I met an old uncle jee yesterday, he was in British armed forces before partition and already retired in 1947, so he really is old. I love listening to elder ppl, only thing is that after one sitting with me, they’re probably damaged for rest of their lives, I can’t control my volume. According to my brother I was loud enough to disturb mummies in Egypt. Khair jo bhi ho.
My interview usually starts with, ‘aap yahaN kaise aae?’
And he’s replied ‘border cross kar ke’ 
Usually ppl have such great stories to tell about how they migrated into another country for a better future for them selves and families back home. Like another uncle I knew, travelled via Afghanistan into Iran and then Turkey in a small car with seven other men. They were deported three times before they finally made it to their destination country, and then decided to stay in Dk. Everyone had such great dreams back then, better future for families, behan bhaiyooN ki shaadi karwani hai, maaN baap ko hajj karwana hai aur phir wapis Pakistan chale jaeiN ge. They had such strong will-powers, travelling to foreign countries, new culture, new ppl, sometimes without even a penny in their pockets, all they had was a dream of making life better for families.
Khair, tau this elder baba ji, has been retired for centuries now. Offers all his prayers in the local mosque and spends his time reading Quran and tafseer. Among all other stuff I asked him where he was during the 1965 war, and how it was. Usually ppl get so excited talking about how they defended their motherland and how times were so challenging etc. But baba ji was so calm and just said, ‘fer ki laRai ho gai c te bas’. I wanted to get that reaction out, so I went on about weapons etc, but Baba ji was oh so calm, I mean how can you stay clam and composed if you have fought two wars for your country? Life does this to you?
Another question that I’ve not asked before is, how he sees development in Pak. To which he said, pehle logooN meiN josh aur jazba hota tha, ab woh baat nahiN. Sab ko Pakistan yooN hi mil gaya hai. Which is quite true, we’re so negative about everything even remotely connected to Pak.
He’s such an interesting fellow, I didn’t know masoor ki daal khet meiN ugti hai before meeting him :o He’s worked at Kakool(sp?) as instructor, so next time I’m gonna ask about how they used to train rangroots.
I, myself am gonna be a cool beji some day, I’ll even cook up stories to impress 
provided I can get some kid(s) listening. My biggest accomplishment in life, no one makes better kaRahi than me Do you think you’ll have stories to tell your grandkids?
but you never invited me before warna I’d move the entire NYC to Denmark to meet you and your boys. My mamu fought in the 71 as well as my dada abu and many other men from the fam, unfortunately didn’t get a chance to meet them. Mamu even spent two years in India and tried to escape a few times. He would’ve had stories to tell. I still have my daddi, and I don’t miss a chance to get on her nerves, unfortunately she’s learnt to ignore my volume no matter how high I go.
This Danish is all mine.