Marriage Is Made in Heaven, so Are Thunder and Lightning!
Marriages are made in heaven, so are thunder and lightning
A man goes to a marriage broker and says, "Sir! I'm looking for a wife. Can you please help me find someone suitable?"
"Sure! I can help," replies the broker, "may I know your requirements?"
"Well! She must be polite and have a good sense of humor. She must have knowledge about most subjects. She needs to sing. She must be able to treat my parents and relatives well. I want her to tell me interesting stories when I’m bored and should be quiet when I need to take some rest. Oh! Last but not the least… She needs to be sleek and very attractive"
The broker smiles and says, "I understand exactly what you need. You need a good LCD TV."
Good evening toastmasters and guests,
Every man in this world wants a wife who is beautiful, understanding, economical, and a good cook. But the difficulty is finding all these in just one woman. After all, the law allows you to marry only one.
Today, I’m going to share with you my saga of getting married and leading a married life.
It was the year 2003… I was in Silicon Valley, USA. I was tall, young and handsome… just like Mustaffa. Yes! I had more hair too. My parents were aggressively looking for a bride. Every week, my parents sent me pictures of at least 2 brides. But, none of them impressed me. Weeks became months, and months became years. It was 2005, I had seen nearly 98 profiles in 2 years – but, still looking for my perfect bride.
Either the girl that I saw looked like an Aishwarya Rai, but hasn’t crossed 12th grade or she looked like an Oprah Winfrey, with a Ph.D. Either the girl was as tall as our Complan boy Karthik or the girl was as short as a 10th grade student. Either the girl was very fat or the girl was very thin. Either the Sun sign didn’t match or the Moon sign didn’t match. At the end, every profile got rejected.
My parents had a short checklist for who my future partner should be. I had a long checklist for who my
A man goes to a marriage broker and says, "Sir! I'm looking for a wife. Can you please help me find someone suitable?"
"Sure! I can help," replies the broker, "may I know your requirements?"
"Well! She must be polite and have a good sense of humor. She must have knowledge about most subjects. She needs to sing. She must be able to treat my parents and relatives well. I want her to tell me interesting stories when I’m bored and should be quiet when I need to take some rest. Oh! Last but not the least… She needs to be sleek and very attractive"
The broker smiles and says, "I understand exactly what you need. You need a good LCD TV."
Good evening toastmasters and guests,
Every man in this world wants a wife who is beautiful, understanding, economical, and a good cook. But the difficulty is finding all these in just one woman. After all, the law allows you to marry only one.
Today, I’m going to share with you my saga of getting married and leading a married life.
It was the year 2003… I was in Silicon Valley, USA. I was tall, young and handsome… just like Mustaffa. Yes! I had more hair too. My parents were aggressively looking for a bride. Every week, my parents sent me pictures of at least 2 brides. But, none of them impressed me. Weeks became months, and months became years. It was 2005, I had seen nearly 98 profiles in 2 years – but, still looking for my perfect bride.
Either the girl that I saw looked like an Aishwarya Rai, but hasn’t crossed 12th grade or she looked like an Oprah Winfrey, with a Ph.D. Either the girl was as tall as our Complan boy Karthik or the girl was as short as a 10th grade student. Either the girl was very fat or the girl was very thin. Either the Sun sign didn’t match or the Moon sign didn’t match. At the end, every profile got rejected.
My parents had a short checklist for who my future partner should be. I had a long checklist for who my