Āryān - 𑀕𑀣𑀯𑀮𑀸
@Aryanvaad
Born of creation, I am the artisan of the unseen, no room for errors, forged to forge anew.
David Solomon exposed typical Darubaaz Rajputs: They drink till senseless, then shout, make fools of themselves, spill food on their clothes, and some even black out. For them, without meat, all food is grass; without daru, even Ganga’s sacred water holds no virtue.

Warriors drank Arak, Araq, Raki, and Ouzo echoed in their tales. But the Rajputs and their ‘Poppy Juice’? No poems, no epics ever mentions it. Yet they drank it and turned into zombies. This time, Sylvester Graham sends a ‘Hi’ and asks: “So, champs, had your 'Poppy Juice' today?
All fighter races were used to it i.e. Rajputs,afghans,ghurids etc, Which was actually hospitality b/w warriors. But Jats copied their national emblem, hookah, and opium culture from us, and now you’re insulting us for it. “Rajputo ke feke hue shauk aaj jat copy kar rhe hai….”
Rajputs high on opium looked like a living corpse. Robert Hamilton Irwin saw one lying on his back, tongue hanging out, flies swarming over it. It was a pathetic, revolting, utterly disgraceful sight. The irony? These same people call themselves protectors of Dharma.

The warlike nature of the Rajputs and the tradition of 'Jauhar' have been greatly exaggerated. Their hearts do not embody true bravery or valor. What can one say of those who need the intoxication of opium merely to face battle? — Robert Irvine's views on Rajputs. A thread 🧵👇
Wherever there's a wrestling match, you'll find the Jat. If he's old enough to compete, he'll fight; if he's too young or too old, he'll watch. But he'll be there, unless something truly urgent holds him back. — Dr. W. Burns, British Chief Secretary and Council Member, 1910
Jats of the 6th Jat Regiment wrestling near Merville, France, 1915. Even in wartime, the akhara thrived as wrestling remained the favourite pastime of the Jat soldiers.
टॉड के अनुसार राजपूत कोई योद्धा जाति नहीं, बल्कि अफीमचोद जाति थी| अफीम में डूबे सौदेबाज़, जो बेटियाँ सौंप कर खुद को वीर कहते थे। तलवार से ज़्यादा भरोसा अफीम के चूर्ण पर था। भाटों से झूठा इतिहास लिखवाया, और हर हार को शौर्य का तमगा बना दिया।
A Rajput is good for nothing without opium (Umul), and once its effects begin to wear off, these rajputs turn into lifeless logs. Who cares about food? All they want is opium. Do you think these opium-chods had any choice other than marrying off their daughters to invaders?