Desi Manifesto Blog: The Forum for South Asian American Men

[PART 2 OF 2] TO ALTER the course of my thinking, Former-DM Gal inquired how our parents ever would have found a place if everyone thought like me.

I reflected. Our parents needed a start somewhere too. They also were clean and considerate and not morons, therefore they would have responded to the initial inquiries in the posting properly.

But this wasn’t enough to get me off the hook, was it? I condemned the LA redneck, yet I saw an international student, then a fellow brown man, and I did the same thing. I felt at peace with it because I “know” the difference. I have a better feeling for who would be dirty, flaky, and inconsiderate. But even taking my Indian knowledge into account, am I being fair from one person to another?

Former-DM Gal said maybe I should give the guy a chance. I didn’t know him personally. Checking my email later, as I wondered if perhaps she were right:

Hay please contact me on 310-806-2649

Nitin Tabu

But I knew enough. I’m sharing my living space, and if he flakes, I’m paying double rent.

Fair ends at my emaciated wallet.

[PART 1 OF 2] I LIKENED THE JOURNEY of finding a new roommate to being a female inmate in a maximum security prison, locked in a death match with a hefty con named Big Sally, beating one another senseless with food-specked lunch trays until one of us no longer can stand.

This is what it was like when I looked for a roommate on Craigslist.org and encountered, and even generated, racism.

The other day, my buddy Bala224 (whom you all know by now) sent me an interesting advice column called ‘Dear Prudence’ on Slate.com. In it, Prudie did not live up to her namesake, advising the conflicted young Indian male ‘Curry and French Fries’ to stand up to his parents, who had been ice cold towards the idea of his white girlfriend.Despite her picture frightening me (she looks like a woman who stared at me in horror in West Virginia when I stopped for gas on my way through), I applaud her response. The title of our post, which actually was the title of her post, was a good sign that her advice might be worthwhile. You’ll see she advocates that ‘Curry’ stand up to his parents to support the woman he loves, whether they like it or not.

Bala224 and I dished out our advice on the matter as well, in our typically offensive (but somewhat enlightening) fashion.

Spoiler alert: lots of references to people being genitals, needing genitals, etc.

Remember our article on gigolos in India, women, and sex?

A handful of other people may remember too, for the wrong reasons. Or at least, not the reasons we intended. As it turns out, the content of that post triggers many hits for people searching for “indian”, “aunties”, and “sex” in a very different context.

To find Desi Manifesto Blog, just google:

* aunty looking men(address and no.)

* aunties in sex desire

* indian aunties cheating

* i am a gigolo in new delhi. how can i find the customers? [Who among us hasn't asked this before?]

I mean, here we are, starving for brown women, and these cats back in the motherland are getting paid to lay them. At least someone’s paying the rent. And looking at these genetic jackhammers in the photo, the average (or even kind of below average) desi man would decry his exclusion from this “has sex with Indian women–more than once–while earning the rupees” club.

But, put your dandiya down, step back, and ponder. As funny as this looks, it could signal a change in India’s culture and future.

And that’s why, Parul said, Sonny should forget about Indian women. She told him to look outside the race. And if he really wanted an Indian girl, he’d have to go for an open-minded one. “The kind,” she said, “who dates white guys.”

He could barely keep down his beer nuts.