Rishtaa Horror Stories

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Astaghfirullah.
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Best do a quick check, just to be sure! ;-)

West Indies v Pakistan, 3rd Test
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Alhumdulillah ; )

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I quite miss my tea trolly meetings. First few were not so good, but after a while, its all about how many samosay they eat. More than 2 and they can jog on, less than one, HOW RUDE not to love my samosay.

Mr. Milly = only eats 2 samosay.

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You'd be better off searching for Mr. Right at a Pakistani wedding; isn't the legal limit 2 samosas, by law?
Seriously, is it just my imagination, or was there a law a in PK a few years back stipulating that no one served more than a samosa or two at any given wedding?

Home made nihari masala
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LOL MB ur cousin's story was funnyy

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Okay, so I'm going to start to list some of the rishtas that were sent my way - some of these are funny as opposed to horrific - but worth sharing. And I do wish all but one #3 on my list, see below) a happy future with the woman of his dreams:

  1. He was a chicken farmer from Pakistan. His family kept selling him on the basis that he had his MBA (which was reasonably impressive) but because he wanted to continue poultry farming (a noble undertaking, given I love tandoori chicken), but all I could think of was having to collect the eggs on a daily basis or having to pluck the feathers from the slaughtered chickens - that was a big eeww gross and a big no, after all, I was city mouse to his country mouse.

  2. I'm by no means a tall - I top out at at 5'3 and 3/4" (hey, the 3/4 inch matters) - he was 5'3" - I know, how shallow turning a guy down because he's short. But that was just part of it. He had grand aspirations of being a politician and the idea of being a policitian's wife was not for me (plus, our religious values/practices were also divergent) - but as soon as I said that I didn't want to be a politician's wife, he does an about face and says that he'll give up his lifelong dream and pursue another career. I'm of the school of thought that you can't change a guy and make him into what you want and an individual should stand by his/her convictions - this guy waffled back and forth so quickly that I couldn't respect constancy.

  3. Next one - I've mentioned this gem in another thread. He was (by his own admission) a former member of the MQM who would not announce a visit to Pakistan since he may be persona non grata for prior acts (which he assured me did not include murder). He believed that guys wear the pants in the family and there was nothing wrong with drinking and cussing (it might be okay for some - but I was raised differently). And then, he tells me not to share out personal discussions with anyone, followed promptly by him turning around and badmouthing me to all and sundry.

  4. I met the mum, chacha and brother in January at a relative's place when I was visiting. No follow up for 4 months. The mum calls in April, "so sorry, we were really busy, but we're visiting your town next week, can we visit". My mum says okay, his mum says we'll call to confirm date and time. They don't call.

A year later, his mum calls my sister, "is your sister still single, we'd like to introduce our son to her, can we set up a time and date" again no follow up from the mum. The fourth time, another year later, I'm in his home town attending a wedding, she sees me at the wedding, she calls up my sister, "is your sister single" - at this point I'm like, I will die single, but I ain't considering your son.

  1. I've mentioned this one too - his family came to see my sister - said no to her. He gets married, gets divorced and then all of a sudden our family (who was pretty much ignored by his family in the ensuing years) is acceptable again. They ask, I say heck no!

  2. There was this guy who came to visit my sister and her husband - a distant relative of my BIL. His story was he was the only son of his parents and a spoiled brat - so it was his personality that made him a non-contender. But added to that, he was on the heavier sider (okay so he was fat) and when he came to visit my sister, he spent the entire evening with his gut sucked in. Finally after dinner, he says he wanted to go on a walk - poor guy, he was finally able to take a deep breath and regulate his breathing.

I intend no malice to the guys above (except #3) - but thought I'd share some of my experiences. All of the other rishtas people were decent folk where it just didn't work out for a variety of reasons.

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i've got a story from the other 'side', we went over to see the girl and they had cooked dinner. so we were all sitting there and the girl was wearing really high heels and carrying a tray piled high with pilau.... well u can kinda guess what happens next. her heel got caught on the carpet and she literally went flying with the tray. it took all my will power to stop me from howling with laughter. it was jus sooo funny but i felt really sorry for her ive never seen anyone turn so red.

it was for my uncle and he went onto marry her

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Ouch, poor girl. But other than her poor choice of footwear and bad balance, was there any other reason for it to not work out. This could have been a story to tell the grandkids :p

Okay read the rest of the story - how cute - aaww!

