On being called ‘Funny’

We are just 3 days into the new year, and I witnessed a miracle! On the very first day, I was called ‘funny and hilarious’ and on the second day I made a friend of mine cry of laughter! This is nothing short of a miracle for me, and a great start to the New Year.

I know what you’re thinking. “What’s the big deal in being funny?” , “Why is she hyped about such a trivial thing?” or maybe something else but the fact is  that this is a huge thing for me.
Why you ask? Well people, story time starts now.

A long, long time ago (I mean nearly 6-7 years back, not a hundred years ago) I was pushed by my parents to make friends with people who crack jokes a lot and laugh at the smallest of things. This decision wasn’t an easy one to take, but they knew the time has arrived for me to know what laughter is. It was a risk they were taking, letting a serious person like me enter a different world where people engage in laughter rather than talking about sensible stuff. There was the danger of me getting diverted into the wrong direction. But still they took the brave decision and said, “You have to do this Keerthi. You have to.” My mom hugged me tight before letting me go to that wild school bus and told me to be brave and not fear the obstacles that would be placed in my path to this unknown world of laughter and jokes. I was scared, very scared. But I mustered up the little bit of courage I had in me and went to the last seat of the bus and told the species sitting there, “I want to know what laughter is is. Can you please make me laugh?”
Everyone was shocked. No one had ever heard me laughing. And this sudden request was very astounding to them as they felt they have a duty to do. And then a few phrases were spoken on which the entire bus started laughing. I could hear the echoes of laughter in that bus, and then felt that there are a few eyes looking right at me. I din’t know why.
I stared at them back and one girl said, “Why didn’t you laugh?” I said, “Why will I laugh?” That girl then replied, “That was a joke. It was hilarious and you din’t laugh?” I replied very firmly,”Wait a second. That was funny? What are you even saying? That was not at all funny! How could you all laugh at it?”

My exact reaction at that time

The entire bus was silent. No one could believe what I said. The entire morning and the afternoon in the bus was spent by the school’s most funniest girl trying to make me laugh but I din’t even smile.
Another girl then said, “Maybe you are one of those rare people who has a very high sense of humor. I bet you if you tell a joke the entire bus will laugh.” I gave this task a try but failed miserably. From then on, I’ve laughed at only a few jokes which people say were the best of the lot but I’ve never been able to make anyone laugh. Every game where making others laugh was the aim, was a miserable failure and a loss for me. I was called a different specie of the human kind and I believed them.

I laugh at jokes and other funny things more now, maybe because everyone is finally getting their humor levels up to my bar, but I was never successful at making one person laugh. And then came this blog. I was just being myself and a few friends came up and told me, “There are some really hilarious stuff in your blog posts” , or “That post was really funny” or the most common one – “This post cracked me up. It made me laugh!” My reply to all of them was, “WHAAAAT?!”

I din’t believe all this and was convinced that it was some sort of flattery because there is no possibility that the one who is known to dissect jokes to a point where there is no sense in it all, has now made people laugh. It’s not possible! But then came the night of 1st January 2014.

I was chatting with a friend of mine and just told something and she said, ‘OH MY GOD. THIS IS THE MOST HILARIOUS THING I’VE EVER COME ACROSS! From where did you come up with that?” I said, “It was just my brain. And I din’t intend for it to be funny!” And she said, “This was so funny, I was laughing for five minutes straight!” And I was dumbstruck. Did I really make someone laugh?
And the very same thing happened yesterday where I made another friend of mine laugh till her stomach hurt. Did I really do that?

If this the magic of 2014 or a result of myself watching videos by various Youtubers on YouTube, I really don’t know. But all I do know is that this is a moment of victory for me and I am going to celebrate this moment. Because who knows whether I will ever be able to do this again?


The tale of a boy named Azzo (Its fictional of course!)

I have a younger brother who is 9 years old and he is the source for my entertainment when he isn’t in a cranky mood (which is always). So when we aren’t after each other’s lives, we spend time together. Most of that time goes in him sharing a piece of his imagination with me. He has made a series of stories cleverly named ‘The Adventures Of Azzo’ and whenever his creative juices are flowing around his kind-of-non-existent brain, the stories are brought to life. What are these stories? Who is Azzo? What kind of name is that? I’m sure these are the questions roaming around freely in that brain of yours. Let us now learn about this in deeper detail as I clearly have no aim in life whatsoever and you are too bored because there is no other way you’d have reached this post. Or maybe being held a hostage somewhere……..

Who is Azzo?
Azzo is a now 12 year old boy who lives in a village that apparently has no name. He is the protagonist of the stories. He likes to take random walks in a forest nearby. Never fight with him as he’s armed. Armed how? Well he owns an AK-47 gun! A boy at the age of 8 owned a gun, that too a deadly one!! He is skilled in shooting cows, and repairing bridges. He’s the superstar of his village and a movie based on him is in the making.

