Sunday, 4 March 2012

A True Story.

Hey everyone! Hope you've all been awesomely awesome as usual! And hello to my new followers! I know I've probably had a bad impression on all of you by being so inconsistent, but thats only because i've been studying like crazy for my final O' Levels. I just hope I get through with good grades.

Anyway, the reason why I'm especially taking time out today to blog is to update my page AND to give you guys a good post to read. Also, because of a little story my mother told me.


In the present day, fortune-telling has become an industry. In many places, you find these weird people with long beards and eccentric clothes, uttering out crap thats basically staged, over and over again. Women with stupid magic 'balls', cards that would predict the future, etc. These are all scams to earn money. I mean, for entertainment's sake its acceptable, but being accustomed to it? I mean come on. Do you really think if these people would be able to see the future and contact the 'dead', they'd be sitting in a caravan or in a circus, taking money from people to look into their future? People can be so stupid.

I mean seriously, look at that retarded woman. Do you really think she would be able to tell you about your future? All these people do is tell you things that are very obvious and apparent, and fool you with their flattery and end up taking shit loads of money from you.

Anyway, its time for the scary side. I myself never believed in predicting the future until my mom told me a story. A story about one of our own family members, a very old one actually, who had weird visions and was said to be crazy. She was my grandmother's cousin who was orphaned at a young age. What happened was, she started living with my grandmother's family. One night, when she was around seven or eight, she went out to take some water out of the well. Somehow, she fell in. The next day, no one could find her anywhere. People looked everywhere, and my great grandfather was very worried. So my grandmother herself went to the well to get water for him, and found her cousin there, stuck inside, fainted. She quickly ran and called for help. They took her out. Since that day, she started acting very oddly. I mean, she was still normal, but sometimes she had attacks of trauma and panic, and had fits. My mom told me that something weird happened to her that night. Whenever she uttered weird things out of her mouth, people thought it was only because of the severe trauma she faced as a child.

Now, here's what the weird part is. When my mom got engaged to my dad, he went to my grandmother's house to meet the family, etc. He met my grandmother's cousin too. As soon as she saw my dad, she started crying. And everyone was shocked, they kept asking her what was wrong. All she said was 'Nahi, kuch nahi hai. Mujhe chor do.' (Nothing, nothing happened. Leave me alone) With sobs. My mom was really confused.  Soon, she told my grandmother a few days later that the man that she saw was going to be very sick, and his life would never be the same. And my grandmother told her she was crazy, and was just being absurd. Well, in a few weeks my dad had to go to Seychelles for a business trip. There, he was in a huge accident. He lost his front teeth, his knee broke, so did his femur. And this was in 1989, when artificial joints weren't there. He had 18 operations, and more than 150 stitches all over his body. Now he walks without a knee in his right foot.

No matter how hard he'd try, he could never have the same life. He was an amazing sportsman.Used to be a 100m champion, a great cricketer too. But I could never see it. I could never see him run, or sit comfortably. I guess God has His reasons for everything He has done, but I just wished I would have seen my father as he really was. Energetic, alive, vibrant. Ive seen his pictures. Whenever I wanted to go on a rollercoaster, or to play a family game, or whenever there was a Parent's race on sports day, I always saw his face. It wasn't anger or disappointment. It was was plain longing to be able to do something like that. Every man wants to be involved in sports with his son. Its every man's dream, even mine. I would love to spend quality time with my son, if I'd have one, doing sports. But I guess my dad didnt get that chance. Anyway, I just want to say that I love you dad. Regardless of whatever has happened, you are the most awesome dad anyone can ever have. And Im sorry if I was ever rude to you, or mean.

Anyway, coming back to fortune telling. She was right. He was in bed rest for 6 months. I dont know how she saw it. Maybe something hit her right there, something that made her confident that my dad's future was going to be changed.

Doesnt it make you wonder? It certainly made me wonder.

Anyway, hope you liked this post, after so long! Take care!


Ovais said...

Your dad is okay now, right?
There are people who even dream of seeing the future. And people who can do magic..white magic too, yes. I'm not superstitious myself, but there are people that God gives gifts to.

Glad to see a post from you :)

Hamza Bin Ladin said...

Oh. Your dad is bravest man! It's no wonder that you are so proud of him.

Good to see you around once again.:D

Anonymous said...

Got a break off of facebook then? :p
I'm glad you're back :D

wow, that's really scary.
I don't know whether or not to believe in fortune telling. Sometimes, i think, it can be real. other times its just some quack.

Your dad is really brave. Major respect for him.

Guy From Karachi said...

@Ovais: Yup, hes great! And thanks a lot!

@Hamza: Thats really nice of you bro! Thanks :D

@Tabs: Haha, no Facebook either actually, but yeah thanks!