Oops Sari I’m Indian _{by Alessia Belsito-Riera}

In a souped-up solo show that’s equal parts spicy and saucy, Jenice the Menace brings Diwali-cracker energy to the Circus Bar on the 14^th of March. Oops Sari I’m Indian celebrates and cleverly dismantles Indian stereotypes.

Curry? Jenice will season it properly. Yoga? She stretches that too. Arranged marriage? Please! She’s negotiated far tougher contracts.

As a proud Mango (that’s what people from her hometown of Mangalore are called) now ripening into a Kiwi, Jenice mines the immigrant experience for sharp, self-aware comedy about belonging, bias, love, and the polite confusion of being asked where you’re “really from” in a country built on migration. She turns assumptions into punchlines, reframing cultural misunderstandings into shared laughter.

“As an immigrant, comedy gave me something powerful: control of the narrative,” Jenice says. “When people carry assumptions about you – including your name, your skin, your food, your culture – comedy lets you grab those assumptions, flip them, and get the last word. It turns awkwardness into connection. It turns stereotypes into shared laughter.”

Jenice’s warm style with a bit of bite is intelligent and observational. She invites audiences to laugh at the absurdity of stereotypes while recognising the very human stories underneath them.

Oops Sari I’m Indian is a bold, playful, and unapologetically brown show that proves identity can be both complex and comedic.