NOT SO FUNNY

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Recently at a friend’s house I met a stand up comic, who strongly resembled the laughing Buddha figurines. He was brilliant in his repartees and had all of us in tears with his quips. He was accompanied by a very attractive young woman, obviously in love with him, and we learnt that she was defying family pressures to be his muse and life mate.

I offered them a piece of unasked advice, sharing a warning that my wife has been giving my daughters.

To explain this shared wisdom, I have to tell a story.

In my teens I was a dark skinny bespectacled gangly boy, shy and nerdy, enthusiastic but indifferent at games, and absolutely addicted to reading. This did not make me popular among the boys of my peer group, and the girls I liked were all fictional. For self preservation amongst the denizens of the jungle that is the teenage world, I used my facility with words as a substitute for brawn. Sharp repartee, wisecracks, ridicule and satire were my defensive and offensive weapons. This gave me a small measure of popularity and the school bullies kept a wary distance. But with adolescence, my soul cried for the company of feminine creatures outside the pages of books.

My prayers were heard by some bibliophile god, and a neighborhood kid I had played with as a child metamorphosed from a gangly awkward girl into someone who could be every teenager’s dream girl. To the combined shock and resentment of the entire young manhood of the area, she adopted me as her official boyfriend.

Basking in the glory and warming in the heat of jealousy of my peers, an emotion that was novel to me, I still could not quite believe in this miracle. What could the prettiest girl see in the ugly bookworm ignoring the hunks, sportsmen and the Richie rich kids who usually monopolized all such girls? To unravel the mystery, I asked her.

‘You make me laugh” was her honest reply. The secret unveiled, I blossomed into the class comedian.

Later we moved into different cities and drifted apart, but the mantra she taught me served me well. This message was later validated by my Guru, Graham Greene, in whose ‘Travels with my Aunt’ the unprincipled uncle teaches the protagonist the secret of his successful serial liaisons as ‘YOU HAVE TO MAKE THEM LAUGH”

This so became a habit with me that I could not be serious when required and poems I tried to write turned out to be limericks. No one sought serious advice from me, job interviews provided entertainment to the interviewers but resulted in no jobs, and offering condolences in my flippant style would replace the grief of the grieving into rage, which could potentially  get me killed.

By now I was looking for long term commitment in life, and was stuck by the fact that no one would take me seriously. The bright and personable young ladies would enjoy my company but would choose the serious young academics, budding bureaucrats or corporate cutthroats, when it came to long term liaisons.

Thus when I met the lady I could not live without, she would not believe I could be serious, and took my impassioned entireties as more attempts at comedy. It did not help that she had been seeking relationship advice and my solution was to replace her current flame with me. I resorted to another Guru, Wodehouse, and presented her with ‘Leave it to Psmith’ to convince her of serious intent behind flippant content.

 Finally, the argument that clinched the deal was that  the advantage of marrying anyone so obviously crazy is that you can never get bored. Ignoring saner counsel from all concerned, parental bans, cultural differences, she banked on a wisecracking clown and potential entertainment on long winter evenings for her future happiness.

As the decades that rolled by, I was blissfully happy, and presumed that I had kept up my side of the bargain, as I heard no complaints on that ground. But then I heard her advice to my daughters as they reached the dating age. “Never marry a guy just because he can make you laugh, he might be fun, but jokes tend to pall after 25 years and get rather stale. One can bear to hear the same jokes only so many times. You may live to regret it.”

This was the statutory warning that I shared with the couple at the party, who were giving me such a strong sense of déjà vu. I hope they ignore it.

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19 thoughts on “NOT SO FUNNY

    spunkybong said:
    January 14, 2014 at 12:06 am

    I’ve had ‘you make me laugh’ said to me multiple times, Soumya. Apart from the old lady who lives in my house, there’s my boss (she’s female) and a police officer (also female) who caught me crossing a red light and ended up laughing hysterically instead of giving me a ticket. I don’t know if you can imagine a busty young blonde lady cop eating out of a 58 year old bald Bengali’s hand.

    I think I know what went wrong in your case. Maybe you suffered from premature ejaculation. I don’t know. Does no harm ta cross it off the list of possibilities why you got such a raw deal with wimin. I’ll get back to you if I know of any other reasons. :D

      wiseguy from the east responded:
      January 14, 2014 at 7:39 am

      actually i did pretty ok. but spouses tend not to appreciate that so much as we get older.:).i think smartbong did the smart move and moved to a literally cooler & more chilled out clime :D.re cops,i got out of a ticket by making a Hariyanvi cop laugh a few times in Delhi in lieu of the bribe.earned (by saving) more that way than newspapers paid me for my phattas (jokes in Delhi lingo).not bad eh what? must write a post on that.thnx for checking out my posts my fellow bong,i checked out & loved yours.Pl follow the link and sample the others

    spunkybong said:
    January 14, 2014 at 12:06 am

    Brilliantly funny you are, by the way. :)

      wiseguy from the east responded:
      January 14, 2014 at 7:23 am

      thnx a ton spunkybong :D. from fellow not so spunky bong.pl spread the word around :)

    iwrotethose said:
    January 14, 2014 at 6:33 am

    Brilliant words of advice my friend, and hilarious too. It’s amazing to see how many people note the “ability to make me laugh” as one of the key things in a relationship. It only goes hand-in-hand with the other traits. Just laughing will only get you so far :)

      wiseguy from the east responded:
      January 14, 2014 at 7:21 am

      thanx iwrotethose.:D.actually, it has got me through 27 years :) so far

        iwrotethose said:
        January 14, 2014 at 7:23 am

        You must be quite the humorist my friend :)

        wiseguy from the east responded:
        January 14, 2014 at 8:31 am

        Thank u. : ). Pl check out my other posts

        iwrotethose said:
        January 14, 2014 at 8:43 am

        Certainly plan to. Also I reckon you visited my redundant blog Daddy Journals. I now blog at iwrotethose.wordpress.com in case you wish to check them out

        wiseguy from the east responded:
        January 14, 2014 at 8:48 am

        Thnx. Will

    sakshinanda said:
    January 16, 2014 at 10:44 am

    “‘You make me laugh” was her honest reply. The secret unveiled, I blossomed into the class comedian” – brilliant. I wonder if you got any dinner the night you heard your wife advising the girls? :D
    You can make us laugh, no doubt about it. And with such impeccable language, it is doubly good! :D.

      wiseguy from the east responded:
      January 16, 2014 at 11:12 am

      Thank you Sakshi. Just made my day :). Still getting dinner. But i microwave it myself

    honoria plum said:
    January 18, 2014 at 3:31 pm

    I love this story. How would you feel if I reblogged it?

      wiseguy from the east responded:
      January 18, 2014 at 3:40 pm

      Would love it. :D. Thanx. Pl try my other posts on the link. Esp recomendation Not Just Cricket & Suitable Boy. Also Tech Challenged Blogger

    honoria plum said:
    January 18, 2014 at 4:39 pm

    Reblogged this on Plumtopia: The world of P.G. Wodehouse and commented:
    In keeping with the current theme of Wodehouse and romance, I am delighted to share this piece by fellow Plumtopian ‘wiseguy from the east ‘. It is the touching, true story of his own romance, and how P.G. Wodehouse helped his wooing.

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