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Time of India
04-07-2025
- Politics
- Time of India
'No AC, no bathroom, no hotel stay': Trinidad business tycoon recalls when PM Modi slept in cramped room used for ironing clothes
Prime Minister Narendra Modi's official visit to Trinidad and Tobago this week was more than just a diplomatic engagement; it was a heartfelt reunion with the past and a celebration of shared cultural roots. The trip brought back memories of his early political journey, including a touching moment from 1998 shared by industrialist ML Mittal. 'I first met Narendra Modi ji in New York in 1998…' Mittal recalled. by Taboola by Taboola Sponsored Links Sponsored Links Promoted Links Promoted Links You May Like Play War Thunder now for free War Thunder Play Now At the time, Modi was a BJP leader visiting New York with a few RSS members. Mittal hosted them at his modest four-bedroom flat. Despite being offered the host's own room or a hotel stay, Modi humbly chose to sleep in a small utility room used for ironing clothes. 'He came with some RSS workers and stayed in my apartment, which had just four bedrooms. I insisted that Modiji take my room or I would arrange a hotel for him. He refused. Instead, he chose to sleep in a small utility room used for ironing clothes. It had no air conditioning and no attached bathroom, but he said it was perfect for him,' Mittal fondly recalled. Live Events — ANI (@ANI) Ceremonial Welcome in Port of Spain Modi began his visit to Trinidad and Tobago with a ceremonial Guard of Honour at Piarco International Airport. He was welcomed warmly by Prime Minister Kamla Persad-Bissessar, 38 ministers, and four Members of Parliament. A lively crowd danced to the beat of traditional drums, combining local and Indian cultural performances to greet him. Modi shared the moments on social media platform X, writing, 'May the friendship between India-Trinidad & Tobago flourish in the times to come! Highlights from a special welcome in Port of Spain.' Later that evening, PM Modi attended a traditional dinner hosted by Kamla Persad-Bissessar, where food was served on Sohari leaves. He noted how the leaf holds deep cultural meaning for Trinidadians of Indian origin, as it's commonly used during festivals and religious gatherings. In his post, he wrote, 'The dinner hosted by Prime Minister Kamla Persad-Bissessar had food served on a Sohari leaf, which is of great cultural significance to the people of Trinidad & Tobago, especially those with Indian roots.' During the dinner, PM Modi presented Bissessar with a replica of the Ram Mandir in Ayodhya, along with holy water from the Saryu River and from the Mahakumbh in Prayagraj. He said, 'They symbolise the deep cultural and spiritual bonds between India and Trinidad & Tobago.' PM Modi also addressed members of the Indian community in Port of Spain. He was joined by Kamla Persad-Bissessar, whose presence made the event even more memorable. Modi thanked her for her kind words and her commitment to strengthening ties between the two countries. In his words, 'Today's community programme in Port of Spain was made even more special by the distinguished presence of Prime Minister Kamla Persad-Bissessar.' Inputs from agencies
Time of India
04-07-2025
- Lifestyle
- Time of India
Modi eats on Sohari leaf in Trinidad: Why this is no ordinary leaf, know its Bhojpuri roots, 'food for the Gods' story every Indian should hear
During his July 2025 state visit, Prime Minister Narendra Modi attended a special dinner hosted by Trinidad and Tobago's Prime Minister Kamla Persad-Bissessar. What made the evening unique was not just the menu but how it was served, on large, green Sohari leaves. Modi later shared on social media that the leaf has 'great cultural significance' for Trinidadians of Indian origin. This simple gesture highlighted the island's rich Indo-Caribbean heritage , where using tropical leaves as plates remains a cherished tradition passed down through generations. What Is a Sohari Leaf? Origin and Botanical Details The Sohari leaf comes from the Calathea lutea plant, a tropical species related to ginger. Commonly known as the bijao or cigar plant, it grows widely across the Caribbean and Central and South America. The plant can reach up to 3 metres (10 feet) in height, and its broad, waxy leaves, often more than a metre long, are naturally suited to being used as food wrappers or plates. by Taboola by Taboola Sponsored Links Sponsored Links Promoted Links Promoted Links You May Like Scientists: Tinnitus? When tinnitus won't go away, do this (Watch) Hearing Magazine Undo In Trinidad's hot and humid climate, these sturdy leaves are