I don’t know if I consider myself funny. I have from time to time tried to entertain the kids I taught in school. When I felt the kids were dozing off, listening to some of the boring texts I had to explain. I’d watch the kids yawn. In my mind it hardly works if I yelled and said, ‘stop yawning,’ they’d sit up and then were back doing the same thing.
If I said something funny, I’d hear one kid’s soft laugh, then the next and the next, pretty soon all the kids were roaring with laughter. Minutes later I find my trick worked. Everyone sits straight, the kids are very much awake and ready to hear the rest of my sermon.
I did have my favourite comedians, Abbott and Costello, one was bulky, the other one the opposite. Sometimes their appearance on TV, made me laugh, there was such a contrast in their way of speaking and their figure. It was hard not to laugh.
This is a quote by Charlie Chaplin: A day without laughter is a day wasted.
I agree laughter is the best medicine for us. There are times in our lives when laughter does not heal a bereaved soul.
One sunny day in summer, I watched my father dying. I did not understand what was happening, I saw mom crying and praying, my older siblings were speechless.
The only voice I heard was the doctor’s, ‘I do not take money from a dead man.’
The next few days were unbearable. One of my older siblings fainted each time we mentioned the word Dad. He could not sleep for days. Mom told him to recite the Arabic sentence, ” Bismillah ar Rahman ar Rahim.”( In the name of God, the Merciful, the Mercy-Giving.)He repeated these words daily, to help him sleep.
I recall spending days wondering what will happen to us. Fun and laughter seemed to desert us forever.
It took a while for us to return to normal life. When Dad passed away I was twelve years old, it was a time when death did not enter my vocabulary. I always felt what I saw is not true, dad will come back.
When I think of this incident today I’m surprised how we carried on all these years without the most important person in our life.
These days I watch TV, and laugh, at the stupidity of some people, “Making mountains out of Molehills.”
Can anything be funny, or are some things off limits?
Anything cannot be funny, there are a lot of things that should be off limits.
We should always remember that something we think is funny is not so for other people. It’s politically not correct. If we hurt people by laughing the way they,talk, eat or work, cannot be considered funny.
Bob Hope and golf club, Lackland Air Force Base, 1990 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am funny with the right people. The ones I pick on the most are my siblings. It is my way of showing how funny I am. Lately I have a very good friend who’s always deep in work. I try to put some humor in his life,which is boring to say the least. To me laughter is the best medicine for good health.
My brother was once asked by my Great-Aunt: “How is your middle sister?” He immediately replied in a loud voice,” She is not my middle sister,she is my real sister!” I don’t know if you got the joke.I thought it was funny.
There are a few Hollywood comedians I like,at the moment I cannot remember their names. The one I found very funny was Bob Hope.
It has been said quite often,”A fool laughs three times,first he/she laughs without understanding the joke, secondly after understanding it and thirdly at himself for his stupidity.
What is funny? It can be everything or nothing. I have witnessed people laughing at others just to be mean.To them the way one dresses,speaks or even their physical looks. Should all this be off limits,a big “YES”.
If we look at ourselves and put some thought into our actions,we will never take this path. What is worse we do not care. I remember a while back,a beggar came to our door.At fourteen I was insensitive,I asked the man,how old are you? He said,’Oh I am really old,I am twelve years old’. I burst out laughing, I replied,’You really are very old’,even at that age I was sarcastic. If anyone was listening,especially my mother she would say,’Ranu do not be cruel to the man,to him age does not make sense,he only knows he is old’!
Coins of the Canadian dollar (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It has finally been decided the penny has overstayed its welcome.It costs too much to keep them in circulation.If you want a dollar you will need a hundred pennies.Too much work for little or no gain.If you carry them in your pocket,the weight will create a hole in your pocket. It has no place in your wallet,your bag will be too heavy. Result,chuck them out of your bag.
I am writing about our Canadian penny.I wonder if the penny could speak,what will it say?I used to watch on T.V ‘A penny saved is a penny earned.’ They will have to come up with something new and exciting.
I was told about the penny’s demise by a store clerk. You can imagine,how I get my news! Now I have this daunting task of finding a home for my pennies in my ‘Piggy Bank.’ Some people have started a new business,they are using as a pendant and selling them.
Perhaps I will send them to people who are using them as a pendant.There is a problem,due to their weight,they cannot be shipped,it will cost too much. Do I want to do this,on second thoughts,not really.
I am a penny,
there are so many
no one will want me,
isn’t it funny.
This concludes my thoughts about our poor,dear penny!