Humour.

I hope that you enjoy reading this post on the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where eleven of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by The Old Fossil. The ten other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Maria SF, Padmum, Paul, Rohit,Shackman, The Old Fossil and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!

Funnybone

To start off, I rather enjoyed changing the spelling of the title to this post to establish that I am an anglophile not to be intimidated by the American propensity to simplify spelling. With no apologies to The Old Fossil, let me now proceed.

Sometimes my idea of what is funny is not quite what the other person thinks it is. Here is an example. Tammy in her comment on my post The Zamindar said this. “My dad died of a heart attack at 45. And he was trim and fit in every way. Every way but his arteries I guess. I think you may live to 95 and still look young as a cowboy and still be sharing bits of wisdom and folly! Wonderful!”

I hereby officially respond by quoting a very important person.

“If somebody has a bad heart, they can plug this jack in at night as they go to bed and it will monitor their heart throughout the night. And the next morning, when they wake up dead, there’ll be a record.”
~ Mark S. Fowler, FCC Chairman.

My siblings and I are blessed to have inherited one great characteristic from our mother, a sense of humour. If you really want to see a live sitcom, you must be present when the four of us are together. Our late mother survived for as long as she did despite a dysfunctional marriage because she could draw from her reserve of humour to see the funny side of things and life and all of us are grateful for that.

We grew up reading comics, they were called that because it was the genre for comedy to start with, and magazines with humourous stories in them and all of us eventually graduated to P G Wodehouse and other writers of his ilk. The first things we read in newspapers and magazines were the funnies and at least one of us developed enough talent to become a living clown as well.

All of us are known for our ready wit and laughter and that has enabled us to live beyond the proverbial three score relatively unaffected by the vicissitudes of life that everyone goes through.

Sometimes, only sometimes though, my propensity for flippancy results in a spoiled relationship. This usually happens when the other person lacks a sense of humour and that is one lesson, I do not seem to be able to learn despite those experiences. I simply am unable to understand how anyone can be without a sense of humour. My shortcoming, but I am now too old and set in my ways to bother and take corrective action. I would rather continue in my flippant ways. I am convinced that I am thriving in my life now.

My son has this obituary announcement in his mind when I finally go to join the cricket team up there waiting for another opening bowler. ” He laughed his way to his death.”

Tammy, whether it will be when I am 95 or before or after, will be decided by the captain of that team. And my apologies for editing your comment with capital letters.