Mission

The mission of Masala Chica is to achieve the following:

1) Give me an outlet to complain about how nobody understands what I am complaining about.

2) Let me document all the things that my children Shaila and Nico do to me so that I will have to come and look at this carefully before I say "John, let's do this whole thing just one more time!"

3) Use this as a tool for enacting revenge on my daughter later in life when she asks me for something and I can say "No! Don't you remember what you did to me on November 11th, 2010? No fancy jeans for you!"

4) Remind me of some of the funnier moments of my childhood growing up Indian in New Jersey and without any Crayola crayon colors to match the color of my skin.

I think I blended yellow, brown, peach and burnt sepia together.

I hope that through this blog I can give voice to the following:
a) The disenchanted
b) The bored
c) Indian Americans who are cranky
d) Indian Americans who are happy
e) My non-Indian friends who support this cranky Indian
f) Sleep deprived mothers
g) Mothers who spend too much money on wine at costco
h) Women who are married to men who live and breathe soccer
i) Women who are married to men who also live, breathe and eat football, baseball, golf and anything else that can eat up a Sunday afternoon
j) Men who are a lot like my husband and want to better understand "the enemy"
k) And YOU. Yeah you. Over there

So come on over everybody. Take a ride on the spicy side with me and like I say, make sure you comment. If you don't "holla" I won't know if you like the "masala."

Namaste.