Fish Curry, father’s weapon.

IMG_1221A little child of a village in Tezpur. He studies in Class II, in one of his nearby schools. He must be 8-9 years old. I found him while I was travelling into the Village, when he was sitting in the roadside helping his father. His father was putting up the net to catch some fishes. Not only the boy and his father, but there were many more doing the same thing.

As it’s monsoon, the water level has rose up high resulting in their homes being submerged into the water of the mighty Brahmaputra. The place they were fishing was actually over the land they used to live.

The place they live in, is actually not the village but a place situated outskirt to it.

When I asked him, do he like helping his father? He said, that he can’t stay alone at home. Later I came to know that he lost his mother a couple of months ago. Ever since then, he would never leave his father alone. The smile he carried was so genuine and intense. He seemed to be so delightful and happy helping his father.

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The little kid, showed us how is fishing done, and took us for sight seeing some of the nearby places. And told us about the delicious food his father prepares, specially the “Mas’or jul” (A special fish item). All of a sudden we could easily realise how hard is the father working to help him grow up as a child providing the love on behalf of his mother as well.

The reason behind his mother’s death was even painful. The place they live in is actually a place where reality comes after superstition. “Daini” (witch) murder is certainly one of the biggest murder cases happening in Assam since long. It happens when people start believing that the woman has acquired traits of a witch and has to be killed.

In a world, where modern science has become so rapidly advance, and has dealt to solve to many sophisticated cases, Assam is another place where science is yet laying back to overcome the idea of superstition from people’s mind.

The concept of supertition generally happens in the backward regions. Why? We all must’ve valid and informative statements regarding it. The saddest part of our society today is, actions are taken in a lot advance no matter it is true or completely false.

In the race of life people certainly have lost the idea of Humanity. Being a student of Humanities today, it is my responsibility to spread such ideas amongst the people.

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This father & son duo has surely struggled a lot in life.

These murder cases are exceeding all the limits in India today. Let it be the witch murder, the death of Muslims for carrying Beef, domination of the Bullies, and etc. The only way to resolve these issue is to broaden our minds. That’s it. Let’s be practical rather than being confined into the four walls.

India is a place where Supertition comes right before reality. The gap between the two is vast and needs to decline. Recently in Sadiya, a meteorite fell from the sky, which was later worshipped by the people. Why? Why is that so anything rare that happens today are engaged with either Religion or Politics. Will try to highlight few such cases too. This was an abstract story. The people here aren’t the one who had suffered such cases. People in the photographs don’t relate with the story. It was just for elaboration.

As it rains, I fear death.

Experience with Rain recently has made some serious realisations for myself. Things I view today when it rains is really different than what is used to be. Won’t mention anything about the officials for the time being, but going to narrate you some of the things I’ve felt so far.

Date, 13th JUNE ’17.

My first day to college. I was really keen and anxious and felt like a grown up kid that day. Ofcourse, it was really hard for me to wake up at time but the excitement truly overcame everything at once. As soon as I got off my bed, I realised it was raining. Raining not at a great velocity, but I really hate to go somewhere in such situation.

Well, with my wet school bag and uniform I entered into campus for my first day in college. It was to be half holiday on that particular day. And to be honest, I really like the idea of Half Holidays. Also, that day I was given Rs. 50 by my Mom and was asked to come home myself because she really wanted me know about the links of the Tempos & Buses. Nevermind, I had backup plans for myself but it never worked.

As school got over, and it was continuously raining since morning, I assumed there should be water logging at places. And all of a sudden there was no route left for me to reach home. No route, no transportation, no communication and I felt I’M LOST SOMEWHERE. I really got frightened cause, I’ve never had such experience before.

My dad’s office is in Bamunimaidan, which was nearly 10kms away from my school. At that point of time I felt anything I get will be the most helpful thing ever. Auto rickshaws were charging Rs. 800, while Taxis where asking for Rs. 300 for places that usually cost Rs. 80-100. Even they were not at places closer to my pick up point.

My friend’s mother came to pick him up, but he already left with one of his friend. And so I was “rescued” by his mother for that particular moment. He stays in Pub-Sarania, which is close to Raj Garh which is another, “ROAD INTO RIVER” place of Guwahati. He helped me to get off to my father’s office, and by the time I reach there it was already 1:45pm. I was so happy for the half holiday, and was planning for some long naps after I reach home, but it was quarter to two when I reached my father’s office. I felt the relief, and I felt that I’m finally safe from those horrifying and devastating “ROADS CUM RIVERS”.

It was still raining, we were deciding which route to follow, but there wasn’t any single  way for us to reach home. We took the Chandmari route. There was traffic everyone. From the flyover, it seemed tiny car like boats are sailing through roads like rivers, well that’s the reality that no one can deny. On the way, I came to know about the two people who were electrocuted in the artificial flood. Well, that’s something shook me later.

It was 4:30pm, and we finally reached home. On road, we never felt like we would even make it before 6pm that day. I had severe head ache. I had my lunch very late and it was all messed up that day. Certainly a day I would never like to experience again.

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And today, all of a sudden I felt. Will I be able to come back home again, if I leave?

Now, this fear of getting struck in such conditions really frightened me bad. Today, 22nd June ’17, when It was raining outside, this was the very first thing I had in my mind.

