tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24142108714027776882024-02-18T21:26:59.202-08:00Spicy Curry ChickA girl's misadventures through the Arranged Marriage processSpicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-50702257748968175252013-09-11T23:36:00.000-07:002013-09-11T23:36:47.751-07:00Survival: Year OneI honestly forgot all about my blog in the last year. True Story! When you get married, no one warns you your life is about to get busy, very busy. I apologize for my absence and am thankful to my friend Nital who recently reminded me to write again.<br />
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So what's keeping spicy curry so busy? Living with the in-laws.<br />
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I love my mother and father in law. They're incredibly sweet people and they never make me feel uncomfortable living with them. They've honestly made a conscious effort to make sure I feel at home, especially my mother in law. We also live with one of my sister in law as well too. Going from living alone the last 3 years to sharing a space with 4 other people was initially a very intimidating thought for me. I was just so afraid I was going to upset someone or everyone with my habits. I am a bit on the messy side but that's primarily Nirmal's problem. *hehehehe* Just kidding! On a serious note though, I was so used to not having someone "mother" me on a daily basis that I was really afraid my mouth might get me in trouble when talking. To keep myself in check and in boundary, I deployed the following tactics:<br />
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<li>When asked an opinion, only give vague responses (esp when my opinion can really go without)</li>
<li>When speaking to family members, try to avoid speaking in English to maintain the good girl image and score brownie points with the in-laws</li>
<li>When asked why I don't want to eat something, only say, "I tried it and I'm not a fan of the texture"</li>
<li>Do not say the words "garlic", "onions", "eggs," or "alcohol"</li>
<li>If we ever go out anywhere, I prep Nirmal what to say and only let him do the talking when we're questioned </li>
<li>Never get angry outside the bedroom door at the husband- I can only imagine the disaster it would turn into if it was known we're fighting about something.</li>
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So far the tactics have worked. Yay! It really hasn't been bad. There are some days when even the best of us get frustrated with small things but then you get over it. I'd been educated by many, many friends before I moved in to make sure I remember to pick and choose my battles. This has really been my core to keeping my cool and making sure I don't start venting something dumb to Nirmal because I don't ever wanna be that girl that put her husband in awkward positions with his family where he had to pick and choose whose side he was going to take. Plus, I've learned over the past year that although my husband is not a mama's boy, he definitely is his mom's baby. Honestly, my MIL is so cute I just want to put her in my pocket some days and just be like "aww, honey" (HIMYM episode reference). But as cute as she is and as much as I love her, I can't wait for her to retire and just stay at home and hopefully slow down on the cooking.</div>
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As far the adventures go, I'll post them all. I must confess though that marital shenanigans just don't compare to single life shenanigans. True story!</div>
Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-67414120365325480332012-09-05T20:57:00.001-07:002012-09-05T21:00:55.401-07:00Newlywed Me<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Newlyweds for 25 days now! Life is looking good right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sadly I got sick four days before the wedding and on the day of, I was constantly shoving cough drops in my mouth to avoid a coughing fit. 2 days after my Big, Fat Wedding, I got even more sick and finally caved in into going to the Urgent Care.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Surprise, surprise, I have a fever of 101.9F I had some bad chills and it took so much energy to walk. After 30 mins of waiting on the MD to see me, the RN got concerned and took my temp again- 102.9F MD didnt take too much longer after that to come see me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">End result: suspected West Nile Fever vs. New Onset Asthma and Pneumonia</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Awesome. A great way to start a marriage right? Needless to say I spent a week in bed. I was supposed to start work 11 days after the wedding but I have to wait for my temporary Texas RN license to come in since my CA license isn't acceptable to work under here, even on a provisional basis. Getting all this work stuff sorted has been an utter pain in the ass. Took me 4 trips to the DMV before I finally was able to switch license -_-</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the meantime, Jabs and I have been lucky to have the place to ourselves during the day and really spend quality time together, which is so nice for many reasons:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We will be living with my in-laws, who are currently out of the country </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No honeymoon for us right now</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyways, I am feeling much better and have gotten my voice back but a cough still lingers. However, my spirit stays strong.</span><br />
