Yes I'm a Foodie....

I remember writing a kickass good-bye letter to 2009 here. For some reason, 2010 has been surprisingly impressive [so far]. I 've got all I wanted, I'm happier than I was in 2009, I am doing perfect [touch wood] and I hope it remains the same. Bleh, but who wants to know what happens tomorrow? Until now its super fine. And I realized I've gained 4 kgs [8 pounds if I'm not wrong] in one month. And was shocked to see the weighing machine showing a good number this time, at least not like before, the oh-so-under-weight-you-are number. I jumped off the machine, rubbed my eyes, removed my cell phone from the pocket [to make sure it wasn't adding extra numbers on that machine :-P]. I stood again, to recheck if it was NORMAL. I called MOM. There was a silence. She knows I was checking weight, but she shot a BLAH look at me. I ran towards her, pulled her over to the machine, stood again and winked at her, pointing one finger towards the machine. She looked at me once, then at the machine [TWICE]. Then at her Hand bag once. I asked her what she was upto? She pulled out her reading glasses to make sure she read it right. And YES! Celebration time for the entire family because I gained 4 kgs, which was so unbelievable.

But that made me feel tad inwardly attentive all together. OMG am I looking too fat? That question fed me too much of worry. Because previously even if I overate it never made a difference, so I was a lil nervous about looking at my NEW self. Okay whatever. I decided to keep a track of what I eat as I determined not to disappoint the new pair of jeans I recently bought. I made a list of ways to avoid over eating and how to go for a walk to keep myself fit. But then, rules are for papers eh? Now being a major hogger is the best thing you know? Because previously I always skipped food whenever I was grumpy, upset, depressed and most importantly lazy. And by skipping food, I would get so much patience especially when I'm bound to deal with those sort of moods. Like as if I've scared my worries away?! But now there's a LOT of difference I see in myself. I am being less grumpy, less depressed but even if I am, I know food has become my favourtie thing.

I knew how I always told mommy how much I hated some of the veggies. And how I almost cried when she cooked something I never liked. And mommy used to show me a basket full of maggie packets in the kitchen. "Eat that junk if you don't like that veggie", she'd say to me. I prefer eating that veggie than cooking maggie for myself. Yes, lazy bum you are allowed to call me that. For a change I don't remember which veggie I hated before? I started eating almost everything. Which made it easier for mommy to NOT buy too many maggie packets these days and that doesn't mean I started ignoring maggie. Its still like my 'chaddi buddy' [Childhood friend].

And lastly I congratulate myself on successfully gaining a pound of flesh, that's like a biggest achievement for me this year. [Even though some of em say I look the same, LEAN and no change, but weighing machines don't lie].

Make sure you don't miss out on eating excess of watermelons, eggs, fruit salads, mangoes [Ah I know no one will miss this one], more veggies, cucumber and apple salad! And don't miss out on drinking Tang, lime soda and red bull. Water is the best option though. [That's on my summer eating and drinking list.]

EAT WELL. STAY FIT. BE A FOODIE.

Love is the glimpse of Heaven....

A very cute girl has this cute love for someone…. And talks her heart out with her friend…

Friend – You love him so much right?

Girl – Yes. *shots a quizzical look at her friend*

Friend- Wondering how I knew what’s in your heart?

Girl - *half-smiles*… Well, who else can read it apart from you?

Friend – I am unsure if it’s all about reading, but your eyes speak, when you look at him like that.

Girl – you observe too much. *throws a book at her*

Friend - *Catches the book* … so, why don’t you just go tell him about how you feel.

Girl – how I feel?

Friend – yeah, the heart thumps faster when you see him, the music in the background, the breeze blowing in your face etc etc!

Girl – Jeez it never happened. But heart thumping faster part is agreeable.

Friend – yeah whatever, so go tell him all of that. Like, I love you and can’t live without you stuff.

Girl – No I can’t.

Friend – You want me to help you?

Girl – No. Not that way. I mean, I don’t want him to know my feelings for him.

Friend - *gives the weirdest look* … Okay? And why on earth is that?

Girl – What would I tell him? “Hi, you know what? I committed a blunder trusting a guy when I was 17. Then fell for someone else’s words when I was 20 and eventually ended up having thick scars on my heart. Now I fell in love with you. What’s your answer? Is that what I’m supposed to tell him?