ideal for serving hot dishes like rice, curries, and vegetables, without breaking down or leaking. Why Sohari Leaves Are Used for Serving Food in Trinidad The term Sohari (also spelled Soharee) has roots in the Bhojpuri language and literally means 'food for the gods.' Originally, the word referred to a type of ghee-basted flatbread (roti) that was traditionally offered to Hindu priests during religious rituals. Live Events Over time, the large leaf used to serve this food also came to be known as the Sohari leaf. Today, it's commonly used at religious gatherings, weddings, community feasts, and festivals such as Diwali. An entire meal, including rice, channa, curries, and sweets, is often served on a single Sohari leaf, making it a meaningful and eco-friendly tradition. Local cultural researchers note that more than 100,000 Sohari leaves may be used each month at Hindu events across Trinidad, showing just how widespread and deeply rooted this practice is. Why It Matters Eating off a Sohari leaf is more than just a practical choice, it's a strong cultural link to the past. For Indo-Trinidadians, it serves as a reminder of their ancestors' traditions from India. As PM Modi noted, the act of serving food on this leaf is especially meaningful for those with Indian roots. The Sohari leaf, in this context, becomes more than a plate, it becomes a bridge between two cultures. It honours traditional Indian dining customs while also celebrating the unique Caribbean identity of a community that has lovingly preserved them. Quick Facts About the Sohari Leaf Meaning: The word Sohari comes from Bhojpuri and means 'food for the gods.' Cultural Use: Indo-Trinidadian Hindus have used the leaf in religious and social functions for over 100 years. Plant Source: Comes from the Calathea lutea plant, also known as bijao, native to the Caribbean and known for its large, tough leaves.
Times
03-05-2025
- Times
Frank Gardner: My birdwatching break in the Caribbean's green haven
The good thing about Tobago, I was told, is that it does not have any poisonous snakes on the island. Head off the beaten track in neighbouring Trinidad, I was warned, and you might encounter the venomous fer-de-lance pit viper, or its feared cousin, the Bushmaster. Wanting to get close to some tropical nature but avoid either of those beasties, thank you very much, I plumped for Tobago. The Republic of Trinidad and Tobago is a small archipelago of Caribbean islands nestled close to the shores of trouble-stricken Venezuela. So close, in fact, that less than ten miles separate the country from the edge of South America and Trinidadians joke they can 'walk across'. Unfortunately, that is not all that crosses the Columbus Channel between the two countries. Guns, gangs and drugs flow both ways, leading to the government declaring a state of emergency across the country at the time of my visit, which has now been lifted. That meant no curfew, but a licence for the police to stop and search people or premises without a warrant, and to detain anyone. Yet Tobagoans, as the citizens of Tobago are called, assured me that their island has been largely spared the violent crime that has racked their larger neighbour, Trinidad. 'In Tobago,' says the FCDO travel advice at time of writing, 'violent crime is rare.' They are indeed two very different places. Tobago has just 65,000 inhabitants, compared with about 1.5 million on the bigger Trinidad. Tobago is also 15 times smaller. I know it's a cliché, but it's incredible how quickly you feel the pace of life relax the moment you emerge from the airport into the Caribbean night. Windows down, warm air rushing past with the scent of fruit trees and blossom, the excellent driver sent to meet me from Victory Villa and Ibounced along the coast road that skirts the north shore of the island. People were sitting out on their front porches, drinking beer and chatting beneath giant banyan trees or next to pink and blue-painted one-storey homes — Tobago is hardly a high-rise destination. In the tiny coastal resort of Castara hoardings advertised 'Tortillaz: Bring the Vibes' or 'Come for the day, stay for a lifetime'. And sure enough, there did seem to be a smattering of Europeans who had decided to do precisely that, their dreadlocked blond hair trailing down to the tops of their frayed cargo shorts. But I was keen to be somewhere more remote, somewhere close enough to hear the crash and roar of the ocean yet quiet enough to be far from the hum of traffic. The Victory Villa, a small eco-hotel overlooking Englishman's Bay, perched high up in the verdant hills above Castara, seemed to fit the bill. Wayne Warner, the owner and manager, had