Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

I've been married for two and a half years now and so I guess it's only natural that our friends and family would want to know when we are planning on having a baby. When our friends started asking us when we were having a baby, I would respond by scratching my head and saying, "hmmmm, a baby?" In essence, my reply was a question to the question if that makes any sense at all. Now, it would be one thing if I had given this reply or quasi question-answer immediately after marriage. After all, most women don't think about a baby immediately after marriage. But this wasn't the case with me because I have been happily married for over 2 1/2 years and I'm still unsure as to this whole baby thing. The fact remains that I definitely want to have children. The question is when do I want to have them? And as to this, I haven't quite figured out the answer to this question.

Now the funny thing is that I always envisioned myself a young mom and had actually believed I would have my first child at the young, ripe age of 27. Well, this did not occur, mainly because I didn't get married until this age and also because I did not feel anywhere close to being ready.

Which brings me to my next point - what is this biological clock that everyone refers to? Seriously, all these women at my job when asked about their first child and the planning, their responses are, "Oh! I just knew!" And when I prod further into how they knew, their response is even more illuminating - "You just know when its time." Hmmmm. Yeah. Okay. Does that mean that there is a timer that goes off, hence the biological clock phrase and with that comes the green light that gives the go ahead to try and become a parent or is there more to this?


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Okay, fast forward two months: something miraculous has happened. I was in India and my period was dramatically late. Usually my period is like clockwork allowing me to accurately predict when it will come . So, it was only natural that I panicked after 3 days of no period. I talked to my uterus trying to cajole it to start the crimson wave and then something amazing happened - I actually wanted to be pregnant!

After five days of no period, I was convinced that I was indeed prego. I began patting my belly, envisioning a little embryo floating around and swimming. I started fantasizing about my baby, what it would be like, how I would tell my husband about the exciting news, my delivery, ect. And when I finally got my period on that sixth day, I was a little crushed. Okay, I was more than a little crushed, I was really sad that I wasn't pregnant.

So I guess this is it.......... I have reached the moment of truth - you just know when you know and I think I finally know....that I'm ready for a baby!

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Big Girls Don't Cry

Today, i'm an angry girl. Why you ask? Well, I just feel like everything is going wrong this week. I've argued with my husband, brother, and parents. I feel like there is this external force conspiring to make my life miserable and whatever it is, it is succeeding because I am indeed a miserable person this week. On top of everything, my job has been adversely affecting me - the Judge doesn't understand the nature of the cases and the cases, well, it seems that I've inherited every crazy case in this county.

I didn't think it was possible to cry for three days straight (pms anyone?) but miraculously i've accomplished this and more miraculously, I still have tears left in me. When you're this upset, you wish that your tear reserve is empty so that you don't have to keep feeling the pain inside of you but when you start to feel and be conscious of your feelings, your body reacts by producing these annoying droplets.

So tonight, still feeling sad, miserable and depressed, I decide to try and block my mind my watching continuous episodes of my favorite - Sex & the City and so far, it's working.....but, it's not enough. So I decide to add some Ben & Jerry's ice cream to the mix (fro-yo of course because though the tum-tum craves the sweets, my ever expanding ass does not) and voila, I'm happy! While I'm happy in this setting, I'm afraid to shut the t.v. and stop eating the ice cream - afraid that my emotions will get the better of me and make me feel what I don't want to feel.

Ultimately, I realize that what I'm really craving is someone to hold and hug me and tell me that they love me. Instead I'm stuck with Carrie Bradshaw and crew and a bloated fro-yo filled tummy. I think this is why I wish I had a dog- they're always there to love you - unconditionally as the saying goes and that's what I want at this moment.

Monday, December 31, 2007

What is that on your face?


I consider myself 100% Indian and I love everything about my culture – the values, morals, customs, food, language, music – I love it all. As a generality, I feel that Indian people are incredibly hospitable, kind, and friendly. There is, however, one thing that drives me nuts about our culture and I’ll pose this question for my fellow Desi’s to answer and that is– Why do Indians always feel the need to point out the obvious?

