Professors of post-coloniality have a curious need to heroicize (and self-heroicize) and these Australians are no exception.

In due time a nest-full of little chippies appear to be nourished with insectiverous food from a parental beak until fledged and able to look after themselves.

Buttermilk also tastes different today. What do people do when they make buttermilk for the public that gives buttermilk that twang taste? Do these people put milk in an aging tank to mature like wine in a place where air and germs can't get to it?

No doubt, a handful of people are immensely benefiting from the policies of the Modi Sarkar.