Marriage Blues

Marriage Blues

Marriage is give and take. You’d better give it to her or she’ll take it anyway. Joey Adams

1.They lived happily until they got married

2.I asked my wife what she wanted for Christmas.She said to me “nothing would make her happier than a diamond necklace “So I bought her nothing.

3.Marriage is like a public toilet.Those waiting outside are desperate to get in.Those inside are desperate to get out. Stephanie Robinson

4.A good wife always forgives her husband when she’s wrong. Milton Berle

5.Women marry because they believe that he will change one day. Men marry because they believe she’ll never change. Both are mistaken.

6.The best way to remember your wife’s birthday is to forget it once.

7.You should argue with your wife only when she’s not around.

8.A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.

9.Love is blind, only marriage opens your eyes.

10.There are 2 times when a man doesn’t understand a woman – before marriage and after marriage.

11.A little boy asked his father, “Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?” Father replied, “I don’t know son, I’m still paying.”

12.The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.
Henny Youngman

13.Marriage is the main reason for divorce.

Ok my friends,the point I would like to ask is, why most of  these humor are one sided ?

Thank you

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May 31 st World ‘No-Tobacco Day’

No tobacco day

Every year, on May 31, WHO and partners around the world celebrate World No-Tobacco Day, dedicated to highlight the health risks associated with the consumption of tobacco and promote effective policies to reduce consumption.

The tobacco epidemic is one of the biggest public health threats the world has ever faced, killing more than 7 million people a year. More than 6 million of those deaths are the result of direct tobacco use while around 890 000 are the result of non-smokers being exposed to second-hand smoke.

Source-WHO

No tobacco day

As you notice,all the three person are enjoying smoking,and on the left side one can see the notice stuck ( local language ), ironically telling that the area is prohibited from smoking and offenders will be punished !!

Time for some humor

“I know that every cigarette I smoke takes five minutes off my life, but it takes ten minutes to smoke it… that’s a five-minute net gain!”    Ed Byrne

“Giving up smoking is the easiest thing in the world.I know because I’ve done it thousands of times”      Mark Twain

“Whenever I think of quit smoking…..I need a cigarette to
think …..!!!”   quote-flickr,com
Thank you
Image Source-Dr.Sridhar,pixabay

Struggle

Life is all about struggle.

You never live without struggle.

Life begins with a struggle.

Life ends with a struggle.

Struggle is the part of our life.

A mother struggles to give birth to her child.

Every living creature struggles for survival.

Struggle is the rule of life.

If you struggle to get something today,

Tomorrow or in your near future, you’ll receive your grand rewards.

Don’t scare to struggle.

Enjoy your struggle and hug it like your true pal.

Your grand success and victory is always waiting for you.

Source: POSITIVE THOUGHTS OF SELF-MOTIVATION! Only you can motivate yourself… Only you can bring positive changes in your life…. Birister Sharma

To Buy this Book- POSITIVE THOUGHTS OF SELF-MOTIVATION!

Thank you for reading. Let us make a beautiful world together. God bless!

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Kuch Khwaish adhuri si…by #VirtualSiyahi

Dil kehta hai thoda thehar ja

Ek do kadam ka chalna bhi jo ab fasla sa lagta hai

Roshan hokar bhi sab na jane kyu dhua dhua sa lagta hai…

Ranjisho aur shikvo ke kisse to naye purane bikhre zamane ho gaye

milne milane ke kisse bhi ab sadiyo purane ho gaye

ab to mulaqat hoti bhi hai to bas us lamhe mein…..

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Why people actually like your blogs (definitely clickbait)

Everyone in the world likes some motivation and encouragement. And as for ‘e-writing’, likes are crucial for getting you going.

You know young blood, blogging and, writing in general is pretty hard. Really. And for an extremely lazy oaf like me, it’s like the world is constantly elbowing you with all it’s might. For the last 3 weeks I was overwhelmed with all the likes and comments that my blog got in ‘Success Inspirers’ World’ (they’ve changed their site design and its pretty slick).

So after this ‘incident’ (you gotta keep it casual, stop crying goddammit), I was really out of ideas for writing a good blog. AGAIN. I know that I say that all the time, but now I really do mean it. I started to write like 3 poems, but I couldn’t finish them. This is the stage of something that I like to call ‘Boy was I wrong about starting this.’

But with a brave heart and few youtube videos, I pulled myself together to write something. And the end result was, as you guessed, me searching books that I would wanna read. Still no progress. So, I started to ask the people I knew, about ideas to write about. Still no convincing idea. So, I asked my friend Arvind, (he is a goddang genius) and he listed some ideas that he liked. I wasn’t sure about it though. So, I didn’t write a blog about the ideas that he listed. But half an hour before, I was ranting about how I was feeling about not having an idea to write about. Then suddenly, he said, ‘Why can’t you write about this- this feeling?’ And you should have seen my face then, it was just like a kid who opened a present.

