“Aren’t you feeling sleepy? It's almost two in the morning” – my dad asked me as we walked into my uncle’s living room.
I knew he didn’t really expect me to go to sleep after a night at the temple festival. My cousins and I had spent the entire evening running around the temple compound, ogling at the toy stalls and sweet meat vendors. It was an annual event for us every February that lasted three to four days. After spending at least four hours at the temple grounds, we would come back to our ancestral home where my uncle, dad’s elder brother, and his family are currently living. It would be well past midnight by then. My aunt would have arranged temporary beds in the main hall for me and my cousins. This year wasn't any different.
"You know that we aren't going to sleep right away," I replied with an impish smile.
After washing up, my cousins, and I huddled together in our makeshift beds in the hall, eager to listen to the annual storytelling session. My dad and uncle were excellent storytellers, weaving tales of pagan deities, beings that existed in-between worlds and the human beings who had the misfortune of encountering them.
"Did you know that your grandmother, our mother, had a twin sister?" My uncle was settling down comfortably on the couch nursing a whiskey.
I had heard about my grandmother's twin sister who passed away when they were just 16. I guess I wasn’t old enough to give it much thought then.
“Oh I’ve heard about her!” exclaimed Ranjit, the elder cousin.
“Well, did you know how she died?” my uncle asked with a sombre tone.
All three of us kids fell silent. The patter of rain outside the house was interrupted only by the distant rumble of thunder. We sat huddled on our beds, under the cosy safety of the blankets. Uncle was savouring the effect of the pause, which was made eerier by the weather outside.
“Your grandmother, Ratna, had a twin sister, and her name was Swarna,” uncle continued. “They were fraternal twins and couldn't be any more different from each other. Your grandmother was a soft-spoken person, who was always the obedient daughter. She was constantly helping her mother in the kitchen, doing the odd chores and was considered the more ‘conventional’ twin. Swarna, on the other hand, was more of a tomboy. She was always running around the countryside, picking fights with boys and returning home with skinned knees in the evening. Their parents always scolded her for not being more like her sister.”
My cousins and I j
... keep reading on reddit ➡The greatest fears that plague your mind often take hold of it during your childhood years. They grow with you until the logic and reason that comes with age bury it somewhere deep in your sub-conscience. It bides time until the child in you takes over your reason.
I grew up listening to stories of the supernatural from my parents and grandparents from my father's side. It was hard to avoid the general atmosphere of mystery and myth if you visit your father's home every summer to live with your cousins and grandparents in the temple town of Ettumanoor. A temple town situated in the South Indian state of Kerala, Ettumanoor is surrounded by several Hindu temples, with the Shiva temple being the main and largest of the town. People's lives always revolve around the temple. I used to look forward to the couple of weeks that I could spend in this quaint old town, running around the rubber plantations and backyard shrubs with my two cousin brothers. We had the typical 90's childhood, building clubhouses in the backyard, throwing stones at the mango tree and pretending to be chased by kidnappers. It was fun. My cousins were a year younger and older to me, me being the middle one. It was refreshing to spend time in the countryside.
Being a temple town, Ettumanoor came with its more than fair share of suburban legends revolving around the deities and temples of the town. The common one being the night lights that seem to float a few feet above the ground and apparently travelling between temple to temple. They appear as white glowing balls of energy at least a foot in diameter. Almost all the residents of the town swear they have seen them at least once in their lifetime. Both my parents and grandparents have seen these "traverses" - as the locals call it. These are the more benign of the supernatural occurrences of Ettumanoor.
It happened when I was about ten. I had come to visit my ancestral home for the summer holiday. We were building our usual clubhouse around a huge tree in our back yard. This is the time when my cousins and I update each other on whatever was happening in our lives (we haven't even heard of internet in India at that time, it was early 90's). My elder cousin started talking about the increased weird stuff that had been happening lately. Nobody came out of their homes after nine at night.
Our domestic help, Vasu, a 32-year-old man who used to help with outdoor chores was down with a high fever. Apparently, he had seen something at night wh
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I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.
Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.
Do your worst!
I'm surprised it hasn't decade.
For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.
