1. Spend the entire day watching romantic movies.

2. If you'd like to spend a romantic summer night making wishes on falling stars, mark the second week in August on your calendar. The earth passes through the Perseid meteor belt around August 12 every year, which usually results in spectacular meteor showers for two to three nights.

3. Buy a lottery ticket. Give it to your partner with a little note attached: "I hit the jackpot when I married you!"

4. Pick flowers for your partner from the side of the road.

5. Write a short note to your lover that's spread out over several postcards, then mail the cards one at a time. You'll build anticipation for the romantic conclusion on the final postcard. (Maybe deliver that last one in person.)

6. If you're not much of a writer, create an audio love letter. Sit down with a tape recorder and just talk to her for ten minutes. Then giftwrap it and mail it to her.

7. Don't just go out to a movie on Saturday, like always. Call your partner from work on Wednesday and formally ask for a date.

8. Call a local radio station and request a special love song to be dedicated to your partner. Make sure he or she is listening!

9. Make a custom certificate for your lover. (You can get blank certificate forms at a stationery or paper store.) Here are some suggestions: A certificate "For Putting Up With Me Over the Years," an award for "The World's Best Wife," a ribbon "For Hugs & Kisses Above and Beyond the Call of Duty."

10. Mail your partner a Rolodex card with your name and number on it. Write on it: "Your instant resource for love. Call when lonely."

This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry."
This was Mother's First Lie.

As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, "Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish."
This was Mother's Second Lie.

Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks. . This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, "Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning." Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired."
This was Mother's Third Lie

When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me.. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration; I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son! I'm not thirsty!".
This was Mother's Fourth Lie.

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A student asks a teacher, "What is love?"The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.

But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back o pick."

The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big wheat, but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.

Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him.

Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he start to realize that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.

So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.

The teacher told him, "...this is love... you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realize, you have already miss the person...."

*"What is marriage then?" the student asked.

The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."

The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher.

The teacher told him, "this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get.... this is marriage."

 

I never thought I would propose. Never thought couple of years back that I would do something what I thought was so absurd and stupid like this. Never thought I would make news that I reviled to hear about before. I never understood the proper sense and intent of a “*Proposal*” till then. In fact, I don’t understand it completely even now.


The cool strong breeze kept my eyes only half-lit, which sighted the beauty of the gloomy, dim illuminated dusk. There was a slight sprinkle around the corner, soothing and keeping the romantic effect of that magical evening at ease. It was an ideal state. It was my favorite day, preferred time of the day, proper weather and best place to be and of course she was there, the apple of my eye. The stage was set for a *Perfect Proposal*.


It was not that I had waited for a day like this but it just happened. I arrived there little early and kept wondering “Am I really going to do this?” The entire idea of a proposal kept me troubling all the time. This was simply because I did not intend to do this anymore. I was sitting on one bench. Slightly elevated place from where a diminished view of the entire residential area around could be seen. It was urban outskirts, I will say.

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frndship is a rare jewel that shines,
only when u give it a sunny smile

frndship is a lock dat opens,
only when u unlock ur true self to it

frndship is a song,which is sung,
only when u know its rhythm

frndship is a dream,which comes true,
only when u believe in it

frndship is a throne,on which u can sit,
only when u share ur kingdom wid it

frndship is a path,which u will find,
only when u know u r lost

frndship is a hand dat holds urs,
only when u extends urs

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1.    Never feel guilty about not able to cook

But do worry about not leading a healthy life style.

2.    Never feel guilty about earning more than him.

But do worry about not having time for each other.

3.    Never feel guilty about not having children

But do worry about not making an informed decision.

4.    Never feel guilty about not converting to his religion.

But do worry about biasing the children.

5.    Never feel guilty about keeping your surname.

But do worry about not understanding the implications of being couple.

6.    Never feel guilty about walking out of your marriage or partnership.

But do worry about making snap judgments about your partner.

7.    Never feel guilty about saying no to sex

But do worry about allowing days to turn into months and month to turn into problem.

 

Ten Commandments for Those Over 50 Years Old

For those that are already 50, start practicing.
For those almost 50, get ready.
For those where 50 is a long way off, help your parents do it..

Ten Commandments for Those Over 50 Years Old

1. Focus on enjoying people,

not on indulging in or accumulating material things.

2. Plan to spend whatever you have saved.

You deserve to enjoy it and the few healthy years you have left.

Travel if you can afford it. Don't leave anything for your children or loved ones to quarrel about.

By leaving something, you may even cause more trouble when you are gone.

3. Live in the here and now,

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What is love????......So What U Say...........

For all you people who say "I love you" when you have no clue what love is exactly!!! something to ponder upon.....


Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest??
It isn't love, it's like.

You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right??
It isn't love, it's lust.

Are you proud, and eager to show them off??
It isn't love, it's luck.

Do you want them because you know they're there??
It isn't love, it's loneliness.

Are you there because it's what everyone wants??
It isn't love, it's loyalty.

Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand??
It isn't love, it's low confidence.

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Most of us have fallen in love at least once in our lives. That one time that we fell in love could be the one great love of our lives, and that person we fell in love with is the one to whom we are blissfully married and with whom we see ourselves staying for the rest of our lives. That one time we fell in love could have also sparked for us a series of love affairs, some lasting happily for as long as it lasted, while others ending up in a bitter breakup.


Without resorting to sugary language found in sonnets and in drugstore paperback romances, we can all say that being in love is a wonderful feeling. Being in love makes us dazed and lightheaded, as if we are drunk. It makes our steps airy, as if we are walking on the clouds. We serenade the world with loud voices, and we smile and laugh even when there is nothing funny. This is most true when love is still new and all the gestures of your loved one appear romantic to you.


There comes a point in every relationship, however, when the sparks of romance, the fire that swept us off of our feet, fade into embers with the prosaicness of everyday life. When the flames die out, the relationship either just drags on or simply ends.


But we all remember how it is when love is still new. Perhaps if we make it a point to capture the newness of our love, of reminding not just our loved one but also ourselves of how the relationship started, then sparks do not have to die but just keep on burning. Continuously rekindling romance only takes a simple seduction of the senses.

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