I just went through my posts.
All of them.
This exercise was triggered by a read of a friend's blog; it was filled with entries that were candid, breezy and irreverent; much like her. I came back to my dark pages and darker thoughts. Something is seriously wrong with my life if I haven't come up with a single lighthearted entry in the last year and a half. Come to think of it, the Snapshots one in the beginning is the only piece that can get away with a (highly questionable) claim to lightness. Everything else was pretty unbearably heavy. Even an entry titled Totter and Plop was distinctly reminiscent of Punch and Judy playing Othello and Desdemona.
Where has the laughter gone? I distinctly recall being a funny person. I have been told so on numerous occasions; especially by pretty women. Well, the pretty women memories come easier; no offense to the others. One such conversation surfaces...
Pretty Woman: Well, if nothing else, I'll admit you have a sense of humour; very rare in a man.
Me: I must say I'm flattered. But then, you haven't met enough funny men. There are plenty. Russel Peters, George Bush, God (when He's in the right mood)...
PW: Lol! Sure! I'll look them up!
Me: Let me help. I'll give you the directory of funny men... It's a laugh.
PW: Lol!
And so on...
Not earthshaking stuff, but it sure got the PW loling. And it got me a date at the end of the conversation. And this happened four years back. And that's the last I can remember when I was on a funny roll. After that, I can't think of a single one... roll, that is. Dates, there have been. Even date rolls. But no roll rolls.
Jesus Broody Christ!
There was a time I used to review movies. Most of the movies I reviewed, I did not like. My reviews said as much. I used to cook up blurbs like 'this one is strictly for the make-out couples in the backseats; only they need to be handed out ear-muffs and not 3-D spectacles.' Nasty, but still lol material. At least the PW mentioned above would have loled. Come to think of it, I wonder how she is doing. No... She wouldn't like me one whit in my current avatar; mulling over social oppression and hope in the midst of ruins.
It's probably to do with the reigning themes in my life. There's angst (pressed and repressed with pleats down the front), odes to ideals in the face of scarred reality (much like a plastic surgeon's theme song), lyrical cynicism (or cynical lyricism if you swing the other way) and the big finale; the neverending quest for true love (it's like the randomiser in the questionnaire went terriby wrong, with all the answers turning up 'false').
I need a time out from these heavy-duty soul-search-engines. I need to take a dump out in the open with a jokebook in hand. I need to... shut up!
Enough already! Hereby, I take the laughter pledge! I shall devote the next few entries in this dark, suburban blog to bringing laughter to the occassional reader who passes by. Look deeper (in the blog) for insights, but skim the froth if you want a chuckle. Because enough has been said with a hammering pulse and a moist eye. It is now time to let the tongue lol. Come back soon, and expect an entry written to celebrate the Spirit of PJs and the Fun of Puns.
It's time to dig up my roots.
It's time to laugh.
Cogito Ergo Risotto
All of them.
This exercise was triggered by a read of a friend's blog; it was filled with entries that were candid, breezy and irreverent; much like her. I came back to my dark pages and darker thoughts. Something is seriously wrong with my life if I haven't come up with a single lighthearted entry in the last year and a half. Come to think of it, the Snapshots one in the beginning is the only piece that can get away with a (highly questionable) claim to lightness. Everything else was pretty unbearably heavy. Even an entry titled Totter and Plop was distinctly reminiscent of Punch and Judy playing Othello and Desdemona.
Where has the laughter gone? I distinctly recall being a funny person. I have been told so on numerous occasions; especially by pretty women. Well, the pretty women memories come easier; no offense to the others. One such conversation surfaces...
Pretty Woman: Well, if nothing else, I'll admit you have a sense of humour; very rare in a man.
Me: I must say I'm flattered. But then, you haven't met enough funny men. There are plenty. Russel Peters, George Bush, God (when He's in the right mood)...
PW: Lol! Sure! I'll look them up!
Me: Let me help. I'll give you the directory of funny men... It's a laugh.
PW: Lol!
And so on...
Not earthshaking stuff, but it sure got the PW loling. And it got me a date at the end of the conversation. And this happened four years back. And that's the last I can remember when I was on a funny roll. After that, I can't think of a single one... roll, that is. Dates, there have been. Even date rolls. But no roll rolls.
Jesus Broody Christ!
There was a time I used to review movies. Most of the movies I reviewed, I did not like. My reviews said as much. I used to cook up blurbs like 'this one is strictly for the make-out couples in the backseats; only they need to be handed out ear-muffs and not 3-D spectacles.' Nasty, but still lol material. At least the PW mentioned above would have loled. Come to think of it, I wonder how she is doing. No... She wouldn't like me one whit in my current avatar; mulling over social oppression and hope in the midst of ruins.
It's probably to do with the reigning themes in my life. There's angst (pressed and repressed with pleats down the front), odes to ideals in the face of scarred reality (much like a plastic surgeon's theme song), lyrical cynicism (or cynical lyricism if you swing the other way) and the big finale; the neverending quest for true love (it's like the randomiser in the questionnaire went terriby wrong, with all the answers turning up 'false').
I need a time out from these heavy-duty soul-search-engines. I need to take a dump out in the open with a jokebook in hand. I need to... shut up!
Enough already! Hereby, I take the laughter pledge! I shall devote the next few entries in this dark, suburban blog to bringing laughter to the occassional reader who passes by. Look deeper (in the blog) for insights, but skim the froth if you want a chuckle. Because enough has been said with a hammering pulse and a moist eye. It is now time to let the tongue lol. Come back soon, and expect an entry written to celebrate the Spirit of PJs and the Fun of Puns.
It's time to dig up my roots.
It's time to laugh.
Cogito Ergo Risotto
8 comments:
thanks for stopping by...
and i am now officially a fan of yours!!!! loved ur posts..
all the best for ur laughter pledge...
Advice for the day: forget LOL moments...if anything...men with good english and grammar is also a definite turn on!!! ;)
My, my... Never thought my random comment would start a conversation. Merci for the kind words... they're just what every struggling writer needs! :-)
As for what's a turn on...starting something has never been difficult. It's the sustenance that takes work, and more often than not, fails. See... Dark thoughts! Jeez! I need a shrink!
thanks...i dont know wat blog etiquette is when it comes to replying to comments..i always do it on my my own post.. :)
as for dark thoughts...umm..yeah..my advice...use ur blog as an outlet...
Context is such a damning thing, isn't it?
My darkest thoughts stay with me. The blog is for conversations; snippets of debate or confession that make their way hither.
But you're right... Pledges don't do justice to stream of consciousness.
so its been some time since u took the pledge...i guess its time for u to write somethin funny! :)
Some time it has been... yes. It has been a crazy week at work... and at life. And it has been the kind of week I must celebrate. So I shall deliver today! :)
err... still waiting for the funny post...
I think I was hasty indeed. Melancholy is a possessive mistress. She doesn't let go that easily.
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