Although my name is suggestive of a hardcore orthodox Tambrahm from the depths of Tamil Nadu, or at the very least Triplicane, the sad truth is that I have been living in north India since I was three months old. Amongst other things, this also means all my education was in the north of the Vindhyas, indeed almost entirely in Delhi.
One consequence of this was a near-complete ignorance of the history of peninsular India. Only the period when the Muslims defeated north Indian kings existed for my contemporaries.
History began when a looter from Ghori came here in 1191.
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