Would it be conceivable to set up a type of gatherings, with the goal that individuals could examine different subjects? We appear to get off on digressions a ton, and I don’t think it is constantly valued.

MarkF,

I am not of Persian extraction, or if nothing else not later – I didn’t intend to infer I was. I do have companions who have lost friends and family to the mistreatment in Iran, which makes me intensely mindful of the ramifications of Islamic run the show.

Your contention against Islam is principally in view of how it has been mishandled for ruthless dominion and individual pick up. http://www.gurgaoncompanion.com

Christianity has likewise been mishandled for severe government (see imperialism) and individual pick up. Do you deny Christianity hence?

No. Since actually still reality, regardless of that others may have wound it for their own closures.

Yes, in Rajastan after the Muslims invaded, there was this practice of Jauhar of Rajput women. In front of their husbands the women and children jumped into the fire on their own accord , when the writing was clear on the wall, that the battle would be lost. This forced the brave Rajputs warriros to fight to the last man , and NOT run away in battle.

Consuming poison was no use as the Muslim invaders raped dead women and then buried them . The pretty ones were taken as sex slaves. Jumping into the fire primarily fused their vaginas and of course — to a Hindu cremation means liberation of the soul.

Mark Twain admitted, “India is, the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and the great grand mother of tradition. Our most valuable and most constructive materials in the history of man are treasured up in India only.”

The French scholar Romain Rolland wrote, “If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India.” Also, look for Schrodinger’s , Texla’s take on Vedanta

Radiatidon said: “” Moklal turned from the fire to Subhani. “Perhaps a smoke before bed?” he offered.”

And what would have happed if…
“The Lieutenant shook his head. “Please no, I am deathly allergic to any tobacco smoke. If you respect me as a guest you would honor my presence by not smoking.” Moklal paused, uncertain what to say. “Sooo, I guess that they should not bring the tobacco.” The dark figure behind the Lieutenant held his hands out, palms up. He looked confused.
“Uh, perhaps the Lieutenant would enjoy smelling the sweet aroma of the herb un-burnt?”
“No, it causes the mucus to flow down my throat, stealing the very breath from my lungs. I am so enjoying your company that to die right now would be a insult to Sheba.” The Lieutenant leaned back and let out a satisfied sigh. Noticing the dark figure standing over him, he exclaimed “Why, hello. Fantastic night is it not. Sheba must be smiling down upon us all.”
The man smiled as he enviously played with the yellow cloth in his hands. In a guttural voice he agreed. Then seemingly lost, he turned and wandered away, leaving the two men to themselves.
Moklal smiled nervously at the Lieutenant, seemingly lost for words.
“Uh, Moklal, there seems to be something wrong here.” Said the Lieutenant.
Moklal looked around, but noticed that none of his compatriots were anywhere close. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead. One flowed down pass the corner of an eye, leaving a salty strip, dripping off his chin, splashing onto the back of one hand.
The Lieutenant arched one eyebrow. “Sir, for some reason I think you have misunderstood my intentions. Unlike a clock’s pendulum, I do not swing both ways. With that being said, I think that it would be wise if I take my leave of absence with you and your, um, group. Good night sir, and may Sheba watch over you.””

