Saturday, June 11, 2011

What is Love??


Once up on a Valentines Day...

Timmy: Daddy Daddy...

Dad: Yes Timmy !

Timmy: Daddy, I've got an assignment to write for school. Will you help me? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Dad: Oh ! Okay !! What's yr assignment on?

Timmy: Love !

Dad: Wow ! You have an assignment on it ? In my days, the teachers were against our er... assignments ;)

Timmy: No Dad, we are supposed to write something on the meaning of love...its Valentines day, na !

Dad: Love...hmm lemme see !

Timmy: wait..wait... Lemme write it down... :)

Dad: Love... Love is about Lies !

Timmy: Lies ???

Dad: You see, Timmy... All my life, i have said lies in love & i've found it to be the best gift you can give a person.

Timmy: How, Dad?

Dad: Well, the first time i met yr was for a Valentines day 7 yrs ago. She was not the hottest of chicks in college, if you know wt i mean...

Timmy: Hot chick ?

Dad: You get it in due time, son... ;)
Anyways... i saw this cute girl standing at a corner of the dance floor. I heard one of my friends say that she couldn't get any date for the party. 
So here i was, cursing my luck as my date's grandmom expired n that left me in the same predicament ?

Timmy: Pedica ??

Dad: Predicament...means..eh, problem !

Timmy: Oh...

Dad: So i went upto yr Mom n told her.."Hey, How come such a beautiful lady like you does not have all the guys crooning over you?"
Now, i knew very well that even i wouldn't have asked her to dance if i had a choice, but it was that one little lie that got us together !

Timmy: But Dad, aint it bad to lie ?

Dad: Son, sometimes you have to lie to make the ppl you love happy !
Every Valentines day after that, i used to tell yr mom that she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world.
Now yes, i think she's cute & pretty in a special kind of way, but you tell me...Do you think she has the legs of Sharon Stone and the figure of Alicia Silverstone ?

Timmy: Eh... I dont know any of these stones, dad !

Dad: Hmm.. ok...Lets just say that yr mom was just an ordinary Wilma from the Flintstones !

Timmy: I know Wilma ! I know Wilma !!

Dad: Hehe... & then again...
When yr mom was pregnant with you... she used to ask me every day how she looked ? Did she look fat ?
Now frankly, she had gained about 30-40 pounds... & was always in one of her moods..
But i'd tell her.."Nooooooooooooo Honey, you are glowing ! You look fabulous !!
Now if i told her she looked like a fat cow, it would have hurt her !

Timmy: Ya...

Dad: So you see son...Love is when you say those little lies to keep someone happy !
ok... i've gotta go now... All the best with yr assignment...

Timmy: Bye Dad !

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Timmy: Love means lying ??? Maybe i'll ask Mom
Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...

Timmy: Mom..Mom... i have an assignment for school...you will help me, na !

Mom: Timmy, you know i'v to go out with daddy in another 1/2 hr

Timmy: Pleaseeeeeeeee Mommy !

Mom: ok...Timmy. wts the topic ?

Timmy: Eh... Love !

Mom: Love...Love is about knowing the goodness of a person's heart, honey !

Timmy: Goodness of heart ? huh ?

Mom: Its like this...
When i was in college, yr Dad used to tell me i should be in hollywood. Now i knew he was just lying, but i also knew that he dint want me in hollywood, but rt next to him!
& when i was pregnant, i used to look so fat i looked like Santa Claus ! But yr Dad would say i was looked weak n would feed me everything he could find !
His lies were so dumb, i even thought i had married a stupid...but the truth is that this stupid cared enough to lie...just to make me happy !

Timmy: But... he was lying, rt ?

Mom: Well honey...he was just being a guy !
& i knew everytime that he was lying to me... but every single time, i also knew that he said those lies coz he loved me !


Timmy: Hmm...

Mom: Ok honey... i'v to go get ready now. byeeeee

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Assignment
Topic : Love
Author : Timmy
  

Love... When someone lies to you n you smile... coz you know the person cares enough for yr happyness to lie to you !!!  

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