, your white color is in my blood."

"Just thinking that I am white, my lips look sexy to you, and you have to go for this color, as soon as this thing climbs on your head, your soul will dance." You will only see me, you will not see anyone else, and that will be the first step of your dance, later you will dance.

"OK, boss."

Helen also got heavy feet and started talking, and they walked towards the table.

"Jogi, I don't understand why you asked this question when you are high?"

"Just like that.No logical reason."

"No, nothing like that happens in life. There must be a reason behind everything. Let us go now; you have ruined my whole mood."

Jogi got up as if he had answered Helen and came out of the bistro.

"I didn't want to upset you, I just wanted to learn to dance, and that's why my next play, in which my role is like this."

"Jogi, sometimes I think my son did something wrong brought you to me for the introduction. Maybe he thinks differently."

"I don't know; maybe you figure out yourself."

"Are we going home, Helen?"

"Is there another place? We drank as much as we afford."

"What, do we ran out of money? Oh, my God?"

"No, I put the money in the fridge."

Jogi assumed, "I don't intend to go home, my heart is pounding, my heart wants to embrace the whole world, but one thing I don't understand is why Mike didn't come with us?" He is silent, too; I am afraid of his silence.

Helen kept quiet and kept driving. Her car was over speeding. She could be charged or get an accident,

but Jogi didn't think it appropriate to say anything; He knew that this white, velvety, and beautiful woman would not listen to him.

When they got home, it was two o'clock in the morning. The house was moving, and Mike was awake.

Seeing Mike awake, Helen came out and lit a cigarette, took a long puff. She was thinking.

Jogi came out and, seeing Helen's mood, went to his room and lay down on the bed. I could not sleep.

'Can I dance? Can I get into a character that I am not?` He was thinking.

Yesterday was rehearsal again, and he had to show some of his steps in this rehearsal too.

He remembered his director's words - the artist is the one who changes his existence, not only clothes. Whatever it is, you are not an artist. Last time he also said that fake pistols do not work, only real firearms the audience will like to see. He will control the bullet's sound with the music but bring the real pistol without the shell.

"Just then, there was a movement outside, and he became alert. Mike and Helen were arguing. It was now a daily routine.

He met Mike in a mall, Curled up with a cold. At that time, Jogi was working part-time in a barbershop. In front of his shop, Mike was begging from the people. Whenever

he had enough money for mickey, he would go to the LLCBO by liquor drink and sleep somewhere. Do it again after two or three hours.

Mike saw Jogi looking at him and approached him and said, "You'll have twenty dollars, it's freezing today, and I want to spend the night in a motel."

"I don't have twenty, only five dollars if your work goes well ..." Mike walked away after hearing, without giving any response.

Jogi remembered that his wife had kept old jackets in the trunk of the car for donation. He followed Mike and said, "I have warm jackets; if you need in this weather, I'd be happy if you could like and take one."

"Oh, sure, that would be great."

Mike and Jogi walked towards the car, opened the trunk, and Mike turned around, took a knee-length jacket, put it on, and walked away without saying a word. Jogi found it strange that he didn't even say thank you.

Mike zipped up as he walked and buttoned up and covered his head with the hoodie. He was feeling warm or not, but Jogi felt his warmth, and he was delighted.

From then on, Mike and Jogi started saying hello every day. Mike walked around the plaza all day, but he was clean and tidy the next day. He seemed to have taken a shower.

One day the Jogi was idle. The owner of the shop, seeing the work was done, asked him to leave. Instead of going home, he wanted to talk to Mike, and he said to Mike, "Let's get in the car."

"No, my Mickey's money is not enough yet."

"It doesn't matter; I'll buy Mickey for you." Jogi was greedy. He was looking for a character who would run away like Mike.

What else did Mike want? He said `yes` and they took Mickey and sat in the car. Mike knew what he asks.

"Mike ..."

"Yeah yeah, I know what you have to ask, why I drink so much, you also think I'll sleep on cardboard on the side of the road at night, in the rain and the cold, what is my problem, why I drink all day, and one day I will die. Am I write?"

"Yes, Mike, if you were like this, you would die."

"No, Jogi, my mother will not let me die, and I have no desire to die. I have yet to become a great musician. I play the guitar, drumming classes will start in September, and I will not drink alcohol after that. You know, every plan is set up, so don't worry."

"Doesn't your mother stopping you?"

