This post has been published by me as a part of Blog a ton 39 :the thirty ninth edition of the online marathon of bloggers where we decide and we write.To be part of the next edition,visit and start following Blog a Ton.The theme for the month is "Break".
Humour in daily life
Everyday life is full of incidents which we normally do not remember. We lead a life which moves at a pace where we perform routine jobs as they occur in our day to day activities. But there are certain occurrences, which otherwise insignificant, irrelevant and nondescript at the moment when they manifest, flash on occasions when something similar is experienced and encountered . These perspicacity make us laugh and compel us to give vent to our feelings by viewing them in the same perspective. Now now , I am beating about the bush and keeping the readers in suspense.
Coming to the point, I will relate certain incidents which actually happened. When these memorable incidents occurred they were just pooh poohed as uneventful, commonplace and unpretentious. But when series of similar happenings and adventures occurred they became entertaining, enthralling and provocative for the family. My Husband has always been a very pleasant, piquant and humorous person. But there is another side of his personality. Objects ‘break’ easily, and indubitably by his touch. After he finished his studies he was engrossed in doing nothing in his house in Tattangalam, a village in Kerala.His Mom had ordered a carpenter to make some chairs. The fellow brought one as a sample. The chair looked quite sturdy. Mr. Menon asked him innocently whether it will bear his weight. The Carpenter said, ”Why are you putting such a question? You sit on it” As soon as Mr. Menon sat on it the chair broke and scattered like a pack of cards. Hey, hey hey laughed the whole family. The poor carpenter. Imagine his awkward feelings!!
The scene now shifts to Delhi. The next breaking incident happened only a few days after our marriage. Those days in summer months people used to sleep in the open.(there were no A/Cs then. The year was 1959). We too slept in the open on ‘charpoys’( light bed with knitted ropes) At night I woke up suddenly and did not find Mr. Menon. I was startled, when I found him in deep sleep on the floor. The charpoy had broken. He did not even feel that he had a fall. Ha, ha ha ha I could not control myself. I wondered how he fell down and was not even aware of it!!
Some months passed. The whole family went for a movie. We were about ten of us. It was a very serious movie. A tragic scene was going on. There was pin drop silence in the hall. Sobbing sounds of some women was breaking the silence. “Tharrack”, a loud thud reverberated in the hall. The chair on which Mr. Menon was sitting had broken and he was on the floor. Later on he told me that he had slept.
Still another breaking episode occurred when we were invited to a relative’s house for dinner. They had laid their new cutlery on the table. After the dinner, while keeping the plate on the table,it slipped from Mr. Menon’s hand and broke. It was very embarrassing. The expression of my Aunt clearly displayed her exasperation but did not say anything because that was the first visit of the “son-in-law” to their house. Afterwards, when I related this incident to my parents, they could not but laugh uncontrollably.
I remember one more funny situation of breaking. It was Mr. Menon’s day of retirement. He had a very sturdy revolving chair on which he had been sitting for five years. While handing over charge all of a sudden the revolving chair broke and down fell the boss!! The office staff helped him to get up. To make the atmosphere light an employee remarked, “Sir doesn’t want anyone else to sit on his chair.” Everybody had a hearty laugh.
After his retirement we shifted from Government accommodation to our own house. We had ordered new furniture. He was sitting on a new easy chair, watching TV. We were all shocked and stupefied when abruptly and suddenly the chair made a squeaking sound and was about to break. He swiftly abandoned the chair. The chair was fortunate to escape his onslaught !
Thankfully that was the last incident of breaking which I know. American Poet, Langston Hughes said, 'Like a welcome summer rain, humour may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.’' Find memorable and humorous moments in everyday life and remain fresh forever!
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