The Lit Life | Ep. 02

On this episode of The Lit Life I discuss lazy Walmart auntiya, what it means to be called a “sh*tskin,” and what my personal goals for the next little bit are and what I hope yours will be.

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The Lit Life | Ep. 01

In this Episode: Learn about who Amrita Lit is, what the novel Chasing Kismet is all about, and what you’re in store for if you subscribe to this podcast! It’s time to get L I T in a whole different way people…

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Airline Arrogance – What really went wrong?

This post is in regard to the video circulating around of the man being dragged off the overbooked United Airlines flight – you can bet your ass race played a factor in the manner in which he was removed from the flight.

All too often there’s this assumption that minorities will just submissively accept whatever is expected of them without a challenge. Typically because that’s usually how things go down.

I’m an advocate for people who are dubbed as “dippers” or “freshies” because it is these people who subconsciously think people who are “white” are some how superior and not meant to be challenged.

Think back to times when you were gone somewhere with your parents and they were always afraid to “do the wrong thing” or “disrupt the status quo” that’s because they automatically assumed the RIGHT way of doing things was set by people who belong to the majority.

So many times I see entitled individuals who “speak down to” ethnic minorities. Heck, people within the South Asian community do it too.

Keeping on track with speaking of airlines and improper conduct; I recall flipping my lid at one flight attendant when I overheard her telling a fellow passenger (who was clearly born and raised in India) that the beverage Coca Cola was bad for his kids teeth. Would this flight attendant dare challenge a white passengers request for some Coke to quiet his kid at the butt end of a gruelling 14 hour flight from India to Canada?

Of course not.

But she found herself entitled and exercised her advantage of being a westernized “brown girl” to tell the guy how to parent because he must somehow be in the dark about the unhealthy nature of Coca Cola.

Guess what nitwit air hostess chick – sometimes you just pacify your kids and give them what they want full well knowing it’s not the best thing for them just for a God forsaken moment of peace and quiet.

Feeling entitled and superior to someone because of their ethnicity or appearance is straight up racial profiling.

And just the same way the police statement released by the department to which those officers who dragged that DOCTOR off the plane just had to include the fact he was asian in their “official statement” you can bet their assumption and expectation of him to be submissive and afraid played a role in their violent attack.

Anyway – rant over. Moral of the story, stop judging people by what they look/sound like. Pull your heads out your asses and understand no ones better than anyone else.

For the “dips” — don’t be afraid of people who so excitedly tell you off when you’re in the wrong line up, facing the wrong way, or doing something else “the wrong way” in public.

And for the enablers within their own culture (the ones who feel themselves to be better than their own) stop thinking you’re superior just because your parents came to Canada at a certain time. That very well could be you with the thick accent, screaming kid, and desperate need for Coke or whatever else would placate your kid and get you through a overseas flight with small children.

Just stop judging one another and acting like douches. Okay? Okay! 🙂

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The Balancing Act

As you all know I recently released my South Asian Fiction Adventure novel titled Chasing Kismet.

Along with many messages of congratulations and praise, also came a few offhand snide remarks along the lines of, “oh WOW I can’t believe this is actually good!” Or “did you seriously write this all yourself?”


Over the last few years I have developed a thicker skin than my insecure young adult self had (dang, when did I leave the YA zone)? And I’ve learned to take the negative with a grain of salt just as I don’t allow the rave reviews and soaring sales get to my head. Because no one falls quicker than a person whose head gets too big to carry, or someone who just can’t phase out the haters.

None of that is what I really want to talk about here, though. What I really want to explain is that there was no magical shortcut way for me to have produced this book and have something to forever be proud of.

Really – what it took was a big ol’ balancing act of keeping all my priorities and responsibilities straight. It wasn’t easy “keeping all my ducks in a row.” And that’s why they weren’t most of the time. Usually, when you take on too much – certain things suffer while other aspects of your life flourish. The secret to keeping it all together is learning what to put on the back burner and when to switch it up before you totally eff up the “lesser of your pressing priorities.”

For me, what I have to balance is my professional obligation to my husband’s family business, my role as a mother, my personal writing goals, and taking care of myself too.

Now I won’t lie – if I’m kicking ass at one or two of the things mentioned above, I’m usually sucking badly at the rest of it (typically my personal health and appearance takes the biggest hit).

