IF FAMILY-Re.REUNION - Page 108

Originally posted by: CuteAreej

2-3 lives ...right Bhai jaan? 😆 😆 😆

yarrrrr itna b buzurg nai ha wo...2-3 lives?????????

he meant 2-3 yrs only..

adi.... chupe q baithe ho? nai pdte tmhe tamatr...bolo! &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p; &nbs p;

Originally posted by: adi_0112

Okay Guys...keep solving the puzzle...who knows what it can be...😉.

me making a move now...will be back after a short break...or 2-2.5 hours..

u guys enjoy....

Haila, aap chale...😭 😭

Zara puzzle ka answer mere ko PM kerte hoay jao na....Mujhe in bachon ko tang kerna hai..😆 😆 😉

Bacha toh sirf SDK hai memsaab.

All of you think think...think... hard.... 😆😆

Pata chal jaye toh mujhe bhi bata dena....and no EG..its not 2-3 years....

One fo you should definitely be able to get it...lekin lagta hain woh gaur nahi kar raha hain....

ciao....

okayy me going finally!i've my paper/exam at 8:00AM in d mrning..hmmmmmmm jst few hrs r left..n its 5:22 AM nw...gtg nww...! 🤢
catch ya soon..byes...n njoy! 😉 rack ur barins till adi revealz da dumb secret! 😆

Originally posted by: adi_0112

All of you think think...think... hard.... 😆😆

Pata chal jaye toh mujhe bhi bata dena....and no EG..its not 2-3 years....

One fo you should definitely be able to get it...lekin lagta hain woh gaur nahi kar raha hain....

ciao....

oy - I already had a PSAT messing with my head - and now this😭

2-3 24/7 stands for

2-3 24/7

😆

Dhoond tey rahe jayogey...😉

Originally posted by: adi_0112

😆

Dhoond tey rahe jayogey...😉

oy

It all started when my brother, Ron, and I, were in the living room and had an argument about who should've won the fight at school.
"John had that kid in a head-lock" my brother said
"That's cuz John hit the kid with a metal bar"
"The kid stabbed him with a pencil"
"John's a little retard, he started the fight by throwing his Math text book at the kid" I said.

Ron shoved me into the couch, and punched me in the stomach. "That's enough you two!" my mom yelled out as she was approaching us, "I've been hearing this crap ever since that fight in school. Now get ready, we have to go to Dan's birthday party." Dan was my 15 year old cousin, who acted all gangsta in school. Ron always spiked his hair when he goes out, you'd never see him without his hair spiked, except when he wakes up. I wore the usual black and white suit, as I do on many occasions such as this. Our dad took the new car to work, so we were stuck with the 1988 Honda, barely worked, and was almost out of gas. We got to Dan's place; he lived in a small house. "That's one ghetto house he got" Ron said as he got out of the car, slamming the door. Mom yelled at him for shutting the door so hard, it would've broken if he slammed it even a little harder. The car is old and very sensitive. As we entered, we got them stupid party hats. My brother always crumbled them up and threw 'em at me. It wasn't any different this time. I saw Dan at the Dining table playing poker with these 12 year olds. They were betting the toys they got in the when they entered. Ron went there. "Yo, sup ma brotha". My 5 year old nephew, Tiny Tim as we called him, heard this and ran over the place saying "yaw, soop me broda." I went to the garage to get some Pepsi and the cake that was in the fridge. I see our new 2001 Honda. At that moment, my dad comes in the garage "Hey Tom." He says this, takes a can of Pepsi from my hands and leaves. We cut the cake, sang the lame Happy Birthday Song, and started with the games.

Dan, Ron, and I went to Dan's room to play black jack. The kids games downstairs were boring. I win a few rounds, and get some toys. The door suddenly opened. It was this tall dark figure. The person turned the light on, and it was John. The kid who Ron and I argued over. He had this big scar on his face from the fight. Ron pushed me, and I fell over the bed, nearly smashing my head on the computer table. "Sit here John, and let's play" Ron said. I just stood behind Dan, staying as far away as possible from John. After some games, we went downstairs, Ron almost tripping me from the stairs, slid down the rail. John and Ron were about the same height, but Ron was much muscular. My dad told Ron to go with him to the grocery store to get food. I hopped in. "here's the list, split it up, and go get the things, and hurry" my dad said. Ron, like always, sped through the car into the store, and wasn't any slower in getting the food. He stole a snickers bar, he got me one two. On the way home, we saw these huge buildings. The Twin Towers or the World Trade Center. That's where my dad worked. When we got home, it was the usual, me and Ron fight over some stupid topic, takes like 30 minutes in the bathroom to get me annoyed, and goes to sleep. The next morning, we got up, and got ready for school. The bus always came late; because of the kid down the street, who take's like 5 hours to get on. As soon as I entered the class, I got hit by a paper ball. It's the "law" of the room. Who ever comes in 5 minutes after the early bell is hit with a paper ball. We got back out Beginning of the Year Projects. I got a 97. My friend always said "why dun u go to sum AP class", whenever I got the highest grade, which was often.

