<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559</id><updated>2011-05-25T22:06:08.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joys of Married Life</title><subtitle type='html'>No I do not intend to get lucky for quite a few years!
This is gonna be hilarious, sarcastic, dark humoured, senseless bashing place..... anything but serious!

Well, I have this philosophy in life that for want of its share of quarrels, arguments, sarcasm, ridiculing, leg-pulling, flirting, mocking, flying-dishes, et al. a marriage is a wasted one! 
Praying hard my future wife does NOT happen to blog-hop here *nail bitting*
"It is not the girl in my life but the life in my girl that matters."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-3210529676233163727</id><published>2006-12-29T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:20:37.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its only words...</title><content type='html'>... and words are all I have&lt;br /&gt;to take your heart away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes!&lt;br /&gt;came across these beautiful ones so thought of saving them here for posterity ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khamosh mohabbat ka ek ehsaas hai woh,&lt;br /&gt;   meri khwahish meri jazbaat hai woh&lt;br /&gt;Aksar kyon yeh khayaal aata hai mann mein,&lt;br /&gt;   meri pehli khoj aur meri aakhri talaash hai woh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Roz kisi ka intezar hota hai, Roz yeh dil bekarar hota hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaash ke koi samajh pata ki chup rehne walo ko bhi kisi se ___ hota hai ?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-3210529676233163727?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/boyzone/words.html' title='Its only words...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3210529676233163727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=3210529676233163727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/3210529676233163727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/3210529676233163727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-only-words.html' title='Its only words...'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-115178695544441156</id><published>2006-07-01T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:33.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Besides beautiful days</title><content type='html'>This one just came up on winamp and totally got me! Making me all nostalgic and feeling not-so-good the way things are going back at homes :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has historical importance for us ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdepot.com/norah-jones/turn-me-on.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Turn Me On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;    - by Norah Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Like a flower&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to bloom&lt;br /&gt;Like a lightbulb&lt;br /&gt;In a dark room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im just sittin here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To come on home and turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the desert waiting for the rain&lt;br /&gt;Like a school kid waiting for the spring&lt;br /&gt;Im just sitting here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To come on home and turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its been so dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all your the one who turns me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the only one who can turn me back on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune&lt;br /&gt;My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To come on home and turn me on&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-115178695544441156?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lyricsdepot.com/norah-jones/turn-me-on.html' title='Besides beautiful days'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115178695544441156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=115178695544441156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/115178695544441156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/115178695544441156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/besides-beautiful-days.html' title='Besides beautiful days'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-114759090581202590</id><published>2006-05-14T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:33.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Delusion of Married Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blackfog/145991375/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/145991375_2062a43dca_o.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how our love life is and I know for sure our whole life together is gonna be! We keep petting . . . oops patting each other ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep making rules and she keeps giving me pats :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt; I wish she would follow &lt;a href="http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;such&lt;/a&gt; sweet rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curerent Music: &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/diana+ross/if+we+hold+on+together_20040359.html" target="_blank"&gt;If We Hold on Together&lt;/a&gt; by Diana Ross &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-114759090581202590?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114759090581202590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=114759090581202590&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/114759090581202590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/114759090581202590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/delusion-of-married-life.html' title='A Delusion of Married Life'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-114341465575334128</id><published>2006-04-12T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:33.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil Chahta Hai</title><content type='html'>received this on 27 Jan 2006, late at night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unse rooz bat karne ko dil chahta hai&lt;br /&gt;kuch sunne sunane ko dil chahta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Tha kisi ke manane ka andaaz aisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ki phir ruth jaane ko dil chahta hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had published this on 27th March but adding this tonight hence republishing in current date :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum roothe bhi to kiske bharose&lt;br /&gt;kaun aayega humein manane ke liye.&lt;br /&gt;Ho sakta hai taras aa bhi jaye unko&lt;br /&gt;Par dil kaha se laun unse rooth jaane ke liye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-114341465575334128?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114341465575334128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=114341465575334128&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/114341465575334128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/114341465575334128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/dil-chahta-hai.html' title='Dil Chahta Hai'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-114344932334989451</id><published>2006-03-27T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:33.