But I still consider it a win if my son’s happy and fed, and if I manage to stay on top of my office work on a weekly basis.

But if you step back from this all- and really think about it, it’s quite funny that men never really have to struggle to find a balance between personal and professional aspirations. Usually, they’re one in the same and quite in sync with one another. For some reason only women have to conjure up some serious inner strength and mental stamina to pull off this seemingly impossible balance act called – having a family AND a career.

The ultimate responsibility of child rearing DOES always fall upon a mother, so any hopes, dreams, and aspirations outside of that role, usually fall by the wayside unless you try your ass off to make sh*t happen.

If you want something badly enough, you’ll find a way to make it all work. I knew from a very young age, pretty much at the age of 11, when I read my first real novel “The Underground Railroad to Canada” that I wanted to have my name embossed onto a glossy cover one day too. The immortal lasting effect of literature was something that just mesmerized me. As did my passion for wanting to create social change, or atleast sparking the mind of the individual who would do so.

So there you have it, a dream was born – one to be a real, actual, “big time” author.

Of course it took longer for me than most to publish this book and I have by no means “made it” in the world of literature. Not to
mention that having a child does throw your whole existence for a loop, and of course I faced countless instances of fret and worry about how I would be viewed as a married woman writing fiction about taboo subjects in my culture – but once you release your own demons, there’s nothing holding you back.

All that’s left is to put your pen to the paper, or in my case fingers to the screen, and let your heart bleed out your truest desires until your dreams become reality.

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Backyard Bullies

Oftentimes, it’s easy to think of bullying as being something which originates from an individual much different from the target. Unfortunately so, there is a common phenomenon currently occurring for bullies to be targeting individuals who are “one of their own.”

These instigators may not be aware that they’re demeaning someone who is absolutely no different than themselves, and just how detrimentally damaging their behaviour may be.

Call it a defence mechanism, ignorance, or a result of a poor upbringing. But whatever it is – it’s causing newly immigrated South Asian children to feel ostracized and inferior to their peers.

Time and time again, the concept of those dubbed as “dippers” or “freshies” is always used as a manner to classify the “acceptable Indians” from the ones who are deemed unworthy of inclusion.

To make matters even worse, these taunts and blatant in school emotional antagonism is nearly always instigated by South Asian second generation immigrant children, toward first generation South Asian children.

It’s no surprise that this tendency is all too frequent in our schools, since the mass media portrays all Indians in such a unfavourable manner. The smell of curry and thick accents are synonymous with dark brown skin and hair. This drives western born offspring to become vehemently defensive of their own identities – causing them to wish to differentiate themselves from this portrayal of Indians.

It’s essential for our youth to understand that a kid may dress or speak a little differently from them as a result of the environment they’ve grown up in, or because they truly did just immigrate to Canada from India. It is crucial to engraving the notion that it is never acceptable to make these vulnerable individuals feel inferior simply because of who appear to be.

Certain aspects which are a part newly immigrated or less acculturated children’s lives, and are only a small part of their social self becomes pitted against them. This crumpled the odds of them having a well structured social life. It also sets the tone of their life trajectory.

It’s time to stop this phenomenon and educate your children about how excruciatingly hurtful such things can be for someone who may already be well aware of the subtle differences in their persona. Perhaps your child isn’t the instigator – but it’s everyone’s responsibility to ensure kindness is at the forefront of their offsprings behaviour each and every day in and out of a school setting –regardless of if they think they’re “too good” to be classified with the kids who are actually in fact just like them.

Believe it or not, when you dig beneath the surface, typically we all wish for the same things in life (more or less). Less assimilated individuals are just children (and maybe even some grown-ups) who want the same thing the “more westernized” groups of society desire – acceptance.

Remind your children (and yourselves) that there’s no need to shift the spotlight onto an easier target in order to protect ones own self from being attacked. Rather, enlighten them on the importance of challenging commonly accepted stereotypes and demeaning portrayal of East Indians rather than support them by partaking in the quest to alienate those who don’t fit in with “the majority.”

Being a minority doesn’t have to mean to be on constant guard, it just means we have to be one step ahead the masses and not allow anyone bash those whom we share our roots with.

