You know what, let’s get truly serious about decolonisation. Let’s remove one of the most prevalent symbols of imperialist excesses in India - potatoes. The centre must remove potatoes from all govt establishments if it truly cares about decolonisation. #TataBatata
Potato cultivation didn’t exist in India/ Akhand Bharat/ Bharatavarsha till at least the 15th century. However, the British planted it, set up research centres for the cultivation of this non native plant - why? It’s a controversy. Band karao ye
The evil samosa and all its B-grade cousins - Batata vada, Bonda, and other Besan fried snacks - are all foreign to Akhand Bharat. Just like potatoes, the concept of deep frying wasn’t native to India till at least the first interactions with central Asian cultures…
… which used fuels other than cow dung cakes for cooking. (Cow dung cakes don’t support the consistent high temperatures needed for deep frying) So clearly, if we’re truly serious about decolonisation, stop with everyday symbols. #SamosaSamaapti
For those few who don’t get it - sab sarcasm hai, couched in facts. Yes, potatoes aren’t native to the subcontinent and weren’t grown here till the New World was ‘discovered’. That deep frying anecdote, too, is true. But it’s hard to believe your harmless vada pav/ samosa…
… isn’t truly Indian, no? We’ve been a syncretic nation for centuries. There’s non-native words, foods, habits, and cultures we’ve imbibed well before the British, Portuguese, or even the Mughals first arrived in the subcontinent. No one person/ government can tell you what…
… is Indian, and what’s not. Also, mathematically speaking, if you poll any humble bacterium, they’d tell you all of humankind is an imperialist power on earth, lol. Non issue hai: this R-day, let’s talk jobs, inflation, and inequality, please. Songs can wait, dear government.
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<THREAD> In a quiz I made recently, and did at Roorkee and work, there aws this long, A to AA question based around the Nanavati vs. State of Maharashtra case, so thought I'd tell that story here, too, because threads with fundaes are fun.
So, around 60 years back, Sylvia Nanavati, a Mumbai resident, tells her decorated naval officer husband, Kawas Nanavati, that she's had an affair with a flamboyant businessman called Prem Ahuja.
Mr. Nanavati marches down to Mr. Ahuja's house, finds him in a towel, just out from a bath. He whips out his service revolver and shoots him dead.
The story is, predictably, widely covered in the Mumbai tabloids.