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Essay On The Funniest Incident In My Life

Essay On The Funniest Incident In My Life.One Sunday morning, I received an invitation from a friend of mine, Mr. Sohail. I had come back from U.K to my native place. So, he invited me to lunch. I got up early in the morning and started getting ready. My sister gave me a cup of tea early in the morning. Then I took my bath and got ready. My sister then again asked me to take some snacks and tea but I refused to take it as I was more interested in reaching my friend's house. She insisted upon me to take a heavy breakfast but I ignored her request.

I went out of my house and stood at the bus-stop. I boarded the bus. Meanwhile the conductor came and asked me to buy the ticket. I asked him to give me a ticket for Model town. The conductor frowned upon me saying. "It is going in the reverse direction, you get down at the next stop and catch another bus". I was baffled for some time. Then I alighted from the bus and again waited for the bus going to the Model town.
I got the bus and reached 20, Model town. But surprisingly when I reached his house.

I found the door locked. I was puzzled and thought whether I had come to the right place. But a little later, as I was gazing and pondering, a neighbour of my friend came and asked me. For what are you standing here? Do you want to meet some one?" I replied. "Yes. I want to see Mr. Sohail here". He immediately replied, -But he has living changed his house last Wednesday and has gone to Samanabad." I got his address from his neighbour.

Frustrated. I came back to the bus stop: I was feeling hungry. Soon it started drizzling. I was now in a fix as to what to do and what not. My confusion became all the more confounded by the torrential rains. I had refused to take morning breakfast in the hope that I would take it at my friend's house. At this stage my anger was mounting. I was cursing myself as well as my fate. But soon the anger got the better of myself. I made up my mind to meet Sohail.

I made my journey to Samanabad and reached his home rang the door bell. Kamal, a tiny tot ( Sohail's youngest brother) came out and greeted me with a "Hello, uncle." The moment I entered the drawing room. I saw the parents of Sohail sitting on the sofa. They offered me a seat and sat quite modestly. As I was about to talk about invitation extended to me by Sohail, Dolly (Sohail's sister) came with tea. She was looking like a pretty and vivacious damsel.

Now the elderly mother of Sohail began to talk very politely. "Look son, the invitation to tea was a joke, as you know today is First April -- Fool's Day. But you are fortunate that your proposal of marriage has been accepted Iv all the members of our family" I was thrilled to hear these words coming from the august lip of Dolly's mother. My joy knew no bounds. The facial expressions of Dolly were quite attractive.



Her silent looks pleased me as she was making silent expressions of love. We had the tea to our heart's content. I rushed from their house in order to convey this happy news to my parents. This day, indeed, was the funniest and happiest day of my life.

Essay - The Power of Writing

The power of a pen is enormously larger than a sword. What a sharp edged sword can't achieve can be achieved by the help of a minute tip of a pen. What it implies is that the power of writing is much stronger than the power of hatred, war and fighting. A war always ends in killings and has only a single directional ending - defeat, death, loss... There is no end of the tunnel when a war is there, and even if it comes, there is no light...

Essay - Pen is Mightier than Sword

The power of a pen is enormously larger than a sword. What a sharp edged sword can't achieve can be achieved by the help of a minute tip of a pen. What it implies is that the power of writing is much stronger than the power of hatred, war and fighting. A war always ends in killings and has only a single directional ending - defeat, death, loss... There is no end of the tunnel when a war is there, and even if it comes, there is no light...

The Most Important Person In My Life Essay

Essay On The Most Important Person.I have a large circle of friends who are dearer to me than my own life. It is very difficult to name my choice off-hand. My maximum time is spent in the company of Salman whom I call Sunny but other call him 'Mirchr. I do not know, what quality of chilly they lind in him but for me he is sweeter than honey.

He is one of the best centre-forwards in the hockey team of our College. His only' ambition is to bring Pakistan on the Olympic match once again in this game. He is an ace sprinter and when he chases the ball, no one can recover it from him. He was the captain of the College junior team which participated in the national games.