Friend – Err. Chica. You don’t have to tell him about the things happened in your past. Tell him about what you feel for him right now. And who would want to know a decade’s old story? Love is love. Go let him know before it’s too late.

Girl – So, according to you, love is being dishonest?

Friend – No, I don’t mean it like that, but you should just tell him about your feelings first, then about your past life.

Girl - *grabs the book from her (friend’s) hands, starts flipping pages* …

Friend – Okay, I won’t ask you to do anything, but answer this question.

Girl - *Question mark face*

Friend – What if you see him getting married to someone else?

Girl- Ouch. It’s gonna invite another crack to my tiny heart. But you know what? I want something like that to happen. Not the crack, I want him to be with someone more deserving and not me. I’m gonna be happy for him although there will be the lil ‘ouch’ continuing.

Friend – Go jump somewhere. Save the philosophy.

Girl – No seriously. I don't want the whole idea of being expressive eat me up, when the answer is a hell NO from him. Loving isn’t about being together, or wanting each other badly. It’s just about LOVING. It has no rules. No conditions. It’s just called love. It’s about how happy you can live for someone you love. Hoping for that boy’s happiness serves me the best moments. I desire to stay alone loving him, than being with him and someday losing him.

* * *

Silence between both while the girl talks to herself in the inside -

[That’s what I think about love no idea about other’s ideas, maybe I’m wrong but it’s okay. It's good to express but I'm not ready yet for another ache in the heart. But what matters really is to see that boy happy always.]

Friend – I like it.

Girl- Which part?

Friend – The loving logic :-)

Girl- hmm-mm *Nods head vertically*

Friend - **Hugs her tight**

…so this cute girl can’t express it to him because she thinks it’s better to not hold onto something so tight and later realize that it’s been released from the hands leaving too many scars to the heart. Sometimes heartbreaks make it such a tough thing for anyone to be expressive because the fear of losing someone always remains in their thoughts. But ultimately you’ll know the exact meaning of love and that is what the girl finally learned. She learned how to LOVE and not expect anything out of it.

Love as much as you can. And remember when you start expecting things, you’re only making way to a regretful life ahead.

We can do no great things; only small things with great love -

Mother Teresa

PS: Not a real story. Story about how the things of the past made that girl non-expressive and not being prepared for the future and all she believed in was to love!

Grammar issues of facebook FAN PAGES

How many facebook addicts there are really?! Countless eh? I’m one of biggest addicts and the interesting part of facebook is “Joining Random groups and becoming fan” because those groups/fan pages relate to what I think in some way or the other. And yeah I also like playing mafia wars like a DON. I always get extraordinarily busy with joining these groups if I seriously find nothing else to do! The other day I realized that I became a fan of so many fan pages and found so many grammar issues with some of the fan pages and also spelling errors! I wondered who would want to join such groups or become a fan of it anyway. But those groups, to some extent made me laugh my ass off.

1) This group stole my thoughts again

2) So this group asks you to join because something HAPPENDS if you do! Wow. Join!

3) My hobby is laughing at this :-)

4) Okay hello? I still didn’t get this, you mean A PART?

5) Grammar disaster.

6) You mean make real friends? I totally appreciate the number of people who joined it.

7) Okay that’s weird?

8) Jelouse? Which language is that?

9) Ya okay!

10) Sure I will BE smile every time :-)

11) Honestly when I joined this group I didn’t notice the error in TOGETHER. But that’s okay understandable.

12) The funny part of this fan page is the image. Do we really have to display a fan to prove it’s a fan page?

13) The guy/girl who created this page must have created it when they had the “Drop in the stomach feeling”. Seriously what a mess of words!

14) Yes yes and all that eh?

15) Incomplete title… oops facebook allows limited characters for a name of the group, that’s what happens when you write paragraphs.

16) Why did she what?

17) Who made this? :-|

18) Where deodorant? WOW!

19) Excuse me?

20) Yeah right..

21) Hopeless group.

22) Does? No I doesn’t :-) LOL >_>

23) Guys come on you all need a life SENT(A)NCE :)

I don’t understand the logic of using “MA” for ‘my’ and ‘k’ for ‘OKAY’. These shortcuts for some reason piss the hell out of me.

24) Too many MA’s … if there was a MY instead of MAH it would have been decent.

25) What is BUH now? It’s BUT dude.

And some honest facebook groups ever

26) This one’s hilarious. Seriously? Who would be so honest?

