Her mother looks down at you because you didn’t study in IIT or Madras /Anna University.
Her father starts every conversation with ” I say…”
She shudders if you use four letter words.
She shudders when you eat eggs.
She has long hair, neatly oiled and braided.
She uses the word ‘Super’ as her only superlative.
Her name is another name for a Goddess or a flower.
Her first name is longer than your first name, middle name and surname combined.
When she mixes milk and rice you are never sure whether it is for the Dog or for herself. (That is baaad!)
For weddings, she sports a mini jasmine garden on her head and wears silk saris in the Madras heat without looking too uncomfortable while you are melting in your singlet.
She thinks Arvind Swami is the sexiest man alive.
Her favorite cricketer is Kris Srikanth.
Her favorite food is dosa though she has tried North Indian snack like Chat (pronounced like the slang for ‘conversation’)
She bursts into songs with her cousins in every movie.
She bores you by telling you which raaga each song you hear is based on.
You have to give her jewelers, though she has already got plenty of it.
She is more educated than you.
Her father thinks she is much smarter than you.
And he is probably right.
Note: Sorry Tamil friends.. This post was shamelessly copied from Sree’s Blog