CAN YOU EVEN TAKE A JOKE ON YOURSELF?

When was the last time you got offended?
A month ago?
A week ago?
Yesterday?
Today ?
While reading the title?(Who knows, for, apparently, getting offended is the new cool!)

What’s happening? Have we lost the ability to laugh at ourselves? Seems so.
Has it really become so intolerable that a jibe or joke is aimed at us and we can’t let it off without being offended?

I write this through experience.

Barely months ago, while talking to a friend and her friend, I, unmindfully jibed at her(my friend’s friend) . Little did I know that my seemingly unhurtful remark would so offend her that I would receive a message of the length of short newspaper column(yes!) that coming evening(of course about telling me about my ‘misdemeanour’ and how I had put her off in the presence of other students!!! )

This is only one instance of numerous such episodes.
And this is just my example. Assuredly, many of my fellow readers would have been a part of such a predicament.

So, it has come to this that people who cannot help but pull a joke every now and then, like me, cannot be their usual self without giving out a verbal disclaimer- “Sorry to say but”, “Don’t take it the wrong way but”, “I do not mean to offend you but”…- before fighting their conscience(Should I say this or should I not?) to pull that joke!

No wonder it’s an era of growing stress and cynicism! Dejection, anxiety, apprehension seems to pervade every other indivisual. This further creates a vague sense of social insecurity.

The problem is so grave that I fear people wont to their wit and frenzy would stop cracking jokes at all.
Imagine, a world without self- depreciating and slapstick comedy! Certainly not a world Charlie Chaplin would have dreamt of.

I believe, joke ‘crackers’ should undauntingly crack jokes as and when they feel to and the joke ‘crackee’ should take it in good humour, come what may.

After all, aren’t there enough problems already that people should create more of them through a medium that is supposedly meant to ease those problems- humour?

Here is a thoughtful thought by Joss Wedon to be kept in mind-

“Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.”

So, joke. Spread smiles, laughter, grins, smirks.
Make yourself and people around you happier.

Need another reason for being humourous?
Psychologists from Medical University, Vienna, have concluded that people who crack dark jokes and also people who can understand those jokes hone their intelligence and cognitive skills.

Enough said.

Readers, please, joke and let joke.

IN THE SHADOW OF LIGHT

Weekly Photo Challenge- SHADOW

With just a click of one switch we have lights. What about those who don’t have these switches?!

They can either

Work in the daylight or

Wait for the street lights to be turned on.

Here are a few pictures regarding the latter-

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What you lookin’ at?!
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Study time!
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Photo please!
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Tricolor in making! ( Painting the Indian Flag a day before the Independence Day)

ABSENT-MINDEDNESS

Question-

What is absent-mindedness?
Answer-

Once my class-teacher asked me to take the attendance of the class and mark it in the register.

Immensely proud of the fact that the teacher chose me for such an important(Yeah! Important!) work out of a class of 40 students, I held a RED pen in one hand and the register in another, stood facing the class condescendingly and blurted, ” Who all are absent? Raise your hands.”

Oblivious as I was, it took me a while to realize what wrong had I said that made the class go hysterical!

A RUPEE FOR MY THOUGHT!

Question-

What are some joys that come really cheap?

Answer-

A joy that cost me just a rupee!

I went to a stationery shop to purchase a pen. A boy, around 6, came and asked the shopkeeper for a yellow chart-paper. The shopkeeper handed him one and said,”4 rupees.”

The boy opened his palm and counted the coins. There were 3 one-rupee coins. Dejected, he asked the shopkeeper to take 3 rupees now and a rupee later. He so wanted the chart-paper. Nonetheless, the shopkeeper refused.

The boy turned around to leave.

I checked my purse and slipped a rupee coin on the counter and asked the shopkeeper to give the boy the chart-paper. The shopkeeper gave a smile and said, “Hey boy! Come and take the chart-paper for 3 rupees.”

The gleam on the child’s face was the brightest I had ever seen.

A rupee had never valued so much!
What are some joys that are cheap, you ask? Well, bringing a smile on people’s face is really cheap and invaluable.

Weekly Photo Challenge- MIRROR

I love mirrors. They fascinate me.

I have spent a lot of time in the past in clicking my reflections in all sorts of mirrors and other reflecting surfaces.

 

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Here I am, my reflection rather, in the side mirror of my scooty. The letters on the mirror read- OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR.

 

If only these mirrors, along with people’s outer appearance, could reflect their latent side as well!  The world would have been an easier place then! What do you say?

Weekly Photo Challenge- Mirror.

LIFE LESSONS FROM THE COURT

To my elder sister and my dear friend; two lovely people who advised me to write what follows-

Whenever I start giving myself a lot of airs because of some handful of my achievements, something certainly happens invariably which makes me return to my actual abode-earthly dust. I call these somethings ‘ego- rippers’.

This time, an ego-ripper came to me disguised in the form of a Badminton Tournament.