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Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-11975754929226184302012-06-08T23:09:00.002-07:002012-06-08T23:10:32.136-07:00He Put a Ring on It<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">He put a ring on it. He who? Jabro. Well, now I just call him Jabs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We were officially engaged on January 27, 2012. And since then, wedding planning has been in full swing, explaining my absence on here with my wild stories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So, there are three girls in my family. After me, my sister would've been next up for grabs, and after her, the little one. But they both had boyfriends, and soon after my engagement, the little two soon followed suit. My second sister is engaged to be married 2 weeks before me this year. A decision that took me time to getting used to; all for the better I suppose.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Anyways, with 2 big fat Indian weddings coming up this summer, needless to say I've had a pretty full plate. I am very excited for the summer though. There are so many changes ahead. Getting married, having a new place, living with the in-laws, and starting a new job. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The journey ahead is going to be bittersweet but very welcome in the next new chapter of my life. Let's do this!</span>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-92061146361964122962012-01-01T16:59:00.000-08:002012-01-01T16:59:18.126-08:00New Year, New Beginnings<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, it finally happened. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I met a guy who wasnt a total jerk. In fact, he is the most sincere and down to earth man I've ever met. The first day we met, I was very much guarded and a bit hostile if you must because I was just so sick of going out on a bad date, and I had to fly back to Texas to meet him. Surprisingly, he kept winning me over throughout the night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He's officially the 2nd guy I ever let hold my hand on a date. Albeit, it was for only 30 mins. I'm not a fan of holding hands- at all. Makes me feel like a child.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Anyway, I met him again 2 days after our first meeting and as soon as I saw him, I just sat there on the couch in his living room thinking, "I'm totally gonna marry this guy."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Astonished? So was I! I'd only known the guy for a total of maybe 40 days! Never in my life did I ever think I'd want to marry someone after one meeting/date. I'm not in love with him just yet, but I'm very fond of him. I'm slowly learning to open myself up emotionally to him and allowing him to fill this heavy void I've been carrying with me for a very long time. I'm so excited for this year and my engagement in 27 more days!!!</span>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-52996650563033962472011-12-30T00:14:00.000-08:002011-12-30T00:14:37.288-08:00A Man's POV<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So I was getting ready to share another story with you all today but then I came across something interesting. An Indian man writing from his POV on arranged marriage. Here's the link:</span> <a href="http://www.rahuldesai.com/blog/tabid/3310/bid/5117/Ten-Rules-of-Arranged-Marriage-in-India.aspx">http://www.rahuldesai.com/blog/tabid/3310/bid/5117/Ten-Rules-of-Arranged-Marriage-in-India.aspx</a>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-44443800933606094762011-12-07T11:35:00.001-08:002011-12-07T11:48:31.618-08:00Bhootni Ke<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, there was once a guy that we will call "Bhootni Ke." This translates to "like a ghost."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Now, being called a ghost is no compliment. But I think the name suits him perfectly. I met this one online and he lasted a whole 2 weeks in my life. Seems like he was around a lot longer than that. <span style="font-family: Georgia;">I may live off Meany Ave; Bhootni Ke was the epitome of a meanie.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Bhootni Ke seemed nice at first. We had some things in common. He was from Thailand so it was pretty interesting to hear stories about his childhood. He seemed ok to meet but thank goodness he revealed his ugly side before that happened. This story is from 2010 right around the time I got injured at work. The guy became such an unsupportive jerk when I mentioned I needed to start physical therapy for my leg. Then, to top things off, he tells me he's gonna go to India for a friend's wedding but was going to also look at some girls while there for marriage, and if he was still single when he came back, then he wanted something to work out between the two of us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Mind you, I'm a pretty nice person. I've never yelled at anyone before until I met this one. His ego was the size of Bill Gates' mansion. Makes sense for a short guy of 5'2" right? Napoleon must've been reincarnated through this one.... ok, that's mean for me to say, but this guy was SO MEAN!!! </span><br />Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-51064320908486906472011-11-21T09:51:00.001-08:002011-12-01T08:11:19.279-08:00Weaving In & Out<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I got so caught up in telling you all my current story that I completely forgot about someone important who's weaved in and out of life over the last few years. I thought about leaving him out of the blog, but he's been an important part of my life during my bad times, so I gotta tell his tale. We will call him Ducky. Why? Because he tried to woo me over Easter with a Duck. It was rather cute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ducky is a very sweet guy that I met in college. At the time we met, I was with my now Ex. So, I shoved him in the friends category until I was single. I knew the guy was head over heels about me but since I was recently single, I wanted things to go slow. At the time, my closest friends were my high school buddies who were slowing losing contact with me bc they all went to the big universities filled with tons of boys. Sad to say, I had no girlfriend at the time who could've understood my circumstances; only guy friends. Ducky being one of them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This guy and I got to know each other very well, and we spent almost every day together. There are secrets we both know about one another that we'll take to our graves. For fun, we'd go star gazing and just sit there without saying a word to one another. We'd formed a really deep bond.