Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The Comedy Club

Making people laugh makes me happy. I am not a clown but yes, my classmates have alwas tagged me with that kind of image and maybe thats why i have my own little comedy with every person whether its my college folks, sisters, family, God or even my maid ( haha! weird) And that why when we laugh the other person keeps wondering- what the hell are they laughing about? Damn!

So, my birthday was awesome with some unusual things hapenning and as usual the unusual things (in a good way) happened with my sister .What? Is anybody doing black magic on us? Because everytime we plan something out individually something happens which connects to either my sister or me. I am confused, so are u, then why are u reading?
Alright, back to my birthday, it was ahhhhhsomeeee! So definately a joker needs to laugh on her birthday, so i decided to take my cousins to a laughter club called -The Comedy Club. Its the most amazing place with cozy seats and all u have to do is- sit back ,relax and laugh. There were three comedians and one host with a very short height. It went down from super dirty comedy, to decent and normal jokes. I enjoyed them all and once again my family was laughing like crazy and i loved it.

Well, It was so crazy that a man with a wife would come out of the club and ask her wife- hey! Who the hell are u lady? Hahaha

And hungry us, went for a dinner at a very lavish restaurant with huge curtains falling from the top and the ambience was all violet, electric blue and pink. The next thing, its 12 babyy!cake on my face. Wow, hehe!

The next day was dirty ( in a good way) because my fellow lovely college friends called me to town and we sat  in a coffee shop. I was looking my best wih my hair neatly made, everybody greeted and hugged and all that birthday stuff and i am standing there with a smile on my face and ready to cut the cake and a voice comes from the back- sorry maam! U cant cut the cake, no outside  food allowed and we all look at each other with black expressons, but u know, we are young cool people to come up with the "hatke" ideas (different idea) everytime, of cutting the cake on the  roof of my car and cutting with what? Asked me to myself- and a friend gives me a credit card! So, this time no using knife, its gonna be a card ....credit card ahem! Haha! And we sing the happy birthday song and everybody grabs a small part with the help of their hand and start painting my face with the cake and then my hair and then we start the cake fight. We kids are so creative- we made cake balls and  started throwing them at each other . On the foot path the  shopkeeper , school students, college students, aunties, working uncles, maids, beggars, the guy selling mango ( we kept his name mango guy - aam aadmi) butterflies, flowers and the cars passing by were staring like we were running  naked on the streets for food. And the best part, where do i clean  my face? My face was oily ,dirty and same goes with my hair. It looked like i had a cake wash rather than a head wash and i was smelling like some caramel smelling toy running from one end to other. I enter a public washroom and i switch on the tap- NO-WATER! -KILL-ME! So then i buy some bottles of water with some wet  tissue and wipe my face off to look a little human and rush to watch the match at the stadium where nobody wants to sit besides the caramel smelling toy, but its her birthday. No body complains :| shawty! I had fun, with lots of good dirty feelings ( the cake thing) and i am 17 with a smile. Thank You everybody who made it special. :)