Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.
If I’m to die by the bullet of a mad man, I must do so smiling. God must be in my heart and on my lips. And if anything happens, you are not to shed a single tear.
In what perfection [Indian] music stands (as I am no competent judge), I could never give my ears the trouble to examine, it seeming loud and barbarous; yet they observe time and measure in their singing and dancing, and are mightily delighted with their tumbling and noise. They as much dislike our shriller music, hardly allowing our waits fit to play to bears, and our stringed instruments strike not their hard-to-be-raised fancies; but our organs are the music of the spheres with them, charming them to listen as long as they play.
Did you know?
The Loo is a hot, debilitating wind that sweeps across Western India, particularly Rajasthan in the months of May and June. Heatstrokes are referred to as Loo lagna (लू लगना). Apparently, Hamdard's Rooh-afza is based on a unani recipe for a drink with cooling properties recommended during this time.
The word saffron, a colour often associated with Hinduism, is believed to have its root in the Arabic word, az-za'faran which is itself of unknown origin.
Fela Kuti, often called Africa's Bob Marley, had a spiritual advisor named Professor Hindu who had the power to "kill and wake"—to kill a man and bring him back to life. Kuti turned down a million dollar deal with an American record label on Hindu advice.
When the first edition of the American poet, Walt Whitman’s, Leaves of Grass was published in 1855, Ralph Waldo Emerson commented that it read like “a mixture of the Bhagavat Ghita [sic] and the New York Herald”.
In Vedic times, if you killed a man, you had to offer 100 cows as restitution.
Reginald Dyer, the Butcher of Amritsar, of Jallianwala Bagh infamy, was the youngest son of one Edward Dyer, the man often credited with establishing India's first successful brewery at Kasauli in Himachal Pradesh. It would eventually become Mohan Meakin Breweries.
Akbar, the greatest of the Mughals, could not read or write and was possibly also dyslexic.
After his first glimpse of Nanda Devi in 1948, the American mountaineering pioneer, Willi Unsoeld, dreamt of having a daughter named after the peak. 28 years later, his daughter, Nanda Devi Unsoeld, perished while climbing her namesake.