Happily Never After – The Truth About Indian Relationships

I’ve been in a relationship ever since chingy was the number one artist in the world of Hip Hop and R&B. My singificant other and I skipped school together, grew our own identities yet managed to remain close, and formed a rollarcoaster of a life including a hoot of a three year marriage and a rambunctious little one year old.

Every now and then I come across someone who tells me how so very LUCKY I am to have a husband. As if it’s a rare jackpot of a scenario to find and marry someone you can actually stand (for the most part). When I ask these subtly glum individuals if they’re seeing anyone or getting married soon – since they’re typically my peers or slightly younger – they simply respond that “there’s no good (guys or girls) left out there.”

I usually can’t comprehend exactly what this means. “Good” meaning they do their own dishes and mind their p’s and q’s? Or good as in meet their checklist of standards for their dream significant other? Then I’m usually forced to listen to their horror stories of past relationship failures and cringeworthy stories of the dating world (aka club scene) in Vancouver.

I just can’t help but wonder, where have all the good girls and guys gone to hideaway?

If there’s a seemingly equal amount of guys and girls on the prowl, who are all looking to settle down with smart, attractive, and successful individuals, then why can’t they seem to simply make their way to one another?

Here’s my theory..(and you all knew there had to be one). The reason people are getting married later and later and more and more engagements/relationships are being called off is because people have built up an unrealistic ideal of what it means to be in a relationship. We grow up watching television programs and movies which depict relationships amongst people of a complete different background and upbringing.

Not to mention the fact that in current day, social media makes it appear like those of us married with kids or simply in a relationship are just picture perfectly happy on and off the screen. Here’s the cold hard truth though, ain’t nobody pulling out chairs for us and showering us with bouquets unexpected flowers. Just sit there and smile as you sip your Mc Donald’s coke with Crown mixed into it on “date night.” That’s about as much wining and dining you’re going to get honey.

Our men (the Indo-Canadian ones) simply haven’t been raised in the manner to be these respectful chivalrous gentlemen which we have so pine-fully dreamt of our entire adolescent years. This ideal image we have created of what our perfect mate should be like is much too unattainable for the simple fact that – they don’t exist.

Now I like to keep things fairly unbiased and impartial so I don’t want to seem like I’m bashing all apnay (Indian) men here. I’ve heard plenty of guys complain about the fact there aren’t any “good” girls out there either. Well to you all I’ve got to say – where are ya’ll lookin? ‘Coz if it’s in the lineup to caprice (is that still a club?) then you best get your butt enrolled in a post-secondary institute of some sort and begin your hunt for a good wife there.

Book smarts tend to equal a well rounded individual – for the most part. So shape up your expectations and start looking in the right places. What you surround yourself with, and how you behave, is what you will attract.

Be the man you’d want your sister to be with, and be the woman you’d expect your daughter to be – and maybe, just maybe, you’ll come across that special someone, get married, and then bitch about the fact they’re nothing, nothing at all like Ryan Gosling or even Prince Adam from the little mermaid for that matter.

What does everyone think about this? Am I being overly pessimistic? Is it right to hold out for “the one?” Or is it time to accept that there’s only one way to get married – by lowering your standards and expectations and just settling for a secure and comfortable life.

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Strangers In Their Own Homes

It’s a well known fact that it is customary for adult children of certain ethnicities to continue to live with their parents, well, forever.

There’s no concept of moving out once you hit 18 or even farther into the future of setting your parents up into a nice retirement home when they’re too old to care for themselves.

It’s like a never ending pact, we raise our young, only to grow up to care for those who raised us.

It’s a nice sentiment isn’t it? To have such a high regard for our elders that we keep them close no matter what.

I recall a interview a few years back in which the mega Bollywood stars Aishwariya Rai and Abishek Bachan were on the late night show which was then hosted by Jay Leno.

He teased and poked fun at them for still living with their parents. Aishwariya snapped back by saying, “well our culture doesn’t believe in dumping our elders into homes and going about our lives.”

There’s more of a familial unit. A responsibility to put back into the world what was given to you, complete the circle of life if you will.

Now this is all fine and dandy under one extremely important circumstance. In order to all live under one roof, you all have to be mutually respectful to one another.

No one family member should have precedence over the other.