27) Another fantastic honesty, not sure if she created it herself or someone else created it for her. Its sad.

I’m not sure how many of you reading this post joins several groups like I do, and I have no idea how many of you came across such hilarious groups.

PS: If the owner of the group is reading this, please don’t mind, its a nice way to make others giggle! =)

PPS: Okay now, if you're judging me for these blurry images, I'm sorry, I took the screen shots not knowing it would turn too tiny! I had to resize the images and so the blur story! :-)

HAPPY EASTER ! ♥

Living in the silence of a night….

There were a few nights in my life I wanted to stay awake in bed thinking about everything possible. After a long thinking I just wrote my thoughts because I knew I could hear them in my ears LOUD. This is what I remember I wrote -

Sometimes all you need in life is a night alone with yourself and the silence of it. When you consider carefully about the muteness around, lying in bed, you manage to listen attentively to your heart which speaks of million things that you crave on holding tightly with both your hands and how much you wish that they stick around with you forever. How much you hate to let it just go. Sometimes all you learn in life are the terms “get” and “lose”. You’re a winner when you 'get' You feel like a loser when you “don’t”, however you seek intently to grab everything that doesn’t belong to you any longer. You stick on all the sides of things that you don’t deserve and you convince yourself of being happy with the non-deserving things. The silence of the night brings back the sweet memories and also the night terror that you endlessly try staying away from. You puzzle over about everything you did in the day, wondering if you’re gonna be awake tomorrow with the same happiness that you have right now. You think about the love you get and the love you lost. You wanna go back and reverse things that are no way possible. You try to put the things in new order that are highly chaotic. When life gives you a chance to change things that are messed up, it’s always nice you adopt it. Don’t think about waiting for things to fall in place, because no matter how hard you try, certain things are impossible to happen with ease. Don’t stick around with things you don’t deserve. The best way to avoid that is to understand what you really want in life. Work on the best things that can make you happy. Grasp the significance of something that can make your life brighter.

When you ever feel again to have yourself the whole silence of the night, just learn to give a wink to all that happened in the past, tell it that it can’t change your present. Live in the moment, smile as much as you can and say “I love you life”. Think well about tomorrow. Hope for the best to fall in your hands! Hold it tight. And remember if you’re taking a rough road, it only means that you’re heading towards something BEAUTIFUL. Take that road. Live it through. See the change.

The day I spent alone at home....being highly lazy!!

It is pretty relaxing when you spend time with your own self the entire day. It’s a rarity that my parents or siblings leave me alone at home for the entire day, not because I’m like the lil kid in home alone movie, but because we hate staying apart for too long. I’ve had least bit of idea that they were all busy for the day, and I was being jobless (for sure). I was busy jogging and listening to a couple of Jing-bang numbers like Boyfriend by Ashlee Simpson at somewhere around 7 am and these kinda numbers are good when you go for a jog, you go bobbing the head like one-two-three-and-four and people around get a weird idea that it’s some sort of a neck exercise. Well, I’m bobbing to the rhythm uncles and aunties, you don’t get it. See I have the earphones plugged in. How would people in their 70’s or 80’s know that anyway? Back to my jog and bob mode. The best part of morning jogs is the Feeling of fresh morning wind blow in your face, and the mild sunrays that peek through the trees around and shines on your face like an orange glitter, splashing water over your face to wipe away the sweat after bobbingjogging, exchanging smiles with strangers who come for brisk walks and yoga. Day starts off nice.

I bid see ya’ll in the evening, blowing air kisses, and waved bye until the car sped outta my sight. Mom gave me a thousand instructions I hardly remember. And I’m sure she has an idea that not even half of what she said will be done by me. I’m sure she’ll understand my laziness. The day is mine, the house is mine, the roof is mine, the Teevee remote is mine, loud music is mine, and fun is mine. Wow. I know its morning, and ghosts don’t come outta their private hell in the mornings or afternoons. Do they? I don’t think so, really! I leaped on the stairs, climbed three at once, singing loudly, while my neighbor looks at me surprised. It’s okay to be surprised, to see me awake so early, leaping and singing on the stairs. That’s somewhat like an odd midnight for me, eight in the morning, yeah. I changed my sleep-late-wake-late schedule to sleep-early-wake-early sort of a thing. I feel HUMAN.

