Essay on The Funny Incident

One Sunday morning. I received an invitation from Sam, an old friend of mine. After a prolonged stay in the UK, I had just returned to my native place and both of us were eager to meet. We decided to catch up over lunch. My sister was nice enough to wake me up with a cup of steaming tea and quickly I started getting ready. I overruled her loving insistence of a heavy breakfast and even refused the snacks she tried to push into my hands.
I hurried to the bus stop and hopped on to the first bus that came by. Eagerly, I asked the conductor for a ticket to Babar Lane. He looked at me as if I had landed from Mars. With a deep frown and tense tone, he said. “This bus is going in the opposite direction. Get down at the next stoppage and take the bus from the across the road.” Feeling a right fool, I did exactly what the conductor had said.
Finally when I reached 15, Babar Lane, I found the door locked. I looked again to make sure that I had come to the right place. After some time, a neighbour of my friend came and asked me, “Why are you standing here? Do you want to meet someone?” replied, “Yes, I want to see Mr Sam living in flat no. 15. He immediately replied, “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. I had refused to have breakfast in the hope that I would have it at my Friend’s house. At this stage, 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 Sam.

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 An idea hit me. I called up the enquiry office, R.K. Puram. The person on duty gave me Sam’s address. I made my journey to R.K. Puram and reached the number as given by the enquiry office. I rang the doorbell. Thomas, a tiny tot (Sam’s youngest brother), came out and greeted me with a “Hello uncle!” The moment I entered the drawing-room, I saw Sam’s parents sitting on the sofa. They offered me a seat and I sat comfortably. As I was about to talk about the invitation extended to me by Sam, Dolly (Sam’s sister) came with tea. Now Sam’s mother began to talk very politely, “Look, son, the invitation for tea was a joke. As you know, today is First of April-All Fool’s Day. I felt a right fool but soon came over my guilt as I and Sam got carried away in our past memories.
We had tea to our heart’s content. I rushed from their house as it was already dark. It was, indeed, the funniest day of my life.

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