Sindhis, they say, are the community equivalent of Bappi Da, who incidentally isn’t even Sindhi! But there’s so much more to us than our blingy ways – read on, and you’ll know! Also, take it lightly, for we are allowed to make fun of ourselves, okay? No malice here, just good ol’ nostalgia! Now where’s my papad, dammit!?
And if you had any plans post that, you’d better cancel, because your food coma will inevitably set in and you’ll need to snooze!
Wait, weren’t we supposed to be a fashionable community?!
Chindi Sindhi is a myth, people, it’s a friggin’ myth!
This meant you were basically the cool kid who grew up with Tang and Toblerone and Kraft cheese, which were not available here!
Yup, chari was a very mild word, people. Believe it or not!
Raise your hand if you’ve eaten it with non-Indian food too. Come on, be honest.
This is not even counting the nights of laada singing and catching up with the family.
At some function, some wedding, some party – we’ve all seen the lady with too many diamonds. And yes, we wish we were carrying our glares!
Is that even supposed to be eaten?
The party could very well be a Maata Ki Chowki, but it’s an excuse to catch up and eat – so it counts.
And inevitably had our friends raiding it and asking our moms to send more next time.
Her record is stellar and you are on her radar. Watch out!
Several times a day, you’ll hear one of the elders proclaim out loud: “Allah!” Notice that, anyone?
Alcohol-lovers, teetotallers, vegetarians, sworn meat-eaters – it’s a total mix. “To each her own” is quite the Sindhi mantra!
You get to dress up, put mehendi, go wait on the terrace for the moon and get to be totally filmy. What’s not to like? Oh, right – the fasting. 😛
Sindhi-Sindhi, bhau-bhau! Get it?
To be fair, it IS divine.
*Ho laal meri pat rakhiyon bala jhule laalan*
To think that our entire community was displaced and yet continued to flourish despite all odds fills us with such a sense of pride! *All the feels*