"Why she advise me to stop? Poking is not a custom among us. I have heard that Asians ruin the lives of their children by over-protecting them.

" How can you say that, Mike?"

"It's a bad thing to interfere in someone's life; look at my mom." These are the days for me to drink alcohol so that I should know how alcoholics feel. I am also a little depressed."

"You can also go to the doctor, get a counselor's advice?"

"Jogi, don't be a Hippocrates, one day you were saying you are an artist; you shouldn't think like that. Twelve days ago, I didn't drink.

I seldom drink now I have free time I have to drink for another forty-two days for fun, and that's it.

Seeing Jogi lost, Mike laughed out loud and said, "I understand what you're thinking.

We can't coin logic on tiny things.

I drink because I'm so bored.

Every morning my health deteriorates; just hangover, but what can I do?

In the next room, my mom sleeps with the one she doesn't like.

"Why"

"Why doesn't she like him?"

"Because he doesn't like me."

"Jogi, I have lost 20 pounds in the last two months. My credit card is in danger; maybe the bank will cancel it. My mom has nothing to give me, so how can she like that man in such a situation?"

"These forty-two days is a short cut for you. During this time, you can also practice guitar, read history about drums; I don't mean to hurt you. Just talk."

After finishing his glass, Mike said, "Good friend, leave me alone, tell me, how is your life?"

"My life could be summed up in two words, entirely different from the rest of Asians.

In India, I belonged to the Drama Art Association and then came to Canada. Like everyone else, I started my life, but the ghost of art did not go away. I know it could swallow my whole life, but my wife could not wait so long, so she returned to India with our son and said that we would come back when you become a great artist. She loves me so much, but she is also a mother. She has to teach our son."

She was a government teacher, and she rejoined. Miss a lot but can't go. Maybe wait a couple more years.

"Just teaching? Your son could go to school. Here. Here in Canada, the school system is better than India."

"Mike, you are not wrong, but you could not get her point. Schooling is not enough."

"All right, leave this crap; I don't want to listen.

"What are the themes of your plays?"

"The same cultural heritage, transmission from generation to generation."

"Great, just like me. Maybe in the future, we can do some joint work. I also have to become an expert in music for a year; then, perhaps I will also get a job in your play.

"Our budget is not that much, Mike."

"I will never be able to call my family here. Maybe they come of their own when our son grows old, or I would visit India, but I don't yet."

I will tell you how to increase the budget; then you can call your family, stay with me. I have plenty of plans."

"OK, I'll go now. If you say so, I can give you a ride."

"No, I will stay here for now. That bastard will still be home. One day I will meet you with my mother

A few days later, Mike came to the joy and said, "That bastard left my mother.

Maybe my mother left him, but he is not in our home now.

Whenever you have time, I will introduce you to my mother.

"I'm too lazy to go today."

"Come on, what time do you leave work?"

"Seven o'clock in the evening."

"OK, I'll see you at seven o'clock, until then I sit in the library."

"Why not bagging today?"

"No, what you said that day is heartwarming, and now I am reading biographies of drummers."

"Great, that's fine for you. Come at seven o'clock. After saying this, Jogi went inside the shop and Mike walked towards the library.

Jogi parked the car in the garage of Mike's house, and they both came out, rang the doorbell and Helen opened the door on the first ring.

"Meet my mom, Helen, and mom; this is Jogi. I talked to you about."

"Nice to see you," said Helen.

"Me Too"

Jogi sat inside, and Mike said, "Mom, you talk, I have to go to Steve, I'll be back in two hours."

"Come soon. We will have dinner as soon as you come."

"Mike was saying that you are an artist and your family moved to India. Such commitment is rarely seen. I wish one day you would become a great artist."

ʺThanks, Helen, you are adorable. Just like Mike told me."

"Jogi, just listen to your heart. Forget you have a family, just like Charlie Chaplin, and the heart never cheats. You have talent,

I have seen your tube clips. I could not understand the language, but I could observe your acting.

Your face looks jolly. These shapes and veins on the front, develop by commitments."

"Helen's shape is in the hands of the artist; I may be wearing a mask-like Charlie. He would laugh and hide his tears in the rain."

"Why don't you come to the big ocean of the mainstream? Mike will support you; I'm with you." I suggest you try stand-up comedy first. You have a wealth of things.

I have watched your videos. Canadians would love such a mixture.

"Thanks, Helen; yes, that's right, one day I will become a good Punjabi artist."

