I TOLD YOU SO

A good laugh and a smile is what I can take at almost anytime of any day. And being around for a little less the dinosaurs themselves, ok, well at least the gramophone, I know perfectly well where exactly I can get my dose of laughter, to help me carry on till the next rage becomes extinct, say for instance, the internet. So much so that almost anything can be put down on a word doc. laughed at and then a detailed obsessive pondering of many self acclaimed genius minds can give it a serious approval for it to become the next subject matter to go under the microscope for an “understanding of the human mind”. And then as the vicious circle of life would have it, it would soon graduate to a dinner table rib tickler your fat uncle tells you with his face stuffed with grinding food. I curious observe how something or the other is always funny, if not the matter, the way it is said at least.
Coming back to the first time these behaviors occur, I would like to jump at saying that I’ve seen it all. The really funny, the forced funny, the unassuming funny, the partly funny, the wholly funny, the sluty, friendly, flirty, childish, the stupid and the wise funny, the terribly and the unbearable funny, the not-so-funny-funny, the hilarious funny and the infamous contextual funny. And easily while I invested midnight work hours on the deconstruction of each of these a number of behavior, first hand and reported, surfaced. For example I heard of a doctor who wondered at how the word doc, knew he was a doc. Or a small time legend awaited by a mad rush fan following, making facial expressions while explaining the desired flavor of a sweet delicacy, tuned to the tone of the word “mango”. Or a sleepy genius who tried to fool a tree of monkeys that he was one among them, by eating and offering leaves. Or the insane reference to life when drunk or stoned by self and others that invariably begin with “life is like a….. But one held my long term attention. The “you should have been there when it happened” funny. Clearly every brave heart that ever tried explaining a funny incident uses this bullet when he knows he has lost his audience.
And once again, the classy typical example of things human, that I am, I will venture into this sort of a reporting, with not just the above disclaimer in disguise, but almost a brief history of almost everything, well at least laughter, ok, at least of almost everything pertaining to laughter “that I’ve seen”.
So, there were two people settling in for the night, with another in the next room unable to do the same. And like it has always been an understanding with people who live together, the single knocked on the double’s door for a book, he claimed to have left there. But what happened was an over reaction on the part of the two who opened the door in a hassled mess. The single walks in and act like a stranger in his own house, which he was sweet enough to share with clumsy and utterly clumsy. An uncomfortable begin of laughter at this over reaction which included quick orders for the light, correction to the wrongly buttoned clothes, a quick stern request for water and a rush to set the bed right, soon graduated to a last laugh tone. Where all laughed at the sudden formality that the situation called, when only half an hour ago they were fighting for the last swig of beer.
After a tempered talk on India and people, the single one walked towards the door in an attempt to close it to keep the uninvited mosquitoes away. But the man in the couple assumed he was once again leaving without the book he initially came for. When a round of laughter made its Mexican wave bout, it wasn’t going to be the last time we knew. But I tried explaining that to another and ended up saying “you should’ve been there when it happened” and got stared at blankly.
Anyway, no rule that all stories are meant to be told. Similarly some funnies are meant to be lived. Actually, all funnies are meant to be lived, except the one that involves a genius sharing a tree branch with a baby monkey. Or when my father promptly declared how proud he was of our mango tree while my mother complained to him about my skimpy clothes. Or the time my brother thought it appropriate to lend himself as a canvas for my haircut rehearsals. Or the time my father, when was a newly wed sat on a fat woman mistaking her for a chair in a dark movie theatre. Or when a alterned genius explained a morbid story of a dog and two bright bulbs called each other and laughed on the phone for a reported half hour. And a million other times end of which i could proably use the next best disclaimer for all purposes - I told you so..