I always sleep without planning for tomorrow, so that my plans are steady in position and that they don’t turn out being the greatest disorder. When my plans are muddled I feel like they’re actually laughing at me. How rude. I got home after the jog, musical head bobs, blowing byes and kisses to my family, leaping on stairs and surprising my neighbor. I look at the family photo as soon as I enter the house because that was hung right on the opposite wall of the entrance door. We all look like we were flying down from heaven in that photo. Guys I’m gonna miss you for today, love ya’ll okay? Come back soon. That’s what I said and walked off to my room.

I checked the number of messages I had received in my phone. Everyone wishes me good morning. I don’t text back. If I did, then I know I’d do it the whole day. Got rid of my sneakers and jumped in my bed, hugged my bears. My teddy bears. Aw, I feel better. Much much better. After shower I venture in the kitchen. I heard someone say “STOP”. I stopped. Looked around. That’s how mom used to shout whenever I tried to enter the kitchen and she always told me not to do weird stuff around in the kitchen. Experiments are not supposed to be done here, she shoos me off. I cooked something that I always am better at, Pasta. I poured orange juice in one of my favorite and sentimental tumbler glasses. I turned the music on. LOUDER. I read the news, I grabbed a bite of pasta, supped on juice while James blunt sings louder for me this morning. You’re beautiful.

10:00 am – Burp. Enormous breakfast. Burp. The door bell jangles. I run to see who it is. I open the door slowly. My maid stands with a basket in her hand. She is a sweet lady. She’s been working for us since 10 years, she never changed. I don’t want her to either. I offer her less work today. She does the dishes, mops the floor and the rest of the day is a holiday for her. Pretty cheerful she looks. I managed to speak with her while she was working. I’m good at disturbing people when they’re busy. I wanted to know about how she runs her family by earning 5k per month. And also she has a beautiful grand-daughter who is, I think seven months old now. We spoke about her.

11:00 am – I sit down to write some of my thoughts. I scribble on the white sheets, tear it, make crumble balls and throw it on the floor. I write till my fingers hurt. I’ve finally managed to write some of the very close to my heart thoughts. Folded the sheets neatly and hid it in my Bible. I won’t be surprised much if mom reads it.

12:00 pm – I don’t like watching teevee so much. The normal health and food channels entertain me the best. The rest don’t keep me pleasantly occupied in anyway. But I decided to kill time for the day, see? So, I sat with a bowl of potato chips, held the remote in my hand like as though I’ve achieved some sort of a memento for breaking a record. Reminded me of the way danny and I fought, more worse than the wrestlers in WWE ring, for the remote (when we were kids). I always won. I knew how to CRY like a baby. I flipped channels. I almost successfully killed 45 minutes doing that. Nothing was straightly interesting with the teevee. And news? It wears me down.

12:45 pm – New text received. My phone kept vibrating the whole time I never realized. I replied to a few friends who were curious to know if I was alive and awake. I managed to hug my bears again. I rang up mom, to know what they were all up to. Having fun? I asked her lazily. Then added “without me”? She told me I was lucky to be under the roof, and told me she doesn’t like the sun.

1:15 pm – Door bell jangles again. I slid my phone shut and ran to see who it was. The courier guy asks me so many unwanted questions and later realizes he was at the wrong door. I shout at him “Thanks for the inconvenience” a lil louder than usual. He walked off feeling self-conscious and red-faced. He should be. I hate opening the door so many times, being curios like a curious investigator to know who’s dropping by.

1:30 pm – I’m back to my playlist. Volume was a lil under control now. The fray sings how to save a life. I sing along especially these lines “Hoowwww to saivveee a liffee..” louder than what was playing in the background. I dial a number of a restaurant I know that makes yummy food here (sometimes) and ordered Chinese. And Coke please. I can’t survive without coke.

2:30 pm – I take a nap. Wake up at 3:30 when my phone kept singing “You’re my honey bun, sugar plum, pumpi-umpi-umkin”… I wake up answering the phone. To my annoyance it was an advertising call from Vodafone. I disconnected. The phone buzzed immediately. My bestie calls me to tell me about the new hot stuff happening in her life. She’s happy. I’m happy for her too. We giggled, talked a ton of crap, giggled, complained, and giggled. It went on and on.

4:00 pm – I went downstairs to check if I’ve got any letters. No letters in the mail. I ran upstairs after a small conversation with another neighbor who wanted to learn about my future plans. People of my apartment bore me. They like to know what I will be in the future. Not what I am right now? Jobless. Unfair.

