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 to 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 realise, 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."

tfs
wese i think love is batter than arrange marriage  :comeon: kaeea tey beetia ohna nu puchoo ...

bhi sach a jandia....phela tu eh dass tu aide de topic kasto seach kar rahea ajj kal???
kite viah vuh ta ni karwon lagga tu v :

Wow wht an explaination uncle

ohh balle jhanda v romantic ho jaanda

baut sohna jhanda saab shaa ge... aa ta chaleya yara di facebook te :hehe:

very nice ji kia baat hai..