Laughter story
The grandfather of our post office is very fond of telling stories. Wherever he was invited to the meeting, he opened his collection of stories. Sadly, his collection is very small অতি so many tied stories, that's what he turns around and runs everywhere. But why do people like to hear the same story over and over again? Listening to Barababu's story, people no longer smile. But the old man's enthusiasm did not diminish at all.
Suddenly, he collected a new story from somewhere and told it to Mukhjed's Majlis. The story is very small but still everyone got it by paying attention to the old man. Grandpa didn't understand that, he thought the story was very relevant. So, two days later, sitting at the invitation of Jadu Mallick's house, he told the story again in a very stylish manner. A couple of people who had never heard of it before, got quite a bit of it. The old man thought the story was good.
Then in the rice of the doctor's son, he told the same story again with great enthusiasm. This time no one but the doctor smiled after hearing the story, no, but the old man himself laughed. Even then, when he told the same story in two or three more places, some of us were shocked. Bishu said, “No, it is not tolerated anymore. We've been waiting a long time for that to happen — but the enthusiasm for his story doesn't go away. "
Two days later, we were sitting and talking for ten or twelve days, when the statue of Barababu Nadusnudus appeared. We said, “Beware today! No one will be able to laugh at his story! Let's see what he does. ” As soon as Barababu sat down, Bishu said, "No, Barababu, how is it nowadays? He used to tell all the funny stories. Nowadays, where? It's as if he's fainting. ” The old man was deeply offended by this. His story didn't freeze like before, he didn't like it at all. He said, “But? Well Ross. Today I will tell you a story that will break your pulse with laughter. ” Saying this, he started a story from his meager capital. But what if the story is told? None of us agreed to smile — we all sat on the wood. Bishu said, "No, this story is not good." Then Barababu told him five or seven stories one by one from that capital. But then everyone's face became more serious like an owl! Then the old man got angry. He said, “Go! You don't know how to laugh - you don't understand the value of the story - you want to hear the story again Hearing this story, the inspector laughed and rolled up to him that day: Do you understand all this? ” Then one of us said, “Is he a big boy? We don't know how to laugh? What did you say? Think about how many times I laughed when I heard your story. Nowadays, your stories are not so open - where is the laughter? So, when Bishuda tells the story, do we laugh? What did you say? ”
The old man laughed and said, “Bishu? Does he know the story again? Hey, he says two things at once, will he tell the story again? ” Bishu said, “Awesome! Didn't you hear my story? " We all cheered and said, "Yeah, yeah, tell me one." Bishu then became serious and said, "There was a king" - on hearing this, four or five of us laughed and said, "Hey, the story of the king, the story of the king! - Ha ha ha ha ha."
Bishu said, "The king has three sons."
As soon as we heard it, we laughed so loudly together that Bishu himself was startled. Everyone laughed and rolled over on his back — someone said, "Please Bishuda, and don't smile anymore" - Someone said, "Save Bishubabu, it's over." Some of them looked as if their stomachs were locked with laughter.
Barababu, however, got very upset. He said, “All this is the work of Bishu. He has taught everything from before. Otherwise, what is there to laugh at, Bapu? ” Saying this, he got up in a rage.
Since then, the grandfather's ability to tell stories has diminished a bit. Now and then he does not sit on the laughter story in words .