I’ll give you an example. Last weekend, we spent the weekend at my in-laws house and I happened to be in the middle of my crimson wave. We women already know what side affects we suffer as a result of our period but for the opposite sex that seemingly never seems to understand, I’ll spell it out: in addition to wearing a diaper for 5 days, we also get emotional (this is the only symptom my husband likes to acknowledge), suffer from cramps & headaches, and get pimples. Unfortunately, I happen to suffer from many of these symptoms, including the ever dreaded pimple.

Now back to being at my in-laws – During our stay, I got pimples on my cheeks. I didn’t do anything to hide them as I didn’t care – I was after all only at my in-laws and who did I have to impress? So on Sunday morning, after waking up and brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went downstairs to have some chai and biscuits. Instead of saying “Good Morning” to me (actually, I don’t think this phrase exists in the Indian language), the first thing that my husband’s grandmother says to me is, “What is that on your face?” Coming closer to examine my face, she again exclaims, “What is that?” I tried telling her in our language that it was a pimple but that answer would not satisfy her.

Now folks, seriously – did she not know what a pimple was? I mean, while she was scrutinizing my face looking at me like I had leprosy or something, I felt like screaming at her, “Do you think I decided to decorate my face like a pepperoni pizza this morning? Duh! It’s a friggen pimple. You had them, your mother had them, and your sisters probably had them. Would you like a magnifying glass so you can get a better look?”

But of course I didn’t say this. Instead, I nodded my head like an obedient Indian wife and accepted the pity she bestowed upon me. I tried seeing it from her perspective: to her, I was suffering from pimple-itis. I tried not to let this incident get to me but then after attending a party at my parent’s house this weekend, I began to notice a trend amongst our kind.

Example number two. This past weekend, my parents hosted a party. A lot of my parent’s close friends were present and I had also invited some of my friends. Now, I would like to say that my friends and I have all stayed at the same weight but let’s be honest, some of us, myself included, have put on weight over the years. For some, the weight gain is more obvious and unless it’s my best friend or husband, I would never point this out because chances are, the person already knows they’ve packed on some extra pounds. Now for one particular Indian Aunty who shall remain nameless, she felt that it was her duty to remind one of my “healthy” friends that she had put on some weight. This aunty actually went up to my girlfriend and after the standard greeting said, “Looks like you’ve been happy! Did you put some weight on?” After being put on the spot like that, my friend sheepishly admitted that she had. Seeing that my friend was embarassed, I felt like slapping that Aunty and saying, "look at you, you fat ghee eating cow! You have no right to talk!" But once again, I stayed silent and gave my girlfiend a look which expressed the fat cow sentiment.

Now after putting these incidents together, along with others which I haven’t recounted here, I have come to the realization that our culture feels the need to point out the obvious. We already know that a person has a pimple, has put on weight (or even lost too much though rare), isn’t married (I’ll save this one for another post), or has gotten tan from sunning. Do my fellow Desi’s feel that we are not aware of our so called flaws?

To add more fuel to the fire, I have noticed that this “sticking your foot in the mouth because you’ve said too much” trait only occurs with the older generation of Indians or those that were raised in India. Not to say that those that have been raised here don’t have our faults but this is one thing that us ABCD’s do not do because the fact that we can silently observe is usually enough. So my question is “Why?” I am genuinely confused as to why our family friends and relatives would do this to us. Is it because they innocently do not understand why we have a pimple, have gained weight, or remain single? Or is it somewhat malicious? I would like to think the former but when something remains so obvious, I can’t help but think it’s somewhat malicious. Or maybe it’s an ancient caveman-like syndrome, “I need you tell me, why are you still single when I have a boy/girl in mind for you or why is there a red dot on your cheek instead of on your forehead?” Maybe you can shed some light because otherwise, this will remain one of life’s little mysteries for me.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue

As much as I bitch, whine, and complain, I really do love my husband and feel incredibly lucky to have him in my life. Feeling rather romantic today (or gay as my closest friends would say), I wanted to express my thoughts in a poetic form - note that i do not consider myself a poet so please be kind while reading!

