Essay - The Funniest Incident In My Life
The Funniest Incident In My Life
Practical Centre Essays on "The Funniest Incident In My Life"
Everyone in his life experiences some incidents good or bad. There may be the happiest, the saddest or the funniest Incident In one’s life.
One Sunday morning I received an invitation from a friend of mine Mr. Sudhir, as I had come from the U.K. back to my native land, I got up early in the morning and started preparing my5elf. 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 as I was very anxious in getting to my friend’s house. She kept insisting me to take a heavy breakfast but I did not care for it. I walked out to the Bus Stop. Soon a bus came and I got into it and asked the conductor for a ticket for Babar Lane. The conductor frowned at me saying “This bus is not going to Babar Lane. It is going in the reverse direction, you can get down at the next stop and catch another bus.” I was baffled for some time at this sudden bit of information. Then I alighted from the bus and again waited for the next bus for Babar Lane.practicalcentre.blogspot.com
I boarded the bus and reached 15, Babar Lane. But when approached my friend’s house, the door of his house was all locked up and closed. I was wondering whether I had come to the right place. As I was gazing and pondering, a neighbor of my friend came and asked me, “Why are you standing here? Do you want to meet someone?” I replied. “Yes, I want to see Mr. Sudhir living in Quarter No. 15”. He replied “He has moved house on Wednesday and has gone to Changi.”
Frustrated, I came back to the bus stop. I was feeling thirsty and hungry. Soon it started drizzling. I was now in a fix as I had no umbrella. My contusion became worse with the pouring rains. I thought for a while that ! had refused my 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, I was soaking at and instead of going home, I made up my mind to meet Sudhir, come what may.
An idea hit me. I telephoned the Enquiry Office at Changi. The operator told me his address. So I made my journey to Changi. I reached the Address given to me by the operator. I rang the door bell. Tapan, a tiny lot (Sudhir’s youngest brother) came out and greeted me with a “Hello, uncle.” The moment I entered the drawing room, I saw the parents of Sudhir sitting on the sofa. They offered me a seat and I sat between them. As I was going to ask about the invitation extended to me by Sudhir, Dolly (Sudhir’s sister) came with a tray of tea. She was a pretty and vivacious girl. I remembered that I used to love Dolly during college days and had written to her many love letters, proposing marriage. Now Sudhir’s mother began to talk very politely. “Look son, the invitation to tea was a joke, as you know today is the First of April” But you are fortunate in the sense that your proposal of marriage has been accepted by all the members of the family. I was thrilled to hear this news from Dolly’s mother.
My joy knew no bounds. My spirit felt lifted. Dolly was looking at me silently, her eyes expressing her love for me. We had tea to our heart’s content. I rushed home to give the glad news to my parents. This day, indeed, is the funniest and happiest day in my life.
One Sunday morning I received an invitation from a friend of mine Mr. Sudhir, as I had come from the U.K. back to my native land, I got up early in the morning and started preparing my5elf. 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 as I was very anxious in getting to my friend’s house. She kept insisting me to take a heavy breakfast but I did not care for it. I walked out to the Bus Stop. Soon a bus came and I got into it and asked the conductor for a ticket for Babar Lane. The conductor frowned at me saying “This bus is not going to Babar Lane. It is going in the reverse direction, you can get down at the next stop and catch another bus.” I was baffled for some time at this sudden bit of information. Then I alighted from the bus and again waited for the next bus for Babar Lane.practicalcentre.blogspot.com
I boarded the bus and reached 15, Babar Lane. But when approached my friend’s house, the door of his house was all locked up and closed. I was wondering whether I had come to the right place. As I was gazing and pondering, a neighbor of my friend came and asked me, “Why are you standing here? Do you want to meet someone?” I replied. “Yes, I want to see Mr. Sudhir living in Quarter No. 15”. He replied “He has moved house on Wednesday and has gone to Changi.”
Frustrated, I came back to the bus stop. I was feeling thirsty and hungry. Soon it started drizzling. I was now in a fix as I had no umbrella. My contusion became worse with the pouring rains. I thought for a while that ! had refused my 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, I was soaking at and instead of going home, I made up my mind to meet Sudhir, come what may.
An idea hit me. I telephoned the Enquiry Office at Changi. The operator told me his address. So I made my journey to Changi. I reached the Address given to me by the operator. I rang the door bell. Tapan, a tiny lot (Sudhir’s youngest brother) came out and greeted me with a “Hello, uncle.” The moment I entered the drawing room, I saw the parents of Sudhir sitting on the sofa. They offered me a seat and I sat between them. As I was going to ask about the invitation extended to me by Sudhir, Dolly (Sudhir’s sister) came with a tray of tea. She was a pretty and vivacious girl. I remembered that I used to love Dolly during college days and had written to her many love letters, proposing marriage. Now Sudhir’s mother began to talk very politely. “Look son, the invitation to tea was a joke, as you know today is the First of April” But you are fortunate in the sense that your proposal of marriage has been accepted by all the members of the family. I was thrilled to hear this news from Dolly’s mother.
My joy knew no bounds. My spirit felt lifted. Dolly was looking at me silently, her eyes expressing her love for me. We had tea to our heart’s content. I rushed home to give the glad news to my parents. This day, indeed, is the funniest and happiest day in my life.
