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.
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’!