Later next week, my dad was late for work, and forgot his lunch at home. Since dad doesn't get home until 7 PM, and leaves at 5 AM. He worked at the middle portion of the taller building. When I woke up, I saw Ron eating breakfast. "Where's mom?" I asked in a dull way. My face was guised with an unkempt face. "Dad forgot lunch at home, so she went to go give it to him" It was a pretty long drive there. I had remembered that my English Short Story is due in 8 days. "She changed it to September 18, a day earlier" said Ron as he was eating. He was making up some test in my English class, so that's how he knows. The bus actually came early, the boy down the street was sick. I saw the side of the World Trade Center where my dad's office was everyday through the window in my Math Class. Mr. Lam, my Math teacher, was teaching us about the Sierpinski's Triangle. It was pretty boring. It was too early in the morning to do math. I look out the window, and see this bird flying towards the building. Mr. Lam calls on me to answer the question, I answer. I glance to the left a little (where the window is), and see smoke. I turn around and see another bird flying towards the collapsing building, and see more smoke. I thought I was in a deep dream. The whole class stands up ad gaped at the sky being adulterated with smoke, and the holocaustic panorama. My mind just went blank on what just happened. It was like I just got shot and didn't feel anything. I was tentative in making a conclusion on what I have just seen. I was like a volcano, about to erupt, but in tears. And at that instant, realized two plane crashed into the Towers. A kid stares at his dad's office, and next thing he sees, is that office being dissipated. There was complete silence in the classroom, the halls, the whole building was unpretentious. I detonated into tears. Wishing this was a dream. The whole school was evacuated, and Ron comes to me, also in a poignant manner. We were sent home, I was crying the whole way, and in the house. "SHUT UP. Let me think!!" Ron said. He called dad's work, no one picked up. "The building just got destroyed and you expect someone to pick up and say 'Good Morning'?!" I burst out saying. "WHEN I TELL YOU TO SHUT UP, YOU SHUT UP!" He threw an apple at me. He tried calling mom's cell, but it was on the Dining table. We continued calling our relatives, trying to find out where mom and dad were. There were fire trucks and cops all over the place. Every school was evacuated, and no one was allowed to come outside.

It was a horror movie for me. Seeing the death of dad, and mom no where to be seen. We continued calling all those we knew to find out where out Parent's were. I already had accepted the fact that dad was no more. Ron got mad every time I said that.

There was dead silence in the house. "Ring Ring Ring Ring" the phone rang. Ron picked it up.
"Hello" Ron said
"Hello" said the person on the phone

"Who is this?"
" yo-yo-yo-your"

"Yes?"

"your da-da-dad"
Ron furiously said "WHAT ABOUT MY DAD?!"
"Your dad is no more" said the voice as if it got rid of some 100 pound weight on his back
"WHAT!?" Ron said anxiously
"Your dad is no more, at the time of the incident, he was in the building"

The phone slept out of Ron's hands. Ron was as silent as a cat staring at a stranger. "What happened?" I asked
"You little piece of..."
I backed down
"dad's no more!"

There was a long pause…we started crying

Next month, Ron turned eight-teen, and was considered an adult. We moved to Lowell Massachusetts also that month. We lived in an apartment close to a high school. We got admitted with many complications. We immediately started looking for jobs, and Ron got permitted at Market Basket. I was qualified enough to work at Dunkin Donuts. 2 weeks of our Paycheck were enough to pay the rent and get enough food and clothes to survive. The school was pretty big in size and population. It was hard to live in Lowell, we knew nothing about Lowell, and had no relatives that lived here. In school, I made many new friends; Ron was in the some position. Everyday, when I walked home from school, I stay as far away from the building in front of it as possible. I wasn't at all tepid to live where I lived. We were saving up money to buy a house. It'd take 6 years with the jobs we had. To help make money, Ron and I entered as many competitions as we could that had prize money. In the month of October, we had made $1,000 just from these competitions. Poetry, Chess, etc. Later that week, I see Ron in this old used, but ghetto, car.
"where'd ya get this from?" I asked
" Bought it"
"WHAT!? Where'd u get the money?"
"The prize money"
I yelled at him. Ron doesn't like people yelling at him, especially when they're younger. We practically got into a fist fight after some quarrel. We didn't talk to each other for days. I was so upset that he spent that money in a stupid car.

Ron was witty person. He was intelligent, B's and mostly A's on his report cards. After that incident on 9/11, he had changed completely. He was doing worse in school, getting in useless arguments with me and staff at school.

The next day, as I walking to school, I saw Ron with these kids, smoking. I thought I was hallucinating. Ron would never smoke. Wouldn't even go near it. I ignored that, and perpetuating to school. I retrogressed to make sure I wasn't seeing what I thought I saw. Before I peeked to see the gang, Suny, my friend, called me. He was this intelligent sophomore in the same school went to. In math class, we got out tests back, and for once in my life, someone had gotten a higher test grade than me. I had failed. I stayed after school for some tutoring. As the teacher gave me a practice sheet, I saw Ron outside with these people. This time, my eyes weren't deceiving me. He scuttled to some kid, jabbed him in the jaw. He took the kid's backpack and through it the water. He almost through the kid in the water, but the people told him to stop. The people gave Ron some money. I was shocked. After tutoring, I ran home as fast as possible, and asked for explanation from Ron. He shoved me away from him, and he went out. I was walking towards the computer, and saw this black thing in Ron's pants on the floor. I scrutinized it more, and realized that it was a gun.

