The Funniest Incident

One Sunday moming, I received an invitation from a friend of mine, Sudhir. I had come back from the UK to my native place. So, he invited me to lunch. I got up early in the morning and started acquire ready. My sister gave me a cup of tea early in the morning. Then, 1 took my bath and got ready. My sister whence over again asked me to take some snacks and tea only I refused to take it as I was more(prenominal) interested in reaching my friends family line. 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. The conductor came and asked me to buy a ticket. I asked him to give me a ticket for Babar Lane. 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 Babar Lane. I got the bus and reached 15, Babar Lane. But sur prisingly, when I reached his house, I found the door locked. I was puzzled and thought whether I had come to the right place. later some time, a neighbour of my friend came and asked me, wherefore are you standing here? Do you requirement to meet someone? I replied, Yes, I want to see Mr Sudhir living in Quarter No 15. He immediately quibbled, But he changed his house last Wednesday and has gone to R K Puram. Frustrated, I came back to the bus stop. I was feeling hungry. After some time, it started drizzling. I was now in a fix as to what to do. My confusion was compounded by the torrential rains p had refused to take morning breakfast in the hope that I would take it at my friends house.At this state, my anger was mounting. I was cursing myself as well as my fate. But I controlled my anger. I made up my mind to meet Sudhir. An idea hit my mind. I gave a bound at the Enquiry Office, R K Puram. The person on duty gave me his address. I made my tour to R K Puram and reached th e quarter as I was told by the Enquiry Office. I rang the door bell. Tupan, a tiny tot (Sudhirs 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 comfortably. As I was intimately to talk about invitation extended to me by Sudhir, Dolly (Sudhirs sister) came with tea. She was looking like a exquisite and vivacious damsel. (Let it be known that I used to love this girl from my college days and had written some(prenominal) love letters to her, make a intention for marriage). Now, the elderly mother of Sudhir began to talk very politely, tang son, the invitation to tea was a joke. As you know, today is First of April Fools Day.But you are fortunate that your proposal of marriage has been accepted by all the members of our family. I was thrilled to hear these words coming from the rarefied lips of Dollys mother. My joy knew no bounds. The facial ex pressions of Dolly were quite attractive. Her looks pleased me as she was making silent expressions of love. We had the tea to our hearts content. I rushed from their house in order to pass along this happy news to my parents. This day, indeed, was the funniest ever and happiest day of my life. IT WAS TRULY, THE FUNNIEST EVER INCDENT.