A Cute Romantic Story

So I decided that I'd ask her to marry me.
Or ask her if she would marry me.
Or say that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
Or tell her I loved her, and that I wanted her to be with me forever.
Or give her a ring -- a big, huge diamond ring. Or just get down on my
knees and let my eyes say it all.


Well, I had reached a decision. What exactly I was going to do about
it, I didn't know -- at least not yet.


It's now exactly one year since the first time I had started talking
with her-- an anniversary of sorts. I remembered, because that
>first time was New Year.


And tomorrow it's New Year again.
And we had become close friends.
And I had fallen in love.


And since I am a simple-minded sort of guy, I have decided I want to
marry her.


But How to tell her, though, was a bit of a problem.
There were so many ways to do it and choosing the right one wasn't
easy. And I had no idea how she'd react.


Would she think I was moving too fast?
Was it too early to suggest marriage?
Was she even interested in me in that way?


Surely, the best way to find out was to tell her how I felt, and ask
her if she felt the same.
And if she did, then we could get married. Right?


These thoughts had been in my head from the moment I had
>woken up that morning. And I'd only been awake a few minutes. As I finished
>brushing my teeth, the phone rang.


"Hello?"


"Hi!" It was her.


The sound of her cheery voice took my breath away. "Hi!" I replied,
almost whispering.


"Listen," she said, sounding very excited. "I'm having a
>party at home tonight. Be there at eight."


"Sure," I replied.


"Ok, bye!" And she put the phone down.

I stood there for almost a minute, staring at the phone in my hand.


And then I stupidly said "Bye" to it.

I would have to reach the party early, to tell her in private. Or
should I say it right there in front of all the guests? Or after the
party, when we were cleaning up after everyone was gone?


And what was I going to get her? Should I get her anything at
>all? How
about flowers? Roses? Or was that too clichéd?
Orchids sounded better.
Or bluebells.
Or tulips.
Or cauliflower.

I checked my thoughts. No. Not cauliflower.

It's New Year.
A gift was definitely in order.
I could get her that moonstone pendant she liked so much.
But then it was a little flimsy as a gift.
It was really a toy more than a piece of jewellery.
But did it matter if she really liked it?

Should I get her a book instead?
Or a CD?
Or an earring?
Or should I make her something?
I thought about my artistic skills and decided that that was probably
not a good idea.

I spent so much time looking for a suitable gift all day that by the
time I decided that flowers would be a better option, all the florists had closed.

And it was also too late to try to get to her house early and catch her alone.

So I decided I'd tell her after the party when everyone was gone. And
that I wouldn't get her anything -- more because I couldn't, than
anything else.

Feeling like a fool, and extremely nervous, I reached her doorstep. I
was on time, but there didn't seem to be any noise coming from inside.
Maybe no one had turned up yet. After all, who came to a party on time?

I stood there and composed myself for a minute.
Then, reasonably confident that the turmoil I was going through
wouldn't show, I knocked.

She opened the door, but only a fraction.
She slid out without opening the door completely, handed me a
>piece of cloth, and told me to tie it around my eyes. "We're playing
>Blind Man's Buff," she said.

Meekly, I put the blindfold on, and she led me into the house. There
was silence, and no one was making a sound. Quite sneaky of
>everyone, I thought to myself.

She spun me around a little, and then made me stop.
She backed away, and then said from somewhere behind me, "Ok, you can
take it off now."

Though a little confused as to what version of Blind Man's Buff was
played after taking the blindfold off, I complied.

And as soon as I opened my eyes, I froze.

I was standing in the middle of her empty living room, and the lights
had all been turned off. But the room was brightly lit with dozens of
candles.

And on the wall in front of me, was a big poster with the following
words on it:

One year ago, this day we met.

There was an arrow pointing to the right, beside the poster.

So I turned. On the next wall were the words:

One year of friendship
One year of joy
One year of laughter
between a girl and a boy

One year of comfort
One year of closeness
One year of peace
and a whole lot of happiness

On the third wall, was:

One year or Six,
a lifetime it seems,
And yet, it feels just like yesterday

I turned to look at the fourth wall, and there, standing in front of
it, was she, holding up a poster in her hands that said:

I want to be this happy forever

Will You Marry Me?

