The reading window

I was sitting in my reading window, reading the book “wedding”, thinking how a person can re-love a person, as the author thinks to court his wife again after 30 years of their marriage.

Whenever I read any book, there have been people who are very close to me, has felt so frustrated and irritated that they would shout on me to stop it. But I can’t once I begin with a book. The reason for each member would be different in saying so. Parents felt that I ignored my studies or work; friends felt I ignored talking to them when I get lost in the world of books and my sis would often say, the book you are reading gets reflected in your language & attitude.

While reading I looked out of the window, and was wondering how has all this happened? The life, which has ever been so rough, the up’s and downs of life being so huge, yet I achieved everything, the way I wanted and all are living happily. I was sitting in the window wondering this when I was bought a cup of coffee and shooted with a question “Do you want to take leave and sleep or get ready and go to office? I smiled back saying I will go to office.” I managed to read the book all night and complete it. I wanted to celebrate my achievement than taking leave and sleep.

I knew it was out of frustration that he was asking this question, but I knew, Now that I have finished the book, few hours or may be few days and everything will be all right.

When we were driving down to office, he asked, what do find so interesting in the books that you feel like ignoring me? He doesn’t like reading novels; it’s all the management stuff or newspaper which he reads. I also read that kind of stuff; however with novels I live my life. I didn’t bother to answer to the question he asked, as I was still in the life of my novel and asked, “have you ever of thought of courting me again?” and he was in the normal world and didn’t answer back. Was a pretty normal reaction, I ignored his question and he ignored mine. :-)

The thought didn’t go out of my mind. The author was so romantic and I also felt I should do something to revive the dull life of ours, where we have lost the excitement of meeting which we once had.

Well it’s easier to give surprises to a person, whose reaction would be good, but as far as he is concerned, COMPLETELY UNPREDICTABLE. Well even I am, but my unpredictability is because of happenings around, which gets reflected in my mood. If I would go out for a team lunch, I would be happy when I am backing home. When I would have hell out of work, which I would have brought back home to complete, don’t expect me to be cool. But he was always unpredictable, irrespective of things around.

We don’t forget the special days like birthdays of each other like author did, but we don’t make them very special either, for once we used to. I used to think for months to do something special, and he used to always give me shocks on the special occasions as gifts, but I got so used to these that any shock no longer is shock for me and so isn’t there any excitement. We have two keys, so whoever would come home first would cook for both out of the defined schedule of menu, put in the wall of my kitchen. I know, throwing shoes or chappals off wherever in the house mean a fight next morning, as he is more of a cleanliness freak than me, and want them to be put in the stand as soon as we enter home. So I have got used to putting them in rack as soon as I entered.

But today I wanted to do something. Even if he was in bad mood after returning from work, I wanted to tell him, I don’t want to live life, I wanted to enjoy life. I messaged, “not coming home, staying at Radhika’s place, has all school friends meet at her home tonight”. It was normal for him, as I am used to staying at my sister and friends place during the cricket matches and at times their respective husbands would choose to stay at my home, so that we wouldn’t disturb them from watching match and they wouldn’t disturb our sleep or gossips.

I had decided to give him a shock, so almost after an hour of my usual arrival time, I reached home, opened the door with my keys and I banged on with his shoes, wanted to shout, but I smiled thinking he don’t keep them in rack in my absence. I opened our room door, and HE WAS READING the NOVEL “Wedding”. He looked up in shock and asked, “You were to stay at your friends home right?” I replied,” I was missing you, looking at the book in his hand”. Asked in complete shock “you are reading the book? He smiled back and said, wanted to know how the author courted his wife again. I couldn’t resist smiling and he didn’t stop with that, “by the way do you know I read all the books immediately after you finish reading them in your absence.” I was stunned, knowing him for so many years, I didn’t even think about this secret he had been hiding. I asked “but why” to which he said “wanted to know what do find so interesting in the books that you feel like ignoring me?” I said you can never understand that, and he pleaded and said, tell me why, I said “why I liked to read novel is see the frustration in your face, wondering I am neglecting you. So it’s not the novel that’s interesting but your reaction when I am reading them.”

Express what you feel. We develop understanding with time, but we can’t define understanding as love. Recreate love and relive your life again, as we have only one life by default, but to live again and again is the option left with us.

