Reservation in Heaven
There lived a couple in a big city. The husband was very cheerful but the wife was a shrew. She used to curse and abuse him on small things. The husband tried to calm his wife, but she did not listen to anything and their quarrel did not stop. Many a times the husband had to go out of the house to calm down the situation.
One day the wife, without any rhyme or reason, started an argument in the middle of dinner. The husband pleaded with her to finish the meal in peach and then discuss the matter. The wife, as always, would not listen to his reasons and kept on raving. In the end, the husband got fed up and said, “If you do not shut up, I will leave the food right now and go”.
The wife was not used to such a retort. It angered her more and she fired back “Go to hell. Please yourself”.
The husband immediately left the house, drove around aimlessly for a few hours, and late at night, returned home.
Stunned by the husband’s response and his demeanour on his return, wife kept quiet for a while. Then slowly she tried to start a conversation but the husband kept quiet. After a while she lost her cool and asked angrily “Where were you for so long? I was getting so worried about you. God knows how many times I called you on your phone, sent messages but you did not find it appropriate to respond to any of those. Tell me, where were you and what were you doing?”
After a while, the husband responded in a controlled tone “I went to hell as you had asked me to”.
The wife laughed and asked, “Really? Then why did you come back?”
The husband informed her, “There was a House-Full sign outside hell and it was full of foolish, quarreling people like you.”
The wife taunted, “You should have made inquiries. After talking to you they would have made some special arrangements for you.”
“Hey, you just keep interrupting me all the time. For once, hear me out”
“Wow? What did you achieve that you are so impatient to tell?”
“On my way back from hell, I saw a board saying “Heaven”, and there were vacancies there. So, I walked in, and after St, Peter checked my dossier and approved, I made a reservation for myself there.”
The wife was asked eagerly, “Did you make a reservation there for me too?”
The husband said calmly, “No. I thought you must have already made a reservation in hell to be with the people with matching temperament, so I didn’t bother.”
— Ram Bajaj