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I now pronounce you addicted to facebook!

(source: Lamebook)

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What??? You just blew off 30 Lakhs in the stock market???

Have marked the most amusing part of the story :)

AHMEDABAD: The bloodbath in the stock market has not only led people to lose everything, it has also exposed cracks in relationships. A woman in

Ahmedabad is in distress after her husband is talking of deserting her as she lost over Rs 30 lakh in the market in recent times.

I am a 34-year old housewife. I am married for the last ten years and have one daughter. In my free time, I have been trading online in stocks and earned quite a lot. But recently in this bearish trend, my stocks are not doing well and I have run into losses to the tune of Rs 12 lakh.”

“I suppose, everyone who is into stock-trading is sailing in the same boat. But my husband is not ready to take this fact. He says that he is not going to support this loss. In fact, when I was making money in the market, he was enjoying its fruits and now when I’m passing through a bad market phase, he has washed his hands off.

He is also saying that he would prefer to divorce me than shoulder my losses. It is a question of patience but he does not seems to be supportive at all. Please guide me on what to do?”

This woman apparently poured her heart out on a website launched by city-based psychiatrist Dr Hansal Bhachech for free counselling, claimed to be the first of its kind in the country. She has sought help in this situation where she has not only lost money but is also struggling to keep her marriage.

“Many women who have taken to stocks are now facing twin problems – how to cut down their losses and cut flak from their respective families for losing their money,” says Dr Bhachech.

[ source: TOI ]

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Bajrang Dal men force couple to get ‘married’ on V-Day

No comments. Can this be blamed on illiteracy or unemployment? ::shrugs::

BHOPAL: Bajrang Dal activists out to spoil celebration of love on Valentine’s Day made a couple sitting in a Bhopal park tie the knot and blackened the face of a foreigner. It, however, emerged later that the saffron brigade had wrongly caught a married couple.

The moral police blackened the foreigner’s face after they spotted her with a local man at an isolated place on Bhopal’s VIP Road.

Police said Bajrang Dal activists informed the parents of Ashish Ranu, 25, and Divya Singh, 23, after they found them in Kamla Park on the outskirts of Bhopal.

VHP spokesperson and Bajrang Dal leader Devendra Rawat said his outfit had issued a warning that any couple spotted celebrating Valentine’s Day would have to get married. “Our activists found the couple in the park. We didn’t misbehave with them. We asked them to get married,” he said.

“Initially they said they were related to each other, but later accepted that they were in love. We told them that if they are in love, they should get married, but they maintained that their parents would get angry. We informed their parents and got them married,” Rawat said.

The marriage vows were taken in a hurry. Ashish smeared vermilion on Divya’s forehead and tied a ‘mangalsutra’ around her neck. Soon after, the police reached the spot and rescued the couple.

The police later claimed the episode was a “drama” staged by the Bajrang Dal. “The couple had tied the knot four months back and Divya is a member of Bajrang Dal’s women’s wing – Durga Vahini,” a police said. Bajrang Dal, however, denied the charge. “If they were married for four months, why did they meet in a park, under a tree on Valentine’s Day?

[ Original Source: Times of India ]

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For sale

Couldn’t resist posting this…..!!!!!!

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[Malayalam] Decisions @ Home

Check it out…. This is for Mallus…. If you understand this language, enjoy it!!!!

ഒരിക്കല്‍ രാജുമോന്‍ എന്നോട് ചോദിച്ചു (രാജുമോന് വയസ്സ് മുപ്പതാ ട്ടാ..അവന്റെ പേരങ്ങനായിപ്പോയി!) സന്തുഷ്ടമായ ദാമ്പത്യജീവിതത്തിന്റെ രഹസ്യം എന്താണെന്ന്..
ഞാന്‍ പറഞ്ഞൂ…
“ഡേയ്..റെസ്‌പോണ്‍സിബിളിറ്റി ഷെയറ് ചെയ്താല്‍ മതി..വ്യക്തമായ അതിര്‍ വരമ്പുകള്‍ തീര്‍ത്ത്..അങ്ങോട്ടുമിങ്ങോട്ടും റെസ്പെക്റ്റോടെ, അവരുടെ തീരുമാനങ്ങള്‍ മാനിച്ച്..”

“എന്ന്വച്ചാ?”

“എന്ന്വച്ചാ, എന്റെ വീട്ടില്‍ വലിയവലിയ കാര്യങ്ങളില്‍ തീരുമാനമെടുക്കുന്നത് ഞാനാണ്. ചെറിയ കാര്യങ്ങളില്‍ ശ്രീമതിയും..അതില്‍ അങ്ങോട്ടുമിങ്ങോട്ടും കൈകടത്താറില്ല..”

