<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427</id><updated>2011-05-28T10:57:12.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unquiet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-115156854552660306</id><published>2006-06-29T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:12:28.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As soon as my exams were over, I was bombed with information of various prospective grooms. My preferences were asked(“Would you like a slim guy like yourself or should&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we go for a healthy, athletic one)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“I would prefer a slim one” I said, Since all the healthy athletic types turned out be Overweight uncles. If you don’t know what an Uncle is, here is a definition:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle( Slang) : A guy in 25-30ies who looks like in forties. His characteristics are overweight or obese, Diminishing Hair &amp; most of the weight around stomach, sometimes less heighted. Has earned lot of money &amp;amp; expects a very beautiful wife. Describes himself as Healthy or athletic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There was one profile which mummy really liked but since they had not sent any pictures of the guy, we had no idea how he looked. So Mum called them on phone to request a photo, but they got so excited that they invited themselves over our house. Poor mum could not refuse them &amp; agreed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;They were to come in the evening &amp; so mummy began to give me tips about how to impress them (Which she had already recited hundreds of times before!).There was an exhilarated atmosphere in the house as we waited for the ‘groom-to-be” .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Their family came in a big car(they brought all the relatives that could fit in the car!).As there seemed 2-3 guys, my mother welcomed them &amp; politely asked which one was the groom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The groom was a total Uncle! Standing besides both the parents &amp; sweating, he looked like he was coming for a board exam. He introduced himself, But we did not understand a word of what he said, So my father asked him to repeat again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Father:So what is your occupation?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mr.Groom: errr…..I…..mmm. I am a manager.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Father: A manager? In what firm?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;His father: He is a manager at xyz firm. He is very honest &amp; sincere person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My father: What are your hobbies?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mr.Groom: um……………….i……….like…………..tv.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;His Father: He loves traveling, reading, sports.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the conversation was interpreted by his father, while the guy was  totally confused about what to  answer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both my parents understood that this was not a suitable match. But their family was not ready to let go easily. While I conversing in fluent English, the groom was having problems in speaking even a simple line.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We laughed for an hour on the groom after they went away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next day they called up mom &amp; said that they really liked me! But my mother declined their offer saying it would not be a good match.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Hearty Congratulations to Preeti, who has found the man of her dreams. May God Bestow them with all the happiness they deserve.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-115156854552660306?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115156854552660306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=115156854552660306' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/115156854552660306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/115156854552660306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/hilarious-experience.html' title='Hilarious Experience'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-115025748878964064</id><published>2006-06-13T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:58:08.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines from HER &amp; HIS diaries</title><content type='html'>I got this funny forward in mail today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HER DIARY-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He&lt;br /&gt;said it had nothing&lt;br /&gt;to do with me and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I told him that I loved him, but he&lt;br /&gt;simply smiled and&lt;br /&gt;kept driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he&lt;br /&gt;didn't say, "I love you&lt;br /&gt;too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him, as if&lt;br /&gt;he wanted nothing to&lt;br /&gt;do with me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just sat there and watched TV; he seemed distant&lt;br /&gt;and absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;later he came to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I&lt;br /&gt;decided to confront him&lt;br /&gt;with the situation but he had fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I started crying and cried until I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to do. I'm almost sure that his&lt;br /&gt;thoughts are with&lt;br /&gt;someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HIS DIARY-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday India lost the cricket match again. DAMM IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really we lost yesterday........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-115025748878964064?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115025748878964064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=115025748878964064' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/115025748878964064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/115025748878964064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/lines-from-her-his-diaries.html' title='Lines from HER &amp; HIS diaries'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-114767451054408808</id><published>2006-05-14T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:28:30.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Deserving Women........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Read this quote at thinkexist.com &amp; loved it:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women are like apples on trees, the best ones are on the top of the tree. The men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and don't want to get hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't so good but easy. So, the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top because they value quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have many friends going through the same situation, who are talented, attractive but are unable to find their life partners. I hope this cheers them up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-114767451054408808?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114767451054408808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=114767451054408808' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114767451054408808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114767451054408808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-deserving-women.html' title='For Deserving Women........'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-114638078950104765</id><published>2006-04-29T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:08:00.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbour's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.travelaroundindia.com/images/new-images/theme%20travel%20in%20india/wedding-ceremony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 142px;" src="http://www.travelaroundindia.com/images/new-images/theme%20travel%20in%20india/wedding-ceremony.