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;YOU are not the best thing that has happened to ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;rather YOU are THE BEST thing that can EVER happen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know how to say &lt;strong&gt;THANKS&lt;/strong&gt; to you, for loving me so :-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or may be I can tell you (&amp; mean it in every sense of the word) that I LOVE YOU! And you know for me love = care! Hence dedicating this song to you &amp;amp; of course, I mean it, every word of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall forever remain your &lt;strong&gt;best friend&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; care for you like my baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song &lt;/strong&gt;: I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band &lt;/strong&gt;: The Rembrants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So no one told you life was gonna be this way&lt;br /&gt;Your jobs a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;br /&gt;And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month,&lt;br /&gt;or even your year&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;When the rain starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Like I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz you're there for me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still in bed at ten&lt;br /&gt;And work began at eight&lt;br /&gt;You've burned your breakfast&lt;br /&gt;So far... things are goin' great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother warned you there'd be days like these&lt;br /&gt;Oh but she didn't tell you when the world has brought&lt;br /&gt;You down to your knees that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever know me&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever see me&lt;br /&gt;Seems you're the only one who knows&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to be me&lt;br /&gt;Someone to face the day with&lt;br /&gt;Make it through all the rest with&lt;br /&gt;Someone I'll always laugh with&lt;br /&gt;Even at my worst I'm best with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;br /&gt;And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month,&lt;br /&gt;or even your year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz you're there for me too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-114344932334989451?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114344932334989451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=114344932334989451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/114344932334989451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/114344932334989451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-114311254690185693</id><published>2006-03-23T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:33.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Natural Progression of a Relationship</title><content type='html'>I don't have any slightest ideas as to from where I copied this! But came across this one loong time ago and here it is; a food for thought for everyone! Think about it, about relating to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;Interest and Attraction&lt;/strong&gt; -- this is where two people initially see or meet each other and decide they both want to get to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Infatuation and Falling in Love&lt;/strong&gt; -- this is the stage where you become blinded by your emotions and oftentimes behave like a love-sick puppy dog. The attention and mushiness of the other person makes you feel really great about yourself and you begin to fall "in love".This is all about how YOU feel about yourself because of the other person. IT is NOT love. It is that thing that reduces you to a slobbering fool who speaks in "baby talk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;The Comfort Zone&lt;/strong&gt; -- this is where you start to relax, and move out of the infatuation stage into something more "real". This is also the time where feelings begin to deepen towards the other person while experiencing a reduced feeling of being "in love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After being in this stage for awhile many people make the mistake of thinking the relationship is in trouble because they aren't still infatuated. In reality, the relationship is beginning to grow into Mature Love. So many people bail at this point and never actually reach the "Love" stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Mature Love&lt;/strong&gt; -- this is THE real deal, folks. You have reached the point of having a genuinely mature relationship, that, if you have chosen the right partner, is a beautiful thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Reaching Stage 4 doesn't mean the fun is all over, though. You can and will go from stage to stage at different times throughout the relationship. You can even learn to do things that will make you and your partner feel infatuated and falling in love all over again. Most relationships are either made or broken during the Comfort Zone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-114311254690185693?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114311254690185693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=114311254690185693&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/114311254690185693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/114311254690185693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/natural-progression-of-relationship.html' title='The Natural Progression of a Relationship'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-114252539602276635</id><published>2006-03-16T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:32.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Indian Family</title><content type='html'>She has put it soo wonderfully, I was speechless at the first read!&lt;br /&gt;Rachanaji You rock with your pen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE GREAT INDIAN FAMILY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Until the date they are other’s possession&lt;br /&gt;She is some one’s daughter, He is someone’s son.&lt;br /&gt;With their marriage they begin new life,&lt;br /&gt;They have new identity of Husband and Wife.&lt;br /&gt;"I, ME, MYSELF" have to pushed away,&lt;br /&gt;"WE, OUR, OURS" have to find their way.&lt;br /&gt;In all contrast they have to match,&lt;br /&gt;Differences have to be filled with patch.&lt;br /&gt;They argue, they fight silence is rare,&lt;br /&gt;But all is done with love and care.&lt;br /&gt;They laugh; they cry do all in share.&lt;br /&gt;After some time they make pretty good pair.&lt;br /&gt;As the time passes they are three then four,&lt;br /&gt;Then they decide on "NOW NO MORE!"&lt;br /&gt;Kids are burdened with parent’s expectations,&lt;br /&gt;Every day they get some "PREACHY SESSIONS".&lt;br /&gt;He earns, he rules, fulfils financial needs,&lt;br /&gt;She is quite involved in social deeds.&lt;br /&gt;They just can’t avoid some social obligations,&lt;br /&gt;Even if they end up in financial troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Children are now grown up, they begin to react,&lt;br /&gt;They want to be their own that is the fact.&lt;br /&gt;That is family set up with fixed process,&lt;br /&gt;Without win or loss, they just finish the race.&lt;br /&gt;Some live happily, some have miserable lives,&lt;br /&gt;In all the cases Indian Family survives!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-114252539602276635?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://rachanab.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-indian-family-until-date-they.html' title='The Indian Family'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114252539602276635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=114252539602276635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/114252539602276635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/114252539602276635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/indian-family.html' title='The Indian Family'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-113774593190928356</id><published>2006-01-20T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:32.