Religion, tradition, modernity, language, food, antiques, food, relationship, food. Ok, ok…one of the collateral damages of writing about India is that my mind strays to Indian food. As a vegetarian I am a big fan of Indian food. A nice Dahl. Maybe a Nan with some sag paneer and a nice curry…ahm. Sorry. Where were we?
Goodness gracious me, like a true satirical show, uses that Indian flare over British humor to create a documentation of a culture, of how we in the west perceive India and Indians, and how they see themselves in the mirror of a globalized, rapidly flattenening world.
While it ran, goodness gracious me was like an encyclopedia for Indian behavior, making sure they don’t forget to laugh about anyone, the competitive mothers, the overfed tykes, the teenagers, the grandmother, the arranged marriages, the family outings, the shopping, the uninvited uncle that fixes everything , the overzealous Bollywood critic, the bad date guy, and the list goes on and on, with at the end, last but not least, the Indian dancing superhero Bangraman!