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^ she told me afterwards she was sooo nervous her legs were shaking

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Your uncle can now proudly claim that his very presence makes his wife weak in the knees ;)

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:rotfl:

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I’m unfamiliar with the term “MQM”; is it anything like the militant wing of the MMC? 'Cause, if so, that would explain a lot.

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Stands for Muttahida Qaumi Movement, which depending on your political leanings in Pakistan (and Karachi more specifically), may mean he was either your neighborhood hero or mohalla ka ghunda.

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He assured you he did not murder, but was for some reason not allowed back into Pakistan or else he'd be arrested? LMAO!

I'm sorry, Sehr, you deserve better than that.

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when we're kids we take things for granted and think that the way things are are how they're supposed to be. I always thought that the whole arranged marriage/chai parade thing must work optimally... which is why it's used so extensively in Pakistan. after all if it wasnèt the best method and didn't work, why would the majority go that route... there must be an algo or something that people use to optimize their spousal match... and so everyone ends with the right spouse for them...

and then you grow up... and realize what a lottery the whole thing is... and how dependent you are on your parents' network/connections in the community or lack of...

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And here I was regretting losing this prize who was possibly my one and only chance at Prince Charming. Just imagine, my Prince Charming riding a white horse to sweep me off my feet and into the sunset. Though, maybe the horse was black and the fast clip of the horse was him fleeing the police and our destination was a country that did not have an extradition treaty with Pakistan :D

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I was tricked into a rishta-meeting once. I was told it was for one brother but who knows....it could have been for either. That was my first and last rishta meet. ;D

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OMG Sehrysh… i luved reading your rishtaa stories! :rotfl:

I only have one semi-rishtaa story… its a semi because I never had to go through with the whole “meet greet and serve chai” bit. It never came to that.

Some auntie that lives on the other side of the country randomly hears about my family and somehow gets our number. She and my mom have multiple conversations first getting to know each other (since they were strangers) … it all started out with a simple “we both know yadda yadda… they mentioned u guys and i thought to ask her for your number since we have sooo much in common”. The lady then one day finally has the guts to ask my mom about me. My mom gives her info and inquires about her son… the usual blah blah blah. Pictures are exchanged via mail … excitement ensues and the auntie is talking about booking airline tickets and hotels so that they could come visit an meet with us. The boys a doctor… born and raised in the u.s… comes from a good family… etc. My mom tells me to start looking into tickets (since I lived in another state completely for my educational process). The Auntie calls to tell us tickets are booked and they are coming on xyz date. I book my ticket so that I could also be there for this humble event.

A week after all these bookings have been paid for… during one of many convos btw this auntie and my mom, she randomly asks how tall I am. When my mom said 5’1’’ … conversation came to an abrupt halt. The Auntie awkwardly ends the convo and says she will call my mom back because something has come up. My mom is naturally wierded out.

Fast forward 2 days and Auntie jaan calls up… “we are not interested in your daughter because she is too short for our son. He is 5’10’’ mashAllah” … she then continues on by asking how tall my younger sister is. Because if she is of a suitable height… then they are still interested. But if my sister is not tall enough… then they were just going to cancel their tickets. Needless to say .. this time my Mom was the one that ended the conversation.

We were all so turned off by the fact that they had a change of heart so quickly based SIMPLY on my height (they liked my pic and everything else about me). It was all so rude… they KNEW my parents paid for my airline ticket to come home… they KNEW i was taking a few days off from school for this… even more so appalling was when they added the comment about my sister. My mom was like wth … its not like we are selling off our daughters and anyone can come and pick which one they like based on physical appearance alone… and that is exactly what these people made it seem like.

My parents gave me their blessing to find someone on my own… 2 yrs later I did… and he is 5’11’’ :snooty:

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Mashallah!