The traditional 'poha' was pi**ed off. He puffed up his yellow chest to its full size and exploded—'I'm having a grain...sorry brain fade! How can I possibly be called Bangladeshi? That minister is crazy referring to us as immigrants? I have been on the breakfast table of millions of Indians for years. In fact, I am as much a common man's food in Maharashtra as the vada pao... my relatives are scattered all over the country. Now, I'm accused of belonging to another country! I fully protest."

A quick convention was called, comprising the five-member committee called NPR—National Poha & Rice—to understand this major issue that Poha was raising.