nOw U don’t laUgH(:D) aT oThErS

 ‘Laughing is good, laughing at others is not’. This is what one of the chapters in moral studies book; imported from India with Gandhi images everywhere said when I used to b a kid supposed to learn those stuffs. I would never get the difference.

 The only time we laughed in delight would be when someone’s pant got torn off. When someone steps over the poop, when some1 wets his pants or sometimes the rumor of her wetting pants passing our ears. Back then wetting pants only meant pissing the pants literally. Now bars for wetting pants have been set little low. Now they mean anything but pissing on the pants. If you know what I mean. However I assure you I only mean the former.

laughin would persist when someone gets this zipper accident. Or when someone gets all muddy falling into the ground filled with mud and getting new colors to the regular uniform color. Looking at someone kneeling on bizarre positions.. Or when we were very young we would also laugh at them who dried their pants (pooped their pants).i m nt sure drying pants means shitting,i guess i made tht up and kinda sounds cool. That were the fun I account we had.

We never had a slight hint, how would this guy feel when his ass cheeks were something we’re looking at and laughing. The embarrassment that might have plugged into his ass and ported to brain. Or when someone carries his pooped legs to water tap and tries to wash off even his hand involved within no time but still not being able to make it at time. Laughing with no halt, while everyone denies shaking his hands. Not realizing the harsh intense humiliation he carried on his soft palms. Laughing at the cornered guy, who can’t get rid of his wet pant.  Not realizing how anxious he was to get home and cuddle into his mothers arm and cry feeling sorry for what he did. But he was just a kid. And we were no exception. The girl in the rumor if they were any true must have gone through the same misfortune. Only her case would be a little worst.

The guy screaming in pain and trying to isolate his woo-woo from the zipper, worrying he might not be able to make his parents play with their grand children. The guy desperate to go home with his muddy uniform and worrying he could possibly get on his mother’s nerve. The guy kneeling on the bizarre position and shutting his eyes down only wishing no one could see him. That was that I guess. I just tried some random explanations. There were also exceptions. The guy with his pooped legs would chase others. But most of the victims couldn’t express what they felt. Coz they will have to be back with the same majority again in the class. And they were all alone in every comedy scene they created.

To laugh is the easiest thing to do, I guess not going to some philosophical debate where laughing is the toughest thing to do. But every comic scene has some consequences to pay. Sometimes they might end up hurting someone. I guess now I understand what the book with Gandhi pictures on it wanted to implant.