If Life Is A Story, Then The Universe Must Be An Anthology.

Today I realised that we all have our own stories. And when we’re too caught up in writing our own, we miss out on each other’s.

I’m sure that we have all come across those inspirational posts telling us that our lives are our stories. It could be posted by your parent, sibling, best friend, that random guy you met on Facebook, that embarrassing distant relative we all avoid at reunions (come on, you know it’s true 😀 ), or the creepy neighbour living next door whom you’re quite certain is stalking you.

You know, these kind of posts:

The ones that are blunt and tell you the facts straight up.

The ones that sugarcoat to motivate.

The ones that are painfully obvious.

And of course, the ‘artsy’, ‘I so believe in this’, ‘It looks pretty so it’s true’ ones.

Yeah. Those kind of posts.

I normally don’t have much against them. Sometimes I even agree with them. Yet, there is something about them that I simply cannot understand. In every single one of these posts, we don’t talk about any other story but our own. It is always about ‘you’ and ‘your’ story.

But I’m not the only one writing my story.

We’re all lost in our own world, waiting to be found. We all have stories behind the words we exchange and the smiles we gift. We have all had a life before we meet a new person, and he or she has had a life before they met you.Yet we think only of how far we have come, and how far we have to go. We wonder of what we could’ve done, and what we still can do. We regret decisions we have made, and fear the ones we will.

When we finally do take a peek at another life, we start reading their stories only from the chapter we entered their lives in. It is rare that we skip to the beginning but common to skip to the end. You know why? Because these chapters are a part of our stories too – and we’re immersed in writing our own. We need only what we want. We’re interested in how they affect our lives, but I’m prepared to bet that we take little time to think about how we might have affected theirs.

There is so much to every person we will ever meet because their story is what makes them, them. If we’re too focused on our own story, we lose track of them. We’ve got to see that when we look at someone, we’re only seeing the part of them we interact with now. Not the part of them that we would’ve interacted with a few mistakes ago, or perhaps a few losses ago, maybe even a few happier years ago.

Know that on this journey, you will read more stories that your mind can comprehend, but that’s okay. Learn that everyone has a story worth remembering. Understand that you’re not the only one.

The best writers always find the time to read other stories.

What are we, as writers, if we do not read? Who are we, as masters of our lives, if not amateurs to others’? Where are we, as people, if not in each other’s stories?

Yes, life is a story, and inspirational posts have reiterated that.

But if life is a story, then the universe must be an anthology – a collection of all our stories, intertwined together. You can’t understand it when you’re missing a piece. And when you’re too caught up in writing your own story, you miss out on another’s.

You miss out on that piece.

Catch you later!

Niru 🙂

“You’re An Oxymoron.” : Puns, Laughter, and Humour.

I’ve already mentioned my love for puns before, haven’t I?

Just in case you missed it, here’s my motto:

Hey, look, someone made a GIF of my motto.

Now that that’s out of the way, let me share with you my plan for conquering the world! ….Wait, no, sorry, that’s not right – I’m reading the wrong flashcard. Hold on while I search for the right one.

Here we are. Ladies and gentlemen, let me share with you…oh, you know what? Thought I’d try something new, but this whole flashcard thing isn’t working. Let’s just wing it.

(Dramatically throws papers into the air.)

Wikipedia defines a pun as: The pun, also called paronomasia, is a form of word play that suggests two or more meanings, by exploiting multiple meanings of words, or of similar-sounding words, for an intended humorous or rhetorical effect.

I define a pun as: A pun-ishment that packs a pun-ch for those who take the pun out of everything.

It’s expected that puns are a big part of my vocabulary, more so my conversations. Sometimes they go unnoticed, but other times – put it this way, the people who heard them wouldn’t speak to me for days. With this tidbit in mind, it was quite a surprise for me a few weeks ago; I found myself in a pun battle with a literary twist, my opponent being a friend who loves a good play on words as much as I do.


Me: I’m insane.

Friend: No, you’re an oxy-moron.

Me: You better put a full-stop to that.

Friend: Too late. I was never one for pun-ctuatility.

Me: Continue and you’ll be in a com(m)a.

Friend:  I’ve got more, but maybe I should refrain from them.

Me: Do that once more, and it’ll be a strike-through.

Friend: You’d better make a dash for it then.

Me: Nah, that will create too much of a bracket.

Friend: Well, if this isn’t an anti-climax. Now what’s there to simile about?

Me: Hyperbolically, you should know this. A pun is it’s own reword.

Both: (erupts into peals of laughter)


If you’re still reading this, congratulations! You made it through!

I was ecstatic that someone had challenged me to a duel of puns, because not only is it a battle of words, it is a war of wits. There we were, two minds working overtime, coming up with comebacks at an alarming rate. I was surprised at myself, because normally I can’t conjure up a good retort to save my life.

My brain.

Yet, there was something about that battle that kept me thinking about it. I could feel the adrenaline rush in the heat of the moment, when I could shoot comebacks at someone who would shoot them right back at me. There was something masked under the tension of the puns we threw, and the echoes of laughter that escaped us. That something had an energy you don’t get very often. It was a fun lighthearted conversation, not to mention really friendly, but it was a war all the same. I never thought I would put these words together, but it was a war of humour. Humour that gives my life a little more colour and a lot more music. Honestly, I think this war – one of humour – is the only war this world needs.

There is a difference between living and existing. Both are the same, and yet mean so different. What sets the former apart is that extra zap of energy, which mere existence lacks.

For me, it comes in all sorts, but the largest portion of the pie chart indicates humour. What they say really is true, laughter is the best medicine. There’s just something about having a good laugh that refreshes you and gives you a new take on your life at that instant. We all find different things funny, and that is what makes humour all the more interesting. I prefer dry humour, sarcasm, and of course, puns! XD

Although it may seem ironic, perhaps a little laughter is what we all need when seriousness overtakes humour on the highway of life.

Find out what makes you laugh, giggle, chuckle, and guffaw. Find out your style of humour. Find the things that will get you to smile when you cry. Above all, find the time for laughter.

Because they are the little things you will smile back upon; they are the big things you will laugh about.

Catch you later!

Niru 🙂

P.S. Yes, I have been MIA for a week or so, but that is only because I was on an unexpected trip that left me with erratic access to the Internet. The timing of the trip didn’t let me schedule any posts either. :/ The New Year’s resolution is very much still on! Stay happy, read, comment and enjoy!