https://blog.karthikrp.com/tags/humor/Recent content in humor on ReflectionsHugo -- gohugo.ioen-us© Karthik Ramaswamy PadmanabhanThu, 18 Jan 2024 17:27:24 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/motorcycle-diaries/Thu, 18 Jan 2024 17:27:24 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/motorcycle-diaries/If you were to happen upon the intersection of Ranga Road and West Circular Road in the suburbs of the South Indian city of Chennai on a hot summer afternoon in 2002, you might think something odd was happening. You would come across a group of people staring intently and/or expectantly at an older man in the middle of the street. The crowd would consist of about 20 people, with the average age skewing towards the younger side.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/finding-a-partner-in-crime/Thu, 30 Mar 2023 22:26:25 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/finding-a-partner-in-crime/“You gents need some women in your life.” I heard Melissa’s voice coming from inside the bathroom. “I have not seen a dirtier place in my life.” I turned to look at Santosh, my roommate who was sitting on the other end of the couch in the living room, half in embarrassment, half in amusement. He stared back at me with a similar mix of emotions. We were actually not going to be roommates for long.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/love-at-work/Sat, 30 Jan 2010 22:11:52 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/love-at-work/I hated to work on Saturday evenings. Especially since all my roommates would be enjoying in Kilroy’s Sports Bar, while I would be cleaning up trash, or serving burritos. That Saturday, I was put up at the Italian food joint, and it was particularly busy. I had never seen so much crowd before, and it was tiring. The only solace was that Hafize was working in a place right opposite to mine.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/game-over/Sat, 15 Aug 2009 22:05:32 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/game-over/“Welcome to Indianapolis!”, the driver announced as the shuttle entered the airport. Though it was the second time I was going to Indy, something about the place looked unfamiliar to me. Maybe it was the weather? I didn’t know. It was kind of chill and foggy when I got down from the shuttle. There was the scent of rain, but I hoped it wouldn’t rain, at least not till I get back inside the safety of my apartment.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/valentines-day/Sat, 14 Feb 2009 21:44:29 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/valentines-day/My first attempt at 55Fiction: She watched as her love crossed the road and came towards where she was sitting. She knew he was going to propose today, the 14th February. He looked tense. Understandable. “I wanna tell you something.” “Yes?” She waited for the three words to come out of his mouth. “I am gay.”https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-story-of-muthu/Sat, 07 Feb 2009 21:42:38 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-story-of-muthu/Muthu was an ordinary individual. He was as ordinary as you and me, and all other ordinary human beings in the world. Muthu was a trader. He was always honest, and never tried to cheat any of his customers. He wouldn’t even think about it. All his goods were of top quality, and so all the people flocked to buy his wares. He sold them very cheap, and so didn’t get much profit.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/when-money-flies/Wed, 07 Jan 2009 21:35:53 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/when-money-flies/“So, where shall we go?” my eldest sister, Radhika, asked no one in particular. “I suggest we go to the beach. And have nice hot onion bajjis.” my younger brother Mukund, a die-hard foodie, replied. “Shut up, Mukund.” It was Vindhya, my second sister. “Why don’t you try thinking about something other than food?” “Oh Vindhya, stop teasing him.” Radhika managed to prevent yet another fight between the two warring siblings.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/wrong-number/Sat, 05 Jul 2008 21:27:24 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/wrong-number/The time was exactly 11 PM when the phone rang. Its shrill ring filled the house and I rushed and picked up the receiver before mom and dad could wake up. “Hello?” My voice was very sleepy. “Hello. Can I speak to Mr. Anantharaman? I’m his friend Rajan speaking.” “I’m sorry. It is the wrong number.” I replied, camouflaging my irritation as far as possible. “Oh I am sorry. Please forgive me.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-accidental-date/Mon, 23 Jun 2008 21:15:29 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-accidental-date/“Eat something and go!” My mom shouted from the kitchen. “No, ma. It is already late! I’m leaving. Bye!!” I shouted back and as I went out through the front door, I tripped on the carpet and almost fell down. Unfortunately, my mom happened to see this. “Come inside, sit down, and drink water. It is a bad sign if you trip when you are going out.” she told me.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-unforgettable-exam/Thu, 29 May 2008 21:13:20 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-unforgettable-exam/It was the day of my last exam after which the summer holidays were about to begin. My parents had already planned a trip to Ooty during the holidays, and I was too preoccupied with it, that I hardly prepared for the exam. Not that the exam needed preparation. The subject was General Knowledge, in which I was the topper, every time. I was also good in quizzing, and my general knowledge was much higher than that of an average seventh class student.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/inside-the-bus/Thu, 22 May 2008 20:56:40 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/inside-the-bus/It was a really hot day. The bus stop was crowded and there wasn’t any bus in sight. I was sweating profusely and my shirt had already become wet. I was praying that a bus should come soon, when I saw her crossing the road from the college gate towards the bus stop. Anjana was my classmate and the prettiest girl in my college. Though we were classmates, I hardly spoke to her and she could, at best, be classified just as my acquaintance.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/process-out-of-control/Wed, 21 May 2008 17:43:27 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/process-out-of-control/The bell rang exactly at 2 o clock, signaling the start of my Process Control exam. The examiner started giving out the question paper. I had hardly prepared for the exam, with it being the last, I had already gotten into a holiday mood when I had written my previous exam. This being the toughest paper in the semester and having the highest number of credits, all my friends were breaking their head trying to memorize all the formulae and work out all the problems given in the reference books.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/super-moped/Sun, 18 May 2008 09:28:50 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/super-moped/We reached the usual place where we regularly had lemon juice at around eight o clock. It was another hard day at the tuition center. There was a surprise test in chemistry, and we couldn’t answer even one question. As usual, we ordered each of us a lemon juice and were seriously thinking about what we were going to do in the Board exams, even if they were half as tough.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/first-love/Sun, 18 May 2008 04:19:06 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/first-love/Love was something that never appealed to me. Since the time I entered college, people all around me were falling in love. I thought it was all stupidity when people described love as divine, everything in life. Every time when I heard of some guy who had committed suicide just because his love wouldn’t accept him, I felt as if I should go and slap him in heaven or hell, wherever he is.