I love ice cream. I really do. I mean there are days when I can sell my soul for a tub of ice cream. And there have been days when only getting through a tub of ice cream has pulled me through depression so severe that I havent even put my lipstick on. I have sacrificed diets, slim fit dresses, and the ability to run in a public situation for the love of icecream.
And naturally, given that I love icecream, it is but natural that when I heard that Haagen Daz was coming into India I would hyperventilate with joy. That I would count my pennies and put them into the piggy bank in anticipation of ODing on icecream in flavours so sinful that only sex could be better. And then I read this.
I suggest you pause and read it too before you go any further. And you come back once you’re done. I read that the Mumbai outlet is here. I dont think I’m going there soon. If someone, with an Indian passport, is around Tirupati Apartments, and carrying their passport with them at the moment they decide they would like to have an icecream, I would really like to know what the policy is at the Mumbai store.
Why are we even letting this company do business in India? What does this mean for us as a nation? That we are not worthy enough of tasting Haagen Daz? That we dont appreciate good icecream? Or that we cant afford it? Or perhaps, that we are not worthy of entering their pristine hallowed premises?
An apology would be good. Better would be running them out of India.
Edited to add: Apparently the policy has now been dropped and the store is open to all Indians. I am still not going there. I belong to the Groucho Marx school of thought.