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I like funny.Not that I'm a joke-okay sometimes yeah--but in most cases humour is why I gel with people so well. If you ask people who know me very well there's nothing more I love than to throw back my head and laugh my hysterical, maniacal laugh. I'd laugh till my eyes water and sides hurt. And few know that its the best weapon to use to stir me from my blues. For instance my brother Omar, he'd wait for the perfect vulnerable moment after my tantrums so he can say something stupid and I'd back "ROTFL".It needn't always be the gimmicks or wise cracks. My personal favourite is sarcastic humor and absolute lameness.I use my own sarcasm to entertain myself when I'm stuck alone. And i could LOL madly at lameness. Humour is a defence mechanism. I swear a laugh works better than a sneer.


They say don't do drugs but I think you can get away with laughter.I don't see women doing it that often. In the Indian scenario they are laden with the all burdens of 'the Indian woman'. What with energy bombs for kids and the crazy battles at the domestic front and being the husband's support system she has no time to sit down a while forget laughing.So maybe I really can't blame their humorless lives.

But there are funny women out there. Now men, egos down. We know if there is one reason you hate a woman it's because she's funnier than you. Anantha , one of my best friends ,could never stand it if I said something that made him want to laugh. But our jokes are not worth repeating here because few people other than us get it.



Maybe the hardships of life and the terrible curse of time changes people, maybe it stamps out all the joy and laughter from one's life. Maybe. The annoying kid here again has an opinion: maybe you should let the door a little ajar to let in a little light. Just like how the sun peeks in through the laden black clouds. Maybe that's all you need to feel happy, to feel hope.

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