the clog

The beauty of comedy...

Today is the day I have reconfirmed myself as a member of the lower level thinking humans. I have always prided myself as someone who enjoys higher forms of humour. Yes, I enjoy a Farrely Brother's movie as much as the next fella, but I always felt a little dirty and ashamed after laughing at something like that. Of course, I draw the line at Senario (the malay comedy show....you can just feel your braincells wither watching something like that). Anyway, the point is, I like INTELLIGENT comedy. Or so I thought.

After a class of strenuous mental gymnastics (read: The History of Modern Arts and Culture), I left feeling a bit drained. Reading Aimé Cesaire's "Discourse on Colonialism" and "The History of Map Making" were largely the cause, but it was also just the nature of the class: you hafta be philosophic. I haven't a philosophic bone in my body! Well, okay, OCCASIONALLY I wonder whether the chicken on my plate can appreciate whether or not he is serving a higher cause (feeding me), but beyond that...zilch. So having to put yourself into a mindset that accepts philosophy and mind bending questions is hard. At best.

Anyway, like I was saying, I was feeling drained. My friend Fizar was feeling the strain of the class even more than I (which was evident from the drool dripping freely from his chin). Since classes were over for the day we thought that we should grab a late lunch to ease our minds somewhat. But it was raining.

Never has a comedic moment been more carefully crafted: A braindead student, heavy rain and endless opportunities. Fizar was walking ahead of me and there was an almost surreal when he slipped on the drain grating...and kept on falling. Right into the open drain. Time almost seemed to slow down for a moment. At first no one laughed. But then I heard this almost insane laughter in the background. Who would be so insensitive? To my surprise, I found that it was me. I was laughing like a madman. It was perfect! But it was slapstick comedy. My mind could not reconcile with the duality of it all, but all the while I was still laughing. I may have cracked a rib from all that laughing. Curse my simplistic mind!

Rumoku out!