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Sounds great right? It was. My family eventually met him. Everyone loves him and tells me to marry the guy. But I fudged it all up. My Ex had me so manipulated and brainwashed that I got back with him and left this one. One of the biggest mistakes I've ever made in my life. I regretted that decision so much. There are times when I sit and think about that time in my life and I wished I had my now bestie back then to slap me straight. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">But that's just how the cookie crumbles I guess.</span>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-86723564744057540422011-11-19T03:25:00.001-08:002011-11-19T04:09:40.968-08:00Sweet Surprises<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">btw, I named the bear Gimpy. :D idk why, but i did</span></div>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-89607077739086393052011-11-15T04:48:00.001-08:002011-11-15T05:22:45.906-08:00A Drunken Kiss is A Sober Handshake<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So a very wise girlfriend of mine told me last week that "A Drunken Kiss is A Sober Handshake." I like that. Because that's how I met my latest random guy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">We will call him 'The Vegas Guy.' </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I recently went to Vegas with the only intention of having a fun girl's weekend out. And of course, I meet some random guy who ends up being a complete catch. The Vegas Guy and I had a lot of fun hanging out and we exchanged numbers as well. Then Sunday hits and the realization that the guy was a lot younger than I thought he was. Younger than me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">What a huge bummer!!! I even thought about implementing the whole 'age is but a number.' Anyway, he and I decided to keep in contact but not pursue anything serious. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Meeting this guy helped make my weekend in Vegas something I will never forget!</span>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-76395667743502600692011-11-09T00:50:00.000-08:002011-11-10T14:33:21.866-08:00Debonair<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">While my parents have been busy trying to find me a man to marry, for the past year, I've been also on online dating sites doing my own search.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">My personal rule is never to talk to more than one guy at a time. I can multitask pretty well, but not THAT well. It just seems shady to me. Plus, if I talk to more than one person at a time, I wouldn't be giving someone a wholehearted attempt at winning me over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Obviously, I'm still single. Meaning that my online dating experience exactly isn't panning out very well. I was on one site and I think they ran out of matches for me, so I decided why not try a new site with a trial profile and see if I like it or not. I was very nervous about it because I didnt know what to expect. To be honest, I filled out a bare minimum profile with one liner answers. Right away I'd gotten a message from someone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I've never laughed this hard ever before.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So a guy named Debonair wanted to get to know me. Here's his message to me:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Just wait....</span> <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">it gets way worse. I actually went to the guy's profile and read it. I became so discouraged to remain on this site... How in the world do these people find me?!?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Meet Debonair. He is a 58yo Indian Fashion Designer out of Beverly Hills who is looking for a woman between the ages 25-45. Debonair wants someone who will not play games, ask for a financial arrangement, has a good face and body, and etc. etc. His profile made me laugh, say "aww, how sad," and then laugh some more. His pictures add to it even more. He says he doesnt want a golddigger, yet is posting pictures of his cars, house, bedroom, and helicopter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So I am an Aquarius here, and a Virgo there. But over there, the readings are very different. Keep this in mind as you read on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Along with reading horoscopes, we also do palm reading. I've learned the art of hand reading and am pretty much an amature at it, but it's an art that you have to really study. Part of the hand reading is destiny reading. The lines on our hands change over time, meaning our destinies are also changing with it, based on the decisions we choose to make. Well, with the palm readings and the astrological calculations we do, our Hindu priests are able to determine the "good times" and "bad times" in our lives. They can also predict a time frame of marriage, having children, and approximate age of death.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">When you reach the marriage potential status, some people take this a little further. My family and I dont go this far, but some of my potential suitors do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">There's a thing called matching Kundalis. You take the date, time, location of your birth and match it to your prospective match. There are up to 36 things that can match, making you extremely compatible. I've heard I matched 34 things with Hotlanta. We all know how that ended. And I think the lowest one I've gotten is a 7 with someone. Dodged a bullet there-whew. lol. The priests that match these Kundalis can also tell you more detailed stuff (mostly nonsense in my book) about the two people. It's all usually bad stuff. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">For instance, they might think the girl's stars are misaligned and unbalanced thereby making her first marriage end in divorce. To avoid this catastrophe, she must first marry a plant and then the guy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Seriously?..... seriously......