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Jacob’s
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Being
Indian carries with it certain responsibilities. Everyone expects you
to be able to cook a curry, spin bowl and have a natural ability at yoga.
As an Indian, you have the power to make an Indian restaurant authentic
just by walking into it. And if you put three guys in a room with a snake
you’d expect the Indian to have some kind of advantage.
Of course we can’t always live up to these responsibilities. I myself
have been found wanting on more than one occasion. I have a woefully inadequate
knowledge of Indian’s geography, average rainfall and chief exports. Most
of my understanding of its religions and politics was gleaned from a project
I did in 3rd Form Social Studies.
I guess what I’m saying patient reader, is take everything you see in
Krishnan’s Dairy with a pinch of salt (and possibly a generous
dollop of garlic and ginger paste). It’s certainly not my intention to
recreate an authentic day in the life of an Indian Dairy owner. My allegiance
lies with telling a good story and I’ve taken liberties with “my culture”
to try and achieve this.
To my countrymen and women who take offence, I apologize. To those of
you who crave authenticity – I guess you’ve got the wrong shop. Of course
if you leave the show with better understanding of what it is to be an
Indian in New Zealand I’m quite prepared to take credit for it; but I’d
far rather you left forgetting where you’d parked your car.
Jacob Rajan
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