The most difficult task on the earth understands girls and read the following which proves that notion:
These are Girls ads taken from shaadi.com these are actual ads on a matrimony site. Grammar and spell errors have no place in a profile description as everything is straight from the heart!
Disclaimer : I am not responsible if you forget your basic grammar after reading this ….
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- Hello To Viewvers My Name is Sowmya , I am single i dont have male,If any one whant to marrie to me u can visite to my home. I am not a good education but i working all field in bangalroe.. if u like me u welcome to my heart… when ever u whant to meet pls viset my resident or send u letter.. Thanks yours Regards Sowmya ~*~
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i want very simple boy. from brahmin educated family from orissa state she is also know about RAMAYAN, GEETA BHAGABATA, and other homework (Homework?)
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Wants a man who knows me better and can adjust with me forever. he may never create any difficulties in my life or his life by which the entire life can run smoothly. thank you
(The principle of running life smoothly was never so easy!)
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he should be good looking and should have a service. he Shoulsd have one brother and one sister. he should be educated.
(ain’t it unique !! 1 brother 1 sister criteria !)
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I am a happy-go-lucky kind of person. Enjoys every moments of life. I love to make friendship. Becauese friendship is a first step of love. I am looking for my dreamboy who will love me more than i. Because i love myself a lot. If u think that is u then why to late come on ……. hold my hand forever !!!
(The dilwale dulhaniya effect)
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i am simple girl.I have lot ofproblemin mylife because ofmylucknow i amlooking oneboyhe caremeandloveme lot lot lot
(I don’t know why but this is one of my favorites)
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My husband should be as ‘Shiva’ as in Kahani Ghar Ghar Ki and as Tanwerr as in KSBKBT……
(Ok I haven’t seen these soaps but I am sure she must be demanding too much, ain’t he?)
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i want a boy with no drinks if he wants he can wear jeans in house but while steping out of house he should give recpect to our cast
(by not wearing his jeans? ahem…)
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HYE I AM A GOOD LOKING GIRL,WHO HAS THE CAPABILITY TO MAKE ANY BODY TO LOUGH.I BELIEVE IN GOD AND ACCORDING TO ME FRIENDS ARE THE REAL MESSENGER OF GOD. THE 3 THINGS I AM LOOKING FROM A BOY ,THEY ARE
1.THEY MUST BELIEVE IN GOD.
2.THEY HAVE TO LIKE MY PROFFESION AND
3.THEY SHOULD NOT GET BORED WITH ME WHEN I WILL TRY TO MAKE THEM LOUGH.
(all of us are loughing)
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whatever he may be but he should feel that he is going to be someone groom and he must think of the future life if he is toolike this he would bde called the man of the lamp
(I am clueless, I feel so lost. Can anyone tell me what this girl wants)
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i love my patner i marriage the patner ok i search my patner and i love the patner ok thik hai the patner has a graduate ok
(I am again clueless but I liked the use of “ok”. The person is suffering from “Ok-syndrome”)
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HI IAM VERY COOL NUATHER OK MY HOBBY IS SEE T.V AND NEWS OK I HAVE 1 CAR AND 1 BONWL OK MY MOTHER ALSO GOOD OK MY FARUET WORLD IS OK
(the “ok syndrome” again)
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iam pranati my family histoy my two brother two sister and fater & mother sister complity marred
(somebody please explain in comments section how to get married ‘completely’?)
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iam very simpel and hanest. i have three sister one brother and parent.i am doing postal sarvice and tailor master my original resdence at kalahandi diste naw iam staing at rayagada dist.
(actually what is this girl doing? Postal service or tailor.??)
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my name is farhanbegum and i am unmarried. pleaes you marrige me pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes
(height of desperation! J )
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Iwant one boy who love me or my mother. he love me heartly or he have a frank he’s skin colour ‘normal’not a black or not a whitey. IThink the main think is heart if your heart is beautiful then you are beautiful.but iam not a handsome girl or not a good looking. but my Mom say that Iam a good girl. My father already expired . iam ‘’AEKLAUTA'’. THE CHOICE IS YOUR. bye bye.
(uttama purishinin)
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iam kanandevi. i do owo businas.one sistar.he was marred.
(No comments)
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I AM LITTLE FAIR INDIAN COLOUR. I DON’T HAVE ANY HABIT.
(maybe the poor guy meant BAD habits)
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hello i am a good charactarised woman. i want to run my life happily.i divorced my first husband.his charactor is not good’. i expect the good minded and clean habits boy who may be in the same caste or other caste accepted …
(but credit cards not accepted..???)
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my colour is black,but my heart is white.i like social service
(Zebra..???)
