:: LAUGHTER ::

Only An Alive Man Can Laugh And Weep
 
“Watch a small child; watch his laughter -- so profound, comes from the very center. When a child is born, the first social activity that the child learns -- or maybe it is not right to say 'learns', because he brings it with himself -- is smiling. The first social activity. By smiling he becomes part of society. It seems very natural, spontaneous. Other things will come later on -- that is his first spark of being in the world, when he smiles. When a mother sees her child smiling, she becomes tremendously happy -- because that smile shows health, that smile shows intelligence, that smile shows that the child is not stupid, not retarded. That smile shows that the child is going to live, love, be happy. The mother is simply thrilled.
Smiling is the first social activity, and should remain the basic social activity. One should go on laughing the whole of one's life. If you can laugh in all sorts of situations, you will become so capable of encountering them -- and that encounter will bring maturity to you. I am not saying don't weep. In fact, if you cannot laugh, you cannot weep. They go together; they are part of one phenomenon: of being true and authentic.
There are millions of people whose tears have dried; their eyes have lost luster, depth; their eyes have lost water -- because they cannot weep, they cannot cry; tears cannot flow naturally. If laughter is crippled, tears are also crippled. Only a person who laughs well can weep well. And if you can weep and laugh well, you are alive. The dead man cannot laugh and cannot weep. The dead man can be serious. Watch: go and look at a corpse -- the dead man can be serious in a more skillful way than you can be. Only an alive man can laugh and weep and cry.
These are moods of your inner being, these are climates -- enriching. But, by and by, everybody forgets. That which was natural in the beginning becomes unnatural. You need somebody to poke you into laughter, tickle you into laughter -- only then do you laugh. That's why so many jokes exist in the world.”

Laughter Time with Osho :

1. Man, am I scared!" confided Paddy to Seamus, looking furtively around the pub. "I just got a card from a guy saying that he would shoot me if I did not stay away from his wife."
"Well, stay away from his wife," advised Seamus, "and you have got no problem."
"How can I?" moaned Paddy, "he did not sign his name."

2. Swami Deva Coconut's mother, Mrs. Cherrypit, is gossiping to a friend outside the supermarket. "You should see my boy," says Mrs. Cherrypit. "He has taken up meditation."
"Really?" replies her friend. "That's a pity, but I guess it is better than sitting around and doing nothing."

3. "Whisky and whisky alone is responsible for your deplorable condition!" the judge admonished the drunken prisoner, who was a professor -- maybe a professor of psychology.
"Glad to hear you say that, judge," beamed the drunk. "My wife says it's all my fault!"

4. Once Mulla Nasruddin's child asked him -- I was present, and the child was working very strenuously, grumbling of course, on his homework, and then suddenly he looked at Nasruddin and said, 'Gee Dad, what is this education stuff? Of what use is all this education stuff anyway?'
Nasruddin said, 'Well, there is nothing like education. It makes you capable of worrying about everybody else in the world except you.'

5. A psychiatrist once asked his patient, Mulla Nasruddin, if the latter suffered from fantasies of self-importance.
'No,' replied the Mulla.'On the contrary, I think of myself as much less than I really am.'

6. Mulla Nasruddin had gone to see a play. A man was in such great love in the play, he was acting so romantically that Nasruddin said to his wife, "This man is a great actor."
The wife said, "And do you know? -- the woman he's acting with is really his wife in actual life."
Nasruddin said, "Then he is the greatest actor in the world!"

7. Mulla Nasruddin got so drunk that there was a fight with another drunkard, and he had wounds and scratches all over his face.
He came home in the middle of the night, looked into the mirror and thought, "Now, tomorrow morning is going to be difficult!" How is he going to hide these wounds and these scratches? His wife is bound to know and she will say, "You got drunk again and you have been fighting again!" How to hide it?
A great idea occurred to him. He searched in the medicine chest, found some ointment. He put it on his wounds and scratches, was very happy, pleased with himself that by morning things would not be so bad... and went to sleep.
Early in the morning when he was still in bed, his wife shouted from the bathroom, "Who has put ointment on the mirror?"