Confessions of a Kashmirican

Ahh, so sleepy. 😴 It's late in the morning, and I'm still trying to wake myself up. It's a weird sensation, feeling my mind drifting along like a feather while my body is anchored to the chair like a boulder. I wonder if next year will see anything bright and new for a change. I certainly need to shed these pounds... Music class yesterday was more fun than I had expected, my student was beat-boxing while singing his favorite songs. So that was cool. 😄 Then since his whole family was at home with mine and everyone had free time, we all spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon together. My siblings and I ended up watching old re-runs of Spongebob Squarepants with my student and his brother, while all our parents were chatting together in the kitchen/dining area. After lunch, we all talked more about music and enjoyed a long karaoke session of old Hindi songs. I loved the coziness of it all and didn't want that feeling to end. But today, I'm bac

Typing this out on a day when I'm wearing a new blue shirt, hehe... 😛 Not why I decided to title this post "Friday Blues" of course, it just felt like a good coincidence to mention. Anyway... I've been kind of in a slump lately. My search for a new client project hasn't been going so well, plus I've just been feeling more depressed and lethargic than usual. I don't really have anyone I can talk to about this irl though. The few times I've ever brought it up with my family, the only major response I'd get would go along the lines of me needing to just stop being lazy/disorganized and push myself towards my goals. But I just... I've grown too depressed to even care about improving myself anymore, and that's what scares me. What's the point of chasing after a dream job that would pay a ton more money when no one wants me with whatever skills I have now? What's the point of losing weight in order to be more attractive to others (

"What is a Kashmirican?" Glad you asked. 🙂 It's a word I made up to describe my ethnic and cultural background in a tiny nutshell. I was born and raised in the U.S., but both of my parents come from Kashmir - the northern part of India. We're known as Kashmiris, or (more specifically) Kashmiri Pandits. Hence, I'm a Kashmiri-American, or Kashmirican . There's not too many of us around wherever you go, we're all kinda spread out across the world. So chances are, you know who I am. Or you may not. It's all right either way. 😇 "Why don't you just call yourself an Asian American, or an Indian American?" Hmm... because I like my made-up term better. I mean, technically I'm labeled an Asian American, but then people tell me I'm not Asian because I don't look Chinese or Japanese or like any other "stereotypical Asian" that comes to mind with most Americans. And I am an Indian-origin American, but I feel like that