Knicq

Confusion reigns supreme.
knicq posted in Knicqisms on January 5th, 2007

I am quite the clown. Or the comedian. I stake this claim despite the earlier post where I was wondering if I were humorous-funny anymore, or if I had turned into funny-funny already. A little more introspection, and examining of available data has led me to a new finding, which is that it is possible to be humorous-funny and funny-funny at the same time. One could argue that I could arrive at newer findings stating that the heart is in fact a knee-cap, more often the right knee-cap than not, and it is actually the air passing through a vacuum in our chests that makes that beating noise often attributed to the untiring laboring of the heart, and it would amount to little - my arriving at the newer finding that is. One can continue to argue, and I could not be bothered less. One is a fool. One ought to know that arguing is a negative trait and often an impediment to new learnings. Who is this one anyway, one wonders. And who is this second one? Oh well…

The thing is our world is cliched. The clowns and the comedians have almost always revealed a tragic side of theirs to the world. Pick up any clown’s interview or an article on one; and somewhere in there, he will gravely tell you how, deep inside, he is a very sad and sensitive person, hurt easily and often, and how making people laugh is the most difficult thing in the world, and how he does so despite his own weeping heart everyday. I am not alleging that the clowns and comedians of our world subject us to this cliche for the sheer honor of saluting this cliche, I do not think they reveal the sad side to their funny because it is what they think a comedian is expected to do. I know comedians are intelligent people. I know there is a difference between people in the comedy business and those walking the beauty pageant ramps.

Some not so funny comedians quite possibly do toe the line, but mostly they are honest people lettting the world know that laughing, as spontaneous as it might look, is a concious act at some level in the maze that is our brain; that the world cannot wait for all to be hunky dory before it begins to laugh, because it never will be hunky dory in totality until it is called heaven, and hence they laugh despite the sadness that plagues them, and so must we. But I still think this routine has become quite the cliche, and I also think that the comedians also need to understand that joy and sorrow are a part and parcel of life, of pretty much everybody’s life. Where am I headed with it all?

Here.