My Mom:
My ammi is a master of the art of bargaining, my mom is a favorite in the family when it comes to having a shopping take-along. She makes the best Pakistani food in the world, and knows exactly how much salt to put in the rice, which I can never figure out, darn. Also, she's been a very caring life partner to my dad, giving him the strength to continue at times when he loses all hope. Thanks for parathas and those crispy slaps in the middle of busy bazaar ammi.

My Dad:
He always told me when he's not around I'd miss him. And now when he's thousands of miles away, I do just that. He's a great man of honor, discipline and the notion of buying in bulk since it's cheaper that way. He went to LCP, part of the prestigious The London Institute. That's something very hard for me to top, but I'm trying. Thanks for motivation Agha Jee.

My Elder Brother:
Was a pure home grown spoiled brat until I left my parents. Not sure how he has changed since then, probably has, from how he sounds over the phone. For some mysterious reasons (black magic), he always used to have the better looking chick. Loves to act the handyman part and he's actually good at it too. Thanks for cutting up my Polo t-shirt, jackass.

My Younger Brother:
We never really got along much, because my dad always used to take his side, again, for some strange unknown reason. The low point of our relationship came when as kids I pretended being Bruce Lee's incarnation and kicked him in the nuts. My dad had to take him to the doctor for that/ Since I left he has presumed the role of the techie in the house, which is bad for him since he still has to buy his internet by the hours, thanks to the great bandwidth divide. Thanks for being an asshole most of the time.