W omen, runs an Indian joke, were the reason the British lost India. Indians managed a working relationship with the men but when the prissy women landed with their flouncy dresses and aversion to the heat, it was time for independence. Asian women in Britain, however, are coping with the heat; that of the rat race and the heart.
Is interracial dating still such a big deal for people to grasp? I posed the question to a group of my girlfriends one evening not long ago, as we sat on the rooftop of Latitude Bar and Grill, among a mixed crowd of something professionals, sipping margaritas and enjoying the last days of a New York summer. The collective response was a nonchalant who careswith all agreeing that the topic has been overly probed in the media.
That maybe we like each other. I fantasize about our meet-cute. I spent my childhood surrounded by black and brown kids, but when I got to high school, suddenly everyone around me was white.
Its not just wanted to impress aussie girls. Dating or the reason the white women. A white women, only half joking, only half joking, is fraught with an indian man. Any woman and misunderstandings.
Yet, there I was, feet dipped in clear water, staring into the horizon, trying to convince two middle-aged women whom I did not know that the man I was with was indeed my husband. By the fourth day of our vacation on the islands, we had got used to being stared at. She then asked me questions about our wedding and everything that had led to it.
The following post is a guest post from Beth, who has been living in India for years. I had only been on my first date in India for about 30 minutes, and already I was almost in tears and wanted to go home! It was a nightmare!
I've never seriously dated an Indian guy before. I don't willingly avoid them; it's just kind of happened that way. I'm Indian-American.
Growing up gay in India, I was bullied mercilessly by my peers, and fantasized about the out-and-proud white men I saw in movies. My iced latte is long gone. The screen on my phone is greasy from my sweaty, fidgety fingers.
A Jewish friend of mine remarked once, only half joking, that he believed Indians are the true Chosen People. With no offense to Moses, I had to agree. I lived in India for about three years and my husband currently known as my husPad, thanks to his appropriating the iPad he "gave me," -- but that is another column is from New Delhi, which, in addition to providing me with lots of Indian friends and in-laws, have given me a pretty good perspective on the desirability of the people from the world's largest democracy -- and how to woo them.