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i’m looking out for who lives in bombay, boy simple who trust me lot should be roman catholic, LOVE ME ONLY.
(Now that criterion is a must, isn’t it?)
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to be married on jan-2006. working man perferable
(this girl has fixed the marriage date too! But she is yet to find a groom. I wish his best luck on behalf of all of us. I am sure she will get one soon.)
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i would like a beautyfull boy. and i do not want his any treasure.because boy is the maharaja.
(Now he is going to be a lucky boy! Any takers?)
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ssc failed three times and worked with privated ltd company which not paying salary at present.
(Any takers again?)
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Dec 12, 2006
Gone are the days …
When the school reopened in June, And we settled in our new desks and benches…
When we queued up in book depot, And got our new books and notes.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and… Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips…
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to Colour pencils and finally sketch pens…
We started calculating first with tables and then with Clarke’s tables and advanced to calculators and computers.
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat…
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.
When a single P.T. period in the week’s Time Table was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats, And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
When few played “kabadi” and “Kho-Kho” in scorching sun, While others simply played “book cricket” in the Confines of classroom.
Gone are the days… Of fights but no conspiracies,Of Competitions but seldom jealousy…
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,In the opposite house during Intervals and Lunch breaks.
When few rushed at 4:00 to “Conquer” window seats in our School bus. While few others had “Big Fun”, “peppermint”, “kulfi”, “milk ice !” and “sharbat !” at 4 o’Clock…
Gone are the days of Sports Day, and the annual School Day , And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests…
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost…We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought…
With so much fun in them, so many friends, So much experience , all this and more…
Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends… Now we don’t have time to say a HI…
Gone are the days when we played games on the road.Now we code on the road with laptop…
DON’T MISS THIS ONE…
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Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn’t work.
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Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds. Now we chat in chat rooms…..
Gone are the days where we studied just to pass. Now we study to save our job…
Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts… Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart…
Gone are the days where we shouted on the road. Now we dont shout even at home…
Gone are the days where we got lectures from all. Now we give lectures to all… like the one I’m doing now….
Gone are the days… But not the memories…
Which will be Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and Ever…
NO MATTER HOW BUSY WE ARE , LETS NOT FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS…
When we queued up in book depot, And got our new books and notes.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and… Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips…
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to Colour pencils and finally sketch pens…
We started calculating first with tables and then with Clarke’s tables and advanced to calculators and computers.
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat…
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.
When a single P.T. period in the week’s Time Table was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats, And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
When few played “kabadi” and “Kho-Kho” in scorching sun, While others simply played “book cricket” in the Confines of classroom.
Gone are the days… Of fights but no conspiracies,Of Competitions but seldom jealousy…
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,In the opposite house during Intervals and Lunch breaks.
When few rushed at 4:00 to “Conquer” window seats in our School bus. While few others had “Big Fun”, “peppermint”, “kulfi”, “milk ice !” and “sharbat !” at 4 o’Clock…
Gone are the days of Sports Day, and the annual School Day , And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests…
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost…We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought…
With so much fun in them, so many friends, So much experience , all this and more…
Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends… Now we don’t have time to say a HI…
Gone are the days when we played games on the road.Now we code on the road with laptop…
DON’T MISS THIS ONE…
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Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn’t work.
***************************************************************
Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds. Now we chat in chat rooms…..
Gone are the days where we studied just to pass. Now we study to save our job…
Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts… Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart…
Gone are the days where we shouted on the road. Now we dont shout even at home…
Gone are the days where we got lectures from all. Now we give lectures to all… like the one I’m doing now….
Gone are the days… But not the memories…
Which will be Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and Ever…
NO MATTER HOW BUSY WE ARE , LETS NOT FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS…
Send To Your Boss
People who do lots of work… make lots of mistakes
People who do less work… make less mistakes
People who do no work… make no mistakes
People who make no mistakes… gets promoted
That’s why I spend most of my time sending e-mails & playing games at work
I need a promotion.
People who do less work… make less mistakes
People who do no work… make no mistakes
People who make no mistakes… gets promoted
That’s why I spend most of my time sending e-mails & playing games at work
I need a promotion.
Dad and Daughter — Lovely Story
This is a lovely story (Please take some of your valuable time to read it).
It’s said that we have a choice to make. I’ve chosen. Now it’s your turn to choose.
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” The father was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, “Don’t you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there’s supposed to be something inside the package?
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full.”
The father was crushed…. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life.
And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
It’s said that we have a choice to make. I’ve chosen. Now it’s your turn to choose.
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” The father was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, “Don’t you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there’s supposed to be something inside the package?
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full.”
The father was crushed…. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life.
And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.