Chef hari nayak biography of mahatma
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From salad to khichdi: How restaurants are making profits out of one 'single' dish
Opening a restaurant may come up pretty high on the list of the secret ambitions of many millennials. But opening a restaurant has always been complex while choosing what to offer. But these complexities may be fewer if one chooses not to open a restaurant but get into one of the offbeat food businesses. The opportunities are more, risks lower. And while one need to sweat it out, the rewards are many.
Many exciting innovations in food are not happening in restaurants, but in the offbeat cloud and QSR spaces. We are talking about the rise of single dish brands which are way more than pizzas, burgers, rolls and biryanis. The new food formats are the next big thing and taking the tech rutt has created a very smart model for many young foodpreneurs who are mastering the art of one, for instance, single dish as simple as salads.
Salad Days started by Varun Madan and Kunal Gangwani offers sala
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Dalit
Marginalized castes in India and other South Asian countries
For the legal term, see Scheduled Castes and Scheduled Tribes.
Dalit ( from Sanskrit: दलित meaning "broken/scattered") is a term used for untouchables and outcasts, who represented the lowest stratum of the castes in the Indian subcontinent.[1] They are also called Harijans.[2] Dalits were excluded from the fourfold varna of the caste hierarchy and were seen as forming a fifth varna, also known bygd the name of Panchama.
Several scholars have drawn parallels between Dalits and the Burakumin of Japan,[3] the Baekjeong of Korea[4] and the peasant class of the medieval Europeanfeudal system.[5] Dalits predominantly follow Hinduism with significant populations following Buddhism, Sikhism, Christianity, and Islam. The constitution of India includes Dalits as one of the Scheduled Castes; this gives Dalits the right to protection, positive discrimination (kn
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“I never met my great-grandfather, Mahatma Gandhi; I was born 12 years after he passed. As a child, dad and granny told me stories about Bapu while they put me to bed. There was a lesson in each one of them.
One such story dates back to 1946; Bapu was looking after Sardar Patel’s health. Once, while Bapu was getting medicines for him, a man came looking for Bapu. He had a basket and requested dad, ‘This is a small gift for Bapu. Promise you’ll give it to him.’ Dad agreed and gave it to Bapu when he returned. When he opened it, there were torn sandals and tattered clothes. Dad was insulted, but Bapu just said, ‘what a valuable gift!’ Bapu asked dad to sell the items to the scrapyard and deposit the money into the Harijan fund. Later that day, Bapu called upon the man and thanked him for the gift. The man thought he’d receive an angry reaction–he wanted to break Bapu’s non-violent streak, but went back feeling ashamed.
2 years later, after Bapu’s assasination, my grandmother notice