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.
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.
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