Funthusia

Parent - Teacher meeting, to me, is nothing but a useless waste of time, in which two people take part in telling a child that time is precious and it should not be wasted.

Here’s a nice lil’ fictional account of what can happen between the parent, the child and the teacher.

Teacher:

Oh so this is Sameer’s Mother.

Mother:

Yes… So how’s Sameer in the class?

Teacher:

Honestly, not very good. He does nothing at all… And that will soon start reflecting in his marks.

Sameer (Whispering to himself):

I don’t f**king care about marks.

Teacher:

Yes! What did you say?

Sameer:

I said Max!! Smashing Max ice cream is not to be had in this cold season you see… You know my friend- Adani- he..

Teacher:

Okay Okay… So as I was saying, what do you intend to do about your marks?

(Phew!)

Mother:

Yeah Sameer, your marks have been really bad. This way others will go ahead and you’ll remain there only.

Sameer:

You know what mom, I have thought about it, I’ve thought about it long enough to decide that I will score marks in this exam.

(yes!! i will score low marks in this examination.)

Teacher:

Yes beta… Very Good. See you are very intelligent, if you do sincerely then you will definitely go ahead in life…

(If I do walk sincerely… I’ll definitely go ahead in life.)

Mother:

Besides studies, does he do anything else that’s unacceptable.

Teacher:

Yes, he cracks a lot of jokes… and passes comments… he shouldn’t do that.

Sameer:

WhaT The FucK?

Teahcer:

What? What did you say?

Sameer:

I said… What the… DUCK. What the duck said to the fish? It said that, “When I come around Mr. Fish, you have to duck for cover.”

Teacher:

Hmm.. I see something fishy there…

Mother:

Anyways, you’ll promise ma’am that you’d study from now on.

(Study Porn Magazines.. huh.)

Sameer:

Yes I will do that motherfucker.

Teacher:

What???

Sameer:

Mine worker… I’ll work hard like a mine worker.

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This is the interview of a boy, fortunate enough to have witnessed the ladies toilet. For your info., the boy runs a humor blog and ironically the interviewer runs the same humor blog. (Name rhyming with SaalaChutiya!)

Man 1:

So, how on earth did you reach the ladies toilet?

Man 2:

Ur… It was an accident. Actually, our eco lecture which usually takes place on the 3rd floor was held on the second floor that day. And since both the floors are somewhat identical and the pressure was huge, I managed to get in the ladies toilet.

Man 1:

Sounds interesting… What was it like?

Man 2:

Clean. Much cleaner than the boys toilet. I was taken aback by the non-availability of the lavatories where we can stand and do our thing. But, that didn’t deter me from getting excited and thinking about telling everyone that our very own toilet has changed.

Man 1:

Hmm… I see you didn’t realize it was the ladies toilet as soon as you reached there. Were you not suspicious of the missing lavatories?

Man 2:

A good question. Actually, last year the lavatories were tampered by a few students. So, I thought maybe they renovated the whole thing after the vacation to avoid further pilferage.

Man 1:

Hahaha.. Now what’s the difference between a ladies and a gents toilet?

Man 2:

Nothing much, just the lavatories are missing, and the washbasin is on the other side. The cabinets for latrine and all are a lot more cleaner. And yeah, not to forget there’s a mirror too..

Man 1:

WoW!

Man 2:

Also, I wonder why there’s only 3 urinating places in comparison to the 6 we have in the boys toilet… there must be stampede’s during lunch breaks.

Man 1:

Haha!! Did anyone catch you?

Man 2:

Yeah!! Just when I was about to leave, I saw a teacher there, her face was at first shellshocked and then I guess she was also trying to suppress a laugh.

Man 1:

Did she say anything? And what did you do?

Man 2:

She said, “What are you trying to do here.” I said something which sounded like, “Toy-late.” She said, “This is ladies toilet.” i got excited and said “Sorry Ma’am… It was some kind of a mistake.” After that, I quickly slipped away from the toilet.

Man 1:

Phew!! Whaatay Experience.

Man 2:

It’s one of the places you shouldn’t miss visiting. Atleast, once in your life.

Inspired By a 100% true story.

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Farting is traditionally looked down upon. It is a matter of shame for the person who has extracted the gas. I, Sameer Jha, a rational and a really philosophical thinker wishes to change it using this article.

Now, there is a lot of misinformation about farting that’s being circulated amongst the humans. Firstly, farting is good for your health. It kills the germs of your nose which would not have been killed otherwise. A major percentage of the stench that is evacuated from the farter’s rear is because the germs are getting killed. And their death is pivotal, not only pivotal but also imperative for the well being of your nose.

Farting’s cool. Not in the literal sense. In the literal sense, its hot. But morally and ethically, its cool. So, its time for you to not be a fool and NOT look down upon farting.

Issued in Public Interest by Funthusia.com.

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I got nothing to write,
for this blog today, Churning out interesting posts,
is no child’s play.

But hey,
I am not a child,
but still rey…
I am really blank today.

But then I thought,
70% of the writers write about
“I have nothing to write about… so am writing about
that peculiar feeling…”

But That doesn’t hold true for me
Coz one…
Am not a writer,
Two…
I am frustrated and the feeling is not peculiar…

So what Am I doing..?
Writing about… “I got nothing to
write on…
but I hate writing on that topic…
So am just whiling away my time…”

But did i not just tell that I am not a writer…
Hehe… I am typer.

Phew…
If this poem…uh… piece of philosophical shit
made any sense to you…
then please let me know…
Coz you are the reincarnation of…
“Aristotle The Great..”
Or was that Socrates…??

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