HUMOUR IS SERIOUS BUSINESS: Wisdom from Children through the Medium of Jokes

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[to be continued in the Next Post. Excerpted from 'Unleashing Genius with the World's Most Powerful Learning Systems', by Dilip Mukerjea.]

HUMOUR IS SERIOUS BUSINESS: Wisdom from Children through the Medium of Jokes

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[to be continued in the Next Post. Excerpted from 'Unleashing Genius with the World's Most Powerful Learning Systems', by Dilip Mukerjea.]

HUMOUR IS SERIOUS BUSINESS: Wisdom from Children through the Medium of Jokes

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[to be continued in the Next Post. Excerpted from 'Unleashing Genius with the World's Most Powerful Learning Systems', by Dilip Mukerjea.]

HUMOUR IS SERIOUS BUSINESS

I always reckon - likewise, Dilip Mukerjea shares my sentiment - that clever jokes often present unexpected solutions & juxtapose ideas or concepts that normally would not go together.

The best jokes are like good thinking ~ often end up with an unexpected punchline.

So, sit back & reeeeee...lax! Medicine may not be a good joke, but good jokes are certainly welcome medicine!

Enjoy what follows!





[To be continued in the Next Post. Excerpted from 'Unleashing Genius with the World's Most Powerful Learning Systems', by Dilip Mukerjea.]

A PICTURE SPEAKS A THOUSAND WORDS: Humour is Serious Business

[All the images in this post are the intellectual property of Dilip Mukerjea.]

CAUTION: FUNNY SIGN AHEAD!

I have spotted this humourous but apt sign on an open-top tourist bus.

I always admire the ingenuity of advertising copywriters for their crisp word-crafting to sell an idea.

HUMOUR IS SERIOUS BUSINESS

In a very respectable hotel the old bloke in charge of the cloakroom had been in the job for years and never bothered to give a ticket when coats were handed over to him.

A reporter got interested in him and asked the manager how the old geezer kept track of so many coats without dockets.

“Oh, don’t worry about old Ted. He’s been doing the job for years. Never had a complaint,” said the manager.

The reporter decided to put him to the test on the next busy Saturday night. When leaving he asked for his coat and when he received it he said, “How do you know if this is my coat?”

“I don’t,” replied Ted.

“Then why did you give it to me?” said the reporter with a hint of triumph.

“Because that’s the coat you gave to me, sir,” said Ted.


The lovers were entwined in a passionate embrace on the loungeroom floor when suddenly a car was heard coming up the driveway.

“Quick!” the woman shrieked.

“That will be my husband. He’s a policeman and he’s twice as big as you.”

Her companion hopped about frantically and said, “Where’s the back door?”

“We haven’t got one,” she replied.

“Well, tell me quickly,” he said, “where would you like one?”

[Excerpted from the 'Igniting Innovation' edition of The Braindancer Series of bookazines by Dilip Mukerjea. All the images in this post are the intellectual property of Dilip Mukerjea.]

HUMOURWORKS

A visitor to a certain college paused to admire the new Hemingway Hall that had been built on campus.

"It's a pleasure to see a building named for Ernest Hemingway," he said.

"Actually," said the guide, "it's named for Joshua Hemingway. No relation."

The visitor was astonished. "Joshua Hemingway a writer, also?"

"Yes, indeed," said his guide. "He wrote a cheque."


A linguistics professor was lecturing to his English class one day. "In English," he said, "a double negative forms a positive. in some languages, though, such as Russian, a double negative is still a negative. However, there is no language wherein a double positive can form a a negative."

A voice from the back of the room piped up, "Yeah, right."


A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell. She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.

"Oh, my," said the writer. "Let me see heaven now."

A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too, were whipped with thorny lashes.

"Wait a minute," said the writer. "This is just as bad as hell!"

"Oh no, it's not," replied an unseen voice. "Here, your work gets published."

[Excerpted from 'Taleblazers: Imagination to Imprint', by Dilip Mukerjea. All the images in this post are the intellectual property of Dilip Mukerjea.]