4:30 – I read stuff online. Facebook updates. Notifications. My god. What an addiction.

5:00 – Unexpected plan pops up with friends. And I get ready. All girly. With colorful bands in my head and wrists. I meet my friends. Talk. Laugh. Giggle. Eat. Talk talk talk.

8:00 pm – Back home. I play the music too low this time. I feel my eyes too heavy. I doze off.

9:00 pm – Mom has the spare keys. They’re back. I could hear the loud voices around. I woke up and thought I’m back with the lovable crowd. I wake up and managed to sit on the arm chair drowsily near my PC, rubbing my eyes and trying hard to look at what song was playing from the playlist, as the volume was too low. Mom sits on my bed to hear my stories; I tell her the boring stuff I did the entire day also told about the tiny fun with friends in the evening.

She held a white paper with something written on it, in her hand and asked “You forgot about this?”…

I looked at the list of to do things mom handed over to me while I was busy blowing kisses at them waving bye in the morning. In the back of my mind I say “Oh shucks”. I make multi-innocent faces at mom. I punch the volume LOUD to avoid mom’s tiny-cute-avoidable-lecture.

If I were a boy (by beyonce) plays in the background.

Mom makes a face. I know what she meant by that. She meant “You lazy lil brat”. She adds another to do list to it and gives it to me. I’m punished I thought *Burying my head in hands*

Summer 2010

When I was a kid, I always bounced with joy when I knew it’s gonna be SUMMER. I genuinely loved summer because it’s everyone’s vacation time. Everybody in this world would get holidays for two months (that’s what I would think). And everybody here includes the employees, the old, the rich, the poor and also my Granma’s pet. The other day I found a rack of old photo albums, which were all lined up neatly in the last row of a book shelf in my house. I tried to grab as many albums I could, there were so many that I almost had a notion about being on the ground, flat, with the albums on top of me. I relaxed, picked out the album in pink, then pulled out the rest of the albums one by one. I hate doing that. I mean working so patiently. I’d rather be on the ground than do the picking one by one business and pulled out a few at a time. I saw the pictures. Laughed. Smiled. Surprised. Wondered. Loved. Kissed. I felt like my body was present with the albums, but the pictures genuinely took me back to those days. The scenes were running at the back of my mind. I felt refreshed. I felt nice and awesome.

Mom interrupts and I’m back again in the weird present world. I look at mom, trying to still focus on the flashback that started to fade a few seconds ago, she leaves a bowl of strawberries, I look at the pictures and she joins me viewing them too. Mom gave me a sweetest smile and a confused look when I asked her “So we’re going back to those days together, mm-hmm.”

Summer 13 years ago

Mom used to pack all our clothes to send us to my Grandma’s house for every summer and would bid bye-bye enjoy summer and kisses along with it. She promised she will join us too, when dad is free. I never stayed without mom anywhere else. I grow more melancholy every hour without her. Granddad always waited for us near the huge gate of their house to welcome us home. And often would shoo rosy away from us. Rosy, was my granma’s pet (a Pomeranian), it always bowled me down. That’s the way a pet often gives you a special hug, innit? Grandma’s house was huge, she loved pets and my granddad loved TV. They were quite old. But always would entertain us with jokes and games. Sweet couple I’d never forget. I still remember those days when we cousins ate together in one plate. Fighting with pillows. Sitting under the stars on the terrace listening to ghost stories. Hugging granddad tight while sleeping. Eating mangoes. Playing with rosy in the evenings in the huge lawn. We would watch Tom and Jerry and roll on the floor laughing our asses off for no reason. But we just laughed because it was supposed to be funny. That’s what my older cousins did. So, we lil one’s did the same. Then later my mom’s bro was blessed with a daughter and a new cousin in the family. Summer again was fun with the new baby at home. I loved babying her. She was the prettiest of us all. She had rosy cheeks. Each time we fought for food in one plate, she would join us too. And we cousins end up feeding her first. I always wished to live with my cousins and grandparents forever and not just in summer. But things certainly change.

I looked at mom, and the pictures, then looked up at her again, and then looked away. Sigh. I miss those days I uttered weak in tone. She replied – I miss my summer days too.