Three bones!

An Irish father was seeing his son off on a steamship where the lad was going to a new land with the intention of seeking his fortune in a new way of life.
"Now, Michael, my boy," said the father as they parted, "remember the three bones, and ye'll always get along all right."

A stranger standing nearby overheard the remark, and when the ship was underway, he asked the old gentleman what the three bones he referred to in his parting advice to his son.

"Sure, now," responded the old Irishman, "and wouldn't it be the wishbone and the jawbone and the backbone? It's the wishbone that keeps you going after things, and it's the jawbone that helps you find out how to go after them if you are not too proud to ask a question when there's something you don't know, and it's the backbone that keeps you at it until you get there."

A Mailman's last day at work!

It was the mailman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.
When he arrived at the first house on his route he was greeted by the whole family there, who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big gift envelope. At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars. The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.
At the f inal house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful blonde in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door (which she closed behind him), and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced. When he had enough they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge.
"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the dollar for?"
"Well," she said, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you."
He said, "Screw him - - - give him a dollar."
The blonde then blushed and said, "The breakfast was my idea"

A Touching story!

“So, is this your first trip to a temple in the US?” asked his Manager driving the car and trying to make a conversation. But he was hardly listening and seemed lost in a world of his own. He was still upset over the whole episode with her and it seemed to him as if he was complicating matters for himself. When his Manager offered a ride to the Satyanarayanan Temple in Middletown he obliged just to escape from himself.

The problem with most of Indians is that we fail to draw a fine line between our professional and personal lives. We call our girlfriend, husband, Mom, friend in our office time and prepare documents, test plans, discuss appraisals at home. Then we end up screwing both professional and personal lives and end up dissatisfied. Two days before had finished a client presentation and was awaiting the result and it turned negative. He was in a foul mood and it was then that she called. He blasted his anger over her and switched over his mobile. The easiest thing for anyone of us is to release our anger on our near and dear ones as we take them for granted and he had done the same. It had been 2 days since and he had not called her and neither returned her calls a day before.

They parked their car outside in the parking lot which had lot of Honda’s, Toyota’s and Nissan’s which suggested the abundance presence of Indian fraternity inside the temple. The Middletown Satyanarayanan temple looked beautiful. It had a traditional Hindu construction with a Dravidian styled stepped pyramid structure. As they left their footwear before in the corridor he noticed a sign which read “Visa/Master card accepted for donations”. Seems that God had got wind of the fact that people produce counterfeit money and so now had decided to rely on advanced technology.

God it was nice to see someone clad in Churidar and Saree. In the beginning he had enjoyed the sight of women dressed in short skirts and tops and whatsoever, but as days progressed he realized that he yearned to see someone in traditional Indian dress and seems as if today his prayers were answered. Although when he looked at one women he got reminded of her. He was reminded how he used to go around the temple in his neighborhood holding his hand in hers. He moved forward and looked at the marble murthi of Radhe Krishna. Born and brought up in a south Indian environment he grew up to stone structures of gods and the marble one reminded him of the Marwadi temple in his neighborhood.

There was a sign which read “Cell Phones should not be used here” although a gentleman on his left was praying with a blue tooth device attached. Everyone around was praying something while he seemed lost in her thoughts. If there was bell outside God’s premises for prayers, maybe it was ringing damn loud now. The children seemed unaware of this and were running around playing hide and seek. One child was whispering something in Nandhi’s ear which reminded him of the same thing he did when he was studying in 3rd standard about a passmark in the Maths paper. Eventually he failed and cursed god for sometime about that.

Just then a women started to sing Vaishnava Janato and the whole atmosphere changed. There was something divine in her voice which made him break into a million pieces. He realized that his ego walls stood nowhere near his strong love for her. That was all that he could hold on to and he walked out of the temple and dialed the only number he remembered by heart. He said “Ma, Will you sing Vaishnava Janato for me?”

8000 odd miles and 10 and half hours apart his mother had no idea for her son’s sudden urge of viewers request. But as all moms do, she willfully obliged.

Halfway through the song, he was close to tears and confessed “Ma, did I tell you that I love you more than anything else on earth?”

Her reply was simple and sweet “You need not son”.