Many Hindu families consider Astrology a big part of our culture. My family and I also believe in it very much. So kind of like reading the Horoscopes. The United States goes my the Sun signs and in India, they go by the Moon signs.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Seriously?..... seriously......
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. -_-
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......
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.
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).
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Britain, I salute you!
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.
The third Birtish guy I dated was an absolute sweetheart. Brought me flowers & candy on the first date, and an entire Godiva Cheesecake from the Cheesecake factory all the way from SF, where he was driving down from on the second date. He even bought Patriots tickets for the third date bc he knew I was a huge fan. I really liked the guy...but just as a friend. I didnt feel any chemistry with him to want more. Isnt that sad? I'm just sad. I had a complete gentleman in front of me and I was rejecting him. Happy to say though, he did find himself a deserving girl and has been married for almost a year now. He and I did stay in touch as good friends. Small world got smaller when his neice and my younger brother started flirting about 2 years ago. Little brother hates how I always end up knowing the girls he tries to date.
So, after that, there were a few more Brits I met and was charmed with. Hotlanta being one of them. There is one more that has been in the background and he usually pops in and out throughout the years.
We will call him "H" bc its too early in the morning for me to come up with a clever nickname.
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.
Turns out he and my old roomie are close friends. She's getting hitched in about 2 months to my really good guy friend this year. H was going to come for the wedding and stay a little longer for some "travel" but his boss won't give him the time off. I was so bummed when he told me. Oh well, maybe in April I'll get to see him?
The third Birtish guy I dated was an absolute sweetheart. Brought me flowers & candy on the first date, and an entire Godiva Cheesecake from the Cheesecake factory all the way from SF, where he was driving down from on the second date. He even bought Patriots tickets for the third date bc he knew I was a huge fan. I really liked the guy...but just as a friend. I didnt feel any chemistry with him to want more. Isnt that sad? I'm just sad. I had a complete gentleman in front of me and I was rejecting him. Happy to say though, he did find himself a deserving girl and has been married for almost a year now. He and I did stay in touch as good friends. Small world got smaller when his neice and my younger brother started flirting about 2 years ago. Little brother hates how I always end up knowing the girls he tries to date.
So, after that, there were a few more Brits I met and was charmed with. Hotlanta being one of them. There is one more that has been in the background and he usually pops in and out throughout the years.
We will call him "H" bc its too early in the morning for me to come up with a clever nickname.
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.
Turns out he and my old roomie are close friends. She's getting hitched in about 2 months to my really good guy friend this year. H was going to come for the wedding and stay a little longer for some "travel" but his boss won't give him the time off. I was so bummed when he told me. Oh well, maybe in April I'll get to see him?
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Walking into Disaster
On a bright sunny day, I was getting ready to catch my flight out of Dallas to come back home. Since I had a rental car, I was going to drive myself back to the airport from my parents' house. My mom had another idea in mind. She told me she was on her way to a family baby shower that same day in Dallas so we could follow each other on the drive into the city, but she wanted to make a pit stop at a "friend's place." I should've been clued off as to shenanigans going on. Well, we stopped at the house and as soon as I walk in, there he is sitting and waiting for me. *awkward*
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."
Can you feel my eyes getting wide?
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.
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.
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.
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.
My world is very small and it keeps getting smaller. My dad swears he hates that guy for breaking his camera.
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."
Can you feel my eyes getting wide?
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.
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.
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.
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.
My world is very small and it keeps getting smaller. My dad swears he hates that guy for breaking his camera.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Is Arranged Marriage Really Any Worse Than Craigslist?
Is Arranged Marriage Really Any Worse Than Craigslist?
Here is an incredible journalist telling her experience with Arranged Marriage. We have so much in common.
Here is an incredible journalist telling her experience with Arranged Marriage. We have so much in common.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Oh, Yogi!
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.
Fasten Your Seat Belts, It's Going to be A Bumpy Ride...
I never met Kiddha while I was in Chicago. He fell off the face of the earth the day after he called. He tends to do that.
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.*
Well, night #1 ended good so we moved onto date #2. This time, it was just me and him.
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.
End result: Yogi Bear is no longer a viable candidate.
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).
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."
I'm so naive.
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.
Sing it Jay Z, "Onto the next one!"
End result: Yogi Bear is no longer a viable candidate.
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).
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."
I'm so naive.
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.
Sing it Jay Z, "Onto the next one!"
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Confused in Chicago
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.
I have a lot of mixed feelings about this. A LOT of mixed feelings.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I have a lot of mixed feelings about this. A LOT of mixed feelings.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Hotlanta
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. -_-
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).
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*
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!
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).
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*
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!
Hotlanta is also English. And we actually did meet. It was an amazing trip, and odd but very memorable. I wont reveal details because those are only for me to know but it went so well that I even got this charmer to give me a leg rub before my flight.
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.
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.
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.
End lesson learned: I'm gonna have to continue being that girl that really may end up with 27 Dresses for now.
I should've also warned you all that the stories are also sad.
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