How to Woo Your Bride

36| Mokka Jokes

"I make 50 cents for showing up 

and the other 50 cents is based on my performance." 

- Steve Jobs

Author's note: 

Mokka means stupid or blunt. 

Mokka jokes mean jokes that are so not funny that it's funny :P

Chapter 36: Mokka Jokes

   Riya kept chattering throughout the car ride. Madhan couldn't help but laugh at her excitement. He felt guilty for not taking her out more often. But who could blame him? Riya's mood swings were as unpredictable as the weather.

   "So you think you're smart? Huh huh huh?"

   Was this a trick question? He decided to go with yes.

   "Yeah, I do."

   "My dad has five daughters. Nana, Nini, Nono and Nunu. Who's the fifth?"

   Madhan pretended to ponder. This was such an overrated one. "Riya?" He asked it like a question.

   "Yeah. I decided let you go easy. What is as light as a feather, but even the world's strongest man couldn't hold it for more than a minute?"

   This one required a little more thinking. He made a mental list of all the light things he could think of. Pins, needles, feather. But all of these could be held. He tried to think of another approach. Hold. What are the different things you can hold, he asked himself. Materialistic stuff. What if that thing isn't materialistic. How would you hold it? Something like water. But liquid can be put into something solid that could be held. Gas! Ahhh, yes.

   "Air," he said, triumphantly.

   "Okay. Smarty pants," Riya said, glumly, looking out the window, fingering the window lock.

   Maybe he should have acted stupid, he thought.

   "Come on, cheer up," Madhan said, shoving her with his shoulder.

   "Gotcha," Riya grinned. "I was thinking of something else. I'm switching over to jokes. Knock Knock."

   Madhan became straight-faced. He was getting extremely worried now. What if Riya didn't like his surprise?

   "Knock knock," Riya said, impatiently this time.

   "Coming coming! Who's there?"

   "A broken pencil."

   "A broken pencil who?"

   "Never mind, it's pointless, " Riya snickered.

   Madhan bit back a laugh. "That was good." It actually wasn't.

   "Knock knock again."

   "Who's there?"

   "Europe."

   "Europe who?"

   "No, you are a poo," Riya squealed, clapping her hands once.

   Madhan looked at her. "That did not make sense."

   "Yes, it does. If you say it so quickly, you'll get it."

   Madhan said it in his mind, and then he agreed. "Eu for you, are for ro and a poo for ope. Seriously where did you find these?"