- - Monday, July 21, 2008

We just found out that my great aunt passed away yesterday morning...it kind of just makes me realize...you think you kind of....know everything....but then you find out you really don't. As in we're all a lot more ignorant than we think we are.
First of all, i didn't really know anything about her. I saw her at most once a year for a week or two at a time...and i never really got to know her, because she was always so far away and everything. I remember our last visit most vividly, because we went just last summer. She had a stroke a few years ago, and since then she's been severely underweight - as in like 90 pounds - she is literally skin and bones, and it's kind of scary to look at her. haha she has this mannerism of making this weird old lady smacking-the-lips noise, and i remember when i was younger i would like..openly flinch when she did it near me...i feel very mean...
This last visit, i felt pity for her. She is a very, very sweet old woman. she does seem pretty content with her life (she cant remember much, so i guess that helps), but she doesn't get the attention she deserves or deserved in her life. So i talked to her a little bit, and asked her to show me old photo albums and stuff...she liked that :) and i gave her a big hug on the day we left for the states again...i dont think she's been touched in a while...its just not really an indian thing...like parents hug and touch their children tons and tons but then after youre like ten, it all abruptly stops. which is kind of sad, but it happens in a lot of other places too so hey, its not unique.
I remember watching her copy out religious passages in tamil, my dad standing by and remarking at how her mind is still in such working order at such a great age (she was 89 when she died).
So yeah, nice lady, but i honestly didn't know her much.
But i always wondered why she lived with her brother (my grandpa, my dads dad) and their family...like, all of my grandpas siblings would logically be married off - i knew she wouldnt have gone to COLLEGE or something...i just wondered why she wasnt married and with her own kids....But it seemed like one of those questions i shouldn't ask, because she might have been single for some shameful shameful reason...everyone was really mysterious about it.
Fortunately for me, my mom is a gossip queen and has a longstanding grudge against her inlaws (a grudge that they arent even aware of....yeah she's THAT insane) I don't mean to call her specifically STUPID, but it seems that amongst the uneducated, theres a need to create a lot of drama in their lives just to keep themselves occupied. In pretty much every part of my family tree i can find someone who has a grudge against someone else in the family, or someone who refuses to speak with, meet, look at, or aknowledge another family member, usually for some insanely moronic reason. Anyways my mom happily told me the deal with Lakshmi Athai:
She WAS married, at the lovely age of seventeen, and then her husband died two weeks later. :O. GOD wouldnt that suck? not emotionally exactly, because she wouldnt really be that close to him after two weeks...but once you're a widow in hindu society, you're like...worthless. a burden. imagine having to think you've suddenly become just that to your family! mustve been really painful for her. She moved in with her brother, my grandpa...i dont know, maybe they were really close out of all their eight siblings, maybe the situation was just convenient ( i prefer to believe the former.)
I was like "how did he die in two WEEKS??" was he really ancient? was he really sick? my mom said "no he was in the army"....the army.....uh, india wasn't in any wars. the indian independence movement was still ongoing during that time, its true, but the indian independence movement if youll remember was NONVIOLENT so uh, thats not how he died. its possible he was one of the soldiers sent by the british to fight in world war two right? but i dont think so, cuz i wouldve heard lots about such a famous (albeit dead and not actually related) relative. so....he was a soldier, but he must have died out of his occupation. maybe he got run over by a cow.

apparently Lakshmi Athai herself has some moronic grudge against her whole family - BUT if i use my brain a bit...maybe its not so moronic. maybe they were total assholes to her when she became a widow...whatever it is, she specified in a letter she wrote concerning her death (a few years earlier) that she wanted: "her body should be taken to the crematorium only in an Ambulance, no religious rites should be performed no photograph shouldbe given in news papers (no one at Mangala Vilas should be informed !)" the exclamation mark is my uncles surprise that she didn't want to inform her family of her death...must have some grudge against her siblings, cuz her parents are long gone.
it seems like, in her death wishes, she really didnt want to be a burden to anyone. which is SO sad, because i think she already considered herself a burden throughout her life.
so yeah....one thing pisses me off though. various family members have been emailing all the other family members with posh, overly formal, sickening words...i mean first of all, if anyone really cared about her, wouldnt they be calling instead of emailing? this whole new age technology...BLAH. it just makes the messages emotionally detached. second of all, way to use a bunch of pretty words to describe someone you dont know - like, in all their emails people say "we have all these wonderful memories of her... she was a blessing to the world..." LIAR YOU MET HER TWICE
hahahha i guess i haveno right to be pissay
and then, everyone starts using phrases like "her soul now sits in the heavenly abode looking down on us" and "It was the Almighty's way of easing her pain" doubleyou tee eff man. these are literally some of the least religious people ive ever met, and they start dragging these words in.
i dunno, i think that if they never really knew her, they should just send condolences to those who did - like "Dear Ganesh...I know you loved your aunt. i heard she was a sweet, lovely woman....our blessings are with you in this time of loss" yknow? simple, fo sho.
having said all that, we got this really sweet message from my dad's cousin (who is really cool by the way, and i really like his daughter...shes a year younger and way fun). :

"I am with Akhila (my sister) and family right now and we spent the last 3 or more hours reminiscing the good times we had with her when we were growing up. To me personally, she was the epitome of a friend, philosopher and guide, and much more. It is almost as if she was around every time I was growing up facing hard times (e.g., after my father passed on). And she was around not just physically, but psychologically and spiritually.

To me, her passing is to reminisce and celebrate our own past (so rich with family and friends) and cherish our own ways of doing the same for future generations…"

ahahaha i love how im putting this up for the world to see....welllllwhateveahhhh!!!!!!!! peace out, try to do some snooping about an obscure family member of yours, its pretty cool.

