observing jaloos since ’82

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

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

It seems I’ve felt some type of way about being un-parented, marrying young, the 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, of which notes were kept with thoughts and observations, sometimes judgments (as needed, of course), and all of the small things which eventually formed undeniable patterns. It’s a wild ride, looking back and connecting dots, 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.