Note: The story is purely imaginative and any resemblance to any person or incident is fictions.

full on full stop's

Before joining wipro my take about my life was very casual and all my message and mails never ended with a full stop but went on with “……….” And can say, I was a full on full stopper. Even words never happened to have right spellings and I never cared. One fine day (assuming fine, it was rather superfine) I was asked to join the corporate world, the wipro world where life takes place on mails (about which I was completely unaware of).

When I was in college people and friends used to say “ long term relationships never works and I always opposed them or kept quiet and when I went on arguments they used to ask how can people be in a relationship without actually meeting in meeting person , just over the chats messages , calls and mail? I was like ……… as in I went quiet, without knowing what am I supposed to argue back. Let it happen with those happening and let it not with those it doesn’t.

After joining wipro, I learnt how to send mails, I don’t know if I actually learnt it right, but I can say I am managing to write mails and to say life, the virtual life is going on.

And today when I go back to read my blogs, I see the full stops….question marks ??????and letters and spelling difference. Blogs had thousand’s of these extra full stops and question marks. And now has got reduced to one full stop and one question in corporate style, and believe me for first few months, I used to feel so bad that my college never taught me email etiquette and wished they had so that I could have avoided this initial tensions of writing official E-mails.

And another fine day, I was sitting at office and readings blogs. Well that’s official blog site of wipro, that’s something we are allowed to and have access to. I always preferred to write my own blogs, but off late looking for some motivation and in search of topics to write, I started reading them. And today I came across an interesting poem whose title was “Ok, A full Stop”

As I was reading this poem I was thinking what if I put more than one full stop? And then I wondered more than one full stop leads to continuity. I just couldn’t resist but to open a word document (well I have become an excel’iite, I mean excel using person since the time I joined wipro), but today I opened word document and I had put one “.” In the first line and in the second line”……….” And I wondered on the full stop means end and full stop’s represents the continuity of life.

I started to think, what was the last thing in life that I had put a full stop to? Well the thing I am referring to is life’s instances and not the literary words. Ironically I understood that when I was casual (the person described in first Para), when my sentences never had a one full stop, but always had full stop’s leading to continuity , I was actually able to put full stops to real life situations. I was casual, but that attitude let me get over with something. People loved that Sharanya in me putting full on full stops… but giving a full stop to what she never wanted.

But now in reality, when i am not casual towards life, giving full stop only in sentences and talk to people with sympathy or empathy and not being casual, those whom I want to love me, hates me and I am in life not able to put one full stop in actual situation. I am clinging on to things, I want them to go one, move ahead the way I want, which never is, I am not able to control anything and I am not able to forget things or accept things………………….and finally the I am back to my full on full stops not because of casualness but out of frustration that I was better off with them rather than just a full stop in the sentences and not able to put full stops in life and start with a new sentence!!!!!!

But the perceptions once formed never changes, people here think I am one full stop kinds, and those of whom, who know me as full on full stopper, never think, I tend to change, reason I still don’t understand myself.

The full on full stopper in me had taught people to live, don’t just put one full stop….put more and see how life goes on…. made their lives move ahead, now they don’t understand that I am not able to put a single full stop because the full on full stopper got lost in this corporate world! I want full stops from your end to move forward in life but you have already put a full stop for me!

My strength and my weakness

Well today I don’t know what to write and where to start. At times the kid in each one of us comes into action and we tend to do naughty acts or we cry or we laugh as if there is no one watching me, if at they are, they are going to do the same looking at my response. The kid in me today wanted me to perform some naughty act, the kid in me wanted to cry as I used to when I was hungry. Well I cry even now when I am hungry, as I never realize that I am crying because I am hungry. So when I call my mom and cry, she don’t talk, she asks one question “ khana khaya?” I will say “ nahi” and she will say “ pehle u eat something then we will talk” and beep beep beep…..phone gets disconnected. Intially I used to feel really frustrated and call back immediately and scream “ mujhe abhi baat karna hai ma” and later she never used to pick my phone immediately. aakhir mein beti hun to she is my mom and knows me better.

Every mom supports the kid, feels bad for the kid, but since my childhood, even if I used to suffer from fever, my mom would give me medicines and would empathize and never sympathize. As a kid I used to feel bad that mom never understands me. I must say, there have been so much of difficult times, mom would confidently say “ I will handle the situation alone” or “ everything will be fine”, her one strong statement, if not things were actually fine, we would make it fine because ma believes it would be fine.

