Damned if I can come up with a title for this one

This is really the name of a building in Bombay. Kanjur Marg, to be precise. Saw it on my way to Bhandup in a train.

Tell me, guys, what you think about this anecdote.

There was an officer in an important position in the government who kept sending in expense accounts with a head in them called "Sundari Expenses". These expense accounts would go through auditors, of course, but they would usually let it pass, assuming them to be Sundry Expenses. Chuckling perhaps, at the typo, but thinking no more about it.

It took a young, diligent (and highly jobless) auditor to actually go into it deeply. He found out that the said "Sundari" was actually this officer's mistress and he had faithfully recorded every expense made on her behalf out of government funds. Sadly for him, his honesty was not given the credit given to people like George Washington and Mahatma Gandhi, which is so discriminatory. The point is, I thought this story was very funny but virtually everyone I've told it to gives me a polite 'ha ha' and I can almost see the 'does this guy have all his marbles' thoughts passing through their heads. And Sheela, following her policy of being frank and forthright about my faults, told me that it was the rottenest joke she had heard this century.

Am I really losing it?

P.S. I composed a Ogden Nash like poem in the guy's honor

The cause of my financial distress
Is the fact that I have a mistress

Rather clever, don't you think? Definitely not the work of someone losing his marbles.