My New York: Trespassers will be shot, survivors will be shot... again

OMG. I think I am turning into Archie Bunker! At issue: I love, love, LOVE living in Jackson Heights, Queens. It's supposedly the most diverse neighborhood in all the United States and, perhaps, the world. And it certainly has one of the largest communities of Indian immigrants in the world - and home to some of the best Indian food restaurants as well (Jai Ho!).

But, as of late, that has also brought entrepreneurship dreams - and not the best of architectural planning. Or stuff that does not fit within the local architectural color of a neighborhood that is supposed to be designated as a historical landmark (and who would blame recent immigrants for being aware of construction codes? The blame lies at the feet of those who provided construction permits).

Anyhoo, before the housing crash, the neighborhood had seen a disturbing trend of houses for sale being bought and torn down to make space for 3 or 4 story buildings with as many apartments as could fit - including a couple of buildings on my block (mostly by Indian-owned companies) .

Not to generalize but most of the recent construction developments have similar features including gaudy silver metal fences and big Hummvie cars. But I have to confess that I did a double-take today when I noticed the new "NO TRESSPASSING" sign posted on the gates of one of the new buildings on my block (see above).

I swear the neighborhood is as safe as it can be. Which makes it a bit annoying that it's Indian immigrants that bring a redneck flavah to the block (Bobby Jindal, anyone?).

As I said, I am Archie Bunkering here. But wouldn't you be if someone posted the above sign in your neighborhood?

My New York: Missed the Kabaddi tournament... AGAIN

It's a seasonal thing. Once a year bright colored posters go up on the windows of some of the Indian and Pakistani supermarkets in my neighborhood announcing the annual Kabaddi tournament in Richmond Hill, Queens.

I've always wanted to check them out but for some reason I always notice the posters after the tournament is all over. This year, though, I think I figured out why.

I swear the poster to the right was taped to the window only this week, a week after the event! Maybe you get the posters at the event and then post them out of pride for the sport once you get back home?

Now, I admit, I was confused. Based on posters from past years I always thought these were Turkish oil wrestling matches but no sirree! There's no oil involved! And - until I read the poster last night - I hadn't even heard the word Kabaddi.

So what is Kabaddi? For one you might check the Kabaddi.org site or Wikipedia for info. Or just check the YouTube video below. Any takers for next year's matches?

Related: In India, an HIV prevention campaign targeting Kabaddi fans (BBC News, March 20, 2008)

Around the neighborhood: Cigar Bollywood

It's been a while since I spoke about the neighborhood so allow me to comment on a trend that seems to have come and gone quickly. Jackson Heights is home to one of the most diverse communities in the world and that is one of the big reasons why I love living here. One of the largest is the Indian community which is why the neighborhood is sometimes called "Little India." So if you walk down 74th Street off Roosevelt Avenue you will probably see some of the best Indian food restaurants in the city, glittering jewelry shops, Indian-owned and Indian-staffed supermarkets and, of course, a dozen Indian movie DVD and VHS shops carrying the latest Bollywood blockbusters. Then there's The Eagle movie palace on 37th Road which runs the biggest blockbusters from India, often on the same day that the film opens there (never mind that when I first got to Jackson Heights in the 1990's, the theatre used to be called The Earle and used to run straight porn films).

Anyhoo - Not a cigarette smoker myself but someone who enjoys a cigar once in a while, I have always been struck by what seems to be Indian smoker's allegiance to Dunhill cigarettes or Silk Cuts. Sure, they smell better than any menthol cigarettes such as Newport (which unfortunately seems to be the smoke of choice among city Latinos and blacks) but don't they carry some colonial British baggage? Also, tell all those 'NASCAR dad' political prognosticators that here is where the Skoal and Coppenhahgen dip tobacco cans truly sell out.

In any case, last year I started noticing that some of the Bollywood film posters began to feature some cigar imagery used to portray either a rugged hero or a bad guy, as cigars have been used in popular culture in the United States. And I was fascinated by the fact that these movies seemed to be adopting some of the same language used by US blockbusters (not necessarily a good thing).

One of these films, "Family: Ties of Blood," used such imagery in a "Sopranos" kinda way but aparently drew the wrath of anti-smoking advocates in India according to this BBC report. Now, one of India's best known and loved actors, Amitabh Bachchan (known as Mr. B), is embroiled in the fracas and India is involved in a discussion on whether to ban any depiction of smoking from film screens. Mr. B has apologized for smoking a cigar during the promo shoots of the movie and said that he was not a smoker himself. Others feel that eliminating any depiction of smoking in a film is mere censorship.

The movie, since released, did not get great reviews, but the uproar that followed its release in India might mean the end of the cigar trend in Bollywood..