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...hence he said</title><content type='html'>Dil Unko Dhoodatha Hai, Hum Dil Ko Dhoondate Hain&lt;br /&gt;Bhatke Hue Musafir, Manzil Ko Dhoondate Hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duniya Se Hai Niraala, Dastoor (hum :P) Ashiqon Ka&lt;br /&gt;Jeena Ke Arzoo Mein, Kaatil Ko Dhoodaten Hain!&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ae baarish zara tham ke baras,&lt;br /&gt;jab mera yaar aaye tab jamm ke baras.&lt;br /&gt;Pehle na baras ke who aa na sake,&lt;br /&gt;phir itna baras ke who jaa na sake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113774593190928356?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113774593190928356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113774593190928356&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link 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style="CURSOR: hand" height="275" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5911/395/400/jumpybean.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaj mein upar, aasma neeche&lt;br /&gt;aaj mein aage, zamana hai peeche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113771963815967435?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113771963815967435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113771963815967435&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113771963815967435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113771963815967435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/reach-out-for-stars.html' title='Reach Out for the Stars'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-113754064612499864</id><published>2006-01-17T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:32.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre marital is better than post marital!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO MY DEAR WIFE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the past year I have tried to make love to you 365 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have succeeded 36 times, which is an average of once every ten days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The following is a list of why I did not succeed more often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;54 times the sheets were clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17 times it was too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 times you were too tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 times it was too hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 times you pretended to be sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 times you had a headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 times you were afraid of waking the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 times you said you were too sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 times it was the wrong time of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 times you had to get up early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 times you said weren't in the mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 times you were sunburned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 times you were watching the late show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 times you didn't want to mess up your new hairdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 times you said the neighbors would hear us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 times you said your mother would hear us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of the 36 times I did succeed, the activity was not satisfactory because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 times you just laid there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 times you reminded me there's a crack in the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 times you told me to hurry up and get it over with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 times I had to wake you and tell you I finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 time I was afraid I had hurt you because I felt you move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO MY DEAR HUSBAND:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you have things a little confused. Here are the reasons you didn't get more than you did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 times you came home drunk and tried to screw the cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 times you did not come home at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 times you didn't cum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 times you came too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 times you went soft before you got in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 times you worked too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 times you got cramps in your toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 times you had to get up early to play golf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 times you were in a fight and someone kicked you in the balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 times you got it stuck in your zipper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 times you had a cold and your nose was running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 times you had a splinter in your finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 times you lost the notion after thinking about it all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 times you came in your pajamas while reading a dirty book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98 times you were too busy watching football, baseball, etc. on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the times we did get together, the reason I laid still was because you missed and were screwing the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't talking about the crack in the ceiling, what I said was, "Would you prefer me on my back or kneeling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time you felt me move was because you farted and I was trying to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113754064612499864?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113754064612499864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113754064612499864&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113754064612499864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113754064612499864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/pre-marital-is-better-than-post.html' title='Pre marital is better than post marital!!'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-113753980766665624</id><published>2006-01-17T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:32.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Wants?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Original List (age 22):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Handsome&lt;br /&gt;2. Charming&lt;br /&gt;3. Financially successful&lt;br /&gt;4. A caring listener&lt;br /&gt;5. Witty&lt;br /&gt;6. In good shape&lt;br /&gt;7. Dresses smartly.