This is gawar, cluster beans in technical English.
A great source of fiber, minerals, vitamins…
And gum.
No, not the chewing kind, but one that you add to water to make it very, very thick, almost as thick as heavy cream or even molasses.
You generally don’t thicken water for your purposes, but sometimes you need to drill a hole into the ground and send a pipe about 2 miles in and through that pipe you need to send a large burst of very thick water mixed with sand and other stuff under very high pressure.
Why?
Because you just learned that the rocks there are soaked in crude oil.
You send the thick water in to crack the rocks open so the oil could come out of the bore. This is called fracking and the rock layer you just cracked open is called shale.
But why gawar and not any number of alternatives?
Because when fracking, you need the thickener to be biodegradable, cheap, stable under extreme conditions (temperature way above boiling point), and easily “thinnable” so you could extract it back once the job is done. This gum offers the most optimal sweet spot on all counts.
And that’s why everywhere the world fracks, gawar goes. Which is why despite its English name cluster beans, it remains better recognized as guar.
America does a lot of fracking. So it needs a lot of guar gum.
India eats a lot of gawar, so it produces a lot of guar gum.
80% of the world’s supply comes from India. Rajasthan alone makes up 60%.
At the most conservative, India does 60% of America’s guar gum supply.
Next time you monitor crude prices, observe this commodity.
Trump’s tariffs exclude guar gum and now you know why.
India's Indigenous AkashTeer Drones Surprise US Analysts in #IndiaPakistanConflict
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World stunned as India’s indigenous AkashTeer drones blind-sided #Pakistani & #Chinese radars undetected. US analysts admit the system may rival-or even surpass-current #US stealth drone capabilities, prompting internal reviews on underestimating India’s tech rise.
@rishibagree There’s a saying.. how to make a line bigger without touching it. You draw a smaller line next to it..
May be Cong took it seriously and to make RG look intelligent introduced PGV in Parliament/ Political arena
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If anything positive can be salvaged from this ominous attempt on Donald Trump’s life, it may be his defiant response to being shot at. It may be important to let foreign enemies know that there are still some strong American leaders that they may have to deal with.
New column from Thomas Sowell: https://t.co/hg3c9GGbjO
The most famous commencement speech of the entire 20th century took place at Harvard University in 1978.
The speaker, Alexandr Solzhenitsyn, was in exile from the Soviet Union.
In his speech Solzhenitsyn gave a dire warning to the West.
22 chilling quotes from his speech🧵
What does the strategist and writer Cho have to say about the recent Ramayana dating controversy?
Although Cho isn't alive today, he has shared his opinion on this topic in the preface to his immortal work 'Hindu Maha Samudhram'.
And he does take a clear side. A thread (1/8)
𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠…
Does anyone in India know this piece of history?
Answer must be a firm "No" from most of us! Now please read on.
Remembered in Japan, forgotten in India........
The day was 12 November, 1948. Tokyo Trials are going on in a huge garden house on the outskirts of Tokyo, the trial of fifty-five Japanese war criminals including Japan's then Prime Minister Tojo, after losing WWII.
Of these, twenty-eight people have been identified as Class-A (crimes against peace) war criminals. If proved, the only punishment is the "death penalty".
Eleven international judges from all over the world are announcing......"Guilty".... "Guilty"...... "Guilty"......... Suddenly one thundered, "Not Guilty!"
A silence came down in the hallway. Who was this lone dissenter?
His name was Radha Binod Pal a Judge from India.
Born in 1886 in the Kumbh of East Bengal, his mother made a living by taking care of a household and their cow. For feeding the cow, Radha used to take the cow to the land near a local primary school.
When the teacher taught in school, Radha used to listen from outside. One day the school inspector came to visit the school from the city. He asked some questions of the students after entering the class. Everyone was silent. Radha said from outside the classroom window.... "I know the answer to all your questions." And he answered all the questions one by one. Inspector said... "Wonderful!.. Which class do you read?"
The answer came, "... I do not read...I graze a cow."
Everyone was shocked to hear that. Calling the head teacher, the school inspector instructed the boy to take admission in school as well as provide some stipend.
This is how education of Radha Binod Pal started. Then after passing the school final with the highest number in the district, he was admitted to Presidency College. After taking M Sc. from the University of Calcutta, he studied law again and got the Doctorate title. In the context of choosing the opposite of two things he once said, "law and mathematics are not so different after all.”
Coming back again to the International Court of Tokyo.
In his convincing argument to the rest of the jurists he signified that the Allies, (winners of WWII), also violated the principles of restraint and neutrality of international law. In addition to ignoring Japan's surrender hints, they killed two hundred thousand innocent people using nuclear bombardment.
The judges were forced to drop many of the accused from Class-A to B, after seeing the logic written on twelve hundred thirty-two pages by Radha Binod Pal. These Class-B war criminals were saved by him from a sure death penalty. His verdict in the international court gave him and India a world-famous reputation.
Radha Binod Pal is described as the modern father of International Humanitarian Law. He was the Head of the Department of Law Calcutta University. He was persuaded not to write this judgement and was offered the first President of International Court of Justice. But he refused and wrote the Judgement. A great legal luminary.
