Trial by Comedy

 Hi, never knew virtual audience also could mess with my composure!

Nevertheless , welcome👋

I hope you are expecting laughs, and I hope you atleast keep up a pretence of laughter (for my sake, haha)

This is going to be about me, my authorial journey, so if you think its narcissistic to talk about myself, I'll tell you I don't care! If some people treat me like a joke, then I'm sure as hell going to make them atleast laugh about it. Because, you know, I love lemonades, whether mom makes it or life throws it🤷‍♀.

I recently became a small- time author, and it surprises quite a few people (who know me, that is) when I tell them I write. I mean, yes, i'm pretty closed off, but my god! do people really think i'm smoke until they talk to me?! I mean, I should be offended, but, I'm not self centred AND hypocrite, so i'm not😅.

Talking about my writing is very ironic, to say the least. I'm very particular about who sees that stuff, but I have it on my insta bio, i mean, who doesn't like some validation🤷‍♀. But i've been pretty straight with online readers and they've been pretty decent too. Nobody tells me if they read it or if they like it. I am choosing to not go into the possibility that they Might not like it, because hei, i am looking at only the bright yellow lemons life gives me (coz only those taste good as lemonades, duh!)

Validation is a funny thing in my life. My closest allies both give it and make me feel like shit.

The close quarters from where i get it, is obviously my parents, my friends and my best friend. I write something and send it to them, and they hype me up for entire 2-5 hours and I go to bed feeling like I have the Booker prize in the display cabinet in our house - Thank you. 

And wake up the next day knowing there's only the prizes of being a literal 'booker'- mugging away through 10th and 12th in those shelves. The thanks to this feeling, goes, obviously, to my Uterus, which is the even closer quarters that makes me feel like shit, for really shitty reasons. 

While I lucked out on the painful periods part, my uterus is overcompensating for Not messing with my body by Toh-tal-Ly messing with my head. The day I start craving for pink is when I start checking my underwear for red, because my uterus cannot take the hint - no babies for a long time, dear uterus. Motherpromise. (Oh no! Thats not done! Sorry amma!:/) God promise uterus, Godddd Promise.

I understand the struggle of making a space ready for something or someone, and then it Not happening - You have every right to feel very resentful towards me, but please! Listen! And take the hint! And spare the monthly wreckage .

I know what you are thinking. Most women who joke will joke about periods and pads and bras only, nothing substantial, ugh

I used to think it was true too, till the feminism bug bit me. Then, I thought - we have a generalisation and analysis for what women in comedy talk about, but where is the same thing for Men?! I mean, when we talk about Equality, we should look at all spheres, right? Why selective feminism, like that's SO fay-K-ugh. So I decided i'll straighten things out. I watched men in comedy and what they talked about - politics, relationships, etc etc. That is, the unfairness in these.

Like a true economics student, i drew inferences. The most common theme in most comics' material was Prejudice. There was no man - woman difference. Men talk about the prejudices they faced and Women talk the prejudices They faced and we are, by default, prejudiced against any other gender, so it kind of dilutes their space.

As a generation, we have started making jokes out of the prejudices against us, and are waiting for someone to make a joke of Our prejudices, basically squeezing out all sour lemons and adding enough sugar, so you will consume it without question.

Who's the joke on now, huh? 🕶💃