Love and respect is immortal

             


Yes I was young , just few years ago…not few may be….40 plus years ago…true I am talking about my childhood, my Father and mother were always close by , watching, caring ,worrying , doing all they could to make my life as comfortable as possible,  sacrificing their own sleep and comfort.
And I, love them, still. My father left me …to heavenly abode , some years back…and I did cry…bit quietly…I never left him ..even as I crossed 18.
He use to get angry…specially for one thing…his stock of cigarettes.. and  he would just send for few extra packets ..just in  case…there is some closure….I never got upset with him for this.. nor for anything…

He used to tell his stories ..of pre-partition  struggle…and the luxuries all our relatives left , and this was his treasure…his past. What he faced here , is story…may remain untold to many.. but few .and we still loved both …maa and abba….all year long…not just for single day but 365 days a year, 7 days a week, and 60 minutes an hour. I remember each and every moment spent………

Yet , here , I don’t recall any day we labeled …as his day…as we had all the days of the year …kids day…as they shower their love and care…and they had all our respect and care same way…I am lucky…I even made him breakfast…last day of his at home…before he was taken to hospital …with fracture neck of femur…and he was buried with same……Thanks to my colleagues….”for their kind attention”……If I ever want kill some one …that would be one specific senior belonging to my profession…
I remember my father every day…not just today or another day coming next year…….

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Marvellous answer
A mechanic was removing the cylinder heads from the motor of a car when he spotted a famous heart surgeon in his shop, who was standing off to the side, waiting for the service manager to come to take a look at his car.

The mechanic shouted across the garage, "Hello Doctor!! Please come over here for a minute."

The famous surgeon, a bit surprised, walked over to the mechanic.

The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked argumentatively, "So doctor, look at this. I also open hearts, take valves out, grind 'em, put in new parts, and when I finish this will work as a new one. So how come you get the big money, when you and me is doing basically
the same work? "

The doctor leaned over and whispered to the mechanic.... .

"Try to do it when the engine is running".

Thanks maa....

A human body can bear only 45 del (units) of pain. But at the time of giving birth, a mother feels upto 57 del (units) of pain... This is similar to 20 bones getting fractured, all at the same time!!

This is just to tell you the extent to which a mother loves her child! 'Love your mom till the end of your life.The lady with whom you fight almost everyday, suffered so much pain just to give you a beautiful life!

Looks like Djokovic may pull out another fighting come back...from two sets down...he won 3rd...and when rain stopped play.....he already has broken Rafa's serve...is Rafa loosing his footings...or Djokovic just woke up? lets see...we will go to 5th set for sure now....or 2morrow!

French Open 2012 men's final: rain postpones play with Rafael Nadal leading Novak Djokovic by two se

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Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal will have to come back to Roland Garros tomorrow to complete their French Open final after rain forced play to be abandoned for the day with the Spaniard leading 6-4 6-3 2-6 1-2 in Paris.

Best of sports.....tennis.

Rafa reigns....King Of Clay court..keeps his throne....started with a smash..faulted on way...but truly The Winner...and that too ,of record 7(seven) french open titles...more to come..

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The Story of Travelling Mat.

So my elder brother arrived... from Toronto, Canada, to Karachi, Bakistan. And for doing so he chose "The National Flag Carrier". Why he did that, and what happened with him is a story worth a good guessing.


After listening to the tale, the only comment I made was, "Alhumdolillah... Maa is lucky to see you with her." And I continued, "Even if you had dialed a wrong number to laloo khait and taken advise from the kid on line, he would have told you to rather not take "The National Flag Carrier". Wo sub mamoo khaa gaya!


And as he continued narrating the tale of his journey, I got glued to my cell. He just couldn't wait till I reached and met him in person. "Hey buddy, I chose The National Flag Carrier... for the love of my country," he takes a deep breath with that. This is what all my "foreigner national" compatriots feel. They seem to have lost contact from reality... It is a nation no more. All has rotten down to just a smelly pulp.


And he embarks, the story goes on... In a bit of extra excitement, he became the first to enter the air craft... ok! be seated you there...and my brother gets the seat just almost at last row...and the smell of ... inhumane excreta welcomes him before he even starts to sit!!!! he can't stop breathing can he ? even in situation of such painful proportions..not at all!!! Life is too precious, that is all we know!