And whenever we have to buy something’s, final approval used to be moms. So we would first convince pa and then three of us (me, Lavanya and pa) would set out in our own styles to convince mom. Right from car to a book, we would have to convince, however the intensity and time taken would differ. And in this whole story of convincement, I always was on the weaker or may be stronger; I don’t know how to put it. I never asked mom, I always told her, this is what I want, this is what I am going to do, on the other hand, Lavanya’s things always went with a question mark to mom, shall I do this? Shall I go there and then things would be freaky full of discussions and confusions as usual.

This time when I went to Delhi in April, things were different, a mom who always was strong and I look forward to in any difficult circumstances, was not the situation. Well I don’t know its because of ma or because of me as I said, this time I didn’t say I want this, or this is what my plans are like. And rather I also went and stood with thousands of question mark in my mind. Yes one thing I knew was, I don’t have to worry about home, ma would take care of everything’s, later I realized I don’t have to take care of me, ma. And believe me, this thought had changed my looks and approach towards my life. When I was going to Delhi I was feeling as though I am 30 year old and my life has come to end, just possessing responsibilities and tensions and ironically when I returned everyone commented, you are looking so young “ what did you do in Delhi” and my answer was “ I forgot all my worries”.

At the same time I realized, it not just me who look forward for something, but ma also looks forward for something from me and some different things from Lavanya (have to mention , being twins). She asked to me take her to flat which we had booked, or rather she wanted to show that to me. And to my ultimate disappointment I came back home screaming “ kahan gaon me jakar book kiya” and she said, “what can we do? You both (me and sis) were not here to take the decision and we had to take one”. I went quite…i realized she wanted my opinion too, not as always,just me wanting her decisions and looking forward for the strength, which she always gave us. And this time it was my opportunity, two days we searched out all options and had come to some decisions. Don’t know right or wrong, but its all our joint ones, so every one is happy.

But within all these confusions and mess I realized as much as mom is my strength, she is my weakness; through out my life,I told her everything, because I knew I was right. But then when i had to take my life's decisions,I got confused, I also went to her with a question mark about my life. By now she was so used to,of me telling her my decisions and always accepting happily , I realized mom expected me to tell all my major decisions of my life rather than asking her, so that she would happily accept them. By I thought mom would not like the decision and messed and later realized I who was her strength has become her weakness and she whom I thought to be my strength actually was my weakness that I took such decisions.

Well I thought I should dedicate a blog to my mother on this mothers day!and want to say “ mom you are my strength and my weakness too! I love you!” and she would never read this as she always look at my blogs and say “ bohot lamba hai re, I don’t want to read”. :-)

Change managers

Change management was a topic about which I had studied during my post graduation and can say I am experiencing it real time now. Today being in office when I see a lady boss, handling so many men working under her, I seriously admire that fact.

O.k. a warning in the beginning of my blog, for men, please don’t read this blog, you would hate it in the end.

Well the first two sentences were absolutely irrelevant, but now that I have given a warning signal to men, I can bring the relevance that women are better change managers as compared to men. I see women handling changes every day in their lives, they have to change the recipe they cook every day, but men take the same route to drive down to office, assuming that women cook at home and men go to office. But in today’s scenario when women also go to office (going to office is a change in the lives of women as compared to prehistoric days) which we have accepted as easily, but can men stop going to office to manage household like women? If they can I would say men are better change managers.lol

As usual changing on from the title and moving on my favorite topic of matrimony, a subject I love to write on, but hate to discuss on. What are the changes that a woman has to face when she gets married unlike men? Lately I had by mistake discussed same topic with a friend and he came to defend, it is as difficult for men after marriage to handle things as women. My next question was like how can you prove? And the answer was to balance between his family and wife. Ha! One thing and that too men can’t do, I am sure and that’s the reason that a mother in law and daughter in law often land up fighting, unlike a son in law and father in law fighting. Have you ever heard of the second scenario dude?

Change of house, change of family members. Change of maid. Maid is person who is very close to a woman after her family, even before husband. At times there is also a change of place, if not then at least change of route to go back home every day. Change of daily routines, no two families can have same schedules and routines ever. Change of eating habits. Above all the biggest change, you have to handle one more person other than your own self, as the person has been handled by mom throughout these years.

And the irony is mother of the guy becomes possessive that the girl is replacing my position. I swear mothers of the guy are far more confused these days than ever. They don’t know what they want. If they don’t allow the girl to work, the mother in-law ego gets hurt, and if she does, the mother ego of hers is hurt. But as I said women are change managers, mother in law being women changes or the girl changes, one has to win, whoever it may be. But hello, the fight is on because of a guy, who must be happily watching match, eating and drinking as though nothing on this earth has ever changed and wondering why these two women are fighting, never able to solve the fight.

