Once it happened, a friend of Mulla Nasruddin
was talking to Mulla Nasruddin. They had met after many -- years.
Both were bitter rivals; both were poets. Both started to boast about the
progress they had made in their
careers.
'You have no
idea, Nasruddin, how many people read my poetry now,' bragged the friend. 'My
readers have doubled.'
'My
God, my God!' cried Nasruddin. 'I had no idea you got married!'
