A nice young Indian man arrives at Kennedy airport, New York, in his smart black leather jacket bought at Dharavi Leather Emporium, Bombay.
The ruddy-looking Customs Officer looks at his red Samsonite suitcase, smelling slightly of samosas and chakris, and asks suspiciously, "are you carrying any food in there?" "aunty, only cock and snakes" At which point, ten beefy American security guards descend on the man with sniffer dogs, and arrest him for smuggling wild-life into the States. "And one more thing, Mister, a word to your mama, I ain't your aunty." Barks the Customs Officer. Moral of the story: Speaking Indian English can be hazardous to your health :-) Best, Selma
