US = hum paanch !

okay so this post is solely dedicated to my loving family !!!!
mom, dad, rohail ( my elder brother ), gul ( my younger brother ) and me :DDD
thats why i call it a  "hum paanch" story !!!
we all are entirely different in looks, likes, opinions, decisions and what not ? but, still bonded to each other via heart !!!


DAD :
I'll start with my dad, not because he is the eldest, but because i love him the most....He is the most coolest, understanding and caring person I've known....i mean how many dads in this world listen to their wife's daily stories of their kids mis-behaving and still act totallaaaayyyyy chill about it ????? my dad does....He provides me with everything i want -so what if takes some time but still parents know the best when to give what to their kids- the only tiny problem is, he is not social :P but i know that does not effect my love for him....I really don't know if my brothers think the same about him, I mean I've seen my dad in so many phases....he doesn't speak to anyone much, but i don't think ears are needed to understand  someone's feeling or to see what they have in their minds. its mostly the ladies' habit to exaggerate, brag and talk everything out ! I have loved my dad for the personality he keeps.....and I try to be like him too, calm and cool.....I have so many childhood memories with my dad that i'd love to tell here....the best one is when i was in primary school. I was so ill but still I went to school -did I really love school at that time ? i don't know !- and unfortunately it started to rain so heavily and the temperature went really down, we were made to sit inside the classes and there i was watching the peons enter the class with a chit that had a student's name on it, it meant that his/her parents have arrived and want to take them home, and waiting and hoping someone would come to pick me up too but I had a feeling that nobody would because my parents have always taught us to fight the tough situations and make ourself strong enough according to the surroundings....but surprisingly my chit came, I stood from my place not knowing whether to scream in happiness or wait to hear teacher say "oopppss....its not yours, I read it wrong". I went out of my classroom all the way running down from those corridors just to see who had come....n there, what I saw will always be in my mind like a solid image that I would have just seen now, a big rush of people was there -all of them were parents of the kids, who had come to pick them- what surprised me more was that the administration had locked the gates and kept them out in the rain because they couldn't let such a big number of people enter the offices and scream "pehle humare bachay ko bula dain" I was so confused I didn't know what to do or where to go...I was scared and I wanted my dad and just then I saw a hand in that rush wave at me, it was my dad's.I ran as quickly as I could to him, he checked if I was okay and he asked me about my health, though I knew he was the one whose condition was not well, God knows how much time he had wasted there in that cold with those heavy drops of rain, and he did all that effort just to know if i was okay or not !!!!! :/
My dad loves me alot, i know that for sure, though he never tells me that but once again I must say that its not ears that are needed to know what lies in another person's heart !


MOM :
     eeeekkkkkkkk.....the toughest thing for me to do would be to describe my mom. she may seem strict, cruel, a perfectionist, punctual at almost everything type of lady but if you get closer to her heart you'll find her funny, adorable, extremely friendly and a full time tafree person BUT if you get really really REALLY closer to her heart you'll know how loving and caring and almost impossible to live without person she is !
hare are a few examples of her innocence:


1)
dad: main car repair karwane ja raha hoon.
mom: acha bike pe ja rahay ho ?




2)
(while having gosht)
me: mom there is a hair in my food
mom: baita bakray ka hoga !
me : o_0




3)
us: what's cooking mom ?
mom: dalya
us:what is a dalya ?
mom: daal ki behan !!!


and so many more stuff, like once she after recharging her cellphone she said "mera mobile bhari hogaya hai!" we were like "why ? what happened?" she answered "ziada load hogaya tha" :D
she is a bit superstitious as well, and thats what we enjoy the most about her.its fun telling her that nothing would go wrong if you pull someone's braid or if u go uunder a tree with open hair or if you take bath late at night :D or other such weird things...and i must add here that my mom is educated lady, you might not find such brains anywhere else.
i love it when she cares for me like once she knew i was hungry but still went to take bath first, she made me mangoshake and gaveit to me while i was inside and made drink all of it, and when i came out there was a lot of my favourate stuff that she had made ready for me
i am so lucky to have a mother like her, who taught me how to read and write and listen and behave and be honest and be loyal and so much more stuff that is needed to be a better daughter, sister, friend more precisely a human and a muslim !


MY TWO "IMOPSSIBLE TO LIVE WITH" BROTHERS :
I call them losers ( just to tease them ) my elder brother has been a real intelligent and hardworking sort of kid in the family, and a student who has always been awarded with the best outstanding shields every year in his school..my house is filled with his trophies and awards, while looking at them every time i promise him that one day i''' break all his records and go further than him -kinda hard- i am trying and i will till i do it !
my younger brother is much of a spoiled brat but i still love him for being so nice and helpful to me in everything ! he makes me happy when i am sad and can make me laugh hard no matter whatever has pissed me off ! that's his specialty !






enough with this post now!