🧱 "Hello Dear, Myself Harappa" — A Memoir by Your Forgotten Indus Valley Ancestor


Hi beta,

This is your great-great-great-greatest grandmother Harappa speaking.
Not your mom’s mom — your civilization’s mom.

I was just peacefully buried under centuries of sand bricks and sewage-efficient drainage when I heard your secondary school history teacher say:

"Aryans killed off the town planners, so we forgot town planning."

Excuse me?
Did you just say we FORGOT town planning?

Honey, I had grid systems before your gated colonies had WhatsApp groups.

I had public baths, granaries, and houses with private toilets without caste, chaos, or credit cards.
And you think one group of chariot bros just rode in, stabbed my engineers, and everyone suddenly went:

“Oh no! What is drainage? What is plumbing? What is math?”

🐴 Aryans: The Original Gym Bros?

I hear they were strong and we were peaceful, so obviously they won.
How cute.

Let’s talk facts:
Yes, Indo-Aryan migrations happened. Over centuries. Slowly.
There was no single cinematic invasion. No Game of Thrones ending with one tribe dominating the subcontinent.
We didn’t go down because of biceps — we went down because of rivers drying, earthquakes, and climate shifts.

But of course, it’s easier to believe we just died of being “too soft.”

🪔 And about the caste system?

This part cracked my terracotta soul.
You really think someone came in and said:

“Hi, we’re new. Also, you're now lower caste. Here’s your assigned oppression.”
“Cool cool. Can I still use the bathhouse?”
“Nope. That’s upper-caste only now.”
“Aight.”

Yeah, no.

Caste wasn't a startup.
It wasn’t “enforced” like GST. It evolved over centuries — through economics, theology, social anxiety, power games, and yes, eventually religious sanction.
But don’t blame it on one set of migrating dudes with horse carts and rhyming hymns.

🧬 But... genetics?

Yes, genetics shows mixing and migration — not segregation and slaughter.
Your blood is full of Biryani and Bhajan, Sindhu and Sanskrit, Meghalith and Mehendi.
We weren’t replaced — we were woven.

🗣️ So next time someone says:

“Aryans destroyed the peaceful people and caste was created by conquerors…”

Ask them:

“Did caste really need chariots, or was it just humans being predictably hierarchical over time?”

Signed,

Harappa
🏛️ Once a city, always a mood.

P.S. Our drains still work better than your city’s during monsoon.

Aniket Kumthekar

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