"Why only Punjabi, The Canadian platform embraces every great artist. You should think about something big.

"I have never thought so big; after all, I don't have complete English proficiency."

"It's not about skills; it's about dreams; it's about your directions. Not everyone can become an artist, but everyone can master the language. I can help you with this matter."

"Really?"

"Yes, really, I have my greed in it."

"How is that?"

"Mike wants to be a musician, and if he can pair up with you, his path can be easier, and I can help your pair."

The joy began to think that the straight path is challenging.

Is it even climbing the stairs answers, and who will climb this mountain?

The circus lion also makes many deals; sometimes, you have to take short cuts; just need practice. There is no need to walk alone all your life.

His thinking started trying to find trails.

He will go far away from home by making a short cut.

But what is the concept of home?

Has the Foundation of home nowadays been the one from which culture emerges? If this is the case, then why is Raman scared? Today, to stay at home, one has to live with limited thinking. To save the house, we have to use our `Bitu` in such a way that he also needs the place to feel fear

"Yes, Helen, nothing personal, but will you answer me a couple of questions?

"Of course, I do."

"Foundation of the home, nowadays, does not belong to a culture. Is it correct?"

"Jogi I can't say yes or no, simply. We have to communicate with our inners. My concept of a home might be softer than you, or I believe in constant change."

"You mean surrender in totality."

"Again, I would say no simple, yes or no. We have to consider the window of our home, which way that opens. I see through that, but I could not show you my vision, so this is personal. Very personal."

"So, you are surrendering to the situation."

"Yes, I only think about Mike. He is my family, my traditions, culture, everything."

"accepting you in totality, I could not find my answer. If you are right, then why my wife Raman is so scared?"

"Maybe you are doing something, which is not appropriate?"

"No, Helen, nothing like that.just untold story. "Sadly, Helen, You are about to forget the way to the house where Raman and Bittu live. Now I want that my son Bittu should learn to scare, the only way for him to feel the need of a home." Raman just cried as she already lost her home forever."

`Hmm`

Helen reached for a glass of water.

"The dialogue of one of my plays was, 'The number of miles sometimes decreases and sometimes increases. He remembered his bit and cried.

"Why does the heart become heavy, Jogi?"

"Thinking about your words, I came up with the idea that I should not disappear. My wife is waiting for me in India. My son must be in school, thinking that his dad is an artist. I am one, and many others like me do not know how to do circus, Helen."

"Yes, Jogi, I also talked to you, thinking of my son. No matter how sincere we may be, there is greed somewhere inside us. I do not force you. No one can force anyone. It is up to our subconscious to support each other."

"Yes, Helen, you are right. To rise high, one has to break oneself. The idol inside can be carved by breaking the extra stone."

"Yes, Jogi, you are right. Just last week, my third boyfriend ran away. It's not his fault, I couldn't hold him. When the heart comes to someone, then the mind does not think of anything. It is not the heart but the brain that works.

Life is simple; it is better to live it as you wish. My mother wanted to join college after I was born, but Dad disagreed with her decision. Densely woven thread, finally broke one day. As time went on, my views on this incident changed, and I finally concluded that both were fine.

The same thing happened to me. Mike's dad left quietly; he didn't share anything. I had a tough week, and then I thought there was something wrong with me that I couldn't make him happy.

He was unhappy, but he never shared his inner. He became so reckless. He loved Mike so much; even then, he could not stop himself. I don't know what I should be supposed to do.

So Jogi doesn't have any questions or answers to everything, sometimes you have to talk to yourself. Life is beautiful; it should be made more attractive."

"Helen, my problem is my culture,

The dilemma follows me. I know that I am an artist, and developing my talent is my devotion, but family life does not leave me behind.

Now I think that if your dreams are different from usual, you should not get married.

Helen paused for a moment and then said, "When you're a kid, you never think anything wrong is going to happen, but it still happens, and it happens to everyone.

The fact is that how to get out of bad times.

I also had a glass house that cracked and shattered. I was still collecting pieces of glass when one night he left, leaving his nine-year-old child behind. Does the child know that his parents are separating? The child does not know that Dad will never be found again

"Yes, Helen, it's tough to share your pillow and blanket with those who wake up in their sleep."

Helen responded, "I had pieces of glass, I had glue, and I rejuvenated Mike,

But what is in my mind? What are my basic needs? I am a woman. I never forget Mike's dad in my life. He is my first love. I wish I could see her before my last breath. Life is so long, how much I already spent how much I still have. I am just a mechanical person."