I said "hey look, an escaPEA"
No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!
Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂
It really does, I swear!
They’re on standbi
Pilot on me!!
Nothing, he was gladiator.
Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.
This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.
If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.
Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.
What did 0 say to 8 ?
" Nice Belt "
So What did 3 say to 8 ?
" Hey, you two stop making out "
I won't be doing that today!
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This morning, my 4 year old daughter.
Daughter: I'm hungry
Me: nerves building, smile widening
Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.
She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.
Thank you all for listening.
You take away their little brooms
There hasn't been a post all year!
“Aren’t you feeling sleepy? It's almost two in the morning” – my dad asked me as we walked into my uncle’s living room.
I knew he didn’t really expect me to go to sleep after a night at the temple festival. My cousins and I had spent the entire evening running around the temple compound, ogling at the toy stalls and sweet meat vendors. It was an annual event for us every February that lasted three to four days. After spending at least four hours at the temple grounds, we would come back to our ancestral home where my uncle, dad’s elder brother, and his family are currently living. It would be well past midnight by then. My aunt would have arranged temporary beds in the main hall for me and my cousins. This year wasn't any different.
"You know that we aren't going to sleep right away," I replied with an impish smile.
After washing up, my cousins, and I huddled together in our makeshift beds in the hall, eager to listen to the annual storytelling session. My dad and uncle were excellent storytellers, weaving tales of pagan deities, beings that existed in-between worlds and the human beings who had the misfortune of encountering them.
"Did you know that your grandmother, our mother, had a twin sister?" My uncle was settling down comfortably on the couch nursing a whiskey.
I had heard about my grandmother's twin sister who passed away when they were just 16. I guess I wasn’t old enough to give it much thought then.
“Oh I’ve heard about her!” exclaimed Ranjit, the elder cousin.
“Well, did you know how she died?” my uncle asked with a sombre tone.
All three of us kids fell silent. The patter of rain outside the house was interrupted only by the distant rumble of thunder. We sat huddled on our beds, under the cosy safety of the blankets. Uncle was savouring the effect of the pause, which was made eerier by the weather outside.
“Your grandmother, Ratna, had a twin sister, and her name was Swarna,” uncle continued. “They were fraternal twins and couldn't be any more different from each other. Your grandmother was a soft-spoken person, who was always the obedient daughter. She was constantly helping her mother in the kitchen, doing the odd chores and was considered the more ‘conventional’ twin. Swarna, on the other hand, was more of a tomboy. She was always running around the countryside, picking fights with boys and returning home with skinned knees in the evening. Their parents always scolded her for not being more like her sister.”
My cousins and I
... keep reading on reddit ➡The greatest fears that plague your mind often take hold of it during your childhood years. They grow with you until the logic and reason that comes with your age buries it somewhere deep in your sub conscience. It bides time until the child in you takes over your reason.
I grew up listening to stories of the supernatural from my parents and grandparents from my father's side. It was hard to avoid the general atmosphere of mystery and myth if you visit your father's home every summer to live with your cousins and grandparents in the temple town of Ettumanoor. A temple town situated in the the South Indian state of Kerala, Ettumanoor is surrounded by a number of Hindu temples, with the Shiva temple being the main and largest of the town. People's lives always revolves round the temple. I used to look forward to the couple of weeks that I could spend in this quaint old town, running around the rubber plantations and backyard shrubs with my two cousin brothers. We had the typical 90's childhood, building club houses in the backyard, throwing stones at the mango tree and pretending to be chased by kidnappers. It was fun. My cousins were a year younger and older to me, me being the middle one. It was refreshing to spend time in the countryside.
Being a temple town, Ettumanoor came with its more than fair share of sub-urban legends revolving around the deities and temples of the town. The common one being the night lights that seem to float a few feet above the ground and apparently travelling between temple to temple. They appear as white glowing balls of energy at least a feet in diameter. Almost all the residents of the town swear they have seen them at-least once in their lifetime. Both my parents and grandparents have seen these "traverses" - as the locals call it. These are the more benign of the supernatural occurrences of Ettumanoor.