</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This has been done. Aishwariya Rai is the Angelina Jolie of Bollywood. She was Miss World in like 1997 or something and she married the up & coming Brad Pitt of Bollywood. But not before she married a tree first. -_-</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I'm a skeptic when it comes to this. My mom has had my horoscope read by a lot of people since I was little bc I'm a magnet for bad luck- no joke. I've had black magic curses put on me when I've gone to India, etc. I'm relieved she doesnt wanna match my kundali with anyone bc they might they tell her to marry me to a dog first. Seriously......</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">There's a guy who wants to marry me right now that is looking into matching our Kundalis today. He wants to make sure we match first before they ask my parents for my hand in marriage. :D :D :D im laughing up a storm right now. Umm...I'd like to be asked too you know. Every girl has a dream about a proposal. I'd like to not save it just for my dreams.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Anyways, yesterday was our Diwali. It's a huge holiday we celebrate with lighting lights, candles, do fireworks, etc. to celebrate life and the story of Ramayana; how good overcame evil. Today is our New Year. It's said that what you do on the day of New Years will resonate for the rest of the coming year. So last year, I was on a plane traveling. I've traveled a lot this year. Today, I've cleaned, cooked, worked on a project, and planned a trip. So, maybe I have a year of near domestication ahead??? We will see! Happy New Year everyone! (Saal Mubarak).</span>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-13218669112592749512011-10-15T05:12:00.000-07:002011-10-15T05:18:32.408-07:00Britain, I salute you!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So there's something about British guys that attracts me to them. It's not the accent, because not all of them have one. It's something.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">H actually is in England right now. He and I were introduced by hoards of family friends when they all found out he was coming to the States for a vacation. So he and I have been corresponding for about 3 years now. We've been trying to get to know each other better for this long time and being in different countries and time zones dont help. So, we continue to try. Maybe one day it'll be concluded whether we should agressively pursue this or say goodbye. Side note: he's super cute in a total dorky way! Have I mentioned I'm attracted to nerdy looking guys who wear glasses, are about avg build, and make corny jokes? This guy loves to rag on Americans and their S'mores, making me his perfect target. I dont mind, I love hearing the British accent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Some friends of mine from Dallas had come to visit my parents when I wasnt home. They had a guest in tow. He saw pictures of me in the house and I assume was taken with me. He had told his parents that he wanted a setup to meet me. Well, word got around that I was coming home for our holiday. Some lady had called my mom and they arranged a meeting for the day I was going to come back to Cali. So the guy knew we were meeting this day but the only one out of the loop was me. I walked right into disaster. To top it off, my mom didn't know what guy it was. She said the lady told her he saw my pictures at my house but it never occurred to her it was the same weird one that came with my friends. That day that they visited, my dad had his professional camera out to clean. This guy thought he'd come over and help put it away or clean it or something, and he broke my dad's camera. My dad was pissed. When my mom saw the guy as we walked in, she whispered to me, "that's the guy that broke your camera. None of us like him, so don't like him either." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The guy came alone to his aunt's place, but his cousins were there checking me out and giggling in the kitchen. His aunt and uncle were obviously in unfamiliar territory. The guy just sat there gawking at me while I was trying to avoid eye contact. My mom, aunt, and little cousin were with me and they just sat there looking at my face to see if I was attracted to the guy... ya, as if anyone can read my face that easily.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Well, we ended up "going on a drive," and he drove us 15 miles out to a Starbucks. Wow, right? Well we walk in and sit down to have a chat. I dont remember anything this guy said beyond P90X. He was so hardcore about it. I told him I didnt do it but he seemed to want to recruit me or something. P90X this, P90X that. He is the P90X Guy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Needless to say I rejected him. This was one year ago. I'm going back home for the festivities in a few more days and I'm praying another repeat of last year isn't in stow for me again this year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This past May, I saw him again at my friend's wedding. He kept staring and smiling at me. I figured out who his mum was within 20 mins of reaching the wedding venue. She kept staring at me too. My mum in the meantime was busy trying to get me to meet 3 guys. One of whom turned out to be the P90X Guy's little brother!!! Heck no! One of the other guys I met that day turned out to have a girlfriend that his mom didnt know about already.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">My world is very small and it keeps getting smaller. My dad swears he hates that guy for breaking his camera.</span>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-60032934587296402792011-09-20T14:51:00.000-07:002011-09-20T14:51:51.516-07:00Is Arranged Marriage Really Any Worse Than Craigslist?<a href="http://nymag.com/nymetro/news/culture/features/11621/comments.html">Is Arranged Marriage Really Any Worse Than Craigslist?</a><br /><br />Here is an incredible journalist telling her experience with Arranged Marriage. We have so much in common.Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-50613804788807613322011-09-18T10:55:00.000-07:002011-09-18T10:55:51.478-07:00Oh, Yogi!