Cool yea I am able to write so well on this topic of marriage that I will win over shobha de’s book on truth about marriage! ;-)!

Diverting from the topic of marriage, in real day life, it is said women are the best managers as they play multiple roles of a mother, daughter, wife, sister and many more. Yes I agree men also have equally many roles, but I am talking about managing the roles and not just possessing the roles. How is managing and change related? Well the fact managing each role requires a woman to change her role, which happens within fraction of seconds while performing the tasks. In office ask a man, to control his smoking habits, a change, he can’t do. You impose thousands of rules for men to change their habits, but nah! They would find some loopholes and time in between to continue with a habit, which is so very bad for them. Alright, can say that’s not a habit that we are trying to change but an addiction, and so can’t be changed. How many of you can change your topic that is talked with colleagues every day? I absolutely have no idea, of on what topics men talk, but we women can talk on thousands of new topics every day. Change! Yes change management in terms of topic which on the other hand changes the mood and we don’t need a holiday that changes our mood!

Make a man sit in front the system and observe what he does? No change in what he did yesterday or the topic he searched yesterday. But women can search thousand different topics, and that’s what enhances our creativity and innovation. Change leading to creativity. But men can’t change, so no creativity.

And now above all, after warning I have made, there would have been men who would have read the blog, because as I said men can never change!!!!!!

I am sorry, i didnt say a goodbye, because i wanted to see your anger when we meet again!I love you!

I went inside and he was standing right at the gate shouting at me as he was very angry and also sad (the reason of which I came to know later although). As soon the gate was opened, I just stood, was scared as to how he will react? It has been months that I have seen him and he did nothing but just stared at me and went back inside the house and slept. I said nothing and as usual people around the house were talking and laughing. Uncle, aunty were asking me about my job, about the place, and then as usual the retail topics, and finally topics about matrimony started. The last topic always make me fly from the place, so I got up and moved to the TV room, and since I wanted to irritate him, I switched on the TV with full volume, he got up and looked who was doing that, looked at me, smiled at me and again slept. I continue flipping channels till uncle came and said, come lets all go out for dinner, and he asked are you coming looking at him, now that he was even more angry with the volume of TV, that he barked back in anger “NO”. and we all left and had a nice dinner at the club and as usual the heart of a mother and the understanding which a mother has with child can never be competed, aunty and ma said, we will pack the dinner for him, and we went back home. Uncle said come lets go for walk, I wanted to say, no uncle I am very lazy to go for walk, and would prefer to go back home and fight with him, as he has been showing so much of rudeness to me, but I thought, if I don’t go now uncle will say, come lets go for jog and that too in the morning, He would also go, and I wanted to avoid it, so agreed now itself.

Aunty and ma went back home, asked him to eat the food. Then aunty told, he was very sad because grand ma has been away for more than a month, and he has been missing her a lot. I understood may be that’s the same reason he has been angry with me.


I got back home and he got into the bed to sleep even before we could. And ma was telling me, In the morning, since everyone at home had woken up, he went near you, tried pulling your bedsheet and wake you up, but everyone called him , so he came back to let you sleep.

I didn’t even realize that, but I was laughing when ma told me this. I went inside kitchen to make the coffee, he was right behind .And then with the coffee I was reading newspaper, he came near me and I took him in my lap, he sat there keenly looking at the paper and saying sorry for all the anger he had been showing on me. I hugged him tight and when I came out after shower, he was right there outside the door,looking at me, with the fear in his eyes that I also have left him like his grandma. And whole day we both played together and in the end he was sleeping that I quietly left the place, which otherwise he would have been really difficult for everyone as he would not have let me go.I am sorry, i didnt say a goodbye, because i wanted to see your anger when we meet again!I love you!

Well here I introduce you all to my old friend but a recent one, Timmy-shouldn’t be calling him a DOG, as he is more of the KID of the family than the DOG. I believe he understands what attachment is than the human being. He knows the value of humanity around. And I am glad people understand your faithfulness and loyalty because you are a dog. I wish I was born as a dog than a human being!

Place or People

I prefer taking the window seat in the cab which is third from the beginning and second from the end. Today luckily I was the first pick up, so I choose my favorite seat. I take the two seater so that I and my sis can sit, but today since we had a fight in the morning, she didn’t sit with me. The activity which I usually do in the mornings is to read a book and at night during my travel time, I listen to music. In the mornings when I read book, I prefer to keep the things in hand on my side so that it is convenient for me to read.