It is surprising, how he can stand first in different subjects in the class. Most of the players occupy back seats in the class and relax when the teacher writes something on the blackboard. He is very active and keeps on asking searching questions. Last year, he decided to take part in a Urdu play and he acted the milk-man so well that the spectator burst out with laughter. Iife had observed the milkman very closely and noted down all his actions before mimicking him on the stage.

You will not believe if I say that he is the best debater. How can a single person combine all these qualities? He has learnt this art from his father. His father taught him to put his heart and soul in anything he did. He often tells me that we should be like a person who did not see anything but they eye of the fish when he shot an arrow. We cannot achieve much because our minds are divided most of the time. When we study, we should study and forget everything about the games. when we play. our mind should not see anything but the ball. It is the secret of his success.



I wish. I could also follow him in his foot-steps.

Essay On The Person I Like The Most

Essay On The Person I Like The Most.I have a large circle of friends who are dearer to me than my own life. It is very difficult to name my choice off-hand. My maximum time is spent in the company of Salman whom I call Sunny but other call him 'Mirchr. I do not know, what quality of chilly they lind in him but for me he is sweeter than honey.

He is one of the best centre-forwards in the hockey team of our College. His only' ambition is to bring Pakistan on the Olympic match once again in this game. He is an ace sprinter and when he chases the ball, no one can recover it from him. He was the captain of the College junior team which participated in the national games.

It is surprising, how he can stand first in different subjects in the class. Most of the players occupy back seats in the class and relax when the teacher writes something on the blackboard. He is very active and keeps on asking searching questions. Last year, he decided to take part in a Urdu play and he acted the milk-man so well that the spectator burst out with laughter. Iife had observed the milkman very closely and noted down all his actions before mimicking him on the stage.

You will not believe if I say that he is the best debater. How can a single person combine all these qualities? He has learnt this art from his father. His father taught him to put his heart and soul in anything he did. He often tells me that we should be like a person who did not see anything but they eye of the fish when he shot an arrow. We cannot achieve much because our minds are divided most of the time. When we study, we should study and forget everything about the games. when we play. our mind should not see anything but the ball. It is the secret of his success.



I wish. I could also follow him in his foot-steps.

Essay On My Neighbour

Last Sunday. we shifted our residence to a new Government colony. This colony is inhibited by the employees of the Government. .1hey belong to various departments and ministries. But my next door neighbours are really very tine. One is a Police inspector. lie has a small family. His son is a college student. Ile is a very intelligent boy. Ile often tells me very interesting stories.

The police inspector is also very gentle. His habits and temperaments are very tine. He considers himself to be the custodian of law and order. He never misuses his powers but always helps others. his wife is a lady of religious bent of mind. She is a God-fearing lady. She also extends to us deep co-operation.

The quarter, in front of ours belongs to a Principal of a school. He is an old man of 55 and is thoroughly gentle. Ihs behaviour is very nice. He helps the deserving students, by admitting them in his school. He gives fee concession to the needy and poor people. He has a medium sized family of two sons and a daughter. They are of helping nature. his daughter is my class-fellow. We go to school together. The Principal loves me very much. Sometimes he gives us very interesting lectures. It is a well-educated family.

The family. that lives at the back of our house is a middle Lindy. But the members of the family are really very dp.riemnp. I hey do not possess the decorum of a civilised people. I he lie;id of the family is an Assistant in Central Government. IIis belia lour is rude. He has quarrel ed with many people over trifles. I Ir• children are very naughty.

They beat other tiny children. Their mother is also a terrible lady. She often scolds her children. She being an uneducated lady always creates hell in her house. l'er\ one in the locality' is afraid of her. Most of the people are not On speaking terms with this family'.



But a majority of my neighbours are my friends. They are ..4)cial and of helping nature. I pass my time easily in their company. Neighbours are sometimes are helpful than Ono's relatives. We should ala s create a climate of friendship among our neighbours. I Iiti. i1111 lucky enough in having good neighbours.