&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates finer things&lt;br /&gt;9. Full of thoughtful surprises&lt;br /&gt;10. An imaginative, romantic lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revised List (age 32):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nice looking (prefer hair on his head)&lt;br /&gt;2. Opens car doors, holds chairs&lt;br /&gt;3. Has enough money for a nice dinner&lt;br /&gt;4. Listens more than talks&lt;br /&gt;5. Laughs at her jokes&lt;br /&gt;6. Carries bags of groceries with ease&lt;br /&gt;7. Owns at least one good tie &amp; socks&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates her home-cooked meals, makes tea for her&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;10. Seeks romance at least once a week (with her ofcourse !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revised List (age 42):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not too ugly ( bald head OK)&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't drive off until she's seated in the car&lt;br /&gt;3. Passes the TV remote to her willingly when she asks.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nods head when she's talking (vertically, not horizontally ! )&lt;br /&gt;5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture&lt;br /&gt;7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach&lt;br /&gt;8. Still agrees to visit her parents house.&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down&lt;br /&gt;10. Shaves most weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revised List (age 52):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't belch or scratch in public&lt;br /&gt;3. Doesn't borrow money too often&lt;br /&gt;4. Doesn't nod off to sleep when she's talking&lt;br /&gt;5. Doesn't re-tell the same joke too many times&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends&lt;br /&gt;7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh undergarments&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates a good TV dinner &lt;br /&gt;9. Talks to her relatives when they call up on phone&lt;br /&gt;10. Shaves some weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revised List (age 62):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Remembers where the bathroom is&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't spend much time in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;3. Doesn't require much money for upkeep&lt;br /&gt;4. Only snores lightly when asleep&lt;br /&gt;5. Remembers why he's laughing&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself&lt;br /&gt;7. Usually wears clothes (his clothes)&lt;br /&gt;8. Likes soft foods &lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers where he left his teeth&lt;br /&gt;10. Remembers that it's the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revised List (age 72):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Breathing&lt;br /&gt;2.Doesn't miss the toilet                                                      &lt;br /&gt;3. Still Loves her   :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113753980766665624?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113753980766665624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113753980766665624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753980766665624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753980766665624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-women-wants.html' title='What Women Wants?'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-113753961796289339</id><published>2006-01-17T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:32.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting married is very much like going to a continental restaurant with friends. You order what you want, then when you see what the other fellow has, you wish you had ordered that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect wife is one who helps the husband with the dishes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing: either the car is new or the wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three rings: Engagement ring, Wedding ring, Suffering.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then there was a man who said, "I never knew what real happiness was until I got married; and then it was too late.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy marriage is a matter of give and take; the husband gives and the wife takes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a newly married man looks happy we know why. But when a ten-year married man looks happy - we wonder why.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his bachelor's degree and the woman gets her master's.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is incomplete until he is married. Then he is really finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113753961796289339?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113753961796289339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113753961796289339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753961796289339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753961796289339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-liners.html' title='One Liners'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-113753937762475339</id><published>2006-01-17T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:32.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How men and women make business?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man discovered weapons - invented hunting.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered hunting - invented furs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man discovered colors - invented painting.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered colors - invented make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man discovered speech - invented conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered speech - invented gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man discovered agriculture - invented food.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered agriculture - invented diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man discovered trade - invented money.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered trade - invented shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113753937762475339?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113753937762475339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113753937762475339&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753937762475339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753937762475339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/business.html' title='Business'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-113753901189848611</id><published>2006-01-17T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:32.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>better do not gift her</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;A man on his wife's birthday had no money to buy a gift for her. So he takes one blank cheque and writes "&lt;strong&gt;1000 Kisses&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he returned home, he asked about it &amp;amp; his wife said "Thanks! I got cashed from Bank Manager"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113753901189848611?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113753901189848611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113753901189848611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753901189848611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753901189848611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/better-do-not-gift-her.html' title='better do not gift her'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-113753857634796367</id><published>2006-01-17T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:32.