Punjabi at heart

I may hate ghee. I may also hate the paranthas stealthily rolled in a few kilograms of ghee which is then innocently laden with 'just a bit' of white butter or yellow amul butter (which is when your wife is not loving enough to toil and churn out the white sin for you from the foul smelling and annoying cream treasured over a few days).

I may hate the loud mouthedness, crudity and boasting. I hate the way showing off is slyly wrapped in innocent small remarks. I hate the artificiality and the competitiveness to show you are more moneyed with expensive brands written all over the paunch or the extravagant handbag which, in all its likelihood, would have emptied the wallet within.

But then I love our Punjabi spirit. Our happy songs, our weddings endowed with all bright colors, our enthusiasm to sing and dance (irrespective of the paunch), our unmatched energy, fervor and excitement. We are always charged, laughing with no inhibitions and we can celebrate anytime (anything) and show we are a happy go lucky lot with no hang ups (other than the times we are trying to get a bigger car than the other punjabi munda).

Even though I hate so many things but after all I am a 'Punjabi' at heart!
(And this with special reference to our heated and 'not so heated' discussions with Punjabi boys Sumit and Amitesh. And dear Smriti, no, I still don't endorse anything to do with ghee. We still are the same team).

Here's to all Punjabis by heart (amazing lyrics)!
http://youtu.be/phNclVJHh4o