When this blog started, I wanted it to be funny. It was an attempt for me to shed humor on the clash of two cultures (Indian and American) which often seemed so different from each other and which I struggled to fully understand. I was a kid who watched MTV videos religiously while eating samosas. I was able to watch sex filled rock videos while I sat in the family room, but I wasn't allowed to date.
Basically, I became a very, very confused person. Most of my friends and family can confirm.
As this blog has progressed, its been clear to me that when writing, its a lot like peeling an onion. As I recount a story from my childhood, I usually remember the highlights and the punchlines and most of these are pretty darn cheerful - even funny.
But as I start to recount the stories, other memories come back to me. Memories that I have allowed to sit in a place where nobody can disturb them. Not even myself.
So you peel back the layers of the onion. And you cry. And you write. And you peel some more.
In the end, what you have is some oniony smelling hands and a very puffy face.
But you also have some of your history.
This blog for me has become a place of refuge and a place to recount some of that history. Some of its happy, some of its not. But its mine.
I appreciate the comments and the love - not so good yet about dealing with mean comments and hate - but I am getting there.
Thanks for sharing this journey with me.
I hope its not too spicy :-)
Kiran
2 comments:
Kiran, I love your blog! I just linked here from your guest blog post on Mom in a Million. It's awesome. I will definitely be spreading the Masala Chica love!
Hey Kiran,
I love your blog! You are a great writer and your stories are funny! I will spread the word about your blog. If you get a chance check mine out at mamaslittlechick.com.
All the best!
Mama Hen
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