f you saw me while
growing up, funny would
be the last adjective to
cross your mind. I was
simplya non-noisy student with average
gradesinthe score slab of 70, who went
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unnoticed. I was neither here nor there.
I went on to study psychology to be
a counsellor, but I found myself drifting
towards the world of comedy.
I first started frequenting open mics
during my college years. I studied how
comedians would come on the stage and
dress their experiences and everyday
problems in humour. It was during
those moments that I felt drawn to the
mic; I wanted to be my funny best on
stage, too! Soon after, I signed up for
an open mic, wrote a short script, and
hopped on stage. All but one joke sat
well with the audience. You could call it
the cornerstone of my comedy empire;
the response it garnered kept me going.
Although I don’t consider myself
particularly funny, I fuel my sarcasm to
a point that it has a rather mean bite.
While at home, I’d always get a lot of
laughs at the expense of my siblings and
cousins, I can’t take all the credit. Some
families sing, some dance, mine
make jokes. Humour is genetic—