Trying to be Funny

Maybe my father had a morose sperm…


Does humor have to do with genes? Is it a trait that’s inherited rather than acquired? I don’t know. I suck at being funny. I think humor flows in semen, and that’s how it’s passed on. It’s something that comes naturally, and not something you can learn on and practice in front of morose crowds. Isn’t it?

So when I was frustrated with my inability to crack jokes and impress girls, I seeked help from this magical thing called internet, which hosts solutions to all kinds of problems – be it calculus or life. I read those articles like you’d read jubilee editions of Playboy. I thought I could be funny. Hilarious.
The articles strongly advocate the belief that anyone can be funny. No matter what your race, religion, sex or favorite Games Of Thrones season is, if you have a sound cerebrum that registers humor, you can be boisterously funny. Like sex,humor develops with practice. The more you try, the better you become.
So I gave it a shot. I started watching Tarak Mehta and within fifteen minutes realized that it was a mistake, and so I started watching AIB on YouTube instead. Both the shows have different parameters of humor. While the first one gives you constant tiny explosions of good humor, AIB hits bang on!
I googled the topmost authors who write rib-tickling chiclits, and google blessed me with this gorgeous-as-a-dream lady named Sophie Kinsella. I happily emptied my debit card ordering her books on Amazon. I also downloaded her images and set her my wallpaper. I thought I could emulate her. Hilarious.
I read books, dissolved into puddles of laughter and became a fan. I tried to write like her but my punches were wooden. No one except DK laughed at my jokes. Well, that’s because DK owes me 100 bucks.
You see what the problem is? I am  desperately trying to be funny. But it doesn’t work that way. It’s something that’s inculcated in you, either in embryonic stage, or right after you are born. It’s not something you learn. It’s not like sex, no sir.

So girls, it’s not my fault if I am not funny. Maybe my father had a morose sperm.

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