- - Thursday, July 03, 2008

hahaaha
so the Indian Cultural Center will be built soon, and people in the community are raising funds and publicizing it and all...today, one of our family friends spoke on the radio about it. so he's been chatting with the interviewer for a while, and i walk into the room where the radio is and lo and behold! the first thing i hear is "um..yes, and we will be building classrooms in the center, to be used for SAT prep...and other things" And i just CRACKED UP, in front of my dad and everything, and I just couldn't hold my tongue...so I said "Yeah, that's what Indian CULTURE is"
hahahahahaha
and i laughed and to my surprise my dad started laughing too, instead of berating me for not appreciating my culture, as he usually does.... it was great :)
then five minutes later he walks into my room and gives me a lecture about how "You can have your little laugh and all that, but your future is important, blahblahblahblah," yes, yes, i will drive you to south jordan every day for the next three years for SAT prep.....well he didn't say that, but honest to god they have great potential for the indian cultural center if they put some actual effort in. I did Bal Vihar (kind of like Hindu sunday school) when i was much younger, and it BORED me to TEARS...so much that my parents let me quit
however, Sunday schools at local churches seem to get much better responses from children...Maybe we can take a few tips from them or something, eh?
My parents can pretend they're very dedicated to their culture...they USED to be...when we were one of the few indian families in utah (wayyyy back in the day) we went to every function, no matter how far away it was. Then, stuff started coming up - for one, i started comp soccer...None of the other indian kids played sports, so i was pretty singular in that. My parents got busier, my sister was born - hell, they've got plenty of excuses. I regret not going to anything for one reason alone - i had some REALLY good indian friends that i met at bal vihar, and now we've totally blown apart and fallen out...you know..
on the rare occasions we do attend functions, all the kids i used to be best buddies with pretty much ignore me, and the shy ones are too scared to talk to me.
My dad says with pride and envy (and a little guilt) " Sneha (the radio friend) says he's raising his daughters to be 'true indians'....teaching them not to hide their culture and identity"

...well, i said, "What does he mean by 'true indian' ?" but my dad had walked away by then.
honestly, i didn't come to really accept my cultural background until this year. And it happened this year because i became good friends with some bangladeshis at my school, and started making fun of indians with them. I've discovered i can do a hilarious indian accent, and youtube has some FUNNY shit, and bollywood can be made fun of an infinite amount :). So i didn't accept my culture until i ridiculed it, and I heartily doubt Sneha can convince his girls to love their race just by raising them as 'true indians'. Hell, i KNOW his girls, the older one and i used to be good friends. They are about as truly indian as i am, possibly less (and that's sayin somethin). Just like me, they don't even speak their "mother tongue" at home. BIGASS deal
A few things still really piss me off about being indian....that whole SAT prep thing? SHEEYIT! good GOD, way to promote a stereotype! It always pisses me off when people assume I'm smart because I'm Indian. In the past, this stereotype has caused me to doubt MY OWN talents, thinking 'oh my god, I'm only smart because my mother forces me to do math in the summer!'. The only talent that i felt i could take personal pride in was my writing, because it was the only subject my parents DIDN'T coach me in....The only subject where I excelled without pressure...The only subject where I'd hear "Great, you can write, but don't become a writer...you won't make any money"
This Indian-parent attitude is the subject of many jokes (second only to arranged marriages). When kids stereotyped me as the smart Indian kid, the one thing that saved me other than my writing was my athleticism. I remember walking along the sidewalk with my Indian friend, fifth grade, Rowland Hall...A soccer ball bounced off the field, so i picked it up and dropkicked it back to the kids...it was a nice enough kick...The boys' mouths literally dropped open.
I have my dad to thank for that. He introduced me to soccer, and even coached my team until I turned eight.
I can only conclude that my dad's cool. hahaha. But confused. He had dreams and i know for a fact he still has some...When we're alone together, he talks to me about stuff like that, that he wouldn't discuss with my mom (because she wouldn't understand or agree). He was obsessed with engineering and electronics when he was a kid, always experimenting in his basement and everything...Which leads me to believe that he actually followed his heart in his career choice..which is pretty motivating. However I also think that as the youngest child, my dad had strong familial attachment, which always partially inhibited him in his decisions. There's also the effect of growing up as a rare rich man in a third world country - you see poverty every day, and you'd give up pretty much anything not to fall into it.
But I still always thought it would be motivating if i became the first Indian-American professional soccer player, or one of the few Indian-American authors...My parents have completely crushed the first dream - the only way I'm even still PLAYING soccer is with the highschool team, because they refuse to drive me to games or practices. And I'd be....like...disowned if i tried to acheive the second.
But my life is still partially up to me...I have already made decisions that my parents don't agree with, and i will in the future...But whatever I do, I want to be happy. Because I would drive myself NUTS doing something i really didn't want to do my whole life.
wow what a huge rant. I'm in severe pain from the lack of wisdom teeth and I've been pigging out on pudding! and i rented Garden state but i had to stop watching it after five minutes because it was making me sad and uncomfortable (when i was already sad and uncomfortable from the tooth removal).....and tomorrow, i have to go to my grandfather's death commemoration. Instead of having fun. blah, its okay, no complainin
I will chillax tonight with a nice book, and hope that my cheeks shrink overnight!

- - Wednesday, July 02, 2008

oh my GOD i am in so much pain
it hurts my JAW when i SWALLOW!
my cheeks are all puffed up like a chipmunk
I feel like ive just gotten fifteen botox injections
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOWWWWWWWW
and im nauseous because of the stupid pain medicine. FUCK IT

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