Way Too Much Naan, But I’m Back…

A funny thing happened this Summer.

My sister’s wedding came and went in its grandiose, over-the-top Indian fashion, but then there was a series of ripple effects.

These came in the form of subsequent invites to other weddings, engagement parties, and just plain Indian parties. It was endless.

Yet another Indian wedding reception awaits me this Saturday. Do I know anyone at this wedding?

No.

Could I pick out the bride and groom in a lineup?

No.

Do I even have the slightest idea what the bride and groom’s names are?

Absolutely not.

And so, today I put my foot down. I explained to father dearest that if I have to put on one more saree this summer, if I have to line my stomach with one more piece of naan, or drench my intestines with one more tablespoon of butter chicken…heads…will…roll.

I can’t take it anymore. Just give me a fucking hot dog and a stroll along the breezy harbour front…this is Canada for goodness sake!

Of course, I say this with affection. Pretty soon I’ll be back to my usual love for the Indo-Canadian life.

I simply need some official de-tox. De-tox that I couldn’t find in the last four weeks that followed my sister’s wedding.

So that explains why it took me all this time to return.

Well, almost.

My other explanation is that damn “Year of the Chick” novel-in-progress. It’s August 9th, and it occurs to me that writing a novel is a hell of a lot of work. Like who has time to work a full-time job and write eighty thousand words? Seriously. But it’ll all be worth it in the end, right? Even if I don’t make millions off my “fictional” story?

Well no, it won’t be worth it at all.

I kid, I kid, it’s all about artistic expression, not the money! Blah-blah, so on and so forth. You know, I still  ask myself sometimes: “Self, what happens if you publish this explosive tale of shunning the arranged marriage concept (and falling for a sexy white cyber-dude), and it doesn’t even sell? Will the alienation of your entire family and Indian friends be worth it?”

Huh, what a question. I’ll let you know when I have an answer. In the meantime, I’ll keep my eye focused on finishing the tale, and convincing myself that it’s entirely fictitious.

But that’s not all, I’m also coming back to the blog! (that’s important to you, right? Essential to your happiness? Okay then, good.)

The truth is I need to come back, because between all the slave work of forcing myself to write seven thousand words a week for the rest of August (and then the psycho editing), I need another outlet. A few hundred words once a week just for fun…doesn’t that sound nice?

So I’ll be back for Sunday visits, because come on, my sister’s giant wedding and the weeks of my life it stole, has to be worth a few posts…at least.

And finally, for those who are still around, thanks for stayin’.

I’ll be back,