It happened when I was about ten. I had come to visit my ancestral home for the summer holiday. We were building our usual club house around a huge tree in our back yard. This is the time when me and my cousins update each other on whatever was happening in our lives (we haven't even heard of internet in India at that time, it was early 90's). My elder brother started talking about the increased supernatural activities that had been happening lately. Nobody came out of their homes after nine at night.
Our domestic
... keep reading on reddit ➡The greatest fears that plague your mind often take hold of it during your childhood years. They grow with you until the logic and reason that comes with your age buries it somewhere deep in your sub conscience. It bides time until the child in you takes over your reason.
I grew up listening to stories of the supernatural from my parents and grandparents from my father's side. It was hard to avoid the general atmosphere of mystery and myth if you visit your father's home every summer to live with your cousins and grandparents in the temple town of Ettumanoor. A temple town situated in the South Indian state of Kerala, Ettumanoor is surrounded by several Hindu temples, with the Shiva temple being the main and largest of the town. People's lives always revolve round the temple. I used to look forward to the couple of weeks that I could spend in this quaint old town, running around the rubber plantations and backyard shrubs with my two cousin brothers. We had the typical 90's childhood, building club houses in the backyard, throwing stones at the mango tree and pretending to be chased by kidnappers. It was fun. My cousins were a year younger and older to me, me being the middle one. It was refreshing to spend time in the countryside.
Being a temple town, Ettumanoor came with its more than fair share of sub-urban legends revolving around the deities and temples of the town. The common one being the night lights that seem to float a few feet above the ground and apparently travelling between temple to temple. They appear as white glowing balls of energy at least a foot in diameter. Almost all the residents of the town swear they have seen them at-least once in their lifetime. Both my parents and grandparents have seen these "traverses" - as the locals call it. These are the more benign of the supernatural occurrences of Ettumanoor.
It happened when I was about ten. I had come to visit my ancestral home for the summer holiday. We were building our usual club house around a huge tree in our back yard. This is the time when me and my cousins update each other on whatever was happening in our lives (we haven't even heard of internet in India at that time, it was early 90's). My elder brother started talking about the increased supernatural activities that had been happening lately. Nobody came out of their homes after nine at night.
Our domestic help, Vasu, a 32-year-old man who used to help with outdoor chores was down with a high fever. Apparently, he ha
... keep reading on reddit ➡The greatest fears that plague your mind often take hold of it during your childhood years. They grow with you until the logic and reason that comes with your age buries it somewhere deep in your sub conscience. It bides time until the child in you takes over your reason.
I grew up listening to stories of the supernatural from my parents and grandparents from my father's side. It was hard to avoid the general atmosphere of mystery and myth if you visit your father's home every summer to live with your cousins and grandparents in the temple town of Ettumanoor. A temple town situated in the the South Indian state of Kerala, Ettumanoor is surrounded by a number of Hindu temples, with the Shiva temple being the main and largest of the town. People's lives always revolves round the temple. I used to look forward to the couple of weeks that I could spend in this quaint old town, running around the rubber plantations and backyard shrubs with my two cousin brothers. We had the typical 90's childhood, building club houses in the backyard, throwing stones at the mango tree and pretending to be chased by kidnappers. It was fun. My cousins were a year younger and older to me, me being the middle one. It was refreshing to spend time in the countryside.
Being a temple town, Ettumanoor came with its more than fair share of sub-urban legends revolving around the deities and temples of the town. The common one being the night lights that seem to float a few feet above the ground and apparently travelling between temple to temple. They appear as white glowing balls of energy at least a feet in diameter. Almost all the residents of the town swear they have seen them at-least once in their lifetime. Both my parents and grandparents have seen these "traverses" - as the locals call it. These are the more benign of the supernatural occurrences of Ettumanoor.
It happened when I was about ten. I had come to visit my ancestral home for the summer holiday. We were building our usual club house around a huge tree in our back yard. This is the time when me and my cousins update each other on whatever was happening in our lives (we haven't even heard of internet in India at that time, it was early 90's). My elder brother started talking about the increased supernatural activities that had been happening lately. Nobody came out of their homes after nine at night.
Our domestic he
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