Summer 2010

After granddad passed away, rosy left us too. Grandma left the house and started to live with her son. Things change so drastically. I never thought those days would end. I wish I had the chance to freeze something. I would freeze those summer days and would live them all my life. Summer now is quite different. It’s not the best as those days but it definitely is not the worst. Now for every summer my aunts and uncles manage to send their kids to my house. Most of them below thirteen, not of my age, but yeah we still enjoy the summer heat together. It’s the same, we eat mangoes, we eat together in one plate, we sit under the stars, bro and I scare them with ghost stories, laughs, jokes, love and everything is just the same. The difference is granddad and rosy are not with us and also Granma’s huge house. I love summer, because my cousins make it bright for me. They add life to it.

I shoved those albums back in the rack and bounced shouting, YAY it’s summer again.

PS: Enjoy the sweaty days. Happy summer 2010.

One smile at the stranger...and the story you hear next

One evening I was lazing around after a very tiring day. I found two messages in my phone, from the librarian who was asking me if I could return the books I’d kept with me for 3 weeks. I typed a message to him “How long are you open, I’m lazy, can you come and collect the books?”… I backspaced everything and started to type “Hey, I was just gonna return them. What a coincidence?” I backspaced all that I typed and started to type a fresh one. I wasted a bunch of time doing that. Although in the end I didn’t text him anything. I thought it was a good idea to return the books I been reading since three weeks and stop being the worlds worst procrastinator. I also imagined how the librarian would give me those looks when I go there. He usually never smiles. Maybe he never smiled ever in his whole life? Or maybe he's a gay? :| When I say “Hi, any new books?” he looks at me says “Hi” with a straight face. Oh okay serious boy, continue that. I’ll show my straight face too. I reached the library and looked at him with a straight face, placed the books on the desk and he asked me the code. My library card has this damn code I’ll have to tell him each time I return the books, he took the books and I paid him off the (whatever) amount I had to. He thanked me and I took a tour inside the library to check out for something very interesting. He then called out my name, and apologized for texting me about returning the books. I said, Oh no it’s fine. My fault I kept them for too long. He said “That wasn’t long”, but I had customers who were waiting for the books and I had no extra books, I’ll give them to you next week if you want them. I was just nodding my head in disbelief that I saw him smile at me while talking. Finally he smiled, I thought smilingly. And I walked out with a book called BPO sutra (Dont judge me, its a nice book), bidding bye to him.

The librarian was looking at me while I walked out, that’s what I felt. Oh boy! Don’t give that stare I mumbled. I walked as fast as I could and when I reached my bike I placed the books on the seat and started to dig in my pockets for the keys, and I smiled at a stranger who was walking right next to my bike. He was pretty old, looked like a granddad of 15 grandchildren or more. His grey thick moustache, his cargo shorts, his cap, his Reebok Tee gave me a picture of a retired army officer. He was holding a bag of veggies. He stopped when I shot the smile. I stopped digging for the keys too. I sort of had all weird thoughts before he began talking to me. He looked at me like as if I was one of his grandkids, and said:

Stranger- Hey! Let me ask you a question!

Me – okay? *blank*

Stranger – which side do you think is the handle fixed on a coffee cup?

Me – Err, *making actions with my hand like as if I held the cup with my hand and said* RIGHT.

Stranger - *looks at me weirdly*

Me- Oh no it’s on the *tries to make actions again, this time with the left hand and said* LEFT.

Stranger- *raises one eyebrow*

Me – Oh wait no, it depends on how you hold it though? Obviously. *straight face*

Stranger – Okay? You tell me with which hand do you hold the cup usually?

Me – Right (sometimes with both the hands)

Stranger – I hold it with left, but that doesn’t give a proper answer. *shrugs*

Me- Okay I give up, what’s the answer? *curiosity was eating me up, while I already started biting nails*

Stranger- well, the handle is obviously fixed OUTSIDE the cup.

Me- Ha Ha Ha :|

Stranger- what ha ha? Ask me why?

Me- Why?

Stranger- because when the coffee is inside the cup, how can the handle be inside the cup too? *Laughs loudly, bids a bye and walks off*

Me- :| :| :| *laughs, cries, laughs, cries, straight face* Not funny sir.

I looked around before I started my bike to see if anyone around heard that oh-so-very-funny-joke too? The librarian was standing at the counter laughed and signaled that the stranger was a retard! But wait, I saw my librarian smile and laugh for the first time! Feels nice when someone really wears a smile I thought. And I rode back home.

I spotted the stranger again, the very next day, talking to a very HOT girl about something. What a retard funny man! Don’t know what story he told her too. But he seems like a good entertainer!