Ron dashes in, and takes the gun from me, and runs out.
These kinds of things do not shock me now. I have seen to many things like this in life, so it's just normal to me now. At night, Ron was still not home, so I went out for a walk. I see him beating up this kid. I hid behind a bush. I saw Ron taking out the gun, and pointing it at the kid. The kid took out some money and gave it to Ron. Ron let the kid go, but as soon as the kid got up, Ron shot him in the leg. That same night, I asked why Ron was doing that.
" Shut Up. It's none of yo bizness"

"it IS my business, you're my brother, and I have all the rights to know what your doing." I said.

He looked angrily at me, and then in a sad tone said "I'm doing this for us. You're a wimp to do what I'm doing, so you're no help. That Dunkin Donuts guy is gonna fire you. I got fired from MB. We have to make a living." Then in a sudden change of attitude, he yelled at me and told me to go to sleep. Ron was caught one day with a gun, and was expelled. I, from that day on, skipped school. I received a phone call, saying that Mom and Dad are alive. My face was blank; I yelled in anger "Don't joke like that you…" The phone suddenly got disconnected. "It had to be a joke" I said to myself. Out residence and information was given to only Dan's family and Dan wouldn't tell anybody this. We received these kinds of calls often, it was either Ron, or me, swearing at the caller and hanging up. Ron wanted to quit the gang, as he made enough money. He made $10,000 from the gang, and 3 jobs a day. He also sold the $1,000 car to some one for $2.500. Ron was a guy who can convince almost anybody. We had saved up enough money to buy a house, but instead, we went back to out house in New York. No one came to know about this. There was still much chaos in the city. We were back to our daily lives, waking up, argument with brother, breakfast, school, home, homework, more arguments, and then to sleep. Ron's academic status was regained. He was able to focus more in school and was on the Honor Roll all the time. My name was once again on the top students list.

We barely had any phone calls except one day; we received a call from Lowell. It was from the post office, saying that we received a mail. They sent us the mail. It was a letter saying that mom and dad were alive, Ron got mad, that he burned the letter, and almost started a fire in the house. We went to Dan's house, but no one was there.

I switched out of my math class, because everyday, it felt like my dad's office was attacked by a plane. The deficient building was staring at me through the window, and it wasn't a happy feeling.

Ron was clever. This time, he didn't sell a car for twice the price as he bought it, but saved us from paying the bills of the house for 3 months. I had no idea how he did it, but it was one of the smartest things he'd done in his life.

One evening, when Ron was watching 50 Cent on MTV, and I was doing my Trigonometry homework, someone knocked on the door. I got up to get it as I knew Ron would tell me to. Just like when I saw John at Dan's house during the B-Day party, I saw 2 tall dark things at the door. I turned on the outside light, and I nearly fainted because of what I saw.
"Hello son" said the man and women I saw.
Ron jumped out of his chair with a knife in a hand when he heard it. He thought it was some guy that was gonna attack them. He dropped the knife, and gaped at the people.

"d-d-d-d-dad!"
"m-m-m-m-mom!"

Now I knew that I had died, or was sleeping. I touched the person, and it was real. Ron and I hugged mom and dad. We were on them with such obsession as a monkey running after a banana.
"HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!" I yelled

Dad explained everything "Well, as you know, on the day of the terrible attack, I had forgotten my lunch. I was coming home to get it because I had the permission from my boss to do so. I saw mom and the old '88 Honda, so pulled over. The car had broken down. Since we were going back home, we decided why not go to a restaurant right near the Trade Center. We had delicious food. Then we saw these two jets crashing into the building as we got out of the restaurant. We ran was fast as we could, get in the car and stayed in. A big chunk of the building fell straight on the trunk of the car. I and your mother were hurt, but it was a minor injury. Then realized I couldn't walk, and ur mother was bleeding seriously on her head. We were sent to hospital, and had to rest there for a month. We tried contacting you, but no one picked up at home. When we were discharged, Dan told us all about you guys. The lines were so bad at home, which we made Dan call, but he said that you guys sweared at him, and hung up. We sent a letter. There was no reply, and we went to Lowell ourselves. We realized you moved back here, so we came home, and here we are"

Ron and I were crying and as well as cracking up. That Christmas, we moved to Lowell, and decided to stay there for good. Never again, had there been an argument in our lives. Ron and I also learned an important lesson: "That the impact of an impulsive behavior is more dangerous than that of a decision we have made without complete thought". In every situation, Ron and I, as well as mom and dad, thought twice of what they were deciding. The family as a whole was a happy family at the end.

read it!!!

Originally posted by: adi_0112

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Dhoond tey rahe jayogey...😉

Adiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !😡😡.......m sure ye koi intellect type of chee z nai hai....zrorrr koi bht bdi.. Bongiii hogi!!!!!!!!

SDK wth was that?? and Ron??? hhmmmm 😡