assured me in advance that, although it was not ideal for wheelchair access, he would do his best to make it easy for me and he did. (I have used a manual wheelchair ever since being shot and partly paralysed in the legs while on a BBC assignment in Saudi Arabia in 2004.) The last bit of road up to the villa was rutted and steep, so much so that Warner had to drive down to meet me in his 4×4. Now, I thought, as I dumped my camera kit in an immaculate room and emerged onto the terrace to gaze at Englishman's Bay, I have finally got off the beaten track. At which point a very British voice called out: 'Frank! Do come and join us.' It was the son of a well-known and highly decorated British general and his charming wife, and I didn't mind a bit. The Victory Villa, it seemed, was one of those small, discreet boutique sort of places where people breeze in for a few days before going sailing or heading off to another island. • Read our full guide to the Caribbean All right, so what about the hummingbirds? Those tiny, hovering avian beauties that I had flown 11 hours to come and see? Well, out of the world's 368 hummingbird species, Tobago has just six. (Trinidad has rather more, with at least 18 and its original Amerindian name is said to have meant 'Land of the Hummingbird'.) But in Tobago they are almost everywhere, with some spectacular species such as the exquisite ruby-topaz and the white-necked jacobin with its flared white tail 'skirt'. Breakfast on the terrace above the bay on that first, gloriously cloudless morning was a challenge. Warner brought out a tray bearing homemade coconut bake infused with nutmeg, as well as fresh fruit juice, fried plantains, a pot of filter coffee and a plate of buljol: a simple local dish made of salted cod that is rinsed, shredded and boiled to make it less salty, and then seasoned. Yet I found it impossible to concentrate on what was on the plate. Not only was the view quite breathtaking — an uninterrupted plunge down the lush hillside to an azure sea and waves breaking on pink rocks far below — but the air was alive with the whizz and whirr of a dozen hummingbirds. Warner, like many Tobagoans, had set out a row of feeders to attract the birds. I have to say that from a photographic perspective these are a mixed blessing. Filled with sugary water, they are irresistible to hummingbirds and word soon gets round, bringing them in from dawn until dusk. They undoubtedly help you to view these creatures up close. But as they are red and plastic and artificial, you really don't want them in your photo frame. The challenge for me was to either catch the birds on the wing (high shutter speed, less than half a second in which to react and press the shutter) or catch them on the few occasions when they were feeding on the natural shrubs and flowers dotted around the villa. • 18 of the best Caribbean islands to visit 'I'm aware of this,' Warner said, when I mentioned the artificial feeders, 'and I have a plan.' Gradually, he said, he is reducing the sugar content and will replace the synthetic feeders with plants such as purpletop vervain that naturally attract the hummingbirds. And purpletop vervain is what I found at the next place I stayed: the deliciously remote Cuffie River Nature Retreat. Literally miles from anywhere, this idyllic resort is surrounded by rainforest (it only seemed to rain at night) and run by Regina Dumas, a wonderful lady still full of vitality on the cusp of her 80th birthday. No need for door keys or locked rooms here, just a gentle Caribbean breeze entered the room and sometimes brought with it a welcome visitor: a hummingbird passing through on its way to somewhere else. It's a family place, where I was invited to join in the birthday celebrations for Regina's niece and where the cook has all the time in the world to stop and chat, beside serving up delicious home-cooked dishes of kingfish, plantain and red snapper. Like the Victory Villa, this place felt more like a home than a hotel, thanks in large part to its warm-hearted owner. Tobago is rightly famous for many things: sailing, scuba diving and just kicking back on its glorious beaches. I had optimistically brought my Padi licence with me but a recent storm had stirred up the seabed so visibility, I was told, was not what it should have been. Instead, I hired a nature guide a couple of times, which gave me a good feel for the island. Was I tempted to spend more time among the backpacker community of Castara, or visit the hotel resorts around Crown Point and Scarborough? Not really. I had come to see nature and here my guides excelled, taking me to see kingfishers, tanagers and spectacular tricoloured