Japan respects this great man. In 1966 Emperor Hirohito awarded him the highest civilian honor of the country, 'Kokko Kunsao'. Two busy roads in Tokyo and Kyotto have been named after him. His verdict has been included in the syllabus of law studies there. In front of the Supreme Court of Tokyo, his statue has been placed. In 2007, Prime Minister Shinzo Abe expressed his desire to meet his family members in Delhi and met his son.
Dr. Radha Binod Pal (27 January 1886 - 10 January 1967) name is remembered in the history of Japan. In Tokyo, Japan, he has a museum and a statue in Yasukuni shrine.
Japan University has a research center in his name. Because of his judgment on Japanese war criminals, Chinese people hate him.
Below photo is current ambassador with his son ..
A NOTE ON FATHER’S DAY:
When I came to Mumbai, I stayed as a paying guest in a posh building in Pali Hill. Not that I could afford it, but I was lucky to get it cheap for an emotional reason.
The landlords were an old couple, and the apartment was huge. Their children were all abroad. They were lonely and afraid that if something happened to them, no one would be there to take them to the hospital.
They gave me a small room to live in. I was struggling and used to buy very cheap food like bhelpuri, vada pav, etc. from Linking Road, heat it in their microwave and eat alone in my room.
One day, auntie asked me to eat in their dining room. So, the next day, I bought some extra bhelpuri and offered it to them. Hesitantly, they accepted it. Uncle told me that it was the first time in about 20 years that they had eaten street food, as their children had asked them not to.
Slowly, this became a ritual. They started waiting for me to come back with some street food. This brought joy into their lives and also gave me a sense of family. They told me this must remain a ‘secret’ between us and I must never tell their children, just in case we ever met. Their children called every weekend, but they never mentioned this ‘secret’.
I started researching all the famous street food vendors in Mumbai. I travelled distances on local trains and walked miles to get some special street food from corners of Mumbai: Kheema Pav from Gulshan-e-Iran at Crawford Market, Dosa from Anand at Vile Parle, Bun Maska and Mava Samosa from Merwan’s at Grant Road, Samosa with Chole from Guru Kripa in Sion, Khichdi from Swati Snacks or Sadguru Pav Bhaji from Chembur.
It gave me purpose and hope to the old couple.
We became a small family seeking that ‘dining table’ moment of bonding. Uncle was very old, around 90. He would tell me the same ‘kisse’ (क़िस्से) every day. Later, I learned from auntie that he didn’t speak at all during the day. This was the only moment when he came to life.
Gradually, his health started deteriorating. He started forgetting things. Then came a time when he forgot that I wasn’t his real son.
One day, on his birthday, I brought poori and aloo ki sabzi from Pancham Puriwala near VT station. He smelled it for a very long time and then called me by his son’s name. Auntie told me that for most of his working life in town, he had the same poori aloo for lunch as his office was next door to Pancham. Once he retired, his son asked him not to eat it anymore as street food may make him sick and there wasn’t anyone to look after him.
After relishing it for more than an hour, he got up and walked very slowly, with his walker, to his room and came back with a box. Once again, he addressed me by his son’s name and gave it to me. “I had kept it for the day when you grow up to fulfill a son’s duty. Today, you did. It’s yours now.”
When I opened the box, there was a ‘Hero’ fountain pen in it. There was a note inside the silk casing. It read: “Now my dreams are yours…”
Auntie told me that uncle’s father wanted to become an engineer but couldn't. The pen was gifted to him by his father. His only inheritance. Later, uncle had written his engineering exam with this pen.
I hadn’t just found a Hero pen. I had found a father and a life’s message: dreams are never ours, we inherit them.
We may have children, but we become father only when we pass on our dreams to them.
That pen and the note is with me, to be given to a son who will bring my favourite food when I am old and cold.
We are born to one father but we can be sons to many fathers.
Happy Father’s Day!
-VRA
"Perfection is impossible.
In the 1,526 singles matches I played in my career, I won almost 80% of those matches.
But what percentage of points did I win?
54%
In other words, even top ranked tennis players win barely more than half the points they play.
When you lose ever second point on average, you learn not to dwell on every shot.
You teach yourself to think:
'Okay, I double faulted...it's only a point.'
'Okay, I came to the net and I got passed again...it's only a point.'
Even a great shot, an overhead backhand smash that ends up on ESPN's top 10 playlist – that too is just a point.
Here's why I'm telling you this.
When you're playing a point, it has to be the most important thing in the world. And it is.
But when it's behind you, it's behind you.
This mindset is crucial – because it frees you to fully commit to the next point with intensity, clarity, and focus."
–@rogerfederer
I always say
Do not teach your kids how we got Independence
Teach them how and why we lost it
Today's result is a testimony of my views
Introspection time for HINDUS
जो भी हुआ अच्छा हुआ, आओ फिर मिल के एक दूसरे का हौसला बढ़ाते हैं।
आओ फिर मिल कर नासमझों को समझाते हैं।
आओ फिर मिल कर NaMo का साथ पूरी ऊर्जा के साथ देते हैं।
आओ फिर मिल कर इस जीत का जश्न मनाते हैं
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