Contextual, verbal, spontaneous humour
That’s the thing I excel in. Really. My ex-colleagues would attest to the fact. So would my current colleagues.
So anyway, there was this friend I met after a gap of like 3 months. While talking, he remarked I hadn’t shaved. And asked me if I was going for that bearded, intellectual look.
I answered, “yeah da. Just a face I am going through”
It was funny you know, I swear.
The Dave Barry rip off
Today’s a Monday. That is to say, the first day of the week. Co-incidentally, Monday was also the first day of last-week. So, taking that as a sign, I thought of a good way to make the week interesting. I will, every Friday, that is to say, the fifth day of the week, (or 7th, if you are in the Arabian peninsular region) attempt something I call the Dave Barry Rip-Off-Project.
In this project, I shall try and fail to imitate Dave Barry’s style of writing. I shall try and succeed at making funny jokes and sarcastic remarks at everything around me. Except you, dear reader. I shall try to take things sitting down, except Low-flow toilets. In all, I shall set myself as high a standard as I can set. Especially because, I hope to get even Dave Barry to read me.
Question to Tamilians
Do you all laugh uncontrollably when you hear the word ‘Kudremukh’, as I do?
Possibly a PJ
So, this bong colleague of mine got married to a bong film-maker. They asked me to do their wedding-invite. I gave them a film-poster like invite, titled…
Chitty Chitty, Bong Bong
Cartel payment
As a full member of the cartel, I have certain privileges and rights that are mine to exploit. For instance, making fun of other bloggers. Exercising my alleged-clout to stifle discussions. And above all, to laugh, derisively when somebody tries making PJs. For I know, as only a true blue cartellian would, that no one aspires to the levels of PJishness that a cartellians achieves.
In return, as my payment for these special privileges (what, you thought it was a right without responsibility? A free-lunch?) I need to write ever so often a bad-ass PJ that gets your ears bleeding profusely. The Chief Poo-Bah of the Cartel and the second-in-command Bah-Poo informed me last month my payment was due.
And before they send out the chef-collector and his collection of knifes to extract the payment – here it is.
Q: What do you call a leather-clad, pot-smoking chess piece?
A: Hardcore Pawn
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Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan is a copywriter, photographer and goofball from Chennai. He is also an archaeologist, historian and a city lover. He is currently a documentary film-maker and desk-monkey for a film production house.
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