Indian Problems!

Dear Readers,

I am writing this post to depict the funny realities of my life as an Indian, as well as life of the people around me. This is all based on my observations about my people.

This post does not intend to hurt anyone's sentiments. So I request you to take this write-up with a pinch of salt. I am sure you too would be able to connect to the following events and end up smiling by the time you finish reading the last sentence.

Where did my life go, Penny?

So, here we go!

• Parents say 'Don't talk to boys'! Middle School: Don't talk to boys. High School: Don't talk to boys. College: Don't talk to boys. Age 23: It's time for you to get married!

• Every Indian wedding you go to, your American friends ask if it was arranged.

• I spend an hour in the sun and I turn 50 shades of brown.

• 34% of Microsoft employees are Indian. Because of this, I think Microsoft Word shouldn't think my name is a spelling error.

• Keep your friends close and coupons closer!

• All these people talk about how much they smoke, and the closest I've ever gotten is inhaling the agarbatti (Those scent sticks you light up)

• Parents can turn the simplest conversations into something extremely awkward.

• Mom: Go do this, then do that, now do this. After that do this. Me: I barely started the first thing!

• You're Indian when "be there in 5 minutes" turns into 45 minutes.

• The best part about having a complicated name is that teachers are less likely to call on you.

• Your Mom tells embarrassing stories about you to the other aunties.

• When there is another Indian in my class, we either become friends or we are in direct competition for higher grades.

• I always have a love hate relationship with autocorrect when it comes to Indian names.

• I didn't choose the Indian life. The Indian life threatened me with a chappal until I submitted to its will.