I see a whole lot of people treating their grandparents like second hand family members. They grumble and moan when they ask them for anything or to be taken anywhere. Their request is usually for a five minute trip to one of three places – the temple, doctors office, or the bank. How hard is that? It doesn’t have to be such a nuisance.

I remember being the EXACT same way with my grandmother. But then her days became numbered and I realized I shouldn’t take her presence and wisdom for granted. I realized that when she looked in the mirror she didn’t see a demanding old lady.

She saw the lady who built things with her own hands, singlehandedly fought off home invaders in her beloved home in India, worked day in and out for her family, and raised and watched four generations grow from her name.

Each “old person” has a story to tell. Each moment of crankiness, or request, or repetition of the same story has MEANING behind it. Don’t be too young and naive to appreciate that.

I think where it’s all going wrong here is that we are staying together for the wrong reason. Because we care more about what people outside our homes think rather than those inside. We keep our parents and grandparents close because well that’s just the norm. But no one sees how they’re being treated behind closed doors.

Pensions being cashed in by the youngsters, groceries not being shared, huffs and puffs when asked for help. They’re spending their last days bound to their homes because no one has time to take them anywhere. They’re forced to ride the bus, their bikes, and walk in the rain because once again no one has TIME. The only reason you’re on this earth capable of having ANY time is because of them so the least you can do is spare a few moments for them too.

It is no fault of their own that they can’t adequately care for themselves any longer. They are our roots and were our wings when we needed them to be, now it’s time to return the favour, and for all the right reasons.

Don’t make them feel like a burden. Help them remember their youth by sharing your own. Bring them into your world. Don’t shove them into a corner of ostracism and unkindness.

Doctor’s Orders

I don’t know about all of you but I avoid the doctors office like the plague. Not just because I’m not a fan of any sort of medical intervention – (unless pain relief is required then bring on the drugs), but because of the entire typically horrible experience of seeing a doctor.

From the moment you step through the door you’re sure to be exposed to a wide variety of emotions.

Frustration at the ridiculously long wait times, anger at the usually rude demeanor of the staff, and lastly feeling foolish when your doctor makes you vehemently regret the decision to ever book an appointment with him or her.

It’s not just the slow and drawn out manner in which you watch the staff belittle minority-member senior citizens. Or even the fact that you’re thigh to thigh with some extremely unwell people while praying you don’t catch whatever ungodly illness they have. But it’s the fact that you just don’t feel cared about.

You’re there for medical care. But receive condescending and unpleasant remarks instead.

Most of you are probably nodding along thinking back to your last unpleasant experience at SMH or your family doctors.

Now I’m going to go right ahead and play devil’s (or doctor’s) advocate and explain what I came to realize today. More specifically, what the potential REASON for doctors having little to no patience with their patients may be.

It seems to be all too common for people to not take ownership for their own circumstances. We place external blame for our physical and emotional woes, and look outward and elsewhere for correction.

You know why the wait rooms packed, because there’s too many people simply not taking care of themselves and running to the doctors when something with their body goes awry. Whether it’s a big or small problem, they typically haven’t followed the previous visits orders of eating better, exercising regularly, and staying on top of taking their necessary meds.

Yet they expect their doctor to somehow magically cure them.

No wonder these health care professionals are annoyed and slumping us all into one category of being ignorant hypochondriacs.

Take care of yourself and avoid the doctors office at all costs.

When you absolutely have to see them and you can honestly say: “I did EVERYTHING just like you said but I still don’t feel right.” Then perhaps they’ll have a more open outlook to hearing your problems.

Don’t use them as a soundboard to bitch and moan to.

Grow up and take care of yourself. No one else cares about your well-being as much as you, nor should they have to.

Try not being a stereotype. It feels great.


The next time you’re out and about on a sunny day take a look around your neighbourhood. You’ll probably see some kids playing on the corner. Cars driving a tad too fast for being that close to the kids. And last but not least you’ll most likely see some middle-aged to senior citizens doing some sort of work outside.

Be it yard work, washing the car, or you may even spot a Bibi (Indian grandma) in rubber boots up to her knees pressure washing the exterior of her house.

The other day I was gone for a walk with my son in our quaint Surrey neighborhood and I swear every second to third house had something going on outside. There were people who didn’t choose to spend the day inside watching television but rather contribute to taking pride in the place they live.