Mike came and sat down. "Let's have dinner and get a shot or two later," Helen said

"No, Mom, I'm going to bed. I've had dinner; you should have dinner now,I know you are waiting for me as usual."

"Oh, my sweet Miky.."

"Jogi, you should sleep here at night too."

"OK, Mike." Jogi was confused, but he was shocked to hear that he is staying here with Helen.

He became interested in Helen."

After dinner, they went into the room, and Helen said, "Mike is a good guy, he's taking care of his mom, he wants mom to have a good time."

Jogi left his shared apartment and moved in with Mike and Helen, but he hadn't told Raman about it yet. She couldn't get it quickly.

It was Helen's four-bedroom bungalow and was almost free.

Within two months, Jogi began speaking English Fluently. Helen suggested they should start a stand-up comedy show.

The next step for you from stand up comedy is to play or become a rapper if you want. Mike will support you, I guarantee it, and you also promise that you will not leave Mike. If we need money, I could even sell this house for you guys.

Helen was worried that If Jogi stopped here on stand-up comedy, Mike would have no future in One Man Show.

She wanted to get back to the `Plays as soon as possible. She knew Jogi had immense power to influence the mainstream.

"Mike said your wife is coming to visit this summer."

"Yes, Helen, she loves me, but she loves her son more than me. Maybe they visit for a couple of weeks."

"you have a choice, you can go back to her, but surprisingly it seems different to me or my way of thinking. I want to get back to my shell; I want to find Mike's dad and tell him what I can do for him.

It's also because I have no other choice. My saturation point is to tell Mike's Dad, let's both worry about Mike in the Golden Age. "

"Yes, Helen, one day, I would give them a surprise."

"You go around looking for satisfaction by putting something else in your shell. The water has come up, and you're done."

"Yes, Of course.." Jogi smiled.

"Crack-satisfaction? You are now living with me, sleeping with me; Raman did not know this.

you are also insulting the woman in me. Would I like it when my limbs were shattered by Raman's attention looking for her half-man? For God's sake, don't worry about me. You should worry about Raman.

Free her, if you could not tell the truth. She should not be forced to wear a gilt.

"No, Helen, it doesn't happen to us. She can never do wrong."

"My God, do you think this is wrong?" Then why are you doing this?"

"I am a man; even Raman will know somewhere that I can do anything."

"What a bad idea for your wife." Legitimate for you, illegitimate for a woman, coined logic.

Helen, it has been the case with us for centuries.

"We have no time now, but we will talk about this topic again."

"Yes, Helen, we'll talk, but now what?"

"I don't know ..."

"Yes, Helen, where to start."

"Look, I'm a failed woman; I can never freeze the right things. That is why it is my habit to speak right at the wrong time; this habit has become poison for me. How did you think you have the right to sleep with a strange woman, but your wife has no right? She should wait for you for decades and burn her basic instinct to prove her loyalty, shame on you, man."

"Are we celebrating?"

"Of course, we are celebrating but talking about a woman who is helpless, and her basic needs are burning."

"Helen, she is happy, believes me, nothing to worry about."

"Yes, Jogi, give her space; she is a human being; if not, you can't stay at my house."

"I try.

Just phone her in my presence.

"All right. Give me the phone."

Helen and Jogi were celebrating the third stand-up comedy show.

Jogi became hyper with success. It looks like his old arrow is descending.

Idle from Helen; he called his wife, Raman.

"Hello"

"Yes, I am speaking, Jogi."

"Sat Sri Akal Deer, but have you forgotten anything today?"

"What"

"You didn't say that, `my dear Flame`; I'm Jogi. Does it seem that my Flame is Extinguishing!"

Jogi laughed and said, "No, dear, I still want you as much as I did when I was in University. My Raman is full of lust. You are Flame forever. "

"Don't lie; We are the best couple of universities. We buckled up, emotionally and physically. I know how you make me flamed and call me Lati. I am still your Lati, but why you forgot today. Are you all right. If you say, I could come to you for a while."

"Hold on a minute, dear, someone at the door." Jogi lied.

He was unfortunate. He was dizzy.

It was tough to tell Raman.

How much something crossed his mind in an instant.

In an instant, the entire universe of feelings went through his mind. He thought that if he didn't say it today, it would be even more difficult later. He went to the kitchen

and drank half a glass of whiskey at once. He wanted to put an end to that before the tongue trembled. He picked up the phone and said, "Yes, Raman." He fell silent again."

