Sex and the City

Watched Sex and the City. I had this instinct that it’s going to be a sissy movie; with lots of crying and emotional stuff relating to women that can never get into the logic-fuel driven mind of a man (I have never watched the HBO series of Sex and the City). And lo, what did I bump into: humor and emotions laced in an intricate way that cannot be catalogued into different pigeon holes of MAN and WOMAN.

In it I discovered the quintessence of humor in life, and how it is the single most revitalizing factor that helps us to wade through any situation. In life, we do not relate this element with every emotion of ours…
In happiness—yes.
In a pensive mood—somewhat.
In sorrow—are you crazy!

A person who tries to make light of the situation is seen with a raised brow; it seems people relate sorrow and emotions so much with a sad contemplating face that the existence of a smile or maybe a moment of respite is beyond their concept. I still remember the time when I had drawn the ire after cracking a joke while visiting a friend who was diagnosed with cancer. While my friend laughed aloud, I could see the discomfort around. Why, come on, you people are feeding him the cancer, I felt like shouting out aloud.

My friend survived the disease, and people have forgotten my act. Otherwise I guess, the joke would have become a case study and I’d have had to live the rest of my life for being insensitive.