Kamat posted a few picts of fruits / veges that may wax nostalgic for kids who grew up at an Indian table. I for one tried dang hard back in the day to explain to my non-desi friends what a Bitter Melon was and they’re probably still wondering why someone would eat one.

Now is it me or is there something extremely lewd about Curvaceous Carrot

Delhibelly chronicles the ambiguous desi head shake and other deep native mannerisms. Brilliance.

Indians do not nod yes and shake no… This may stem from some aversion to committing too completely to any one course of action, since all things are fated and one can never be sure what one will do, or because it’s never prudent to make promises, or because a betrayal of eagerness is the worst way to begin negotiating… Facing forward, with your head in a relaxed position, tilt your head loosely from side to side, as though it is wobbling on the topmost vertebrae of your spine with the springy motion of one of those sad-looking dogs people fix to the dashboards of cars…

Customer: …“Kitna hoga, Bhaisahib?”
Autowallah: “Pifty rupees.”
Customer: “Pifty! Er… Fifty! Bis dengey” (IÂ’ll give you twenty).
Autowallah: “Porty.”
Customer: (He is like that only).
Autowallah: (You are like that only!)

there once was a group of brown nerds who spent all their time toying with words they all loved to blog (some from a city with fog) b/c let’s face it, a social life’s for the birds.

(mc sharaabi, out)