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, the drama had left off at me being in Chicago getting ready to meet Ted, (who I am now renaming 'Yogi Bear,'). Also, Kiddha had called to say he's coming up from Oklahoma to where I am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I did meet Yogi Bear. Twice. On the first night, I was dreading it so much, I made my sister come along on the date for my moral support. Side note: we ordered this Dark Chocolate Lava Cake and Hazelnut Gelato dessert that came out presented in a penis shape and Yogi Bear didn't notice. My sister and I had a good reminiscent moment from Vegas when I had hosted my first Bachorlette party exactly one year ago that night. That was an epic weekend *sigh.*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Before I tell you more, let me give you some background on this guy. Like I mentioned before, my parents were already 50-50 on this guy. Well, he and I started corresponding about 2 months ago-ish. We know basics about each other, so this trip was meant for us to get to know one another a little bit more personally and see if we want to take it further. I had told him in advance that I'd be asking some hard questions. I don't think he took me seriously until the questions started.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">End result: Yogi Bear is no longer a viable candidate. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The Deal breaker: He suggested to me that perhaps I may want to change careers. That was rude, but what was worse was him failing at a joke where he said I was like a Dexter, I'd hurt someone just so I could fix them. He referred to me as a murderer more than once on the date. I was dumbfounded and a bit offended, even though I knew he was joking (I hope).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He obviously 1) has a bad sense of humor, 2) really doesn't get who I am as a person and 3)saw no value of what I did for a living. I was shocked because I'd never met anyone before who didn't think the sun shined out of my ass for being a nurse. Honestly, it's nice when you get that recognition that I am in a tough field that not only is physically draining but mentally as well. He knew about me getting injured by a patient so I thought he was suggesting I leave the field to avoid further "occurrences." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">When I probed further, it was because he wanted me to open a business with him. It was so odd. I wanted to walk away and digest everything I was hearing. He casually explained that I didn't need to do that. But I could tell he'd probably really want me to because he would one day think his business venture was more valuable than me living my dream. No thanks.</span><br />
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Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-76620535477935728072011-09-11T06:49:00.000-07:002011-09-11T06:50:40.102-07:00Confused in Chicago<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am currently in Chicago right now, and due to my insane schedule this fall, I don't have a whole lot of dates free in my book for me to do "other stuff" like meet up the guys my parents are trying to set me up with. So, tonight, I have someone flying in from the east coast to meet me here. We will call him.... idk, 'Ted.' He's the 4th guy from Atlanta, im out of nicknames for them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I have a lot of mixed feelings about this. A LOT of mixed feelings. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I cant tell you all the details, but this morning before my parents hit the road to drive back to Texas, my uncle came upto me to say bye and he also added, "Good luck today, and just say 'No.'" He said this because he knows all the thoughts that are currently in my head. This arranged marriage business is a tangled web of a mess. Let me explain why.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Since none of these guys are my boyfriends, or even a guy that I picked out, my family (very objectively) begins to create a breakdown of the person at hand. Problem is that when they start to do this, I end up with some family members who like the guy, and others who are dead set against it. This is almost always the case with my parents. While my dad likes the current guy, my mom isnt too sure about it bc she wasnt given much information. But neither one has ever met the guy, or seen a picture until I showed it to them. Then, there's me. I'm kind of like "bleh." I know it's not good to be like this, but right now, I've no motivation whatsoever to dedicate myself to finding a husband. A lot of it has to do with Kiddha. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kiddha is a guy I met a year ago. The stupid idiot has manged to creep up inside my head and whenever I get myself to forget him, he magically calls, or texts, and whoop, he's back. He has me so confused. My friend named him Kiddha bc it means "what's up" in Punjabi. Yep, he's Sikh Punjabi. Different religion, different part of origination from India. It's like a person from California meeting a person from Montana. You both are from two different kinds of lifestyles and cultures. But Indians put more stigma on this kind of stuff. So, this means SpicyCurryChick has stepped onto the forbidden territory and is still figuring out whether to step forward or to come back to what I call, "Little Miss Obedient" land.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kiddha knows I'm meeting up a guy my parents are setting me up with this weekend. We've talked about it a lot and he's also supposed to be meeting girls his mom is trying to marry him with. So, we had a nice discussion; he gave his 'go ahead' signal that he was fine with it. He then, of course, calls last night when I least expected it and told me he's on the road for work right now and he's headed up this way today. He's confusing me! Wish me luck today as I try to figure out what I'm going to do.