If you find yourself ordering food at an Indian restaurant, don’t make the same mistake I just did and ask for sati when what you really want is saag. Because if you do, the waiter and several busboys will hurry over to your table and set your wife on fire. Which, of course, is not the same thing as a dish of creamy spinach with paneer.
*Dude Toke* That’s a bummer man; that’s a real bummer. */Dude Toke*
Chana saag dude, Chana saag……..you can’t ever go wrong with Chana saag…..
You have to admire their zealous attention to service though.
Why did nobody reveal this secret to me while I was still married???
Random colonialism anecdote: Some time around the turn of the century when the British outlawed sati, an Indian leader came to some colonial officer or other and explained that burning widows alive was an ancient and sacred tradition. The officer explained that in England, hanging murderers was an ancient and sacred tradition, then added, “Let us each act according to our traditions.” Sati (mostly) stopped.
The officer in question was Charles James Napier, a Scot, then Governor of Sind, now part of Pakistan. The quote in full was, if memory serves, “My nation also has a custom. When men burn women alive, we hang them. Let us all act according to national custom.” No better retort to cultural relativism could ever be offered.
But more than banning suttee, the Brits also outlawed meriah and thugee, first in spurts here and there, but eventually throughout the subcontinent under Lord Ramsey, aka General James Dalhousie. He also penned laws ending child-marriage, polygamy, even the practise of killing unwanted female children. I suppose I should note this last has reasserted itself, in utero, throughout the East again, proving the contention of 19th century feminists that abortion is, indeed, anti-woman at its core.