What goes around always comes around

There’s this newer show on Bravo aka one of my new “only-viewing these channels” channel.

The others include: the History Channel, the Food Network, E! and, natch, my all-time favorite -or- “it could only happen this way in the movies” network, Hallmark.

Well, those and pretty much anything on Netflix, of course.

This is the PK lineup of post-COVID-19 television viewing.

I call it the: “I’m Tired of the Real World’s Depressing News so I’m Now Watching Only Networks with Either Historically-Significant, Chef-Inspired, Brilliance, or Fabulously Fake Show” channel philosophy.

Either way, Bravo debuted a show last year called “Family Karma.” It’s about this cluster of Indian American families in Miami, Florida, who are dedicated to preserving the beautiful, inspired and wonderful traditions of their Indian culture while fully celebrating the fact that they are also all proud, patriotic, passionate Americans.

“We’re a really good mix of the East and the West,” remarked one of the “Aunties” in a recent ad promoting the program.

And so they are.

The title of their cute-little glimpse of “Amerian” life got me thinking about karma.

Well, some people call it karma. Others call it retribution. Or come-uppance. Cause-and-effect.

You know, the whole reaping of you’re sowing and what not.

Karma. Or what my Grammi used to refer to as “one day, he’ll get his.” Juju. Mojo. Tit for Tat. Sealing your fate. Karma, my peeps.

Here’s how Thesaurus.com defines it:


Hinduism, Buddhism. action, seen as bringing upon oneself inevitable results, good or bad, either in this life or in a reincarnation: in Hinduism one of the means of reaching Brahman. Theosophy. the cosmic principle according to which each person is rewarded or punished in one incarnation according to that person’s deeds in the previous incarnation. Fate; destiny. The good or bad emanations felt to be generated by someone or something: “Let’s get out of here. This place has bad karma.”

I, too, am a firm believer in the concept of paying the piper…or facing the music.

Which is why, after surviving a devastating professional whammy, losing the temporary crown on my molar, suffering a bout of food poisoning, having a mouse family set up shop in my basement, and, the cherry on the top of my “why is this happening to me” sundae — the most painful kidney stone this side of the Himalayas, my friend.

I wish I was joking about any of that. On the other hand, karma being karma and all, I feel fairly confident that I may just be a Publisher’s Clearing House winner next month.

I guess my chances will increase exponentially if I enter the sweepstakes. #ItsBeenARoughFewWeeks

But you know what the best thing about having the poopiest seven-day stretch you’ve had in the last 77 years or so is?

You learn who your real pals are, and who they are not.

No matter how poorly others act, I always try to stay on the good side of karma. The altitude for breathing is so much better up on the high road, Capsice?

So, for everyone who’s been such a cheerleading, soul-rebuilding, loyal like Ledecky friend to me (this includes my buddy Rodney, who took care of me in the ER when I should have been taken out back and face-pillowed), thank you from the bottom of my heart.

And remember, just like Santa Claus and karma, the Big Guy is always watching. Always.

Kimerer is a columnist who believes karma might not be what’s for dinner but it’s what’s forever. Drop her life philosophies at www.patriciakimerer.com.


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