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week, one of my neighbour’s daughter got married. Our whole area was in shock at the news of marriage. She was a good natured girl but unfortunately her physical appearance was hideous (Don’t get me wrong, but she was really ugly!).All gossiping aunties in our area had predicted that she would never get married! But a week later she got a proposal from a very good family, the groom was a Harvard Graduate but had a slight deformity of hands (two fingers fused together. He had the looks of handsome man (looked little like um...maybe Amir khan)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything went so swiftly that the girl was married within a month leaving everyone in the colony astounded! Now everyone is worried about good looking girls of our area!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-114638078950104765?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114638078950104765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=114638078950104765' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114638078950104765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114638078950104765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/neighbours-wedding.html' title='Neighbour&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-114581577101778668</id><published>2006-04-23T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:09:31.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A  Picture Worth Thousand Words..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got this picture in mail today with the message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't  wait for the  perfect man.............coz  you  will  never find  one. ;-)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8080/2086/1600/CAF6P8XD.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8080/2086/400/CAF6P8XD.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-114581577101778668?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114581577101778668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=114581577101778668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114581577101778668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114581577101778668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/picture-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A  Picture Worth Thousand Words..........'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-114560454118038408</id><published>2006-04-21T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:29:01.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;I came home from long vacation &amp; found proposals flooded in my Inbox (Thanks to my mother!).It has become so easy to send proposals that it has become convenient way to communicate with prospective relatives. Anyway, as I started to scan each proposal, I was amused to find the quality of photos of each er….groom. Almost every one had a sent a studio photo in various weird poses, like they were heroes in blockbuster movies. Behind them was a colourful image background which was bright &amp;amp; deceptive, it made me unable to perceive the real health &amp; height of the person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h1 style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;But the most hilarious aspect was, every person had picture taken for matrimonial purpose( Probably), but the expression on their face was totally queer, nobody had a courtesy to smile (You are never fully dressed until you wear a smile), on the contrary, their expressions depicted as “I- am-standing-near-a-garbage can-smelling-badly” with crinkled nose.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;h1 style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;When a bloke seemed no bigger than a dwarf in his photo, his profile indicated he was 5”9. It took me 5 mins to imagine him as tall but I couldn’t (maybe because of funny multicolored shirt).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another guy mentioned he was mentioned when his photo indicated his weight to be nearly of a half grown elephant (………or a hippo!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;When my mother came (excitedly) to ask to me if I had liked anybody, I showed her the slideshow of guys &amp; she got dejected. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I understand that nobody is perfect, but is it so hard to get a normal picture of self (with a decent smile)??Or pictures are purposely edited to depict a good image?? Maybe I should stop checking emails.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-114560454118038408?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114560454118038408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=114560454118038408' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114560454118038408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114560454118038408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/picture-chaos.html' title='Picture Chaos'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-114327300171024954</id><published>2006-03-24T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:50:01.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NRI Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday, my mother’s not-so-distant friend paid us a visit. She is a typical orthodox woman who tends to show-off. Her daughter Sweety* is of same age as me &amp; so both the mothers tend to talk on matrimonial subject.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aunty: So, have you found a boy for Rhea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Mom:( Taking a deep breath) No, not yet. But we are still searching. What about Sweety? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aunty: We are looking for her, but it is getting difficult.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: Why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aunty: We are finding a NRI for Sweety, but now days NRI’s are hard to find. They are more interested in marrying Phirangi(foreign) girls.You know, for Greencard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: Why do want a NRI, Indian boys are good too. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aunty: Oh no, Indian boys are nothing, NRI today are earning a fortune.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: On the contrary, Indian Boys are earning equivalent to NRI’s salaries today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aunty: Maybe, but Indians do not match upto NRI’s Standards.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At that point, both mom &amp; I understood that Aunty only wanted an NRI groom for show-off. To Show their high standard. Most of Middle class families have this same mentality. This is given rise to crime. Many Indian girls get married to NRI with dreams of getting rich, but the NRI (Non Reliable Indian) guy leaves the girl in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and never returns. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;I felt an impulse to tell this to Aunty, but I knew it would fall on deaf ears. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(*Names have changed to protect identity)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-114327300171024954?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114327300171024954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=114327300171024954' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114327300171024954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114327300171024954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/nri-madness.html' title='NRI Madness'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-114259186967701560</id><published>2006-03-17T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T02:43:32.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I got this story today in a forwarded mail:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in bed.