Laughathon

Have you ever taken part in a Laughathon? I am not talking about the desi comic show, which has taken India by a laughstorm, which has a Bihari and Sardar as the two hosts and which has a pretty petite damsel taking India by a heartstorm. I am talking about the last 24 hours of my life, which has been nothing but a laughjerker - includes painful spasms of the stomach, jaw and neck muscles. LOL. All this due to an old (pun intended) Montreal friend Ankur to whom I am dedicating this blog entry.

This guy is on a brief sojourn to India. Being the gracious (pun intended) host, I received him at the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus Airport in Mumbai on Wednesday night - the eve of the France Portugal tie (see thats why the pun was intended). However, I could only find time till last evening to meet him at my city's favourite spot - The Marine Drive. He was with his cousin Vijay, cousin's wife Amrita and a common friend's bro Ankit. The Laughathon timer started right then. The dude has such a great sense of humour, timing and wittiness, that we all ended up staying over at Vijay's place, rolled all over the floor and hardly caught a wink of sleep. The guffaws and cackles lasted an entire 24 hours. Unfortunately, a few of his friends (and my friends) in Canada could never understand his crude Mewari style and fortunately, he found the perfect audience in us. After getting a hold on our senses, we dropped him onto a bus - full of farting men and women - on his way home near Udaipur. Guess, he's already been afflicted with fart flu. Please laugh, that was a joke.

This was just a starter. The asli mazaa is likely to be witnessed soon at a friend's reunion meet in Goa.