Friends And Family


Friends come into our lives in the strangest of ways :
Sometimes we find them at a bus stop,
Sometimes at a bar,
We find them  in school,
Or at work,
The Gym.
The doctor’s waiting room,
Sometimes through other friends.
Friends are people whom we like
Whom we feel comfortable with
Share happy times and sad
Who laugh with us and cry with us
People for whom we’d gladly die.
But how do we come upon our families?
How do they come into our lives?
Do we choose them at a cosmic plane?
Or do we get them by a karmic lottery?
Would we choose the same mother?
The same father?
Would we choose the same child?
-Sunita

Marrying Trouble


wealthymattersHere’s another wonderful story penned by Sunita. Ladies should you ever feel tempted to encourage a player,read this story.Ponder.Then desist.The Masters of Love may seem irresistible at the moment but a few days of giving into the madness will buy you a lifetime of troubles:

It seems this wonderful lady whom we all admire for being so accomplished, smart, intelligent, well qualified , good looking ( she studied overseas during her university days)and  coming from a well established old Mumbai family fell in love with a much married and divorced man. Much against her mother’s wishes she married him and told her mother that she was living her own life. Over the years they had their own two children in addition to his earlier kids and supposedly they lived happily ever after.But it seems this man is a born “lover” who periodically falls in love with another woman apart from his wife. It is not looks which get to him but the woman’s personality – the ability to make him laugh and exchange views with her. Fifteen years ago the wife found out that he was terribly attracted to this charming middle aged divorcee who gamely indulged in some mild flirtation. The husband’s ardour was aroused and he would have gone on to have another full fledged affair but the wife went to the new love and told her “You’ve already suffered the consequences of having your house wrecked by another woman, why are you doing this to me?” The middle aged woman backed off and the woman’s marriage was saved. Read more of this post

Marrying A Man Is Easy, Marrying His Mother Is Not.


wealthymattersIt is my observation that two women cannot share a man and a woman is more possessive of her son than she is of her husband. So it is a natural reaction for every woman to resent the son’s wife who not only displaces the mother in terms of affection but also in terms of attention . In the normal course of events the mother chooses her son’s bride so she is more amenable to the new woman in her son’s life and unless the bride turns out to be a monster, the relationship can be cordial if not pleasant and loving. But God forbid, the man chooses his own bride, the mother already has her hackles up and for the young woman to win her heart she has to climb mountains, do somersaults, hang upside down, walk over coals and smile through every calamity. Marrying a man is easy, marrying his mother is not.

Let Go – Make It Easy On Yourself


every relationship has a course to run and when the time comes for that relationship to end it does . There could be any number of reasons for the death of a relationship – the physical re-location of a person, a clash of ideas and thoughts, the redundancy of the person and ultimately the actual death of a person. It could be something that happens suddenly or something that happens over time but happens it surely does.

 

 

Heiresses Beware!


wealthymattersHere are some words to ponder.The whole story is here:Link

I can’t help but wonder what irresistible attraction a liar and a cheater holds for a young well educated woman with a good well paying job: two of these women were investment bankers,  one working in Canada and the other in England, who had no dearth of good proposals coming their way? Where does education, logic and good sense go when it comes to a man who has a sketchy past, an erratic job record and above all an inherent character flaw of being dishonest?