More importantly, I wanted to capture these feelings now before I discover the dirty dishes, the unmade bed, and my husband's dirty socks, which will cause my feelings of love to dissipate. Sigh. So here it goes!

sleeping softly while i get ready
i look at you
it's my favorite time of the day
so peaceful and relaxed
the sight of you makes my heart swell

the giggles, laughs, and the jokes from the night before
It all makes me smile as my day goes on
i look forward to when I come home
so I can rush into your arms and smell your sweet scent

at night, all ends with the touch of our feet
the moment that they touch is the moment that all is well
for all my stress, fear, and confusion disappears
I am with you and i know i am home.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Happy Holidays?


I usually love this time of the year but there is always one thing that drives me crazy and that is Christmas music. Now I don't categorize myself as a bah humbug type but after listening to "jinglebell rocks" ten times a day on 4 different radio stations, it's enough to want to bang your head into a wall.

And if the radio stations aren't enough, the rest of the world also wants to remind you for thirty days straight that Christmas is on its way. You'll hear these songs in the grocery store, drug store, the mall and every store in it, work, and even the gym (i had one gym instructor use a 60 min. tape filled with santa songs during a spin class, no joke).

The thing that these radio stations/stores don't understand is that instead of filling people with the holiday spirit, these songs actually make you want to hurt someone by the time Christmas rolls around.

I am starting a petition to have stations limit the caroling to 20 songs a day and with a specific time slot. This way, those that want to listen to "Santa's coming to Town" know exactly when to tune in and those that don't want to listen (like myself) know when to tune out. As for the stores, I have invested in a good set of ear muffs, designed more to keep the noise out instead of keeping my ears warm.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

All Couples Are the Same

This past weekend was quite ordinary for us: Friday night we stayed in, watched a movie, and of course, ate dinner on our sofa. On Saturday, we met up with two other married couples for dinner at a Spanish restaurant. Dinner with friends always starts out the same with us. We order drinks and ask each other the same boring questions, "How is work going?", "What have you guys been up to?", ect. After what I refer to as the bullshit questions are out of the way, we all relax and the conversation is able to flow with much more ease. Usually, the conversation is filled with jokes, laughs, and interested faces. Every now and then, however, you'll find yourself in a situation where one of two things may occur: a) you're completely disinterested in what the person across from you is saying but gently jolt yourself to nod on cue and appear totally fascinated or b) your spouse/significant other has started a conversation while you sit beside and hope and pray that he/she does not say anything embarrassing or stupid.

Well, at this particular dinner, I found myself dealing with this latter situation: My dear husband wouldn't shut up. Now don't get me wrong, I adore my husband and love his corny sense of humor. However, there are times when he will start a conversation and I will cringe because I am afraid that no one will understand what the heck he is talking about or more importantly, why he is talking about a particular something. When I feel that this is occurring, I will gently pat him under the table. When that doesn't work, the gentle pats turn to discreet nudges. And if that doesn't work, well folks, you have to go for the inconspicuous kick. At that point, if he doesn't get that you want and need him to shut up, then you're in trouble and you're better off downing the glass of wine in front of you. Nine times of ten, however, this sequence of physical taps will do the job and luckily for me, my husband managed to get the hint.

After we had finished our appetizers, our focus turned to our friend who was talking about his efforts to prevent his town from turning the local park into a senior citizen center. Exciting stuff. As my husband and I tried to stay focused on our friend, I began to notice that his wife looked rather fidgety. "Interesting," I thought to myself. Now that I noticed a familiar feeling in someone other than myself, I found myself focusing on our friend's wife rather than his park saving efforts. Well, after ten minutes of park rallying tactics, I noticed it.....the gentle nudge, the tapping, and finally the kick! "Amazing!", I thought to myself. I wanted to laugh, not because our friend had just made a joke about senior citizens picnic'ing in his backyard, because I was relieved that my husband and I are not the only ones to engage in under-the-table sparring.