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“Although the King has a south Indiansounding Sanskrit name, his grandfather, the chief credited with founding the dynasty, is clearly indigenous Javanese: he is called Kadungga, implying that the same family dynasty continued to rule while changing their names and court language. The transformation, in other words, came not with the sword or conquest but peacefully, possibly with intermarriage, as local chieftains took on the Brahmins’ new religion and, with it, new Hindu names, titles and rituals. The adoption of Indian practices, in other words, came voluntarily over generations, with conversion and influence, and not by conquest and military subjection, as earlier Indian historians once believed.”

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Book:The Golden Road: How Ancient India Transformed the World
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William Dalrymple
William Dalrymple

William Dalrymple, born on March 20, 1965, is a renowned historian specializing in the history and culture of the Indian subcontinent, particularly the Mughal Empire of the 17th and 18th centuries. His works are known for their in-depth historical research and engaging narrative style. more

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