&lt;br /&gt;She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him. He&lt;br /&gt;appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he&lt;br /&gt;wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee. "What's the&lt;br /&gt;matter, dear?" she&lt;br /&gt;whispers as she steps into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you down here at this time of night ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband looks up from his coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we&lt;br /&gt;were dating, and you were only 16?" he asks solemnly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I do" she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband pauses; the words were not coming easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my&lt;br /&gt;car.............?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I remember" said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband continued.. "Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my&lt;br /&gt;face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I'll send you to jail for&lt;br /&gt;20 years?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember that too" she replied softly. He wiped another tear from his&lt;br /&gt;cheek and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I would have been released &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-114259186967701560?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114259186967701560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=114259186967701560' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114259186967701560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114259186967701560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/amusing-story.html' title='Amusing Story'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-114250489261478177</id><published>2006-03-16T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T02:28:12.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marriage has officially become the hot subject of our house. My parents are excited &amp; nervous at the same time. Finding a groom is a big responsibility, they tell me, while I savor their happy but tense expression. &lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Everything under this subject has become the topic of conversation. Discussions also include where the wedding should be held, how many relatives to be invited, how much shopping to do &amp; where to do. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Yesterday when we went out for shopping, when I saw my mother admiring a saree.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Me:Do you like the saree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Mom:Yes, it is Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Me: Mom, if you like the saree, why don’t you buy it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Mom: No, the saree is too expensive; I will buy this one at the time of your wedding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Me: I don’t think this saree will remain here till my marriage, just buy it now.Wear it during my wedding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Mom: let it be, This saree is not that good.I will buy sarees expensive then this one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(why did I bother!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;My parents are gradually becoming typical filmi type Ma-Babuji. Once modern, they are now saying many filmi dialogues they can remember ( Beti Toh Paraya Dhan hoti hai, etc)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I don’t understand, is this happening only with my parents or this is the case with all the parents. Agreed, that a marriage is a big event in girl’s or even her parent’s life but there in no need to overreact. I wonder what will happen next. God Bless Me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-114250489261478177?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114250489261478177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=114250489261478177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114250489261478177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114250489261478177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/wedding-fever.html' title='Wedding Fever'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-114241684445733522</id><published>2006-03-15T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:00:44.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.4to40.com/images/ecircle/egreetings/holi/holi03_big.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.4to40.com/images/ecircle/egreetings/holi/holi03_big.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holi to everyone. May this festival fill your life with colours of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-114241684445733522?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114241684445733522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=114241684445733522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114241684445733522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114241684445733522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-holi.html' title='Happy Holi'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-114241157479281884</id><published>2006-03-15T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:32:54.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage : An Indian Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mar·riage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The legal union of a man and woman as husband and wife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Courtesy Dictionary.com)&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marriage’s definition is very different in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.A country influenced by Sanskars, ethics &amp; relationships, Marriage are not just a union of two people; it is a union of two families, cultures.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As a girl grows up in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, parents start to find a suitable groom. This process was easier a century ago, when girls were not interested in career &amp; contended themselves with house keeping. Boys too, were less demanding, education of girl did not matter, as long as girls knew cooking &amp;amp; brought a good dowry with them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those times have changed now, but the process is still the same. The parents still find a groom for the girl, but now the girl is career oriented with big dreams in her eyes. She wants an understanding husband who does not want to confine her in the house. The boy has changed too. He now wants an Intelligent yet beautiful girl (regardless of his own appearance) and is ok with career oriented woman as long she manages both house &amp; work efficiently, and yes she should adjust with his parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With expectations of both bride’s &amp;amp; groom’s risen much higher, it has become harder to find the right person.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-114241157479281884?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114241157479281884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=114241157479281884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114241157479281884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114241157479281884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/marriage-indian-perspective_15.html' title='Marriage : An Indian Perspective'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23044427.post-114232448154363256</id><published>2006-03-14T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:21:21.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Blog</title><content type='html'>I am finally proceeding towards the path of Blogosphere. This blog will reflect my insights, revelations &amp;amp; doubts as I experience life's moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23044427-114232448154363256?l=rheaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114232448154363256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23044427&amp;postID=114232448154363256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114232448154363256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23044427/posts/default/114232448154363256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rheaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome To My Blog'/><author><name>Rhea Verma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415020870733397000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
