I have lived a major part of my life with sewed up lips. I never had anything to say because my mind never worked in tandem with the situation outside. And then, one day, I accidentally discovered I had a sense of humour when in one such situation where something was being talked about and my mind was letting out steam and smoke at the same time trying to process the context, I blurted out something totally senseless, out of the context. Or may be I cut a joke on myself and was greeted with “She is funny.”
Funny? Oh! I am funny? Did I listen right? Did that mean I was no longer meant to be called boring or dumb? There I got the trick which I began employing very often and as time went by, I earned the compliment of being a person who loves a good laugh and cracks the wit out of others.
However, sense of humour also comes with varying degrees – good, dry and bad. Therefore, a good sense of humour will prevail for long is not a surety. The question is when to understand that your sense of humour has gone dry? (I am leaving out the ‘bad’ aspect because that will be equivalent to not having a Sense.Of.Humour at all.)
- When someone says she has been suffering from cold and you suggest take a stroll in the cold freezing wind because ‘loha lohe ko kaata hai’ ( For the readers from english speaking countries, I googled for the english translation for the hindi proverb ‘loha lohe ko kaata hai’ and google answered ‘Iron bites’.)
- When your tried and tested trick of talking out of the context doesn’t work any longer and causes the other person wanting to tear her hair off, Or
- When you want to write a post on a Monday Morning about sense of humour going dry and you find yourself unable to even pull it off.
So, what to do?
- Accept your sense of humour has gone dry. Acceptance is the first step.
- Immediately stop trying to act, sound or write funny.
- Don’t check the Whatsapp to avoid the pain of finding the Yoga Teacher’s message about the class firstname.lastname@example.org.
- Go ahead and check it because the pain of reading the call for the class is much less that what is to be experienced in real in the class of 45 minutes.
- Rethink and repent about the act of banishing the maid because the cleaning, sweeping, mopping seems to have taken a toll on the erstwhile good sense of humour.
- Plan to send out a message on the Apartment’s ladies Whatsapp group asking for a maid with a good sense of humour who would agree to lend me some in addition to her primary cleaning work.
- Refrain from executing point number 6 considering to spare the craziness and to atleast have some Izzat (dignity) in the neighbourhood after losing it in the blogosphere by making this post live. (Thankfully, only a handful of readers read my blog)
- Publish this post because Corinne says it is alright to be silly for Monday Musings.
- Shut the laptop, switch the phone off and rush for the covers into the darkness where no likes and no comments can permeate through.
Issued in public interest: In case you found this post really dry such that not a single line or a point could make you laugh, please be assured there is no more to it and the post ends here. And, please do not share this post if you believe in public welfare.
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