American Born Confused Sikh

As you all know, I love writing. A piece of my soul comes out through the pen and onto the paper . . .or out through the keyboard and onto the computer screen. ;) Many have told me that I am strong and brave to share my stories, but the truth is, it's harder for me not to share than it is to share. As a female, I believe that it is a part of our DNA to open up and share and talk and release. We feel like a great weight has been lifted from us once we are done talking and crying. This might sound weird, but crying actually makes us stronger not weaker (in balanced quantities of course!). I think this trait is a little harder for men though. I think that men have a harder time opening up because of their own internal blockages and because of what society has told them that they have to be. Especially, Punjabi society. Punjabi movies, songs, TV shows, and culture in general teach our men to be "macho" and to assert dominance in a very unhealthy way. Yet, we forget tha...

Sadh Cyber Sangat Ji, I'm okay. I promise I'm okay. I didn't write this to make me look like a victim or to make him look like a monster. I don't think I'm a victim and I don't think he is a monster. I just think he is immature and he doesn't know how to manage his emotions or stresses. (Who knows, maybe I am guilty of this too?) The reason that I am sharing this all with you is so that my sisters can be aware and step out of situations like this before it escalates. I am also sharing this so that my brothers can avoid thinking like this and hopefully prevent their brothers, fathers, and sons from thinking like this. . . . The world is already so chaotic (Especially with Trump in the race). . . why are we adding more chaos? The worst part about my previous blog is this. . .  and I'm sure you all saw it coming. . . he said it was my fault. He said I provoked him. Even more worse. . . I almost started believing it. . . . And so the question that lies ...

I never thought I'd one day write a blog like this. Up until now, my blog was meant to shed some laughter and light for the single ladies (and guys) in my community. I feel like I could possibly get killed for writing this blog, but I really don't care. If my blog can help and inspire even just one woman to get out of a bad situation, then it's all worth it. . . So, Bhull Chuk Maaf in advance. . .  here goes. . . California. California was very good to me. The weather, the mountains, my job, my home, the people, the food, my allergies! It was all very good to me. But there was one thing that wasn't good to me. . . him. He had a very demanding job and I tried to be as understanding as possible. Even though before I moved here, he told me we would be able to spend time together. He told me we would go sight seeing, mountain hiking, and dog walking together! You see, I'm a Sagittarius. I am an adventure seeker! But even more importantly, I am a woman. I am a love see...

Now, the Sikh Motorcyclist. . . I remember his name. I remember his first and last name because his name was worth remembering. He was the most genuine and sincere guy that I ever spoke to on Shaadi.com. But, I will call him the Sikh Motorcyclist to protect his Identity. He deserves it. My sister was getting married and I was the unofficial/official wedding planner/coordinator. And I honestly think that had to be one of the most time consuming and stressful times of my life. Alas, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. . . lol The Sikh Motorcyclist and I starting talking around this time and gosh, he was just a good person. He didn’t wait too long to go from messaging on the website, to text messaging, to calling. . . He timed it all just right. . not too fast not too slow. . . he never had me guessing. . . he never had me thinking he was annoying. . . He never came on too strong. He was just right. ;) And here is one thing I will always remember. . . during th...

So I clicked on accept. . . . Now, let me tell you guys something about shaadi.com and all of these dating sites. . . . there are two underlying issues with these websites that even myself am guilty of. . . . . . #1. There are too many options. Especially at the beginning. When I got on this website, I did a horrible thing. I couldn't remember guys by their names so I'd have to give them all nicknames. Just like I did on this blog. For example, Gujurati Dentist. . . Calm Punjabi. . .etc etc. . . it's horrible, I know! You guys think that I am being nice and I am trying to protect their identity, but in reality I just forgot their names!!! #2. Everyone is disposable. :( By that I mean. . . . everyone that you talk to is just a voice or just texts on your cell phone. And at any given point in time, you can delete the texts, block the number, and move on to the next. We forget that there is an actual person behind those texts and we don't treat them with the respect ...