Tuesday 31 December 2013

It's time to grow up bub

I think my first experiences of a British Indian guy dating was probably watching sketches on Goodness Gracious Me.
It really was an introduction to the idea Indians, like me, could date and find someone on their own. Now you may ask how does a second generation British Indian guy not know this, but growing up the only Indian I had known were family members who went through the traditional non-forced, but totally arranged, route.
I guess I took it for wrote that somehow, through spooky voodoo magic, or more likely my mother, would pimp me out to some suitable family. It's what happened to my parents, and so what's good for the sautéed chilli paneer is also good for the papdi chaat.