It made me genuinely happy to see. That the elders of our community feel the need to contribute to their households in some form or another. If it can’t be financially, at least they are doing their part in the general up-keeping of their homes.

It’s not only fantastic but also reflective of the fact that they come from a generation of extremely hardworkers. Anyone from the “baby-boom years” or earlier, just seem to have their priorities in line (for the most part).

They’re savers, they’re movers, they’re do-ers. They don’t sit waiting for hand-me-outs like people of my generation (sorry, not sorry).

What is it about some of us “youngins” that seems like we have zero drive or motivation?

We need to learn a thing or two from the tenets on which our elders operate.

But I can’t help but feel like our parents and grandparents may actually have a hand in causing us to be – well simply put, lazy.

We are a generation of individuals who have the keys to range-rovers handed to us upon request, have our tuitions (if we don’t choose to take over the good ol’ family business) paid for us, and who have food, clothes, and shelter provided to us without our parents expecting ANYTHING in return.

Now I am not saying we should be paying rent as soon as we turn of legal age (well, maybe that’s not such a bad idea) but I am just saying that we should have the desire to contribute to our households in some form or another.

So parents, if you’re reading this – I get that you want to give your kids a better life than the one you had, but don’t be enablers of a passive way of life.

Give your pre-teens a paper route, it won’t be the talk of the town that oh my goodness perhaps you guys aren’t as well-off as you propose yourselves to be if your precious little ones have to find a job. Have a daily chore list that gets shared by EVERYONE in the home. Mom’s shouldn’t be breaking their backs trying to be a one man show when they have fully capable grown children who could be doing their own laundry or emptying the dishwasher once in a while.

And for anyone younger reading this, appreciate the fact that your grandparents and parents aren’t lazy asses allowing everything to fall to shit. They could easily live selfish and easier lives and leave the hard stuff to you or someone else, but they don’t. They cook, they clean, they manage, they take responsibilities – maybe it’s time you did too.

Anyway – sorry for sounding preachy, just had to sound off about another thing that grinds my gears sometimes. In summary – get off your asses and do something.

Would you like some chai?

If there’s one thing that is commonplace in the East Indian Culture it is a whole lot of finger pointing and labelling when it comes to others shortcomings.

Whether you’re overweight, indulge in a few too many drinks in the evenings, or don’t have a brag-worthy occupation – the aunties at every social gathering will be sure to let you know it.

But what about one of their major flaws. Something that is a staple activity in nearly each and every Indian household – the NECESSITY to have several cups of tea a day.

Yes I know it sounds silly. But the true definition of something being a dependency is when it starts interfering with your professional or personal life.

Recently I encountered a woman who quit her job because she wasn’t given enough “chai breaks.” She was bewildered by the fact that it wasn’t a natural right of hers to saunter off to the lunchroom to boil and sip her tea to her hearts content.

She just couldn’t function without having her top up on this substance at least every 2-3 hours.

In my own home I thought it to be a part of growing up. Grown up’s wake up with half open eyes, have their chai, and then go about their merry way and get on with their day.

I remember feeling like it was a right of passage into adulthood when I started joining my mother for her 4pm tea times.

Then I realized I really didn’t need the mid-day pick me up and it actually interfered with my ability to fall asleep so I started cutting back and eventually stopped having it all together. I recognized it as a crutch and didn’t like the fact that my day didn’t get on quite right without it. So I cut it out until I didn’t need it anymore.

I know several people my age and above who have actual adverse physical reactions when they miss their scheduled tea time. They get extremely fatigued, irritable, and experience headaches.

So what’s the difference between this and any other mind altering substance?

Are our mothers, aunts, and grandmothers harbouring a serious dependency problem? Need there be some sort of intervention here?

Honestly I think it it’s an overlooked and very harmful cultural norm we need to address.

Have an apple or a big jug of water instead. Sure your head might pound like the worlds coming to an end for about a week or so but at least you won’t be relying on something to make you feel like you can function.

There shouldn’t be ANYTHING you absolutely need in order to stay alert and present in your day.

Just something to think about. Maybe talk to your elders about this one and see how it is goes – perhaps over a cup of tea.