The best Chicken Biriyani I ever had was in Singapore where I lived for a couple of years 1973-75 is a backwater area on the western end of the Island. There was an old Tamil who always wore a doti, with a stall in a makeshift food court, who made up a huge pot of biriyani every morning. It was amazing...and one secret was saffron in the rice. I ate Biriyani all over the world trying to find that taste - India, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Kenya, London....nothing tasted like that little food stall by the side of the street. - no doubt Singapore has banned such stalls these days.

Baluch are not Brahui, Brahui are Baluch