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rich n free</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Husband,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, you came home and didn't notice that I had gotten my hair and nails done, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new negligee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching the game. You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't touch me or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either you're cheating or you don't love me anymore, what ever the case is, I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. &lt;/strong&gt;If you're trying to find me, don't. Your BROTHER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!&lt;br /&gt;Your EX-Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Ex-Wife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is a far cry from what you've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch sports so much to try to drown out your constant nagging. Too bad that doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did notice when you cut off all of your hair last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a man!" But my mother raised me to not say anything if you can't say anything nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep on you when you had on that new negligee because the price tag was still on it. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my brother had just borrowed $50 from me that morning and your negligee was $49.99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason I guess. I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lawyer said with your letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know if I ever told you this but Carl, my brother, was born Carla. I hope that's not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed Rich As Hell and Free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113753857634796367?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113753857634796367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113753857634796367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753857634796367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753857634796367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/rich-n-free.html' title='rich n free'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-113753782101672370</id><published>2006-01-17T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:32.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The airbag</title><content type='html'>A Married couple is driving along a highway doing a steady forty miles per hour. The wife is behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband suddenly looks across at her and speaks in a clear voice "I know we've been married for twenty years, but I want a divorce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead but slowly increases her speed to 45 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband speaks again. "I don't want you to try and talk me out of it," he says, "because I've been having an affair with your best friend, and she's a far better lover than you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the wife stays quiet, but grips the steering wheel more tightly and slowly increases the speed to 55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushes his luck. "I want the house," he says insistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to 60 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want the car, too," he continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 65 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And," he says, "I'll have the bank accounts, all the credit cards and the boat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car slowly starts veering towards a massive concrete bridge. This makes him nervous, so he asks her: "Isn't there anything you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife at last replies-in a quiet and controlled voice. "No, I've got everything I need," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really," he inquires, "so what have you got?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before they slam into the wall at 65 mph, the wife turns to him and smiles. "&lt;strong&gt;The airbag&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113753782101672370?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113753782101672370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113753782101672370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753782101672370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753782101672370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/airbag.html' title='The airbag'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-113753735264167774</id><published>2006-01-17T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:32.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contractual</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Wife : Honey! what are you looking for ?&lt;br /&gt;Husband : Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Wife : Nothing... ?? You've been reading our marriage certificate for an hour now!&lt;br /&gt;Husband : I was just looking for the expiry date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Its a personal joke between me and my girl about contracts! I tell her I am gonna get bored of her in 25 years so lets go for 5-year live-in-contracts :P Five must be a good figure and 5-year plans must be a good thing, after all the carts of our country are rolling on the wheels on 5-year-plans since forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113753735264167774?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113753735264167774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113753735264167774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753735264167774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753735264167774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/contractual.html' title='Contractual'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-113753691701345605</id><published>2006-01-17T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:32.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom versus Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between a mother &amp;amp; a wife?&lt;br /&gt;One Woman Brings you into this world crying... and the other ensures you continue to do so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113753691701345605?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113753691701345605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113753691701345605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753691701345605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753691701345605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/mom-versus-wife.html' title='Mom versus Wife'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21117559.post-113753516454595340</id><published>2006-01-17T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:31.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Wife : Do you want dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Husband : Sure, what are my choices?&lt;br /&gt;Wife : Yes and no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21117559-113753516454595340?l=joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113753516454595340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21117559&amp;postID=113753516454595340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753516454595340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21117559/posts/default/113753516454595340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joysofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/dinner-choices.html' title='dinner choices'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
