Treasure Island

Ambrosia Ambrosia


Statistics Of Relationship


Men and women;
Before marriage assume that
Null hypothesis holds good for the two;
Coz finds no differences between them.

After marriage believe that
Alternate hypothesis holds good for the two;
Coz finds only differences between them.

People around them analyze them
To give descriptive hypothesis;
Finally find that success rate of
Marriage is highly insignificant! !

O' GOD,
YOU are expert in everything, but
Extremely poor in match making!
Always end up with mismatch! !

Submitted: Friday, March 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013
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O' GOD (with all due respect) , you hardly get score of 10% in match the following! (Forgive me)

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