What kind of name is this?
2 -3 years back is when this name is formed. And I’m responsible for this.
I was talking to my friend on the phone in my room one fine day. We were talking about someone and I said, “That asshole”. I din’t realize that my brother had managed to slip into my room and well, he heard me say it. He then innocently asked me, ‘What did you say right now?” I said, “Nothing, nothing. Go away now!” He said, “Who is Azzo?” I realized that he misheard me and thought I said Azzo instead of asshole. So I replied, “No one.” That very night he slept with me and asked me whether he can recite a story. I gave him the green signal and he started with this very sentence – Once upon a time in a faraway village lives a boy named Azzo. I was in utter shock. I asked him a hundred times what the name was and he said Azzo. Shocking isn’t it?

What are these stories? 
So basically these stories revolve around the protagonist Azzo who shoots cows because they attack him. These are special type of cows as they live in forests and jungles. He apparently is also over-weight because whenever he crosses a bridge on route on his way back home, the bridge breaks and he finds himself in a ditch. Not to worry, he has a rope with him too!!

I will now narrate the first story in the series. I’m obviously going to type it in the proper grammar it requires because I’m a Grammar Nazi and um, I’m not a 7 year old?
In a faraway land in a small village lives a boy named Azzo. He is the favourite of his family and the beloved one of his village. He likes to take walks in a forest nearby. He carries his AK-47 gun with him wherever  he goes because he is scared of animals and would like to shoot them in self-defense. So one day he goes for a walk to the forest and is attacked by a cow. Azzo now being scared shoots the cow and the cow dies. Azzo is happy and he goes back to his village. While he is walking he has to pass a bridge. While mid-way on the bridge, it breaks and Azzo finds himself in a ditch below. He’s scared but then he remembers that he has a rope with him. So he uses it to climb out of the ditch and then he returns home safely.

The sentences above were formed by my brother. That’s why its weird.

So in a nutshell, Azzo is an asshole like his name because he shoots cows who apparently live in ‘forests’!!
This is the official poster for the stories. Please do not re-use otherwise my brother’s sentiments would be hurt. He took a lot of time and put in a lot of effort to make this!!

If you’d like me to post more stories that my brother makes, please let me know. I shall post more then. If you din’t like this then this will be the post that I will regret forever……

The Storyteller

Two days back, the electricity went off in my area due to the heavy rains occurring here.
Din’t expect the post to start like this right? Well, it did!

For the first two hours, I occupied myself with food.  Eventually I got bored and so did my mom. We decided to talk to each other for a longer time span than we did before. But within 15 minutes we ran out of topics. So we were forced to opt for the last option – my 9 year old brother.
Now he being a kid, is never bored. Every time he is in his own world where he is a Power Ranger and fights imaginary villians. Whenever he irritates us, we tell him, ‘Go fight the villains. They are attacking your room.’ Yes, you can blame us for the extent imagination!

Back to the story now. So we told him that we were bored and then he started blabbering nonsense. For once we were happy about it! At 4 pm I was lying on the bed, with my brother next to me. I told him to tell me a story and he made up a really lame one. Its a series of stories that started 2 years back. It involves a boy, an AK – 47 gun, a cow and sometimes a horse. No, I won’t tell you what the stories are!

So when he was telling me this, I was recollecting the real story that brought him to think about this fictional story. This made me think about something deep.

Every human being has a story behind them. A story that has made them who they are right now and these stories always fascinate me. I believe it is these stories that makes a person unique.
Everyone has their accomplishments, everyone has their hardships. And the story that one weaves of their life is incredibly unique and special.

The best example I can give right now is school as I still am a student. We might be in the same school and within the same age group, yet each person is so different. Everyone has achieved various things in life, and have extremely different aims for their life. They also have their own view on the obstacles and hardships that one faces. There is always a story to why they chose the path that they are following right now.

I do believe that the actions we act out right now influence our story. Whether we like it or not, it is a chapter of the book called life. And I feel that we should never forget this chapter as it captures the essence of a being at that very moment.

No one is born the way they are right now. There is always a small little tale that goes behind them. And these are sometimes the most amazing stories that you will have ever read!

I myself do have a huge story behind who I am right now. It is a chapter with quite a bit of happiness and a lot of pain. People say to forget about it, but I’m gonna hold on to it. It is a part of me whether I like it or not. And this story taught me a lesson that I shall never forget in my entire life.

As I said, every person has their own story. Life is a book and you are your own life’s author. You are free to write any story you want. And there is no one to stop you.