observing jaloos since ’82

Mom to one, Massi to few, Messy to many.

Welcome to this messy little corner of the ‘nets. It’s here that I keep tabs on life and delve into all of the jaloos I’ve observed since ‘82. I was raised by wolves, in a second-generation American-Punjabi household, so it’s been a colorful ride and I’ve seen some mess, y’all. These days, I’m mid-stride into my Bibi era, while casually dropping the few remaining f@cks I have left to give.

It seems I’ve felt some type of way about being un-parented, marrying young and impractical expectations of patriarchal (and sexist) Punjabi households, and being a whitewashed brown girl in a very beige world. What type of way I was feeling, I wasn’t exactly sure —so I took notes. Everything was unpacked and analyzed, from living with endometriosis and all of its related joys (IVF, baby loss, navigating surrogacy, and surgical menopause), to the unavoidable run-in with a bitchy bibi or two.

Context — I’ve had the privilege of speaking with amazing therapists throughout the last 13+ years of my life, so I kept notes along the way, with thoughts and observations, sometimes judgments (as needed, of course), and all of the small things that eventually formed undeniable patterns. A full truck-load of trauma was unpacked, which did pave a way to finding a sense of peace in the small things (yay!), but rest assured, there is more –so much more weird shit to be discussed. So let’s.

Join me, in all of my middle-age glory, while I continue to figure it out as I go and consistently make people slightly uncomfortable, one conversation at a time. Also, if the mood strikes, I’m always down for a sporadic dash of chugliyan. I mean, I love mess.

All thoughts and opinions are my own.