Sunday, June 18, 2006
Getting Pregnant. (This is also for men)
Dear my readers... It is another attempt.
People complain about me that I have very wry sense of humor.
They write to me saying that I write sad and I write mad.
Well it’s true. I have to accept it.
When I started write a blog before two years, I used to scribble few lines and publish it by telling everyone that it is poetry.
But soon when I took a whirl around the other blogs here, I accepted my limitations.
I can’t write poetry. Yet people encouraged me, applauded me and what not… Monica even has gone to the limits, to write that if ever I publish a book of poems (sigh) she will be the first to buy it. I am grateful to her for being so kind with me.
As an extremely organized and systematic writer, she writes natural and versatile, who has a kind heart.
Unfortunately we had a misunderstanding which ended in our friendship being shaky and we don’t communicate now.
Now that shows my art of public relations. My sensitive nature, adds fire in some situations and calling a spade, a spade... tend to function as a boomerang on me.
Well, to continue, I was unable to write a good poem, and my next aim was to write a journal, which needs writing qualities that I lack.
So with the support of some by all time friends like Pinklady, Walker & Lisa, I selected a joke kindly send by a friend as a plot. I wrote a humorous skit called “that is how she became my mom” and it went well, as it was a joke converted to a skit.
That was it… I couldn’t get a good plot or some thing and I was stuck, stuck with my poor writing, but managed a blog until now.
Recently I even thought of learning a bit of cooking and including a few recipes stolen from LG who maintain a very informative and delicious Indian style kitchen blog. Please check her out.
I am also restricted with a not-so-friendly server and an equally unfriendly job which I don’t want to loose.
Now this is my next attempt to polish my image as a blogger by at least making you smile, where as what I want is laugh.
This joke is the courtesy of mindinside who took pity at my pathetic writing.
Well, to put it in plain language, I haven’t done anything except editing the basic joke, here and there.
Here it is.
he he he he he he… that it self is a joke
A twenty-one-year-old girl tells her Mom that she has missed her period for two months.
Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a test kit.
The test result shows that the girl is pregnant.
The Mother naturally was upset
Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says
"Who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!"
The girl keeps her cool, picks up the phone and makes a call.
Half an hour later a brand new, chauffeur driven Ferrari stops in front of their house.
A mature and distinguished man with gray hair, impeccably dressed in a very expensive suit, steps out of the car and enters the house.
He sits in the living room with the father, the mother and the girl, and tells them,
"Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem".
He stopped and looked at every body and continued with dignity.
"I can't marry her because of my personal family situation, but I'll provide support".
The mother was fuming and was about to speak but stopped short.
The man took out a gold bound small scribbling pad and a solid siver pen from his pocket and started to read from the book.
"If a girl is born, I will bequeath her two retail stores, a town house, a beach villa and $1,000,000 bank account.
If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and $2,000,000 bank account.
If it happens to be twins, a factory and $1,000,000 each"
He closed his small book and with the folded pen, looked around and asked with great concern.
"However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?"
At this point, the father, who had remained silent, places a hand firmly on the man's shoulder and tells him
“Then you try again."