Negative Humor

Negative humor may include sarcasm, put-downs and hurtful remarks. Any humor involving sarcasm that make fun of others is in poor taste. Any injury is forgiven more easily that an insult.


"When someone blushes with embarrassment, when someone carries away an ache, when something sacred is made to appear common, when someone's weakness provides the laughter, when profanity is required to make it funny, when a child is brought to tears or when everyone can't join in the laughter, it's a poor joke."
- Cliff Thomas


To a sadist everything is funny, so long as it is happening to someone else. it is not an uncommon sight to see boys throwing stones at frogs just to have fun.The boy's fun means death to the frogs. It is not fun for the frogs.

Humor can be valuable or dangerous, dependable on whether you are laughing with someone or at someone.When humor involves making fun of or ridiculing others, it is not in good taste not is it innocent.Hurting other's feeling can be cruel.Some people get their fun by putting others down. Sarcasm alienated people. It is a good idea to avoid sarcastic humor and keep it 'low-risk'.

country roads take me home .....

its been 15 years now..since i am living in delhi....more than 3/4th of my life..delhi a great city..has given me alot..it has contributed in my overall development both mentally and spiritually...and i am truly indebted to this city...
i had my education here only...[still going on...sob-sob<<<] my friends[whom i truly love...]...i love delhi like nothing else...i feel so much at home here...so secured and free..i love its places ..i love metro ....i love india gate ...delhi's road ...malls....and my favorite is delhi's ridge..i am so much a delhiite...and i am proud of that...
i am originally from bihar...where i was born...where my roots are...but leading a super fast life of metro city i often forget this....believing myself a city bird...and this hectic schedule...[oh there is nothing like hectic actually...but i love using such words...giving a air of importance you know]...leaves me with no time to visit there...its been nearly 2 years since i had been there last...
i still have a vivid memory of my childhood...i have spend my first 4 years in maheshpur[a small village...with my maternal granny...]..
and i remember what a brat i was ....[and you can still see its reflection in mee]...i was the most notorious among all ...unfearful..spoilt ...but then i was just mee with no inhibitions or any mask of sophistication....
whenever i go there [even for a week] it seems as if i am HOME again..but during the initial hours people come to meet us with curious eyes [as if we are some aliens from another planet...by-the-way i enjoy that celebrity kinds attention] ...but soon they realize that we are so much like them..and they even tell us that you people are still the same.i wont say that i am the same what i was but then i become the same what i was in that ambiance [that comes so naturally ]..it is so great to meet all my childhood friends with whom i used to play games...most of them are married today..soon i become a part of them and Delhi sounds an alien place even to me because heart of heart i still belong to them ...even today while leaving i always have tears in my eyes...and an unexplainable fear in my mind....maybe a fear of being lost in this madly crowded city again....
My dressing and speaking style may reflect my urbanness...but heart of heart i am still that village girl...because i can relate myself better to them and then i realize i am not a delhiite....

That 1/4th is still dominent over this 3/4th