" It seems you are not well. You look very upset. Tell me; I will come for a month."

"No, Lati, I'm fine."

"It feels as if Mother Saraswati has blessed you."

Some of the emotions and some of the intoxication made the Jogi so heavy that his tears flowed.

He stopped somewhere in the solitary hiccups. Helen was looking at him. He looked at Helen and tried to smile and finally smiled. He had not said anything to Raman yet, and he decided to say no. It's as if love, family, and emotions have won, and his desire to be an artist has been lost.

"How is Bittu going to school, Raman?"

"He is OK. You know the studies in Sanawar."

"Ya, I know, expensive school. How you manage, I know. You are great, Raman. Take care of yourself."

"I told you last time I am going to teach, and that keeps me busy all the time. Nowadays, I invite four children who are deficient in maths and call them home and teach them. Their parents ask me for tuition fees, but I wonder what to do with the extra money. They should realize that this noble deed makes me more human.

"Thank God, you are fine and happy."

"But now you never email? Are you busy or angry?"

"I can't find the time; I'm busy with rehearsals. I also joined a drama course at George Brown. Well, now I have to go somewhere and call again."

"Good Dear God Bless You. Raman hung up the phone before hearing the answer.

The dial tone indicates that there is no Raman on the other side.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Jogi unleashed his emotions and started crying loudly.

Helen came and took the yogi in her arms and said, "You have spoken in your language, but still I understand that you could not say what you were supposed to say, is that true?"

Jogi nodded and said yes.

"Jogi, you have to understand what you want. Your double-mindedness will drive you crazy.

Jogi wiped his eyes and said, "I love Raman very much; my veins are looking for her touch; how can I lie to myself and you and Raman."

"Take care, dear, try to understand me."

"Helen, in my college days, I was committed to Theatre. Everybody knew it.

. My name was enough for our college drama team. Yearly youth festivals,our plays were appreciated.

That's when Raman met me as a fan and then became an inspiration. She encouraged me, even promoted me but now, what I am doing.

Just like that ...

"Jogi, that is why I want to liberate her and attain salvation yourself."

"I've seen an artist in you; the mainstream will indeed accept you. You want to be a celebrity, but you have to be prepared for it. Gilda Radner was a comedian. She had cancer.

She missed her alchemy date for one of her shows.

Charlie was deported from the United States. The artist is the one who challenges the establishment.

You, too, are the trust of the people.

I am not saying that you should leave Raman.

I am saying that you should release her. Make her understand how to lead a healthy life.

"Helen, I don't understand you completely. I just think that you want me ultimately. You are becoming possessive.

You want my man completely naked. You saw Raman in me.

"My dear, you are very innocent. Your Perspective on life is very naive and divisive. How old are you

"Thirty-Five Years"

"And Raman's?"

"She is three years younger."

"I mean, she's thirty-two years old. See, the path you are about to take is very broken. It will take at least fifteen years for people to get to know you and add twenty more to reach on TOP. I'm sure once you make history, you will grow old, but it will become a way to send a message to people and all this time, you have to stay in Canada; what will Raman do without you?

It will take time for your Bittu to complete his studies."

"So?"

Helen laughed and said, "The possessiveness of both of you will poison your life. Have you ever seen soldiers fighting from afar? They also come back but become mentally ill. The fire of the body burns everyone's woman or man. You say you love her. If this is true, then tell her the truth that you sleep with me. At the time of bed, I have realized that you have got used to me. Even in your sleep, your limbs are looking for their comfort zone.

Isn't it Raman's right to associate with anyone?"

When Jogi did not answer, Helen said, "Look, my son saw my need and introduced you to me so that my mother could have a happy moment." I also think that you have art, and he has music; your duo reached the top.

"But how can I tell her?"

"If you can't tell her on the phone, email her. It will be easy. If your alleged rituals do not allow you to do so, send her a picture of me and tell her that you sleep with this white woman? Whatever you choose from courage and deceit. My thinking is. Make her feelings so thin that she can live; she has the right to breathe."

Jogi picked up the phone and redialed India Raman's number.

"Hello"

"Yes, Raman, I had one thing to say. Nowadays, I am taking classes from a female friend."

"So, dear, what's the point?"

"Raman, I see a lot of flames in her; that Flame is even darker than you. Take care of Bittu."

Before Raman could answer, Jogi hung up.