Stories Or Incidents, from parents

Following are the two I heard quite often from my parents

From my dad ( this is the way he explains it to me)

You were 1-2 years old at that time. I retured from my office and was having my lunch when the phone rang. It was my boss who wanted to discuss something with me in the office, immediately. I sat in my jeep and started it.

The moment I put the reverse gair and was about to move the jeep, I heard a child laughing and talking in the back seat. I looked back but there was none in the back seat. I started the jeep again, this time again when I put the reverse gair and was about to move, I heard the same sound again. I got off the jeap and started to wonder what is happening. My heart was beating very hard, my hands were trembling and my sixth sense kept warning me about something horrible.

I came out of the jeep and went to its back side. The site which I saw was shocking.I felt that I was paralized for nearly 10 minutes with complete darkness infront of my eyes.

"What did you see? " I asked my dad impatiently.

My dad took a long breath and replied " I saw you siting behind the rear wheel of the jeep, laughing and talking to yourself "

Sometimes I tease my father and say " You ruined my chance of entering the heaven directly " :slight_smile:

My mother’s response is " Yes, you would have enjoyed in the heavens and made our life hell in this world "

  1. From my** mom **( This is how she explains it to me )

When you were 3-4 years old and admitted in the basic school for children called “montoseri”. Your dad used to take you to school and bring back in his jeep.

One day I was shocked to see you return home early, on your own. You were very angry and in a hurry. You asked me to give you your dads pistol. (which he used to keep sometimes for protection, while in Karachi).

I asked you the reason. You said " I want to shoot my teacher with pithol “. I gave you a toy pistol. You looked and it, then threw it away and said, " I want to have the real pithol, the one my dad has”.

I was confused and didnot know what to do, when your teacher came running after you. She was very sorry. I asked her the reason of what actually happened. She told me that while she was passing by you, she couldnt resist to pull your red and white big cheeks. This made you angry and you ran away from the school.

My mom still teases me by telling everyone about this incident.

Do you have any to share?

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^ Aww thats sweet, especially teh heaven and hell part.

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:hehe:…nice one..U must be handful when you were younger..Parents ki Kader ab ati hai..
I have a lot of them…Some one liners are that when I was in pre k in UAE, my parents were called in for a complaint frokm a British teacher.She showed my mom her leg, It was bruised. She said that I had kicked her on her legs saying that “why r u showing your legs naked, while my mom covers them!!”…

   One more..I 'll make it short...One day..or once upon a time...:D...Me along with my brother and two of our neighbours climbed up over a gate to steal some Luqaats from a neighbors house(whowere on vacation)...anyway on our way back, my foot got stuck in one of the grooves on the gate and I hit my head on the stone...My head was bleeding profusely:

My Ami’s side:…Everyone entered the home..there was a lot of shor sharaba.One kid was saying that a snake had bitten me ,another saying her eye is bleeding…In all that yelling and screaming I called her father who had just come from Flying and had gone to the restroom to change..In all that turmoil he rushed out and saw her…her white dress colored in red with her blood..My heart was sinking…We took her to the ER…and thanks God it was only a cut on the forehead and not the worst as we feared.
After that her dad realized that in the hurry, he had worn my shalwar to the hospital, no wonder people were double staring at us all.:smiley:

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lol. Very nice sharing...:)

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Ok when I was in kindergarten, the teacher looked at me, 1 side of my face was completely red.. they got concerned and took me out of class and put me in the nurses office and called my dad. I got scared and started crying, and i said “dont give me shots.” so then my dad came, and he explaind to them that Id just started to brush my hair on my own and I would put the hair no my face and brush it, over my face..it sounds awkward but i hope u know what i mean..it was funny..

oh and another time, I said to everyone “my daddy wears a skirt at home!” he stopped wearing dhotis after that :hehe:

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STP...thanks ...I have million more...if anybody wants to get bored to smithereen..I was a local legend in my time:D

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Sara wat did u used to do..I am confused..your face was red becuz it was scratched from brushing over your face???

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^ I would brush my hair, by bringing the hair over my face and brushing my hair very hard. I had very thick and long hair back then , so it would be very knotty and i’d brush it very roughly. basically i’d be brushing my face :phati:

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Funny Sara...your hair still looks really thick!!:)

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lol funny story

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Okay, i'll start tomorrow.

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Haha!

I actually want to buy a dhoti and try it on now!:clown: