Twit and Wits
Posted July 10, 2011on:
I am the fourteenth child of my parents. Amazing, isn’t it? 😀 But it was affordable decades back to have so many mouths to feed; and as I assume it was the only activity parents had together as there was no media to keep them alert on heels and toes by Breaking News so repeatedly, neither were there any captivating and charismatic fashion and music shows or Internet, Internet the fantasy land, where fathers could enjoy by chatting n watching programs of their pick. So, in short I was the fourteenth winning star of their luxury time.
Unfortunately I saw only the eldest two out of seven brothers and six sisters including me seven, for 12 of my siblings had passed away before I was born. Let’s overlook how and why they died.
Being the youngest survived baby I was raised up like a dainty fragile flower. I was shielded and saved from sunshine ‘n’ rain. My brother didn’t let me get down the school bus myself. Rather he carried me in his arms inside the home.I was as intelligent and silly at the same time. Too innocent to be true 😀
As I said that I was intelligent n silly at the same time so let me elaborate n prove it to my dear wise readers to decide 🙂 Being intelligent I came first in my annual exams in class KGII. I was awarded books on Annual Prize Distribution Day. My class fellow Arifa who was my friend too, asked me to give those books to her to take home and show them to her parents. I happily gave them to her. She did not bring them back the whole year.Next year same thing happened. I won and she took away.I’m relieved that she never asked for my report book 😀
I had an only brother who was 20 years older than me and loved me dearly. He always brought gifts for me when he went outstation. Every time I took those to show my gifts to Arifa, she religiously took them to her home to show to her parents. I never ever got my gifts or awards back. So doesn’t it prove that I am intelligently foolish? 😀
I was n am even now, very soft and kindhearted. When I grew up to be called sensible I learned First Aid. So, every Sunday all ailing children and relatives of our servants used to come to get free shots and dressing of their wounds from me.Poor simple people preferred free treatment so they came to me. I loved to serve them.
Gulsher Khan was our full servant. He was very sincere and faithful. One day while plucking figs for me he fell down from the tree. I was studying under the oranges tree. He was badly hurt. He had broken his ulna bone. At that very moment I was reading how to take care of such incident. So, I hurriedly gathered two sticks. Tied the stick, wound the bandage firmly and put his arm in the sling.
This is how it was written in the science book. 😀 I asked him to go to the hospital but he believed in my treatment so much so that refused to show to the doctor. As a result, even today at the age of fifty he has same deformed arm but both of us never shared this with our elders.
Every Sunday an old beggar regularly used to come to get one rupee coin from me. One Sunday, he came to get his coin as usual. I didn’t have the change so I asked him to follow me. I went to two of my friends’ home in two different areas. The distance was more than 2 kilometers. He followed. I asked my friends to serve him too. He enjoyed and ate all what I ate and drank. Then finally I went to the shop to get the change of a ten rupee note.
From the shop I came back home. He followed. When we got home I gave him the coin. Happily he took and went away to come back the next Sunday 😀 What do you think folks about me now? 😀
To develop reading habit my brother suggested me to read books. My mother also joined in this project. She made me read out a famous Urdu novel Shama by A.R Khatoon. Though at the age of six or seven I tried and read out that novel to my mother but believe you me I failed to understand even a single word 😀 I went to the air force library in Peshawar and read all classic novels both in English and Urdu. I composed a letter to my brother in poetry which he carried proudly in his pocket n showed to every one he met. How I composed it is still a mystery to me 😛
Well it’s not the end of my follies as I have many such silly happenings in my life. If you like I can share with you next time. Until then keep smiling 🙂 Wish you all happiness and success in life.