“ഫോര്‍ എസ്കാമ്പിള്‍?”

“ഫോര്‍ എസ്കാമ്പിള്‍…ഏതു കാറ് വാങ്ങണം, എത്ര രൂപാ സേവ് ചെയ്യണം, എപ്പോ നാട്ടില്‍ പോകണം, ഏത് സോഫാ, ടി വി, ഫ്രിഡ്ജ് വാങ്ങണം, മാസ ചിലവ്, മെയിഡ് വേണോ വേണ്ടയോ, എക്സ്ട്റാ ഒരു റൂം പണിയണോ വേണ്ടയോ തുടങ്ങിയ ചെറിയ കാര്യങ്ങളില്‍ ശ്രീമതിയാണ് തീരുമാനമെടുക്കാറ്..ഞാന്‍ അത് മാനിക്കും!”

“അപ്പോ താങ്കള്‍?”

“ബു ഹഹഹ..തീരുമാനംസ് ഒണ്‍ലി ഫോര്‍ ബിഗ് ഇഷ്യൂസ്….അമേരിക്ക ഇറാനെ ആക്രമിക്കണോ വേണ്ടയോ, സിംബാവേയുടെ മുകളിലുള്ള ഉപരോധം ബ്രിട്ടന്‍ നീക്കണോ, ആഫ്രിക്കന്‍ ഇകോണമി ഓപ്പണ്‍ ആക്കണോ മുതലായവയില്‍ ഞാനാണ് തീരുമാനം..എന്റെ ശ്രീമതി കമാന്ന് എതിര് പറയില്ല!!! ങ്‌ഹാ!”

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I got this from a comment on one of the posts @ Kodakarapuranam blog. A really nice blog for people who understand Malayalam!!!

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Match made in heaven

Another one for the laughs…

A young couple were driving down the road one day, happily, deliriously in love and due to be married the next day. Suddenly, a large truck swerved from the oncoming lanes into their car! BOOM! and they both died.

At the Pearly Gates, the young couple confronted St. Peter. “Sir, you have to help us! We were to be married tomorrow. Is there any way we can be married in Heaven?” “Hmmm,” replied St. Peter, “I don’t recall there ever being a marriage in Heaven. Well, let’s take it up with God and see what he says.”

So they approached God with their plea. God sat for a moment, pondering the request. Then he looked down and said, “Come back in five years and ask me again.”

Five years later, the couple approached God again, even more in love than ever and pleading that he allow their marriage. God paused for quite a while musing over their request. Then he spoke, “Come back in five years and ask me again.”

And once again, five years later, the couple was again in the presence of God, more in love than ever and begging God’s permission for the third time to marry. This time God smiled broadly and thundered, “Yes my children, you may marry!”

Well, the wedding went off beautifully, the reception was huge, everyone thought the bride was simply breathtaking and the groom was soooo handsome, and everyone was happy! Until… Two years later, the couple was back before God, and things were not looking so good.

The couple had come to the realization almost immediately that although marriages were made in heaven, they didn’t last very long there!

And, in spite of their struggles to come to terms with the situation, they had decided there simply was no alternative but to get a divorce. Black clouds fractured by, lightening rolled across the sky, and the
ground shook with explosive thunder. God glared down at the tiny couple before him, his face becoming dark and angry, and he roared,

Divorce?! Impossible!!!
It took us TEN years just to find a priest in Heaven! Do you have any idea how long it will take to find a LAWYER?!!”

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Converting love marriage to arranged one!

I got this by mail. Really amusing. Especially if you are from an Indian context you would be able to relate to most of what’s written here. It’s a bit long post, but well worth the time!!! ;)

Grandmother was pretending to be lost in prayer, but her prayer-beads were spinning at top speed.That meant she was either excited or upset. Mother put the receiver down. “Some American girl in his office, she’s coming to stay with us for a week.” She sounded as if she had a deep foreboding.

Father had no such doubt. He knew the worst was to come. He had been matching horoscopes for a year, but my brother Vivek had found a million excuses for not being able to visit India , call any of the chosen Iyer girls, or in any other way advance father’s cause. Father always wore four parallel lines of sacred ash on his forehead. Now there were eight, so deep were the furrows of worry on his forehead. I sat in a corner, supposedly lost in a book, but furiously text-messaging my brother with a vivid description of the scene before me.

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