you may recall that episode of sex and the city where miz carrie bradshaw goes to shoot a glam magazine cover with the caption line “single and fabulous!”. however much to her egomaniacal dismay, she ends up fronting the cover looking like total shit with the title “single and fabulous?”.
for those who don’t immediately recall carrie’s plight here is a visual:
anyway, why am i making this slightly obscure reference to early millenia pop culture?
the indian tourism people (official title) have the slogan “incredible india!” which i have been seeing everywhere – from the consulate in toronto to the lobby of my guest house. however today i am seriously questioning said slogan. in true carrie bradshaw-esque-ness (real word) i’m sitting here thinking “incredible india?” – question mark, not exclamation point.
i am calling you out india on your professed incredibleness because, and i announce this with sincere shame, my ‘delhi belly’ seems to have begun. ok so i knew it was coming, but that fair warning doesn’t make this moment any easier:
i’m sure you don’t wish me to go on, but in the interest of transparent journalism- a commitment to the highest level of professional and ethical reporting if you will – my tummy feels like a combination of first-day-of-anything nerves, acid reflux slash hunger, 34 beers and several rotten (yet still prickly) cacti.
so to this i say: incredible india? question mark. final answer.