</span>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-57379734247619007472011-09-08T10:13:00.000-07:002011-09-08T10:13:43.068-07:00Hotlanta<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I dont know where to start on this guy. This guy is the closest thing I've come to a relationship since my heartbreak. I think we could've gone far, he and I. If it just weren't for his fear of commitment to someone. -_- </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The great thing about Hotlanta is that he made an attempt to get to know me. And unlike some of the other guys, he tried to work around my night shift schedule to Skype me whenever he could. It was difficult but bc there was that time dedication from both parties, it wasn't as hard as it is right now...(my current story is to be told later).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">As I mentioned before, you have to make sure the guys you meet from my caste aren't related to you. This guy wasn't found by my mom. In fact, it was me who found him. On Facebook. :D Social networking at it's best. Turns out, we know a lot of the same people but we weren't anywhere near being related *huge sigh of relief*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Another side note: It's kinda odd, but I always end up being attracted to guys who end up originating from England. This includes guys with and without accents. The ones who impress me are always the English. That country is definitely doing something right!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">When he and I finally met in person and knew sparks were flying, we had decided we would take it slow. I was his first "girl interest" and I was trying to come off my high horse of not wanting a serious relationship. So, things progressed how we wanted it to. We did tell our parents we were interested in someone and let them know who it was... turns out our parents were good friends with one another. This was a bonus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Then one day, we were no more. It hurt my feelings because .... it just did. Im not gonna get all mushy and girly on you all. But I completely understood his perspective. I get so annoyed with myself. I'm so understanding it makes me sick. So we decided to stay friends and in touch with the possibility, that we can get together in the future. But even that changed. The reason behind it is extremely sensitive material to me and if you heard the whole story, it would also hurt your feelings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So, I took all in stride and moved on. I know I deserve a guy who needs to be there through all my flaws. I tell people this all the time and I truly believe every word of it too, "I could never judge a person on their flaws because I have so many myself." I dont believe in perfection. There's no such thing. Just like you can never please everybody. There will always be that one exception. I guess for me, I want to find that one exception who looks at me and sees me through all my brick walls I've built back up. I'm not an architect, but I promise you, my wall is pretty darn solid.</span></div>
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Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-58888392861667865142011-09-08T01:19:00.000-07:002011-09-08T01:25:35.122-07:00The Muts Reconvene<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The Matiyas are a dedicated group of people always on the lookout to get everyone married. A few years back, the Social committees of the clan decided to hold a Convention every 2 years where people can come together and spend the weekend looking for a potential wife/husband. My parents LOVED this idea. Afterall, they have 5 kids to marry off and I'm first. Yay for me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In 2009, the Muts Reconvened for the Convention in Dallas. Our family went. The whole weekend I was stared at by the moms, and dads, and the guys. But not a single guy came up to say hi or introduce themselves. This is one of the big reasons why I dont like the guy from my caste. They have their mom and dads do all the work for them. One guy danced with me on the dance floor- appropriately. It was nice. And I dont consider dry humping a form of dancing. But I never found him again. I wonder where he went? I didnt care though, I was enjoying being Single. It was my second year into Singledom and I absolutely did not miss having a relationship at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The event started on Thursday, and by Saturday morning, my mom and fav uncle were being harrassed by one family to have me meet the guy alone for a convo. Problem: my parents wanted to reject the proposal. So there's no way I'd say yes. It's a guy my parents already don't approve of. But, the granny from the family kept following my mom everywhere asking for me. I felt bad and agreed to meet the guy to get the family off my family. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Everyone, meet Oompa Loompa. In my language, I called him the "Jaaro, kaaro, buttko" to my mom. Translation: big, dark, short guy. I'm not into "Jaaro Kaaro Buttko." My best friends and their moms loved the nickname I gave this guy. It suited him perfectly! But for my friends who dont speak Gujarati, he's Oompa Loompa. This guy, was a total winner. I'm 5'2" and this guy was shorter than me! Next, he was new from India. No problem for me, but a big disappointment for my parents. They knew right away he probably was a loafer, and they were right. No college degree, broken english with a heavy mix of an Indian and English accent. I dont require a college education but that's something my dad wants. He knows I take care of everyone, and he wants a guy that'll take care of me without worries. My dad can be sweet sometimes. Well, I asked the guy what he did for a living, and he said "accounting." I asked him to clarify bc I was told he didnt go to college. He said he handled his brother in law's money. Oh. He asked me what I did and when I said I was a nurse, he FINALLY made direct eye contact with me, and I swear I saw dollar bills in his eyes. He then asked me how much money I made. At the time, I hadn't gotten my job offer yet, so I technically worked nowhere and made nothing. I told him that but he wanted a rough estimate of how much I would make when hired. It hadn't been 10 mins and I just walked away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The