Where my desiness* shines through

Needless to say, in so many ways. But, particularly, this. Showing off my ahem culinary skills. It is the thing I most love being appreciated for, more than just about anything else. Call me sexist, but I think this is somewhat complementary to the concept of the way to a man's heart being his stomach. Praise my cooking and my heart is won already. OK, I am exaggerating. Maybe. *Come to think of it, am I wrong in thinking this is the desiness in me speaking? I mainly think so, since a lot of my non-desi friends a) don't cook or b) don't care, while the majority of my desi friends love to cook and greatly appreciate compliments.

The path to marital bliss ....

is littered with gems such as:

- In the partner requirements section of one matrimony profile - "Must take care of self and parents."

- At a "bride seeing" event - the "girl" comes in on request and sits down next to "Aunty". "Aunty" opens the conversation, "My elder DIL never sits down in front of me."

- Comment by the "boy's" mother on seeing the "girl's" picture - "Your daughter seems to be the chamathu* type. That won't work for my son."

- Conversation between the two sets of parents -

"We like the girl a lot. Go ahead and fix a date for the betrothal."

:genuine surprise: "But, you have just met her. Your son has not even met her."

:genuine surprise, again: "So?"

*Ram-ek-achchha-ladka-hai types for Hindi speakers. I don't think there is a perfect English equivalent. For obvious reasons :P Best I can come up with is overly-obedient-and-simple type.

Small world? I think so.

This song was playing in a Starbucks in Dallas, TX a couple of weeks ago (when this blog wasn't born yet), I remembered it while drinking my coffee :)