Showing posts with label satire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label satire. Show all posts

Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Joke

Someone tells you a joke. It’s a good one. So you laugh, obviously.  Others have a good laugh too. You laugh because the joke seems funny to you, primarily because you have never heard it before. Till this point, all is well with the human race and its kind. Probably barring a few with loose bowel motions and blocked toilets …

The next day, he tells you a joke again. Your instinctive reaction is to laugh. You haven’t even digested the punch line yet, but the smile is already there on your stupid face. Maybe because your face isn’t the only part of you that’s stupid …

But wait, you’ve heard this one before. His band of castrated followers is already in roaring splits of laughter, congratulating their leader on his impeccable sense of humour, clapping at the very novelty of the idea behind the joke, and wiping away tears wrenched out of their eyes from laughing so hard.

And so it goes … day in and day out. He repeats the same jokes at every opportunity that he gets to open his mouth. The jokes soon become cruel. The neutered men laugh. The women laugh too, obviously. You give in, and laugh along with them. What a way to benumb your brains, and that too without any help from recent movies starring Salman Khan.

And you wonder, maybe this is how he castrated the others who then joined his coterie. By repeating his same stupid jokes to them every day.


With all due respect, your jokes, as Venus Williams once rightly said, “... are like my penis, everybody has heard about it and they laugh uncontrollably. It's not so funny after it's shoved down your throat daily, though.”


Edit: Obviously, Venus Williams didn't actually say that. I was kidding.

Serena did.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Conversation between a Believer and an Atheist

This exchange took place between Human 1 (abbreviated as H1) who is a believer, and Human 2 (abbreviated as.. yes you guessed it right, H2) who is an atheist, on an idle Thursday afternoon in the air-conditioned premises of an undisclosed location.


H1:
Listen to 'Gallons of Rubbing Alcohol'
Nirvana
awesome lyrics

H2:
dude!!! How the fuck are the lyrics awesome?

H1:
Because it doesn't need to make sense
It is just written the way the mind works
the GIT-GWC thing is funky

H2:
First up, it's not even a song. Obviously, he's in a drunk and drugged state. Its just a jam session they are having and he just keeps rambling and ranting on the go. Making up the words and just saying out what comes to mind (although you might say that shows his 'awesome' creativity and poetry that he can make up these impromptu lyrics)

H1:
Yea, agreed, maybe he is drugged, but we don't know for sure. And if you listen to it carefully, it does make sense on the whole. It succeeds in creating an effect without the words actually saying it. And if not his creativity, I admire his guts to actually turn this into an actual song with guys like me liking it.

H2:
Agreed, it makes sense, the same Cobain ideas are repeated here too.
First para: is about injecting drugs (use once, discard syringe, press down the injection).
Then again: no creativity left and his same suicide crap.

But seriously, what guts are you talkin about?! He didn't mean it to be a song... just recorded a jam session. Putting it in an album doesn't mean he's got guts.

Accept it, he was just a useless junkie like every other drugged bum on the streets.

H1:
Its not suicide crap, in this song.. its about just being stupid and vulnerable.. and speaking out what you are thinking without any pretence. I don't see any scope of creativity left to squeeze in when you're not pretending.

And maybe he was a junkie, maybe he was useless, but he had the courage to shout it out in front of everyone.. he wasn't just your regular junkie limited to the confines of his room, trying to fight his fears.. he accepted his fears and faults in front of millions.. that is guts.

H2:
Okay.. I can't help but grin now.. wanted to laugh out loud though
for the first time, LOL makes sense

H1:
That's one way of saying you find the argument futile now

H2:
Yes

H1:
Though I'm not so sure of the reason

H2:
Agreed, he might have had more talent in his foreskin than I have in my entire body. But definitely it was less than the amount so many other singers, guitarists, musicians, songwriters of his time have in theirs. So my only point is that I find him to be an average singer/songwriter/guitarist..

But that's just my view. I accept that you and others might like his music. But I find myself unable to appreciate it.

H1:
I never said he's the most talented, agreed on that. He might just be average. We are all intellectual men here striving to attain greater heights of pseudo-intelligence.. so whatever helps us.. all cool..

H2:
Okay.
Listen to 'Ziggy Stardust'
David Bowie

H1:
Ok

H2:
So we end the chat by rounding up a full circle.
Remember where this started..

H1:
Are the lyrics awesome too?

H2:
I like the music better