Khunti (खूंटी) is the headquarter of Khunti district in the Indian state of Jharkhand. It is in South Chotanagpur division and one of the twenty-four districts the Indian state of Jharkhand. The district of Khunti was carved out of Ranchi district on 12 September 2007. It is historically known as the centre of activity of the Birsa movement. As of 2011, it is the second least populous district of Jharkhand (out of 24), after Lohardaga. The district is currently a part of the Red Corridor.
According to a local legend it is told that at old time Munda people tradition, King of Chhotangapur Maharaja Madra Munda's son Setea had eight sons. Of these eight greatgrandsons of Madra Munda, the eldest went southwards of Ranchi. He established a Khuntkatti village which he named Khunti.
When Mundas first went to Khunti and its neighborhood, they found that part of the country in the occupation of the Asuras and the Tirkis. When the Mundas with their stalwart physique appeared in the country, the Asuras and Tirkis got terribly frightened.It is asserted that Munda women of those times used to wear glittering jewelery weighing as much as ten seers each and the men could carry weights as much as many maunds. The Mundas to this day recite a couplet which describes how the Tirkis fled in trops when they saw the Mundas approach with their many ornaments sparkling in the sun. The Asuras went westwards to Basia Pargana and Nagra.
Khunti (Vidhan Sabha constituency) is an assembly constituency in the Indian state of Jharkhand.
Khunti Lok Sabha constituency is one of the fourteen Lok Sabha (parliamentary) constituencies in Jharkhand state in Eastern India. This constituency is reserved for the candidates belonging to the Scheduled tribes. This constituency covers the entire Khunti and Simdega district and parts of Ranchi and Seraikela Kharsawan districts.
Khunti Lok Sabha constituency comprises the following six Vidhan Sabha (legislative assembly) segments:
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