herons. From tall and dense rainforest to well-watered country clubs to rocky inlets where Caribbean waves crashed against the shore, I was given a grand tour of this small, tranquil island. Back at the Cuffie River eco-resort mornings took on a pace of their own. At breakfast time the cook would put out slices of papaya to feed the many tropical birds that live here: tanagers, mockingbirds, woodpeckers and an extremely noisy creature that is the national bird. The cocrico is actually a rufous-vented chachalaca (yes, I thought you would want to know that) and they provide something of a dawn chorus as they gather in the trees to greet the rising sun with a collective cackle. But apart from the hummingbirds there was another, rather special creature that inhabited this particular eco-resort. As the moon rose above the thick fronds of the rainforest at night a piercing whistle came from the darkened foliage beyond the veranda. 'Did you hear that?' asked Dumas, my host. 'That sound? That's the white-tailed nightjar. But you'll be lucky to see him.' As if on cue, this mysterious nocturnal bird suddenly appeared, darting left and right as it went about hawking insects in the moonlight, only to disappear like a ghost, leaving nothing but the silence of the forest and the rush and gurgle of the stream below. It was to be another peaceful night in the Tobago rainforest. Have you visited Tobago? Share your memories in the comments Frank Gardner travelled independently. Victory Villa has B&B doubles from £119 ( Cuffie River Nature Retreat has B&B doubles from £140 ( Frank Gardner is the president of the British Trust for Ornithology (BTO). 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The Guardian
21-04-2025
- Politics
- The Guardian
Emboldened by Trump, the ‘liberal' UK is giving free rein to its colonial impulses
As Donald Trump rains chaos down upon the US – dismantling the rule of law trading in rage-fuelled nationalism and bullying the rest of the world – his ideology is now being eagerly imitated not just by the expected rogues of global politics, but by supposed bastions of democracy. These democracies now wear only a mask of civility over that old colonial impulses: control, divide, exploit. Most disturbing is the UK's quiet complicity, sneaking its own brand of institutional cruelty. Like seasoned illusionists, they use chaos abroad to obscure injustice at home, to legitimise morally indefensible immigration policies. It is as though the UK and the US exchanged a sly nod across the Atlantic, and said: 'Let's see just how far we can go.' The US is now overseeing the deportation of thousands. Not illegal migrants. Legal. Some have lived in the country for decades, built families, contributed to society, paid taxes. As detention centre doors slams, dreams are extinguished in real time. Caribbean nation's citizenship-by-investment (CBI) programmes, including Antigua & Barbuda, Dominica, Saint Kitts & Nevis, and Saint Lucia, are now under investigation by the US due to perceived security concerns, potentially facing travel restrictions. So, too, Africans are facing bans and visa cancellations. Not to be outdone, the UK has begun tightening visa restrictions on African and Caribbean nations under the thinnest of pretexts. To us, the message is clear: if you are the wrong colour and hail from a former colony, you're not welcome. Of course, you're more than welcome if you are Ukrainian or bringing money or minerals. A report on the roots of the Windrush scandal posted on the UK government's website summarises, 'major immigration legislation in 1962, 1968 and 1971 was designed to reduce the proportion of people living in the United Kingdom who did not have white skin.' Sixty years later, the UK still engages this socio-political ideology. Take the absurd treatment of Trinidad and Tobago. British authorities last month slapped exorbitant visa fees on Trinidadians, similar to Jamaica and Dominica. The justification? A spike in asylum claims – from an average of 49 a year between 2015 and 2019 to 439 in 2023. In the year ending June 2024, the UK's net immigration was 728,000, a 20% decrease from 2023's peak of 906,000. Yet 439 Trinidadians cause a 'crisis'? This is political theatre staged for a frothing few with empire nostalgia and immigrant paranoia. But the Trinbagonian government cannot be let off the hook. For over a decade, gang violence triggered by smuggled guns from the US, the drug trade from South America and the influx of gang members from Venezuela has worsened under an impuissant minister of security and a government in paralysis. This new UK immigration policy for Trinidad and Tobago isn't policy, its