My standup comedian

That’s him

Shawn’s jokes are mostly forgotten


They’re spontaneous

They’re original

They’re hilarious

But it’s that moment

And then they’re

Out of my memory


The other day

While studying


Name two solids

I said


Hindi book

Maths book


I didn’t mind

Because I knew

He knew

The right answer


We moved on

To liquids





I didn’t ask

About the gases



His favourite subject

It’s easy to be funny


What does a pigeon

Give birth to

I ask

Young ones

I want to hear


He smiles

Eggs he says


There’s a picture

Of a caterpillar

And leaves

In a container

With a mesh


There’s no water


The question is

What will happen

After a few days


His answer


The leaves

They’ll die

Because they’ll be

Eaten up


Then there’s English


What is the plural

Of sky

I ask

The answer



That’s wrong

It’s skies


No he says

It’s sky

There’s only one sky



In his world


Social studies


Two sets

Of pots in the picture

The left are big ones

The right small


The picture is

In his class test


Borrowed from

His textbook


The answer


The pots

They are different

For storing

Different things


His answer


The pots


He made some


And some small


Why did you

Write this

Ask I


Never mind

The marks


His Mind

Works Differently



He says


If you

Were a potter

Wouldn’t you

Be bored

Of making

The same pot

Over and over



I guess we too

Are meant

To be different

We are meant

Not to be the same


Why would our potter

Make all children

The same

Over and over



Some think

He’s rude


Not knowing how

How to speak

To elders


I do try

To tell him


But I know

In his own way

He’s trying

To be funny


To his mind

All are equal


His sisters

His parents

His grandparents

His classmates

His teachers

His friends

His cousins

The beggar


Be it

The laundryman

Or the

Garbage collector

They ring the bell


They ask for him

He speaks to them

He makes them laugh

If not any thing

With his piggy snort


His anger

His outbursts


He cries

To get his way

Or for sympathy

When he’s hurt



He’s getting there


A joker

He wants to be

A fine one

He will make

I think


His jokes

Are all forgotten


But now

I will preserve them

I think

In this

Very blog


So he can laugh

At his own

His first ones

When he grows


If he still

Wants to be


A standup comedian


Well I was trying to get Shawn to finish his work faster. He was done with the question and daydreaming, so I yelled, ‘Shawn, ANSWER!’

He dutifully wrote in the column beside his question,”Shawn Ans” and waited for me to lose

Online classes

The teacher says Shawn is shy and well behaved

Shawn: Miss I got a B in discipline

Teacher doesn’t unmute me.

Hilarious but brutall