AK | For My Brother’s Plate | Official Song

Written by Ashok Kunreddy

Intro
We don’t need to fight for food, my friend,
We just need to share the plate again.

Verse 1
We don’t need to fight for food, my friend,
We just need to share the plate again.
Hands reach out, not clenched in fate,
There’s room for all if we choose to wait.

Chorus
For my brother’s plate, I’ll wait, I’ll wait,
Love tastes better, no room for hate.
For my brother’s plate, I’ll wait, I’ll wait,
Let peace be served, before it’s late.

Verse 2
I don’t eat pork, you don’t eat beef,
Let’s serve love and find relief.
Different tastes, one heartbeat,
Together we make this meal complete.

Chorus
For my brother’s plate, I’ll wait, I’ll wait,
Love tastes better, no room for hate.
For my brother’s plate, I’ll wait, I’ll wait,
Let peace be served, before it’s late.

Bridge
From north to south, from shore to plain,
Bharat beats in every vein.
Let’s sit together, side by side,
Respect and love, our greatest pride.

Final Chorus / Outro
For my brother’s plate, I’ll wait, I’ll wait,
For my brother’s plate, I’ll wait, I’ll wait.
Love tastes better, no room for hate,
For my brother’s plate — I’ll wait.

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Behind the Story of “For My Brother’s Plate”

Hello everyone…
This is A K.

Thank you for being here,
and thank you for taking a moment to listen.

Before this song begins,
I want to share where “For My Brother’s Plate” truly comes from.

This song wasn’t born from anger.
It wasn’t born from politics.
It was born from understanding.

I was born into a Hindu family — raised with love, prayers, and a deep respect for our traditions. Growing up, I learned that some foods were sacred to us, especially the cow, which we treat as a god, a mother, and a symbol of life and gratitude.

As I grew older, my world widened. I studied in schools and colleges where my friends came from all walks of life — Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Sikh, and others. We laughed together, studied together, shared dreams, and celebrated our differences.

Yet, when it came to food, I noticed a quiet divide.

As Hindus, we don’t eat beef. My Muslim and Christian friends, however, could. On the other hand, my Muslim friends didn’t eat pork, while my Hindu and Christian friends could.

That’s when I started to ask myself a simple question —
If my Muslim brother can’t eat pork, can’t I avoid it for him, just for one meal, so we can eat together without worry?
And in return, could my Christian or Muslim brother avoid beef, so we can share that same joy, without discomfort or doubt?

Because when we sit at one table with understanding, that’s where peace begins.

During my studies — I have an educational background in hotel management — I also learned about food from a professional perspective. I remember studying beef cuts and preparations, and it made me pause.

How is it that in our country, where the cow is sacred to so many, it can still be studied academically in textbooks, taught in colleges, and yet exported in large amounts?

So the question I raise is:
What kind of beef is that — cow, ox, or buffalo?

This confusion led me to think deeper. If we can be precise — if we can clearly identify what’s sacred and what’s not — maybe we can reduce misunderstanding and avoid unnecessary hate.

Because sometimes, division doesn’t come from faith.
It comes from unclear communication.

My intention is not to criticize or change anyone’s beliefs. My only hope is to remind us that respecting each other’s food choices is also a form of prayer — a way to honor both love and faith.

That’s how “For My Brother’s Plate” was born.

It’s not a protest.
It’s not a revolution.

It’s a song of understanding — a melody of patience, love, and togetherness. A reminder that in Bharat, we are one family — and peace can begin with something as simple as sharing a plate.

And now, I want to ask myself — and all my fellow Hindu Sanatanis — a humble question:

Are we making sense?

In Islam, it’s clear — beef is permitted, pork is not.
In Christianity, it’s clear — both pork and beef are permitted.
But in Hindu Sanatana Dharma, can we be crystal clear too?

When we say “we don’t eat beef,” what do we truly mean?
Is it cow?
Is it ox?
Is it buffalo?
Or all of them?

Let’s identify the sacred cow as cow, and please stop using scientific names to avoid clarity. A cow is sacred — “COW” is COW. It’s not the scientific term; it’s the living, sacred animal we honor. If we can’t enforce this globally, at least it should be protected here in Bharat, not generalized as “beef.”

To all hospitality management students — whether joining or ongoing — I request that you review this carefully, particularly your culinary classes. While globalization influences your curriculum, I urge you to rethink this approach. Policy makers, I request your oversight as well.

Let’s recognize the ox as ox, and the buffalo as buffalo.
Let’s use the right words — because clarity brings understanding, and understanding brings peace.

We may not be able to change the entire world.
But here in Bharat, can we start by being clear, respectful, and united — so that our next generation grows up without confusion, without hate, and with pride in peaceful coexistence?

Thank you… for listening.

If this story made you pause,
if it made you reflect — even for a moment —
then it has already done its work.

This was never about changing beliefs.
It was about respecting them.

Because sometimes, peace doesn’t need big speeches.
It just needs patience…
and a shared plate.

This is A K.

Listen now and swing along 🎧 For My Brother’s Plate 🎧

Stay respectful.
Stay aware.
And take care of each other. ❤️

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