I don't want much.
Just someone who's 6 foot plus, good looking, dresses decently and has a nice smile
Someone who's got an IQ that's higher than mine, is smarter and more sorted out than me (academically) and has ICSE english.
Someone with a great sense of humour, who can cheer me up, has some sort of experience with moody women. Has a streak of craziness and can sweep me off my feet once in a while.
Someone who will see me through my quest for higher education, will help me get where I should go and give me a whack on the head when I need it.
Someone who owns some good property, is good with money and patient with kids.
Very important, someone who would understand my need for space and closeness.
And finally, he should be a Telugu Vaidiki (can be compromised) Brahmin not of the same gotram, year of birth between 1977 and 1980, horoscopes must match please
Any takers?
:-P
Monday, February 13, 2006
80-20
80 percent of all marriage costs are incurred because of 20 percent of the guests invited.
It's a fact.
Don't believe me? Here we go, Come a week early, camp at the 'shaadi ka ghar' get the shaadi party to book the ticket, get a couple of saris from either side, come back on a free ticket, attend a reception at a nice 3-s star hotel and finally before packing up
Hey, this sounds familiar... :-)
Weddings are fun!
~ Me
It's a fact.
Don't believe me? Here we go, Come a week early, camp at the 'shaadi ka ghar' get the shaadi party to book the ticket, get a couple of saris from either side, come back on a free ticket, attend a reception at a nice 3-s star hotel and finally before packing up
Hey, this sounds familiar... :-)
Weddings are fun!
~ Me
Sunday, January 22, 2006
My Latest Woe
Is a guy from some random IIT who seems to be doing a PhD somewhere who wants to become a professor in an IIT...
Hmm... sounds good.
Should find him a nice girl.
Anyway, the one thing that hurts the most is the discussions my parents have in deciding when and how to display me to the parents.
Hmm...
That's it. If you know me, you can see the expression on my face.
~ Me
Hmm... sounds good.
Should find him a nice girl.
Anyway, the one thing that hurts the most is the discussions my parents have in deciding when and how to display me to the parents.
Hmm...
That's it. If you know me, you can see the expression on my face.
~ Me
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Sari Shoppin'
I realise I have deviated from the original mission of this blog. This is supposed to be an entertaining space. Not a place for me to talk about louve.
Anyway, these past few weeks, I have been going shaadi shopping with my parents every sunday. I assure you, it is a very traumatic experience...
I did not know we had this many relatives. Ok, I did know they all existed but I didn't know all (and I mean all, including my mom's cousins stepmother) of them need to be gifted saris.
So, anyway, there are all these grades of relatives. Some who deserve brocade-gold zari-fine silk saris (description sounds more dramatic than pattu sari hence the usage) Some who deserve the silk but not the gold. Some to whom gifting brocade might seem inappropriate. Some who dont wear silk anymore because they're 'old'. One or two who we are not sure deserve saris but can't miss out because their cousins might be getting one. And many we're trying to mend relations with by gifting pretty saris to. After all, they're the ones who need to help fix up my marriage...
Now, here starts the fun part. How much do we spend on a single sari? Where do we buy them? What is the complexion of the lady in question? Should the ladiej get a choice? Should all saris of a certain grade be spread out in front of all those women and should they be given a chance to pick?
We're not sure. After all, what if X picks the sari that would look good on Y? What if the dark colours are done in the end and a dark lady is left with a yellow sari? Good God!
It has led to many a heated discussion at home. Mostly ending with my parents pouncing on my anti-social (would love to know what they classify a terrorist as) traits when I suggest we drop this whole sari business alltogether...
Anyhow. Tomorrow will be a better day. Because tomorrow, we're going to buy a sari for me.... And Heaven take pity on us because even our neighbours know by now that the three of us cannot agree on even a common toothpaste...
More entertainment tomorrow.
Luv
Me
Anyway, these past few weeks, I have been going shaadi shopping with my parents every sunday. I assure you, it is a very traumatic experience...
I did not know we had this many relatives. Ok, I did know they all existed but I didn't know all (and I mean all, including my mom's cousins stepmother) of them need to be gifted saris.
So, anyway, there are all these grades of relatives. Some who deserve brocade-gold zari-fine silk saris (description sounds more dramatic than pattu sari hence the usage) Some who deserve the silk but not the gold. Some to whom gifting brocade might seem inappropriate. Some who dont wear silk anymore because they're 'old'. One or two who we are not sure deserve saris but can't miss out because their cousins might be getting one. And many we're trying to mend relations with by gifting pretty saris to. After all, they're the ones who need to help fix up my marriage...
Now, here starts the fun part. How much do we spend on a single sari? Where do we buy them? What is the complexion of the lady in question? Should the ladiej get a choice? Should all saris of a certain grade be spread out in front of all those women and should they be given a chance to pick?
We're not sure. After all, what if X picks the sari that would look good on Y? What if the dark colours are done in the end and a dark lady is left with a yellow sari? Good God!
It has led to many a heated discussion at home. Mostly ending with my parents pouncing on my anti-social (would love to know what they classify a terrorist as) traits when I suggest we drop this whole sari business alltogether...
Anyhow. Tomorrow will be a better day. Because tomorrow, we're going to buy a sari for me.... And Heaven take pity on us because even our neighbours know by now that the three of us cannot agree on even a common toothpaste...
More entertainment tomorrow.
Luv
Me
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Indistinguishable
That's what all those matches that they keep contemplating are. By 'they' I mean, of course, not only my parents but also a whole buch of nosey relatives.
There's the scene in Kal Ho Na Ho where Naina's dadi gets all these matches in the mail and says, "Kitne change munde hain teeno ke teenon" and Naina gets worked up and says, "Teen? Sab ek hi toh lagte hain!!!"
Ejjactly my opinion. The IIT's change, the Phamily's location changes, the MS ka university changes... But they're all the same. Same as everyone else. Same as me, same as you, same as the entire world.
There's the scene in Kal Ho Na Ho where Naina's dadi gets all these matches in the mail and says, "Kitne change munde hain teeno ke teenon" and Naina gets worked up and says, "Teen? Sab ek hi toh lagte hain!!!"
Ejjactly my opinion. The IIT's change, the Phamily's location changes, the MS ka university changes... But they're all the same. Same as everyone else. Same as me, same as you, same as the entire world.
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