meow meow Posted July 21, 2012 Report Posted July 21, 2012 Love marriages around the world are simple: Boy loves girl. Girl loves boy. They get married. In India, there are a few more steps: Boy loves Girl. Girl loves Boy. Girl's family has to love boy. Boy's family has to love girl. Girl's Family has to love Boy's Family. Boy's family has to love girl's family. Girl and Boy still love each other. They get married. inka undi idi just prologue
meow meow Posted July 21, 2012 Author Report Posted July 21, 2012 She stood two places ahead of me in the lunch line at the IIMA mess. I checked her out from the corner of my eye, wondering what the big fuss about this South Indian girl was. Her waist-length hair rippled as she tapped the steel plate with her fingers like a famished refugee. I noticed three black threads on the back of her fair neck. Someone had decided to accessorize in the most academically-oriented B-school in the country. 'Ananya Swaminathan---best girl in the fresher batch,' seniors has already anointed her on the dorm board. We had only twenty girls in a batch of two hundred. Goodlooking ones were rare; girls don't get selected to IIM for their looks. They get in because they can solve mathematical problems faster than 99.99% of India's population and crack the CAT. Most IIM girls are above shallow things like makeup, fitting clothes, contact lenses, removal of facial hair, body odour and feminine charm. Girls like Ananya, if and when they arrive by freak chance, become instant pin-ups in out testosterone-charged, estrogen-starved campus. I imagined Ms Swaminathan had received more male attention in the last week than she had in her entire life. Thus, I assumed she'd be obnoxious and decided to ignore her. The students inched forward on auto-pilot. The bored kitchen staff couldn't care if they were serving prisoners or future CEOs. They tossed one ladle of yellow stuff after another into plates. Of course, Ms Best Girl needed the spotlight. 'That's not rasam. Whatever it is, it's definitely not rasam. And what's that, the dark yellow stuff?' 'Sambhar,' the mess worker growled. 'Eew, looks disgusting! How did you make it?' she asked. 'You want or not?' the mess worker said, more interested in wrapping up lunch than discussing recipes. While our lady decided, the two boys between us banged their plates on the counter. They took the food without editorials about it and left. I came up right behind her. I stole a sideways glance - definitely above average. Actually, well above average. In fact, outlier by IIMA standards. She had perfect features, with eyes, nose, lips and ears the right size and in the right places. That is all it takes to make people beautiful- normal body parts - yet why does nature mess is up so many times? Her tiny blue bindi matched her sky- blue and white slawar kameez. She looked like Sridevi's smarter cousin, if there is such a possibility. The mess worker dumped a yellow lump on my plate.
meow meow Posted July 21, 2012 Author Report Posted July 21, 2012 should i continue...no replies?????
tom brady Posted July 21, 2012 Report Posted July 21, 2012 [quote name='meow meow' timestamp='1342890263' post='1302175293'] yes...names and locations changed [/quote]Em le...ekkado chadivanattu undi...u continue
bottu_seenu Posted July 21, 2012 Report Posted July 21, 2012 [quote name='meow meow' timestamp='1342890263' post='1302175293'] yes...names and locations changed [/quote] chetan bhagat script pattukochi needi ani cheptava [img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m64n5z2XM21qawpudo1_250.gif[/img]
meow meow Posted July 21, 2012 Author Report Posted July 21, 2012 'Excuse me, I'm before him,' she said to the mess worker, pinning him down with her large, confident eyes. 'What you want?' the mess worker said in a heavy South Indian accent. 'You calling rasam not rasam. You make face when you see my sambhar. I feed hundred people. They no complain.' 'And that is why you don't improve. Maybe they should complain,' she said. The mess worker dropped the ladle in the sambhar vessel and threw up his hands. 'You want complain? Go to mess manager and complain....see what student coming to these days,' the mess worker turned to me seeking sympathy. I almost nodded. She looked at me. 'Can you eat this stuff?' she wanted to know. 'Try it.' I took a spoonful of sambhar. Warm and salty, not gourmet stuff, but edible in a no-choice kind of way. I could eat it for lunch; I had stayed in a hostel for four years. However, I saw her face, now prettier with a hint of pink. I compared her to the fifty-year old mess worker. He wore a lungi and had visible grey hair on his chest. When in doubt, the pretty girl is always right. 'It's disgusting,' I said. 'See,' she said with childlike glee. The mess worker glared at me. 'But I can develop a taste for it,' I added in a lame attempt to soothe him. The mess worker grunted and tossed a mound of rice on my plate. 'Pick something you like,' I said to her, avoiding eye contact. The whole campus had stared at her in the past few days. I had to appear different. 'Give me the rasgullas,' she pointed to the dessert. 'That is after you finish meal,' the mess worker said. 'Who are you? My Mother? I am finished. Give me two rasgullas,' she insisted. 'Only one per student,' he said as he placed a katori with one sweet on her plate. 'Oh, come on, there are no limits on this disgusting sambhar but only one of what is edible,' she said. The line grew behind us. The boys in line didn't mind. They had a chance to legitimately stare at the best-looking girl of the batch. 'Give mine to her,' I said and regretted it immediately. She'll never date you, it is a rasgulla down the drain, I scolded myself.
