Gandhiji on the train . The racist ticket checker asks him for id. Gandhi turns around and sings this jingle.
I spent my time adding spice and flavor
From family recipes back home in India
I like to introduce you now in South Africa
So come and try today
Handy Ghandi is my name
ooh Handy Ghandi
Handy Ghandi great curries no worries
The irony of it all.
The master of the “fast-unto-death” has now been made the poster-child for selling succulent lamb curries. The next thing we will see: Gandhiji on Celebrity Deathmatch drawing blood
No wait that has already happened—–Gandhiji wasted Chengiz Khan.
Coming back to Handy Ghandi
The colonial hubris is unbelievable. The Aussie owners sell Indian food because Indians are a large demographic and many Aussies also, I am sure, like the exotic curry.
Yet they do not think twice of creating a caricature of the father of the nation to sell their wares. Because while they are entirely comfortable making money off Indians, they are unwilling to give us “respect”.
And the non-Indian customers savor the experience—make fun of a person held in high esteem by the “natives” and yet savor the exotica of their food.
Great, colonial fun.
After protests from Rajmohan Gandhi (Ghandi), the company has decided to change its logo from the old one—the original was an actual caricature of Mahtama Gandhi to a modified one which still looks like Gandhi , albeit a well-fed pre-Satyagraha one. The bad thing is that the logo now looks like the stereotypical “towel head” .
The old logo
The new towelhead
In my opinion, Rajmohan Gandhi should insist that “Handi Ghandi”s food be served without salt . And the people who want to enjoy the food should be made to walk some distance to get their sodium chloride.
That would be some amount of poetic justice.