So I was sitting and started to read the book, Namesake, sorry I just read 15 minutes a day so it’s taking me more than usual to finish it. So in many of my earlier blogs also there has been reference of the book. As I was reading another person boarded the cab, he sat in last seat and in two minutes changed the seat next to mind, opening the half opened window of mine , fully. We are a democratic country, and he had the freedom to sit anywhere he wanted, I took my bag and put it at the back seat. As I was reading, I was feeling uncomfortable, not for the fact that the person was sitting next to me but also that he took away my space. In my MBA we were taught every individual had his comfort space around him/her which has to be understood and if you talk going inside his comfort space, his attention to your words will be reduced so is the case when you are too far away from the comfort space.

I was thinking all this, I was wondering comfort space may not only being around, but in terms of topics, issues and involvement of an individual in our lives. There may have been people in whose life I got in their comfort space by getting myself so much involved d in their life that they have got uncomfortable with me, or maybe there are people who try to get into my comfort space making things uncomfortable for me. This was all back mind thought process, in the actual I was reading and the story revolved around the fact that Ashima, wife of Ashoke is giving her last party to her friends and family after the death of her husband before selling the house in America in which she and her husband started their lives. And she is going back to her roots in Calcutta, but she thinks she is very different from what she once had come from Calcutta.

I started thinking how lives change, and that’s something we don’t imagine to change in the way. I was born here in Chennai and now that I have come back to my roots, yet things may not the same, people may be, places may be the same, but I am not the same person as what I had left. I have my passport, license, my college, my schools everything which has an address of Delhi. When I will be back home in Delhi, I know what I am not supposed to do, all of which I am doing here.

I at times wonder how my parents could move to strange place and they have created a beautiful life around them, where every stranger is a family. It’s not just my parents, but thousands of Tamilians who have moved away from their life in search of a new life and created a life in a place so strange.

Here within the families itself I observed the comfort space are so different that I doubt how much they all can get involved in each other lives. Everyone says we are social and have their own circles of friends of and non family-families and that’s their life. Though case in similar for our lives in Delhi, but the difference is that it’s a life where everyone came together to help the ones who need, as they all knew we have none other than these people who are a family to us. And that’s a case especially with people like my parents who are first generations settlers in a place outside their own native places.

And when we settle in a place which is not our own, our thought process, mindset changes not just because we started to live there, because there is a need to change. I have to eat the kind of food they eat there, not because we are copying them, but that’s what is available there, and with time we get habituated to the foods that it can’t be changed so soon again when we are back. It’s just that the comfort spaces change according to the place, and if I am asked to come back to comfort zone according to this place, it has to be understood that I have developed this comfort space during 20 years of my life, the major part of my life.

All the thoughts apart, I don’t know how my life is going to change in next twenty years; I will not be same person as what I am today. I even don’t know if things will change for good or for bad. How many good situations I have to see in life, what all I have to compromise and what all god will give me, what I deserve, but I doubt if my love for Delhi will ever reduce because that’s the place where I have seen all the Ups and Downs of my life. But for my parents, their preferences changed as they started liking a place which they kind off moved to, when they were in the same situation as I am now. Or I wonder if it is with experience that we would grow mature and accept everything happily that’s come on our way, because at the end of the day, we all have one life, which we have to live, what so ever it be, how so ever it be. My parents choose to live happily instead of regretting what they don’t have, they accepted what they have.

One last thought is, is that the place they started loving, or is it the people around whose support increased their love for the place?

Entrance exam for getting married!

I have lost the habit of reading newspaper. There was time when mom used to scold for not reading newspaper, the reason in particular that my sis wanted to be a journalist, which she did become, but I doubt how reading newspaper helped in that. And there was a time when mom used to shout on us to read the newspaper as we would pick up the tea and land up in balcony reading paper for hours. But now I cant imagine doing that because what runs in mind as soon as I get up is what work I have to do? kapde dhona hai, pata nahi balcony me kabootar ne kya hulchul machaya hoga that I am supposed to clean and what am I supposed to cook? Office me jakar will I be able to relax or am I going to have work there…………too many of them, to think of a Monday morning tires me now. Let me not think about that now, I still have 12 hours for all these thoughts. In fact last to last week I asked newspaper distributor not to put paper as we don’t read it at all, and it directly goes to waste paper bin, but he continued putting. So I on a Sunday picked paper, thinking don’t know how long he will put, so let me read it.

