22 August 2005

All's well that ends well.

For those of you that are wondering (is anyone actually reading this?), Sanjay and I worked everything out. He did some research on the online poker playing industry and realized that it was quite a competitive arena, so for now, he is staying at the Kwik-E-Mart. I told him that he is right to be proud of his daughter's academic achievements, then we had some chai Squishies to celebrate our reconciliation.

Did anyone see the series finale of Six Feet Under last night? That montage at the end was quite good, I thought.

20 August 2005

An argument

I had a bit of an argument with my brother Sanjay last night. Sanjay wants to sell his share of the Kwik-E-Mart and start an online poker playing website. I asked him not to quit, and told him that there is no one else in Springfield capable of running the Kwik-E-Mart. Sanjay suggested the teenaged fellow with all the pimples, but he already has seven other jobs, so I don't think that will be a good idea.

The argument got a bit heated, and we both said some things that we probably shouldn't have said. Sanjay told me that my life in America has been a waste, and that the Kwik-E-Mart is no place for someone with a Ph.D in Computer Science and eight children to care for. I told Sanjay that he has become too greedy to care about his family, and that no one wants to hear about how well his daughter did in the Johns Hopkins Talent Search.

We are both too stubborn to apologize, so I'm not sure what's going to happen.

09 August 2005

Why I hate dinner parties

I haven't had much time to blog, as things have been quite busy at the Kwik-E-Mart lately. Three of the children have started walking, so it has been a bit mad at home, too. Yesterday, Nabendu, Poonam, Uma, Pria, Sandeep, Sashi, and Gheet all needed to be changed at the same time. I think they are somehow coordinating their bowel movements in such a way as to make my life a living hell.

Sometimes it can be quite lonely being the only Indian family in Springfield. The Shelbyville Indian community isn't much better. They are all quite snobbish, and always having such awful dinner parties. On Saturday Manjula and I had to go to one of them. Two of the couples at the party were fighting, so it was quite uncomfortable. Apparently, Rashmi told her friend Meena that Vimla's new drapes were the cheapest ones sold at J.C. Penney's. Then Vimla heard about Rashmi's drape comments from Meena and told her husband Raj, who went to Rashmi's house and yelled at her husband Anand. Now Rashmi and Vimla and Raj and Anand aren't talking to each other, and no one is talking to Meena. Yet everyone still insists on getting together and pretending to be impressed when their clumsy children perform the "Bole Chudiyan" dance.

Meena invited Manjula over for dinner next Friday, but I think I would rather be shot by Snake again than have to listen to Meena and her tone-deaf husband sing "Khabhi Khabhi" one more time.