I’m not very good at being Irish. In fact, I’m not too sure what it means to really be Irish. I do know that the Irish people in my life are spirited, hilarious and some of them have super cool accents, so there is that.
I’ve done quite a study of Being Indian, and my childhood was basically a crash course in how to be 2nd generation Italian. But 1/4 Irish? I’m still working on that one.
Thankfully, my older sister keeps me on the ball. On Thursday, I was debating whether to do the whole St. Patrick’s day feast when my sister sent me the following admonishment: “Celebrate your heritage!” Her email was accompanied by this print which, I think, is a direct quote from St. Patrick himself.
Not wanting to drop the ancestral ball, I cooked meat, potatoes and Irish soda bread. I rounded up our small group and did the only thing I could think of to celebrate: go glow-in-the-dark bowling.
Me: Varun, can you wear something green today?
Varun: Um, sure. Why?
Me: It’s St. Patrick’s day. You have to celebrate my people.
Varun: They’re my people too. I’m part Irish.
Me: ???? Um. Were there Irish invaders to India?
Varun: No. I think they were from Afghanistan. But I could be Irish.
(This is what happens when we have conversations before 8 A.M.)
I’m not sure how Irish our day was, but it was delicious and fun. So, Happy St. Patrick’s Day from the Rana Family, who are at least 1/4 (maybe more) Irish!
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again.
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.