I usually love reading editorial pages as it does contain news, which can be understood even if I don’t know any background. This time I came across an interesting article –Entrance exam for getting married, words may not be same, but essence was this and I was more interested because It was written by a person with surname sahoo and I once had a severe crush on a journalist named sahoo, in an award function where I was a volunteer and he had come there to cover the event. After that whichever office my sister was, I used to tell her, if u come across sahoo, convey my “HI” to him and we would laugh, there are thousands of them in this media field.

So the article had various question that a to-be-bridegroom comes across when he attends a social event. I was like pretty partial article, focusing only on one side of the story. I continued reading and found it contained all the questions he comes across, and few of them which I still retain in my mind was regarding his company and then salary, designation. Followed by question if he had been for any foreign trip and all that. And I was taken to my thoughts? Is this what parent’s look for while getting their daughters married? Yes may be! They have all rights to know, because it’s after all their daughter’s life and they want it to be good. Then I was wondering what are the questions that a to be bride would come across. I never had a personal experience and don’t want to have either because I just don’t understand how two unknown people can spend their lives together, unfortunately I am in that list where I have to but the thought itself gives me shivers and I start trembling. I read the same lines in Namesake yesterday when googol also in the same thoughts, how two unknown people can get married and spend their lives together.

I often divert a lot in my blogs, the topic to be discussed was questions asked to a bride.

Ohkkkk…now let me come to questions
o What have you studied? Yes I am perfectly eligible in that note, I am well read, among the toppers (Want my mark sheets and reports cards since nursery? I have them;-)) I am really sorry when things come to this institution of marriage I become sarcastic or rather sarcasm due to aggressiveness
What else can I be asked?
o Do you know how to cook? No but I know how to drive a car so in case if I cook something so bad, I can rush you to hospital rather than waiting for ambulance. ;-)
o Will you work after getting married? I don’t mind sitting at home but I will drive you crazy, so you would find it better to let me work. And I haven’t studied all these years in my life to sit idle at home obviously, so that’s a nonsense of the questions that can be asked. No I don’t think I will be asked that question.
What else hhmmmm????this is tough to think, thinking questions for normal job interviews was damn easier! Let me think, let me think….
o Sirf Indian dresses pehenti ho ya western bhi?I am beautiful and smart, so I guess I can wear everything(thoda overconfidence hai,i understand, par question bhi thoda aisa sa tha na-HYPOTHETICAL SITUATION) , provided you don’t expect me to be in a saree in a DJ night. I know how to get dressed according to occasions, so you would really not have to bother on that note.
o Will you put up with in-laws? Are you asking me or telling me is what I would want to ask on that. I would always prefer without in-laws because if I am with them, I would feel even more sorry that my parents are living all alone, and why should I give all the happiness to you which my parents are to be given because its ultimately they who has bought me up the way I am ……a question to prove that I have committed a mistake of being born a girl….nahi yaar people are sensible , so they really wouldn’t ask such questions
o One more thing that is crossing across my mind is regarding dowry. I don’t think people in today world ask for this, I watch a lot of movies, so have negative thoughts about arranged marriage from them. But if at all they ask, what will I do? Dialing 100?old style, uncle aunty, sorry, is your son only worth few lakhs or thousands? I wanted him to worth infinite money, which according to you, he is not, so I wouldn’t want such a person. Dowry me aaj kal , tanga toda nahi nahi….what is that yaar? In Tamil? I am not getting that word, haan ….“Waira Todu” diamond earring people ask, they do, very recently I have come across marriages in which they have asked saying its an asset for your daughter only. I was wondering how can a diamond earring be an asset to me? …I wear baby studs even now, my mom gets irritated when go to buy an earring for us, because we go only to the baby stud section and we land up fighting this is too small, but we say that’s what we want!
o Again diverted, let me focus on questions to be asked to bride and not the parents. One more thousand dollar question- did you like the guy…ha ha…I don’t know if he can talk properly, just by the look how can I say he is good? Yes yes he is good but I don’t want to marry him is all what I can say at that point. lol
o Do you want to ask something? Yes thousand of questions, I have a questionnaire prepared (sorry in two years of my MBA, I did prepare only questionnaires), is your son good at written round or in interview. Questions in written are very easy and most of them objective only, so I guess he should pass ;-)!

ARE YOU READY for questionnaire after the long interview that you have taken of mine?;-)