guy didnt know this but my family members were standing around the corner from where we were standing and talking. He had pissed off everyone. That night we had a mixer and the guy found me on the dance floor, and positioned himself at a bar table right across from where I was. He stood there watching me intently and drinking what appeared to be a scotch. My brothers found him creeping at me and had security throw him out. haha. I love my brothers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sunday morning comes around and I see his brother in law following me all over the breakfast area and finally catches me while I was trying to walk out. He asked me what I thought of the guy. This is a violation for him to be asking me directly. He was supposed to ask my parents. Luckily before I answered him, my mom found me. She told him as politely as she could that her daughter didn't wanna be the one wearing the pants in the family after getting married.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>Step 5</strong>: Accept or Reject the proposal. In an arranged marriage, there is no get down on one knee and propose. The act of asking for you is considered a proposal. The formal proposal for us comes down the guy and girl saying they like each other and are willing to be engaged. Simple. If you reject the proposal, you tell your parent so that they can let the other party know you said "No." and of course tell them why. I tell my parents the real reason why bc they deserve to know. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So this is how my mom keeps them keeping one after the other. </span>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-25311511718177529262011-09-08T00:30:00.000-07:002011-11-10T14:42:09.474-08:00Shake My Head ... WTF moments galore<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">After Alligator, I figured my parents really did have a good idea of what kind of guy I was attracted to, and what kind of personality blends well with mine. They do, but the problem is, is that my parents get these phone calls from people in my clan. They're all calling to ask if they're still looking for "a nice Indian boy for me," and if so, they have a bucket list of guys they'd like me to meet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My mom was beyond frustrated with some of the phone calls she got. Some of the people would call her everyday asking her for my phone number or email to give to the guys they wanted to introduce me to. My mom and I talked and decided to put in a filtering system to wean out the flakes. So my mom's job now is to find out who's reccommending these guys for me, and find a friend that would give an honest opinon on the family. It's important bc I'm not just marrying the guy, I'm marrying the whole family. And shoot, if I'm going to be living with my in-laws, I want my mom to be rest assured they will treat me well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, one guy made it through the filter but on one has ever heard of him...ever. So I entered this cautiously. I'm already shaking my head before telling you what happened.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Right away, I knew this guy was weird, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. My patience though with this guy grew weary within one week. He was not impressing me. And I figured out he lied about his profession. My mom was pissed when I told her. Strike 1.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I called him one day to be nice. Im so mean, I never call any of these guys. lol. I heard a lot of typing in the background so I offered to get off the line, since he might be working? The guy didnt even think to lie to me. I wish he did. He told me he was playing World of Warcraft while he was talking to me. I was livid! So I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I figured once he starts asking me questions, I'll give him dumb answers. But he one up'd me. I asked him to ask me questions to get to know me better. So out of all the things to ask... this guy asked me what my favorite roller coaster at Six Flags was!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Argh... I'm ready to dump this one already.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Here comes the kicker. After his moronic question, I asked him why he was talking to me; like what was the point of him being introduced to me. He told me it was because his mom thought he needed a girl to talk to. OHH-EEMM-GEE!!! Am I this girl now? Or is Ashton Kutcher around somewhere to punk me? I felt angry, embarrassed, frustrated, everything. To make it worse, this guy wasn't joking. I told him thanks but no thanks. I shall husband hunt elsewhere. I wish though. This guy continued to call me for 2 weeks after. I felt bad, but this isnt what I signed up for.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I get my "oh hell no" attitude from my mom. So when I told her why I rejected this one, she was so peeved that she called the guy's grandmother to ask if they had appropriately raised their offsprings. I think his grandma was floored too. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And that was the story of the Aerospace Engineer. </span>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-69503687412923479342011-09-07T23:47:00.000-07:002011-09-07T23:47:12.970-07:00Hello AlligatorSecond up to bat is the Alligator. <br />
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I like to give vague nicknames so that not everyone can figure out who I'm referring to. Back to my story.<br />
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Me like the Alligator. A lot. He was essentially the guy version of me. Props to my parents on this one! 6 months after phones calls, and texts messages, we pulled out the "Just Friends" card. It's been 3 years since that time, and we really did stay true to being friends. Thing is, I was in Nursing School and still had marriage on the back burner. He didnt. So, it wasnt meant to be. I liked the experience though. He's a nice guy. Apparently, an aunt of mine is the one who suggested this guy to my mom. When I went over to visit her one day, she practically screamed at me for it not working out with the guy. "When I find you someone, I want you to MARRY him, not become friends with him!" lol. <br />