BUT, it could just have been put up in 2 words: Goddang painful. So, I was thinking of some other idea that could have this ‘feeling’ in it. And I started to read my older blogs. Then I quickly saw the likes I got from the poem ‘The power of music’. Then I got it.

I wanted to just give some ‘advice’. You might be wondering , ’Why do people like only like 1 of my blog and not notice the others?’ and why likes are just illusions that trick you into writing blogs just for them. The answer lies below.

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They don’t give a crap about your content, they just do it for followers. UwU.

How to find your way to eternal euphoria.

I really wanted to write an inspirational blog for Success Inspirers’ World, but I just couldn’t think of an idea. When I asked my sister, she replied with a ‘Read their blogs and try to think of ideas, da’.

Not convincing.

And after some time, she asked if I wanted a Ferrero Rocher. That bougie, high-class chocolate that everyone wants to lay their hands on. And naturally, I said ‘Yes, please’.  It was frozen pretty bad so she said to eat it after a couple of minutes. And I have 6 cavities. Yes, 6. Feeling pretty rad, I am like, ‘Bruh, Who cares?’ After I finish it, I think of a brilliant idea! I think, ‘Why can’t I write this experience of mine into an ‘INSPIRATIONAL’ blog, eh?’ So this is how I found the emotions and things you will face to experience eternal euphoria.

Outer Crust- Biting through the outer crust was pretty hard. And with having 6 cavities and it being super frozen, it was that top-top, that north-north, kinda hard. This shows the type of hard work and effort I have to put to experience all the riches of life and nature. It might be super hard, but hang on there bud. It will all be good. If you chicken out or are too afraid to even try, man up bruh.

Inner crust- It is easy to bite, but not too easy. It is sweet in taste, but not too sweet. It hypes me up for the next layer which is eternal euphoria in this sense so that I put in even more effort to get there. No amount of effort is enough effort. I learn from your previous mistakes. I slowly start to get the reward for my hard work.

Chocolatey inner layer- This is the part where I start to feel the reward for my hard work and diligent efforts I put in. I get what I wanted in life. I realize that I am old and should get some rest. And then,

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ETERNAL SUFFERING! All of my teeth start to get cavities, in this sense, my body. I can’t do anything. I start to feel devastated and melancholic at the same time reminisce all the things and die in a state of solitude.

And I wake up from my dream, my face damp with tears and go back to binge watch my favourite anime.

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You just got click-baited, idiot.

Ayub’s Recipe (A Very Short Story)

It’s bound to be utterly delicious “, he said, “cooks are from Qatar, no joke.”

I was waiting for my turn sitting in a corner with my head buried in the newspaper when this remark made me look up; he was cutting hairs of an elderly half-bald man while talking to another old guy sitting at the other end of the pew, almost on the edge, with his head tilted to the left like he was really enjoying either the talk or the wait, not that he had that much time on his plate at this age but he wouldn’t have any choice, I thought.

Ayub is talkative and it works out well for his profession as a barber. You could spend hours listening to his narratives and not get bored.

“Only thing is, that I am not invited”, he continues, “and he is”, he adds further pointing to the soda stall next to his shop.
“This is funny because I was the one who introduced them, and now they seem to be going at it without me”, he said with a scoff followed by a grin, and then a self-assuring smile which remained plastered to his face for few more minutes until he started to speak again, “Have you ever had such a relishing dish?”, asked he to the other old man sitting at the corner of the bench.

Man shook his head.

At this point Ayub picks up a different pair of scissors and steps out for a few seconds, looks here and there on the road and then stares at the hardware store across the road from his shop.

They are going too”, he said as he started trimming moustaches of the man in the chair, “You should know the recipe is pretty special and intriguing, let me tell you.”

He goes on without waiting for any response, “First chicken will be washed in detergent powder for an hour..”, I tilted my head, “..then it will be dried out and immersed in boiling kerosene.”

I was trying to find any hint of jest on his face but it looked sincere as he continued telling about the recipe.
“Once fried in kerosene, four bags of chewing-tobacco will be poured into it and then it will be mixed and mashed into keema.”
And he remarked, “Who would not want to be invited to a party where one will be served with such delicious chicken-keema!”

I continued staring at his face in awe and amusement. If he was laughing in the inside, he certainly was doing a great job hiding the expressions from showing up on his face and in his sad but twinkling eyes.

“That is what takes him through the day.. he keeps amusing himself and everyone around him”, I thought to myself.

I was interrupted by a nonchalant voice, “You’re next! Please come”, it was Ayub, smiling at me as I rose and went to sit in the chair.