This text is brown, just like me.
I’m a teenage girl who was born in the United States from two Indian immigrants. Some immigrants have stories of great accomplishment or terror; my parents have neither and that is something to be thankful for.
I have many things to say on the topic of Indians, so I’m going to limit this as an introduction; not to my culture, but to me. I can understand my parents native language of Hindi, but I choose not to speak it. For one, any accent I may have had has faded, making me sound absolutely ridiculous when I speak. Another is that a lot of people can’t understand what I’m saying anyways, and there may have been a traumatic childhood experience of my grandmother laughing at me when she couldn’t understand a word I was saying. (My grandmother doesn’t speak English). I can’t read or write Hindi but I may slowly learn later.
I eat Indian food almost everyday and I know how to make a decent amount of things. If you gave me flour, water, and yogurt, I could make a full meal, albeit simple. I love watching Bollywood movies; it annoys me when they’re too corny/silly but it’s always fun. I have many things that I don’t like about Indians, and I also have many things I’m proud of. That can be saved for a later time though.
If anyone happens to be reading this or any of my other posts, let me know by leaving a comment. I would love to hear everyone’s input and opinions about my blog so far. Also, I feel like I should have a little closing catchphrase…the only thing that comes to mind is Natalie Tran’s “Stay well, eat fruit, and remember…” I’ll have to think of something.
For some unknown reason, I’ve had a recent obsession with Snickers bars. I never used to be particularly fond of them; I actually didn’t like them at times. But when I was doing homework the other day I saw a full-size bar in my pantry and decided to be a rebel; I opened it even though I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to like it. Now we had the mini sized bars too so there was no reason to potentially waste a large one, and yet I did. Now my fellow Asians know that wasting food, or doing anything stupid in general, leads to all hell breaking loose. So I’m not really sure why I chose to open it, and yet I did.
Sorry, I’m getting off topic. In fact, this post is completely meaningless so I doubt it matters. But anyways, as soon as I ate that bar I was hooked. It didn’t take long for me to devour the entire bag of them in my pantry; I think I was eating at least one daily. However, they’re now almost gone and we probably won’t be getting more. It comes as a relief that this onset of Snickers will soon be gone and over with.
I hope you enjoyed reading this, and maybe you just realized that I have wasted a few minutes from your day in which you literally read about a candy bar. (:
I just wanted to say a quick hello to the total of 0 people who are probably reading this blog as of now. I made this blog to serve as an outlet for my feelings so it’s basically going to be a jumble of my random thoughts. I also don’t plan on sharing this with anyone I know so this is private; how ironic that the word private in this sense means that it’s open for any stranger to read yet my friends will never see it. Anyways I’ll keep this short and sweet and I hope you will get to know me and enjoy reading the ramblings of my mind. As one last note, if you couldn’t already tell from the title I’m of Indian descent.