punishment. It's the empire rearing its head again – this time in the guise of 'immigration control'. If the UK was truly concerned, it could have picked up the phone and spoken to the high commissioner to the UK or even the Prime Minister to find a proportionate solution – as fellow Commonwealth members. But what does the Commonwealth mean any more? A glorified nostalgia club presided over by a monarch few in the Caribbean have ever seen. The Commonwealth is a relic. An expensive, hollow monument to a colonial past Britain refuses to apologise for and the Caribbean refuses to walk away from. Common means subservience, and wealth flows only one way. For example, the judicial committee of the privy council remains the highest court for many Caribbean nations – a colonial backdoor that ensures British influence remains after the union jack has been lowered. Why does the Caribbean still genuflect before a throne that sees it as a holiday destination at best and an aid burden at worst? Why do African nations tolerate the condescension of aid when their stolen minerals fuel the west's riches? As Bob Marley demanded, we must 'emancipate ourselves from mental slavery'? The truth is: the west cannot function without us. It feeds off our resources, our oil and minerals, our intellect. Yet it treats us like pests at the door: unworthy of entry, let alone equality. Why are we still playing this rigged game? Why are we still begging for visas, pleading for asylum, when our presence build these nations in the first place? It's time we stopped asking for permission, withdrew our labour, our brilliance, ourselves – and left them to stew in their nostalgia, mistaking walls for strength and xenophobia for sovereignty. We'll build something better. Trump's sledgehammer approach to diplomacy has torched relationships with Canada, Panama, Greenland, South Africa and the broader African continent. The Caribbean is not spared, least of all that US favourite: Cuba. This time, he unleashed his bulldog secretary of state, Marco Rubio,on Cuba's quiet but powerful diplomatic engine: its doctors. For decades, Cuban medical professionals have travelled the world, from rural outposts in Africa to hurricane-ravaged villages in Haiti, treating the sick and delivering babies, with the soft diplomacy the US abandoned around the time it thought regime change was a sustainable foreign policy model. Cuban doctors have long symbolised international solidarity, emerging from a nation routinely vilified – because nothing terrifies Washington more than socialism in brown skin. But rather than acknowledge this medical diplomacy for what it is – a humanitarian gift – Rubio has instead accused Caribbean nations of exploiting these doctors, underpaying them and 'trafficking' them. The audacity is breathtaking. Rubio threatened to revoke US visas from government officials and their immediate family members in any Caribbean country that accepts Cuban medical workers. Because America now exports moral lectures it no longer even pretends to live by. But this time, the Caribbean didn't flinch. Leaders across the region responded with collective eye-rolling and a resounding: 'Come take your visa.' These are independent nations, not subsidiaries of the US. Caribbean leaders made it clear: Cuban doctors are paid on a par with local medical professionals, they are not coerced, and are free to leave at any time. They are crucial to the region's healthcare systems. Rubio's daring to speak on behalf of doctors who have done more good across the global south than the aid-slashing US state department has in decades, is an insult not just to the Caribbean but to common sense. What we are witnessing here is a petulance from a fading empire that has replaced its moral compass with paranoia, and outsourced its diplomacy to the whisperings of an erratic billionaire, delusional oligarchs and baby-faced thinktanks addicted to colonial cosplay America's diplomacy had died, been cremated and scattered over Mar-a-Lago. So while Washington plays imperial hardball with nations trying to provide healthcare to their citizens, the rest of us are left wondering, again, why we allow ourselves to be bullied by a country that cannot keep its own citizens out of medical bankruptcy. At some point, the Caribbean – and the wider global south – must draw a red line. Not just rhetorically, but structurally. We need new alliances, new trading currencies, new friends, new models of cooperation rooted not in colonial debt but mutual respect. Because it is increasingly clear that the US is not interested in partnerships – it wants puppets. Preferably black or brown-skinned, desperate and pliable.