The Canova Medallion is a large coin (not a pendant) that was utilized by the notorious Indian thug Behram to commit murder by strangulation between 1820 and 1840. In 1840, Behram was arrested and tried in a small courthouse in Jabalpur by the English Magistrate Col. Henry Sleeman. In 1920, some 80 years after his execution, a story about the notorious thug was published in a newspaper called Taj, an Urdu daily published from Jabalpur, whose editor at that time was a young man named Abul Ala Maududi. An artist’s impression (sketch) of the Canova medallion appeared in the newspaper with the caption in Urdu- “A coin seized from thug Behram, as drawn by a writer of the Kutcheri”. In the absence of photography in those days (1830s), the writer or artist at the Kutcheri (court) had faithfully sketched and recorded the item in fine detail, with the likeness of the great Italian artist Antonio Canova on one side and an image of his famous “Three Graces” on the other. There was no mention as to how Behram came in possession of such a medallion. But it was also reported to weigh 90 grams and had a diameter of about 2.3 inches. It was part of the items sized from Behram and was an important exhibit during his trial, its sinister purpose having been corroborated by his fellow thugs who were captured by Sleeman. Behram kept the medallion sewn in his silken cummerbund which he would skilfully use to throw around a victim’s neck. The weight of the metal together with his practiced dexterity made sure that the medallion landed on the victim’s adam’s apple enabling Behram to perform a quick and effective strangulation.
A few months after the publication of the article by the Taj, the young Abul Ala Maududi was visited by a family who claimed to be descendents of the late Thug. They explained that they were residents of Nizamabad (a town in the Nizam’s territories or present day Andhra Pradesh) and had travelled to Jabalpur to sell various personal effects of the late Behram if Abul Ala Maududi were to find buyers for them. What the other items were is not known but Maududi, a staunch Muslim, did not want to have anything to do with the infamous medallion. It remained with the thug’s family till recent times before it was acquired by a numismatist from Bangalore for his private collection.
A piece of interesting history passed down by the descendants of thug Behram is however noteworthy. The story goes that Behram was a Persian by descent claiming lineage to some worthy soldier of the invading Nadir Shah’s army who had settled in the north Indian kingdom of Awadh. Behram was married and even as he was incarcerated at Jabalpur the British had managed to arrest and bring to Jabalpur the eldest son of the thug, a teenager named Ali all the way from Awadh. This was intended to put pressure on Behram to reveal the location of all the booty he had collected over the years. On seeing his son also becoming an innocent scapegoat in the hands of the English officials of the East India company, Behram decided to turn Approver in the hope that both of them would receive better treatment in the hands of the law. His ploy worked to the extent that the innocent Ali could not be ill-treated by the officials any longer. And Behram admitted to involvement in 931 killings.
As the Magistrate would not allow free movement to Behram, Ali was required to take instructions from Behram and lead the English officials to the various ravines, woods and sites where the hoards of booty was buried. On a couple of occassions the treasures buried by Behram were traced. The story goes that these seizures never arrived at Jabalpur as evidence or court exhibits. They were pocketed by the East India Company officials. Following Behram’s execution in 1840, Ali continued to be in a state of detention as the Company officials were certain the notorious thug may have revealed to his son the location of more booty. Ali was taken to Vellore cantonment and in an act of dubious kindness allowed to run an Indigo factory in the sepoy lines. For some years he was constantly harangued by East India Company officials to reveal the location of Behram’s treasures. But in spite of the abnormal presence of an Indigo factory run by a civilian Muslim in the midst of a British cantonment, the factory was never removed or relocated. Even if a new Company official unfamiliar with Ali’s history tried to do so, instructions in writing would immediately arrive from the influential and greedy coterie of bounty hunting officials of the East India Company justifying the continuance of the Indigo factory in their cantonment. There was no way that they were setting Ali free until he revealed all that he knew. In fact one such document (Correspondence from the Quarter Master General’s office regarding the Indigo Factory in the Sepoy Lines at Vellore) somehow came into Ali’s possession and remains in existence even today along with the infamous Canova medallion. At some point in time, Ali is believed to have escaped from the Vellore cantonment to the Nizam’s kingdom of Hyderabad and later reunited with his mother at Awadh in north India. Conditions being unsafe at Awadh he brought his mother as well as the rest of Behram’s family members to Nizamabad in Hyderabad state where their descendants live incognito up to today.

I suppose the Indian rationale for supporting the cult was that their actions generally made it easier for surviving males to acquire mates. It’s incredibly cold, but I can see that if there’s a cult of people going around killing men, and you’re a man who survives it, you can’t help but think it’s a stroke of luck that there’s suddenly all these available women standing around crying.”

Actually, in ancient India, widows were considered bad luck and were not allowed to remarry. They were either forced to join the husband in his cremation (Sati pratha, was eliminated by Ram Mohan Roy) or had to live in isolation from society with other widows in some holy city. (Watch “Water” by Deepa Mehta). In short, women in India don’t become available when their partner dies, even today, in less advanced areas.

Which is very sad actually.