Is there any real Indian Restaurant in Sweden?

There is "NO" single real Indian restaurant in Sweden as per my knowledge. I have been in Sweden for more than four years and I have travelled places around Gothenburg, Stockholm and Malmo in Sweden. What I can find is, most of the Pakistanis and Bangladeshi running the Indian restaurant, with the name of "Indisk restauarang" or ”Indisk Mat". Pity! The same situation continues to be found down in Cph as well. Speaking about authentic Indian restaurant, it's tough to have to in Sweden. As per my experience, many of the swedes are little stereotypic in sticking to very few common food dishes like "Naan", " Chicken Butter masala", "Chicken korma", " raitha" etc and they feel very hard to try any new cuisines introduced to them in the Indian restaurants. Trust me, my friend had a bad experience in selling few of our south Indian dishes in his Indian restaurant in Halmstad, Sweden. Moreover Swedes are not used to eat much hot/spicy food; there are few exceptional ones, who would taste the same amount of spicy food, tasted by any Telugu guy in India. I knew few of the swedes compares the naan bread with the one served in other restaurants in Sweden. Actually this should not be the case, they can only judge or compare, after eating food in any of the 28 states in India. In general people should have a little knowledge, about what kind of food they eat. Talking about Indian food, there are many traditional Indian food in our country, myself from Chennai(Madras) have our own cuisines like "idli", "dosa","sambhar","vada" any many other  varieties of food, which at least 98% of the swedes would have never come across in their life. Most of these foods are supposed to be eaten by hand, which hardly any western would prefer in the first case. The restaurants in Sweden provide the food with the mix of indo-Pakistani/ Pakistani and indo-Bangladeshi/Bangladeshi. Most of these people set their business for their livelihood, rather providing the authenticity in the taste with the food and culture, which they believe to do. There won't be many years to come, where their real identity would be lime lighted to the public.

Journey to Stockholm Interview

That was a disastrous start for my formal interview in Sweden. This is my first time, I'm attending for an interview. I was dressed up in all formal. Everything is set to go according to my plan. I had already prepared my stay for the night, upon that I have prepared my lunch, had my tooth paste packed, charged my mobile upto 100%. I even shaved the night before my travel to avoid the time collapse. Everything went fine, until I finished my breakfast. Then there started a rain which seems to change my plans for the jacket which I'm supposed to wear for my travel. The rain was really deceiving my mental status to choose between the jackets. I had planned to wear a dark green jacket for the travel, but due to the rain I had rain jacket as an alternative. My plan was to leave the house by 7:30 am, as I have to walk to catch the train. The rain was very tricky, it started pouring for a second and I had to choose my raincoat for my journey. A second thought hit as the clock strikes 7:31. The drizzling of the rain stopped and suddenly I had to switch over to my old plan. I sensed the lateness with my plan as the clock started ticking. I have to rush out to my house to catch the train. The moment I realized, as I walked out of my apartment, the story of my travel changed all in a sudden. Yes! I left my mobile in the rain jacket which I chose at my second thought. That was a stupid mistake  which I haven’t done in my life. The problem is not only I’ll be out of communication to the outer world, but also I can’t even have communication to enter into my apartment, due to the lock system. I didn’t have keys to enter into my apartment, as keys got struck up with my room mates, who sleep inside. I didn’t have my laptop  with me or any public or public services to contact them.

I shouted in vain, calling for my roommate's name, but nothing I received expect a second thought of cancelling the journey. I barely waited for 4-5 minutes just by shouting, the bad thing is I couldn’t even hold the attention of my neighbours. Luckily I had my nokia phone in my bag, where it had a message of my ticket.  The last shout of mine, which was heard by a dog. Hope it understands my sitaution, but still do anything other than to bark. Earlier I had even had a hope of reaching the railway station, by the bicycle once when I get in the apartment, but all ended in a vain. I made a decision to travel thinking of traditional travel. "No mobile, No map and most importantly no communication". I assumed that it’s more like an era where the technology even existed. As the blood gushed into my vein, I started to stride across the road. I started walking with my fastest pace, having my creditless mobile on my hand to keep up with the time. I even had a thought of having a lift from a guy, but my heart didn’t pave way for it. I had an attitude that, " I should go for it". I thought of the money  which I spent for my ticket.  I thought about the interview which was set for me at Stockholm. I literally ran to cope up with the time. I ran, I ran, I ran, I sensed the situation, that I could make it as I reached more than half away. That was a moment where the rain could strike any moment from those dark clouds. I had reached the train station even 10 minutes earlier, before my departure. I slowed down a bit and removed the jacket to let me cool down for a while, as I strided. I came into the train refreshed myself for a minute in the washroom, still I had the tempo running in my body.

I started my journey without any phone contacts, without any address details of the venue. I just had my old reading of the maps in my mind. My dreams of checking in at places through mobile  have been collapsed, but the hope of having a good interview, with the experience, made me to push through.