This is a gamble that you have to take if you want to go to India. It is commonly referred to as ‘gambling in the curry casino.’ India is that very casino, full of wonders and delights, where everything is done to assure your comfort and enjoyment; a playground of sin and a gastronomic delight.

It is when sampling these delights, however, that one takes the gamble. It is like Eve and the forbidden fruit, whereby one is walking down the street and all of a sudden an amazing smell hits your senses like a brick in the face. You look into the vat of boiling fat, at the peculiar, yet enticing snacks sizzling away.

You know it can kill you, but you are helpless. It’s time to take a gamble in the curry casino.

As you bite down on whatever it is, you are never disappointed. You beckon others over to sample the delights and they make uncertain noises for a second before throwing caution to the wind and diving in.

Three hours later, you’ve forgotten all about it, or you may be thinking ‘ha! The gamble paid off!’
Then you feel a slight twinge. A small rumbling sound ensues. The casino wants you to cash in your chips. Its gambling license has been revoked.

You have eighteen point five seconds to find a toilet. You drop your trousers in one swift move as your body empties itself of all the evils in the entire universe.

As you hug your knees, sweating, you vow to never gamble in the curry casino ever again.

Until tomorrow at least.