I was eating ven pongal today.
Same usual scene.
Soft pongal… ghee smell… cashews… and those black pepper balls sitting quietly in between.
And like most of us do… I pushed them aside.
Then suddenly a thought hit me.
We casually remove pepper from our plate… but there was a time when people crossed oceans, risked lives, and built empires just for this small black thing.
Pepper was not just a spice.
It was black gold.
In Europe, especially during the medieval period, pepper was so valuable that it was used as currency. People paid rent, taxes, even dowries using pepper. Food there was bland, and pepper was luxury.
India—especially the Malabar Coast—was the main source.
That’s where everything begins.
In 1498, didn’t come to India to “discover” anything.
He came for pepper.
A direct sea route meant cutting off middlemen and making massive profits. That one journey opened the floodgates.
First came the Portuguese.
Then the Dutch.
Then the French.
Then the British.
All of them came for trade.
Not war.
Not land.
Trade.
Spices. Pepper.
And slowly, trade became control.
Control became power.
Power became colonization.
The didn’t arrive as rulers. They arrived as traders.
But trade gave them entry. Entry gave them influence. Influence became rule.
For almost 200 years.
That’s the irony.
We think India was conquered by swords and guns.
But the first door was opened by spices.
By pepper.
And today…
In a plate of pongal…
We remove it.
Keep it aside.
Ignore it.
Not saying you should eat pepper from tomorrow.
But maybe…
Just maybe…
Next time you see those black balls in your food…
Pause for a second.
Because the world once revolved around what we now casually discard.