A Tribute to LOL!

A 5th class kid wrote in his Math answer sheet:

Dear Math,

I am sick and tired of finding your X. Just accept the fact that she is gone and move on :cry:

Definition of home – “A place where you can scratch your bum exactly where it itches” :lol:

Mr.Bean reading newspaper headlines.

“US athlete lost gold medal in long jump”.

Mr.Bean comments, ‘Idiot, who asked him to wear gold medal while jumping?’ :twisted:

Height of O-shit! situation:

A boy throws a love letter to a girl but it falls on her brother.

And her brother accepts it :shock:

If one of the above made you giggle, chuckle or at the least a faint movement of your lips, chill and read on. If you’d read it like no more than a newspaper headline, please take this post seriously :roll:

I should say laughing out loudly had been a daily ritual, next to food and sleep. In every place I had moved in, there were always a bunch of humour geniuses who exactly knew what to crack at the right time. It just takes a silly comment or an expression to stir me and then it’s always a big mess around – explosions of terrific emotions of loud cacophony, hitting whatever or whoever stays close-by the right hand, rolling on the floor, welled-up eyes, running noses, painful stomach, exhausted cheeks – and I end helpless!

Seasons have changed and years have rolled on, but there remains a fondness for all those people who have touched my days with stomach cramps. As LOL keeps the royal step into the Oxford English Dictionary this  month, this is a perfect time to pay a tribute to all these fun-to-be-with-O-holic people.

Back in school, the best LOL moments were with our PT master. He tried to be a strict commando all the time and he failed exactly every time, only to expose the actual hilarious spectacle in him. Check this, the height of his comedy:

‘All right students. Now everybody line up alphabetically according to your heights’ :eek:

While the others would stare at each other confused which one to do, we were two devils, hiding behind the others, holding each other hands tightly, trying in vain to control our outbursts.

And our dedicated Math teacher loved to fill the black board with sin x, cos x, tan x, cosec x……but when it came to sec x, she somehow didn’t like to write the ‘c’ in between. The resultant was that all the copy pasted Math class work note books had the three-lettered word in between trigonometry :shock: The terrible part was it took one of the parents to find out what the hell this math teacher was teaching in the class :twisted:

Kavi, Subs, Kams and Nals – the long walks I had taken with you all, hand in hand, halting at every other step to finish our deep belly laughs were almost the beginning of the LOL days of my life. Though we don’t get to meet often, I am sure our voices of  joys shall keep us knitted all the time.

This is how Id written (???Drawn???) class notes (???Figures???) in college :lol:

When I stepped into college, LOL became the major activity of life. Even the most decent class-taking professor wasn’t left untouched. Everybody were baptized with our nick names. And the one who taught us taxonomy and nomenclature got the highest number of names – one vernacular name, one scientific name, one local class name, one pet hostel name……… :shock:

When I think back, there wasn’t anything that funny that I could have gripped my stomach almost every other day in the hostel laughing. The reasons should have been very silly but what mattered was we laughed and laughed and laughed that every night was a nightmare to our hostel warden.

Prems, Gais, Kavi, Abi, Viji – I had the best fun with you girls. I can still recollect Gais’ face reddened with tears rolling down :) and the rest of us rolling on the floor, stuck with our breaths.

My university days! Studying was a small part of life then. LOLing wasn’t ;) I still feel apologetic for waking up our neighbour roomies in the middle of the night with our ROARS. More than other days, the nights before our examinations carried a magic wand with every word we uttered. And at the end of every explosion, we would feel guilty seeing the syllabus in hand and make an attempt to start only to end up in another explosion :(

The dirtiest LOL moments were sipping tea in the hostel mess. A rightly placed tea-cup near the mouth, but a wrongly timed joke results in spray painting the room with tea – mind it :mrgreen:

Gitu, nobody could have matched your humour sense in that campus. What a spontaneity you had! Keerthi, Anie, Cats, Anbu – Should I say we have wasted hell a lot of precious hours in laughing?

I thought with this point is the end of the kind of LOL I would have. But unimaginably, my colleagues at work made me surpass the LOLs I had had before. We work with this motto – on the name of professionalism, we should not bury the art of laughing. They sure are the reason why I still feel young at heart.

Onir, Nabz and Monu – words cannot explain the magic power behind your words and expressions – And numbers cannot be counted for the times I had got drenched with laughter with you all.  Lees, Sush and Shwe, you gave me courage every time to laugh out loudly because I know when I get caught, I will  not be alone :lol:

Well, relaxe, we are almost nearing the end ;)

There were few moments when I’ve questioned God why He gives those heart cramps, taking away exactly what I’ve wanted to have. When I am with these people around me, I feel this is how God replies:

‘But I’ve replaced them with your stomach cramps’.

I don’t know if all you people would get to read this page sometime in your lives. But when you do, know that your names have been highlighted in a girl’s history because you made her laugh happily :)

To me – After a hysterical episode of laugh, it feels something which had been caught somewhere in some part of my body gets released. It feels ‘that’s all I need for now’. It feels my energy reservoir has been re-filled for free. It feels I’ve lightly touched the unknown part of my being and came back. And I feel like a whole new person.

To all – Depression, emptiness, boredom and all their sisters elude us from laughing out loud. And our lives are not devoid of such siblings. We have to live with them sometimes. And one of the best ways to keep moving on in life is to LAUGH OUT LOUD. I cannot deny that we need the right people around us to make that happen. Let’s wish deeply for that, but remember: a little step to appreciate humour, to see the funny face of situations can make us much more lighter.

My heartful of Love to :lol:

Photo Courtesy

Answer sheet 1 - http://light-corner.blogspot.com

Laughing Emoticon – www.skullcandyiscool.blogspot.com

Answer sheet 2 – http://www.funkingdom.net

Quote – http://www.sodahead.com

Laughing in office – http://www.icis.com

Laughing Old age – unknown source

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