On 27th July, 2016 I won a gold in the District Badminton Tournament and qualified for the Regional Badminton Tournament. As I contemptibly looked down upon the silver medalist and those who hadn’t got any medal, I felt no less than the ace Indian Shuttler-Saina Nehwal.

Little did I know that exactly one month after, that Regional Tournament, which was going to be held in another State, would SERVE as an unpleasant eye-opener as I would be SMASHED down to the ground with all my ego TOSSED away and my head CLEARed of any vague self-importance while my mind sets itself into a VOLLEY of some deep deliberations.

On 27th August, I was beaten by 4-21 in the 1st qualifier round itself!

I don’t know what went wrong. Just last month I had purchased comfortable and quite pricy Li-Ning Badminton shoes. Just a few days before the tournament, I purchased new pairs of playing outfits. I made sure that my racquets were kept safely in their covers; not a speck of dust to be settled on them. Then I took a tedious 13-hours’ train journey to go to the state where the tournament was to be held. And all this only to be beaten by 4-21 in the qualifiers!

When I lost, I had lost it. I slumped in the chair next to my Physical Education teacher. Both of us didn’t utter a single word. He consoled me a little while later and left.

Soon I, all by myself, after that shattering defeat, had tears in my eyes. And those tears were not of dejection but of amazement. How could I have lost! The Ego which was even higher than the seventh heaven came crashing down right in front of my eyes and fell into a deep, dark abyss.

Gradually, I picked myself up.

I tried to ruminate over what unexpected had just happened. And I soon found out the reason. (Maybe I knew the answer beforehand but didn’t want to accept it. But now, when that reason stared me straight in the eye, I had no other way out but to silently accept it.)

I lacked practice.

Apparently, it dawned on me that it’s not the tools(comfortable shoes, new sportswear, best racquet) but the ability(practice) to use those tools deftly that makes one stand out.

Analogically, you can have the paint brushes once used by Picasso and the colour-palette once used by Leonardo da Vinci and still end up making the worst painting ever.

Here, I learnt two lessons-
One, never feed your Ego. Remember the place you rose from- the ground; you might need it sooner or later.
Two, practice makes a man, woman, girl ,boy, everyone perfect.

That was about what I learnt from my performance.

Having partially overcome my defeat, I observed others’ games.

For an onlooker, Badminton or any other game for that matter, is just a game. But, tarry and behold, a lot goes within it. You encounter every emotion on the court- joy, gloom, surprise, disgust, pain, disbelief-you just name it. There is a story behind every player and her every game.

Here you see a player losing the first game but wondrously recovering and winning the next two.

There you see the most well-known player trailing back terribly.

Here you see a player losing by 20-22.

There you see an injured winning the game.

Here you see someone losing her game but not moaning a word about it.

There you see a player winning with an unmatchable lead but still maintaining an indifferent expression throughout.

Here you see the coach cursing the player at every point lost but, in the very next moment, cheering her at every point won.

There you see a coach sitting as motionless as a rock throughout the game.

Here you see a player having a tiff with the umpire or the linesman.

There you see a player as cool as a cucumber even when the umpire or the  linesman gives a wrong decision.

A lot, a lot goes on. There is something to learn from everyone’s story.

At the end of the day, there is just one victor.

But that in no way undermines the performances of the rest. Is it not more imperative to have struggled than to have won?

They say, ” Losing and winning is a part of a game.”
Darn no!
It is a part of Life.

These courts, these grounds and other playing areas are a symbolism of life.

The summary of life, so to say.

WHY I CLICK? WHERE I CLICK?

Clicking pictures has always fascinated me. I am always amazed by the simple fact that we can actually ‘freeze’ a moment, keep it with ourselves and cherish it all through are living years. How marvellous is that?

Freezing. Keeping. Cherishing.

I click everything around me. The animate and the inanimate alike.

I don’t use a DSLR(though I want to!). I am content with my 13MP phone camera. That has given me some very splendid pictures so far.

As mentioned a while ago, I click everything around me. I don’t go to a special different place(say a picturesque landmark or a historical monument) to click pictures. I click what I see, randomly.

That having been said, I am biased towards a place in my very own house for clicking pictures. That’s my favourite spot. It’s a balcony.

I can see the world from there; my little grand spectacular world. The spot has given me some variety of pictures- from the pictures of the various hues of the sky to that of children playing in front of my house- but the picture which beats every other picture hands down is this-

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What you see is raindrops falling on the brick sill of the balcony as streetlight falls on those drops from the back.

I call them WATERY FIRE.

I didn’t use any special technique to click these. All I did was to set the mode to Night mode, keep my eyes open, wait for the perfect time and click! Simple! Nothing fancy! Nothing complicated!

Isn’t photography all about simplicity?

I recently came to know about Light, a new camera tethnology company.
They have developed this amazing Compact Camera (visit the link to know more)

They have also come up with a project by the name #VantagePoint wherein they ask bloggers to share their best shot from their favourite spot.

That’s what I have done in this post.