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Oops.. my bad. I've become notorious for becoming friends with a lot of these guys.Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-89522256159995293272011-09-07T23:43:00.000-07:002011-09-07T23:43:02.576-07:00Here We Go!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Suitor #1 is a guy I never met, but emailed a few times. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Personally, I think if we're being setup to figure out whether we wanna get hitched or not, email is the least personal way of getting to know someone. I'd rather have a phone conversation, for many reasons as follows:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">1. I want to know how you sound</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">2. How long did you take to write that email? did you really write it, or was it your mom? You would NOT believe how many stories I've heard where the girl was being emailed by the parents and not the guy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">3. If you're willing to talk on the phone versus an email, I'll consider you more seriously that you're actually interested in getting to know me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Since it was my first time around doing this whole setup thing, I didnt know what to expect. What followed was also kind of... odd? Email guy sent me an itemized questionairre for me to reply back to. I did'nt like this that much but when the guy said no to a phone convo for the second time, it was time to move "onto the next one."</span>Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-56698726250671340182011-09-07T09:59:00.000-07:002011-09-15T11:33:17.885-07:00The Ground RulesWhen my parents started to probe me about what kind of a suitor they should begin looking for when I turned 15, I knew I had to run away or learn to make excuses to dodge the bullets. I was only 15! But at last, my parents also wised up and found a way to corner me.<br />
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One fine afternoon, I come home from college. My mom made my fav Indian meal with all the trimmings. I am the eldest of 5. My favorite dishes are normally not made because the siblings get their way with almost everything and because I let them get away with it. Anywho, I'm almost done eating my rice when the whole family suddenly pops into the kitchen. They strategically placed themselves in areas to block off my escape attempts, if I dared to make any. Then comes in my father. *Cue the dreadful music* Comes over and asks me mid-bite what kind of husband I preferred. I choked on my rice. They finally got me.<br />
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Before answering my dad, I had my mom come sit next to me for moral support. I told them that before they looked for anyone, I wanted to set ground rules so that everyone is clear about my arranged marriage business. We came to an agreement that my parents can find "potential rejects," as I used to call them, but in the end, it would be my call on who I liked and wanted to have to annoy me til the end of time. Big downer on this agreement was that my parents want a guy from my Caste. This is where the fun starts.<br />
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The caste system is a social hierarchy that is used in India today. I am a Patel. There are seven different kinds of Patels, hence 7 Castes because we fall in every category. Most families changed their last names from Patel to something else because of the amount of prejudice they faced when first immigrating to the U.S. So, while it is possible I could have a different last name, most likely though, I will be a Patel forever. Coincidentally, I belong to the tiniest caste there is of Patels. The name of my caste is "Matiya Patidar." I shorten the name and just call everyone from my clan a "Mut." Not to be confused with the breed of dog... just saying... Anyways, the caste is so small, you have to make triple sure you're not related to the person you're being introduced to. *Crickets chirping in the background * <br />
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Is this starting to sound like an adventure yet?Spicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414210871402777688.post-21265845371649939422011-09-07T09:38:00.000-07:002011-09-15T11:33:41.337-07:00Welcome to my Spice WorldThis is my first step into the blogging world. Thank you to all my friends at work for showing interest in my stories and urging me to do this. Anything to put a smile on your faces. Ok, so the main idea of this blog is for me to tell you about how it's going in my crazy world in my mom's hunt for my husband. She's very dedicated to finding "the right one." I know the notion of an Arranged Marriage is extremely foreign and dumbfounding for many of you. I hope this blog works to delight you in seeing how much goes on in the act of creating a marriage. <br />
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I am no ordinary girl by any means. I've worked my life so far to be a good blend of the east and the west. Problem with this is that some find me "too American, and independent" while others think I'm "too much of a FOB for them" FYI: FOB= fresh off the boat. It's an Asian thing. Anyway, before getting off point... I think I decided to also start this blog to get feedback from you all out there. I think I'm a pretty nice, sweet, and spicy girl. I dont look ugly, am the opposite of clingy, and I dont need you to buy me anything, except for flowers... cant a girl just get flowers?? Anyways, point is, if I am all these nice things, why in the world is my love life such a challenge? One of the answers is the men (or boys) I meet. And I shall introduce you to them using nicknames my friends and I gave them. I warn you right now, do not eat or drink when reading some of the blogs that will follow- you will choke at some point. Ya, they can get THAT bad. But not everything is disappointingSpicy Curry Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00011500106272997351noreply@blogger.com0