I leave today to visit my homeland, India. Say it with an
Indian accent. “I leave today to visit my homeland.” Everything is so much more
fun with an Indian accent!
I’m going to my cousin’s wedding. It’s kind of interesting
that my roots come from a place in which women, for a very long time, had no
choice in whom they married. And even now, arranged marriages happen. Can you
imagine having to marry someone who repulses you?? Siting next to them on a
plane for a few hours is bad enough! Maybe on some level I’m rebelling from all
of that powerlessness. I’ve taken that
to an extreme, of course, and now when the first issue arises in my relationships,
I want out immediately. Some call it flaky, yogis call it vata, most people
call it insane!
I’m sitting on the airplane reflecting about everything that
has occurred in the past few weeks. I am excited to get some (more like a lot
of) distance for a little while.
I found myself exchanging numbers with another 24 year old
in Starbucks. Rory totally caught me. I was meeting her at 8:00 am for tea
before work to chat and she walked right in on the egregious act. She rolled
her eyes and said he was cute.
Exchanging numbers with a cute boy at 8am IS a really nice way to start
the day. I highly suggest it! Although it was the dead of winter, I had a
little spring in my step for the rest of the day. I am not sure what is up with Starbucks, 24
year olds and me. It must be the perfect masala J
Anyway, he is very cute, but totally unreliable and
undependable, and the new powerful me just can’t handle that. Sorry 24, moving
on. Ain’t nobody got time for that!
I have a few intentions for my trip to India. The first
intention is to connect with the amazing goddess Saraswati. She is the guardian
of the Ganges River and helps us to connect with music, creativity, the flow of
life! My teacher Rhiona also mentioned something about the full moon, lots of
planets and huge energy while I’m there. Pretty exciting. My other intention is
to finally get over my ex boyfriend. Finally and permanently. I can’t get him out of my head. It’s almost
as bad as having that song “I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes” in my
head. I’m sorry, now you'll have it in your head. Dammit. It’s pretty bad.
You know it’s bad when your friends are sending you Huffington Post articles
about how sleeping with your ex is never a good idea. My friends realize I won’t listen to them,
but perhaps, I’ll listen to Arianna Huffington.
I have a phone number for a hot Mumbai FC soccer player.
Maybe I need to be forced into marriage. Maybe I need to think breaking up
isn’t an option. Maybe my cousin won’t be the only one getting married…
Breaking up and breaking hearts, but open to changing my
ways,
Asha Pasha
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