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    Sweet 16

    Thursday, July 16th, 2009

    It may not seem like much to you, but the 16th of each month is a momentous day.

    It is the one day that I am sure to hear from my mom, who sends me a sweet, celebratory note commemorating the birth of her daughter — Minal — and the arrival of a son — Ben.

    See. Momentous.

    Giddy

    Thursday, October 2nd, 2008

    At a young age, I remember telling my cousins that when I find someone stellar to marry I am going to tell the whole world. I was talking about megaphones, newspaper announcements and marching bands.

    Decades later, I’m a bit more modest about my plan. I’ve skipped the excessiveness but kept the sentiment.

    And thanks to my immeasurably talented, artistic and geeky fiancé, I can still announce it to the world.

    A vow before the vows

    Friday, September 12th, 2008

    To all the generous friends and relatives who have been helping me plan my fall wedding, I promise you that, no matter the mounting stress, I will not become a Bridezilla.

    With that being said, I will tell you that I’m a hardass when it comes to deadlines, and that just can’t be helped.

    Like water

    Saturday, August 16th, 2008

    Main Entry: flu·id
    Pronunciation: flü-əd
    Function: adjective
    Definition: subject to change or movement

    If there are any plans that shouldn’t be fluid, they are wedding plans.

    Guests aside, I myself am having trouble nailing down the details of how I’ll marry. But I have no doubt about who I’ll marry — that’s the simplest, loveliest, most anticipated part.

    My Big Fat Indian Wedding

    Friday, June 13th, 2008

    The past week in California has been an absolute blur. The eight days that I thought would be beyond sufficient to relax, meet friends and see family members have been hijacked by dreaded wedding planning. 

    This is why I enjoy living in the Midwest, far from the location of My Big Fat Indian Wedding, as my best friend has dubbed it. The distance allows me to go about my merry way ignorantly hoping that either:

    1) My wedding plans will magically and seamlessly and effortlessly come together exactly how I desire; or,
    2) My parents will crack under the pressures of too hefty expenses and frivolous familial requests and beg me to marry Ben in a civil court.

    But neither will happen. These eight days have brought me to that tragic realization. 

    I am an only child of Indian parents who have been anticipating a wedding since the day I turned 22. I’ve delayed their plans for seven years. So, yes, a Big Fat Indian Wedding it will be. 

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