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Time for a cup of tea…

The British, India and tea

It has been a while since I wrote, for I was busy on the home front with yet another move. I did not have to move far this time, and did what many in America do, I downsized. In simple terms I moved to a smaller home without a backyard and many of those other extra amenities, in order to make our life after office hours a bit more manageable. Unlike what most people think, we have to do most of the work ourselves when it come to the shifting and leave only the final furniture moving to the big and the brawny lads and their truck. So as you can imagine, it was a back breaking affair for the last three weeks  and at long last, we are somewhat settled, looking forward to a new neighborhood, and hopefully a new relaxed routine. After all that tiring work, I guess I deserve a stimulating beverage, but naturally, a cup of tea, brewed the Indian way, with milk and sugar.
I did traverse this path in another direction some years ago, looking at the tea shops in Kera…

Tales from a partition

The great India Pakistan Divide
My curiosity about this matter was piqued when my friend sent me the famous BS Kesavan photograph pertaining to the division of books between India and Pakistan during the partition. Upon a detailed study of the Caravan article connected to it, it was clear that no division of books had occurred. On the other hand, the matter did extend itself in bizarre ways to many other fields. Like in a messy divorce, the situation became acrimonious and resulted in many stupid actions. It is worthwhile to take a look. This is not a study of the horrors of that partition, or a recounting of the many harrowing tales of violence, but the paths followed by the bureaucracies of the two new countries in divvying up the assets at partition.
Like many in India, I too heard stories of those days from my grandmother and grand aunts, both of whom had spent awhile in places like Karachi and Lahore when their husbands used to work in the British Railways and army. One of them h…

An immaculate deception

The PNS Ghazi Sinking
In early April 1942, a little-known episode of World War II took place, stated by Sir Winston Churchill to be “the most dangerous moment of the war,” when the Japanese made their only major offensive westwards into the Indian Ocean. This was when the Axis flagged Japanese fleet led by six aircraft carriers, four battleships and 30 other ships sailed into the Bay of Bengal, under Admiral Nagumo, destination Ceylon.
Fast forward to 1971. A decision had been made to liberate East Pakistan as millions of refugees flooded India. Indira Gandhi had concluded that it was a better idea to liberate East Pakistan instead of bearing the brunt of these millions of refugees. Gandhi cabinet ordered the Chief of the Army Staff General Sam Manekshaw to "Go into East Pakistan”. According to Manekshaw's own personal account, he refused, citing the onset of monsoon season in East Pakistan and also the fact that the army tanks were in the process of being refitted and clai…

The beautiful wife of Abdul Wasi

The assassination attempt on Akbar which followed and her purported European connections
I had initially planned to spend time studying the so called European connections of the mystery wife of Akbar, the famous and powerful Maryam uz Zamani, the purported mother of Salim Khan more famously known as Jahangir. Fresh from a trip to Fathepur Sikhri, I assumed that things would become clear as to whether she had Hindu or Muslim origins or if she was of Portuguese or Armenian extract as some historians had alluded. After a study which proved tiresome and inconclusive, I decided to allow all that information swirling in my head to settle down for a while and get back to it later. Instead I decided to dwell a bit on another wife that Akbar had acquired a little later.  There was a lot of intrigue in this story, sufficient for me to jot it all down, and for you to peruse.
Akbar married his first cousin Ruqaiya, in 1552 (there were a couple of other marriages earlier). Even though he married t…