I once had the back end of a spoon sticking out of my head.

Back end. That's the one you hold the spoon at. Yes, a table-spoon. Bara wala. Thrown across the room, over the dining-table. That's a 10-seater table, 5 feet across, 1.5 feet each side puts the total distance between me and Shabeeb Bhai at around 8 feet, give or take a few inches. Atleas that's the calculations I make now.

So, a table-spoon, fresh pulled out of the cutlery drawer, found itself flying across the room in a perfectly looping flight towards it's jungal-ki-ghaanss destination. It's flying and it's wondering "where am I headed today? I wonder if it's Fries. Maybe it's a plateful of chawal. Unfortunate, Little Not-So-Little Spoon didn't even know his own gruesome fate.

It didn't hurt initially. I mean I put my hand up and there it was just sticking out of my head. No pain. Just total freak-out!

It hurt when the damn thing got pulled out though. Blood all over!
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Then there was the time Shabeeb bhai decided Tooba baji's hand should look like a deep-pan pizza with extra cheese toppings. Putting a hot clothes iron on someone's hand is never a good idea.

Neither is sitting on a girls chest while you pound her and pull her hair out. Especially if she's younger then you. Bad Shabeeb! Bad Shabeeb!

...and put that knife down Tooba! Shabeeb just got off Tazeen and now you want to stab her?! Silly girl.
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Sohaib wants a gun. HA!