pakodi Posted July 21, 2012 Report Posted July 21, 2012 [img]http://lh5.ggpht.com/_E7G7pIJonAQ/SucZx0t--KI/AAAAAAAABhs/QLWS3RDtBqo/s1600/2_States_-_The_Story_Of_My_Marriage%5B3%5D.jpg[/img] meow meow bhayya... just today morning ee book chadavatam start chesa..... please... story motham reveal cheyyaku....nenu book complete chesaka.... chepthanu.... appudu you can continue your story...!!!
Market Mastaan Posted July 21, 2012 Report Posted July 21, 2012 aa narration katti baa..10 mins lo aa para..[img]http://gifsoup.com/view1/1340373/african-face-o.gif[/img]
bottu_seenu Posted July 21, 2012 Report Posted July 21, 2012 [quote name='pakodi' timestamp='1342890796' post='1302175342'] meow meow bhayya... just today morning ee book chadavatam start chesa..... please... story motham reveal cheyyaku....nenu book complete chesaka.... chepthanu.... appudu you can continue your story...!!! [/quote] ninnu db manesi book chaduvukomantadu [img]http://gifsoup.com/view1/1340373/african-face-o.gif[/img]
Market Mastaan Posted July 21, 2012 Report Posted July 21, 2012 [quote name='meow meow' timestamp='1342890760' post='1302175340'] 'Excuse me, I'm before him,' she said to the mess worker, pinning him down with her large, confident eyes. 'What you want?' the mess worker said in a heavy South Indian accent. 'You calling rasam not rasam. You make face when you see my sambhar. I feed hundred people. They no complain.' 'And that is why you don't improve. Maybe they should complain,' she said. The mess worker dropped the ladle in the sambhar vessel and threw up his hands. 'You want complain? Go to mess manager and complain....see what student coming to these days,' the mess worker turned to me seeking sympathy. I almost nodded. She looked at me. 'Can you eat this stuff?' she wanted to know. 'Try it.' I took a spoonful of sambhar. Warm and salty, not gourmet stuff, but edible in a no-choice kind of way. I could eat it for lunch; I had stayed in a hostel for four years. However, I saw her face, now prettier with a hint of pink. I compared her to the fifty-year old mess worker. He wore a lungi and had visible grey hair on his chest. When in doubt, the pretty girl is always right. 'It's disgusting,' I said. 'See,' she said with childlike glee. The mess worker glared at me. 'But I can develop a taste for it,' I added in a lame attempt to soothe him. The mess worker grunted and tossed a mound of rice on my plate. 'Pick something you like,' I said to her, avoiding eye contact. The whole campus had stared at her in the past few days. I had to appear different. 'Give me the rasgullas,' she pointed to the dessert. 'That is after you finish meal,' the mess worker said. 'Who are you? My Mother? I am finished. Give me two rasgullas,' she insisted. 'Only one per student,' he said as he placed a katori with one sweet on her plate. 'Oh, come on, there are no limits on this disgusting sambhar but only one of what is edible,' she said. The line grew behind us. The boys in line didn't mind. They had a chance to legitimately stare at the best-looking girl of the batch. 'Give mine to her,' I said and regretted it immediately. She'll never date you, it is a rasgulla down the drain, I scolded myself. [/quote] [img]http://gifsoup.com/view4/1726632/enredados-o.gif[/img]
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