No problemo.
Remember, this is home turf for me, both of them. Plassey (Polashi, from the Polash, the red silk-flower tree) being in my original home state, and we knew the bitter details from very early childhood, including Mir Madan's futile but gallant effort to fight on, with his handful of loyal supporters. Siraj, a bad man, had tried everything to keep Mir Jaafar happy on the eve of the battle; obviously the body language foretold the future, the battle, very clearly, even, according to one legend, putting his turban at Mir Jaafar's feet.
Srirangapattinam is a sacred spot for my in-laws; it is the site of Paschim Vahini, the westward flow, and we are obliged to visit it after a death in the family. Tipu is remembered as a major sponsor and protector of the temple over there; it gives the bhakt anger and hatred towards him a peculiar distorted edge.