>>21223989Anglos planted this shit for some reason, from a book written by Philip Mason, a British colonial administrator in India
>You must fly over India if you want to see how it is put together, not in an aeroplane but in mind. From a train it flashes by too quickly; by bullock-cart, it takes too long.Fly from West to East, along the broad band of flat country that lies below the Himalayas. come to the ground every three or four hundred miles and talk to the people, see what they eat and look at their fields.
>You begin over windy plains of wheat, where the men might be Italian except that they are bigger than Italians, where people eat wheat and milk and butter, and meat when they can get it. Fly on towards the East, a faint jagged arabesque of snowy dome and icy peak on your left, and now the rivers run the other way, towards the rising sun, and you are still over plains, very flat, sprinkled here and there with plump square pincushions of glossy green which are groves of mangoes. Fly on all day till you come down in the evening in a country where wheat is unknown, where rice and fish are what the people eat, where there are boats instead of bullock-carts. At each halt, you have met men a little darker and shorter than the last, but beneath a different colouring, the shape of their features did not seem so very foreign, and the languages they spoke were all dialects of one tongue that was cousin to Latin. 