Today, when it rains I opt to look my parents and feel, will I come back home. What If the this artificial “ACT OF GOD” carries me away? I remember, my father used to tell me about the people living in countries like Afghanistan, and those of the countries facing the terror of evilness, where when children left for their schools and if there was a bomb blast or any sort of attacks, the parents would sit and pray to God for safety of their kids. Is the same happening to people living in Guwahati today.

The situation people face today during artificial flood is seriously dangerous. Deaths of people due to poor management of electricity is definitely something that the state should look upon and like taking credits for organising programmes, they should too take the blame which will absolutely make them earn our respect and love.

Today, when Dulal Malakar, the person who passed away due to this devastating tremor, there was no Ministers, no MLAs to take a look upon him but later did help them providing some financial benefits, but when these situations take place, they were busy promoting government schemes on their social handles. Busy on promoting programme worth Crores. There was not a single reference to these incidents that are happening as days are passing by.

TODAY, WHEN IT RAINS

I FEAR DEATH.

I FEEL,

WILL IT WILL BE MY LAST DAY?

THE LAST TIME,

I SEE MY PARENTS.

THE LAST TIME,

I LEAVE MY HOME.

YES,

TODAY WHEN IT RAINS,

I FEAR DEATH.

THIS IS DEDICATED TO THE SCHOOL AUTHORITIES OF GUWAHATI, TO THE ESTEEMED MINISTERS, MLAS, MPS.

FROM THE WRITER,

In this situation where even buses fail to cross the “ROADS CUM RIVERS”, schools are declared open and then exams are being appointed not thinking about those living in areas where even a rickshaw can’t attempt to visit. Schools should strictly maintain this because, if a student dies will they take the risk? Majority comes, that doesn’t mean minority will suffer. It is not politics, if you can postpone exams for cultural functions, why not for these devastations? If you take the risk, we’re on. Otherwise, find a better option.

My Hero – Happy Father’s Day

Who is a real warrior?
From the day we are born, we find a hero in one our closest. The hero who we’ll find at any stages of our life.
From feeding us, and our entire family to running a place where work strikes so hard to them. They still don’t utter a sigh of disbelieve that might make us fall.
Managing two places always. The official work and then our house hold. I’ve never seen him ever mixing all together but very sincerely managing both his life together, without a simple disturbance to any of the other.
I’ve seen how my hero has stood up to face problems that very rarely people faces. There are many to criticise but a little to apologise. Because people speak what they want to, even if they people that’s not what is happening in reality.
From giving us everything we wanted, to never letting a tear to be drop on our cheeks, he tried and is always trying to keep us the happiest of all.
Happy Father’s Day dad. Just a little try to tell you how important you’re to me. No matter who says what, I give no damn to them, because everything you say are the reality and truth for me. You’re my hero. And very proudly I say, when I grow up, I want to be like you!

Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day, to my mother and all the mothers around the globe. Life in earth is all dependent on you all.

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“The beginning and ending of love rest in the arms of motherhood.
The chill of the arms of your mother on you is never described in words.
The inner joy you get, when you’ve your mother behind your back.
Very well said, “There’s a woman behind every successful man.”.

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They’re always proud, whenever you do something good.
Did they ever laid back to support you when you needed anyone?
Picking your on their arms even at work.
To earn little penny, to get you whatever you want.

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From the number of miss calls you got, every hour
to the one call you made asking her, “is everything fine, maa?”
LIFE HAPPENED.
From being carried to the bed to, carrying her to the bed,
LIFE HAPPENED.

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The TIGHT HUGS, sigh..
The little dust flew with a little force of your hands.
And so did, all the mistakes and setbacks from our lives.
The entrance to abode of peace,
Are the arms of a mother.

I urge you,
If someone questions you, “Have you witness God?”
Don’t panic, look around.
You’ll find your parents ahead.

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A sudden tremor then shook…
Melted down Mother Nature’s heart when she saw this.

The little child, who never had seen the love of a mother.
Those tough arms of the brother eventually carried him over.
No more stories he heard, like we used to do when we yelled in sorrow.
Quite maturely, he took care of his little brother.
Just to shower some love of their mother.
This is a life, that exists somewhere in Earth.
While we enjoy some deep fights with our parents,
They crave a little love to be showered upon them.

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Some love never fades away,
Specially when it’s about your parents.

To my mom,
Thanks for being the pillar of my life. This day is meant for all the hard times you’ve come across for all of us. From the reason of Dad’s success to my startups, you’re our very reason. When we had people turning to us, who stood ahead to fight against all the odds. You always knew about what’s wrong or what’s right. Thanks for showing me the right path. Thanks letting me understand the power of silence. Thanks for teaching me life.
From your son….
Aboyob

 

BEST FRIENDS, forever

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With the cool sea breeze, high running current of the mighty river, sat beside on the slippery stones, a mother and a daughter. Seemed like they had a busy day so far, sweat dripping down their dark, tanned skin. Labour’s day was meant to be an off to them from their daily work, but never was practically declared. The daughter was keen to join her mother for her work as she had no schools, no tuitions, nothing. But that didn’t meant that she has nothing to do at home. Always dreaming of things which her parents usually never ever dreamt of. A very enthusiast on knowing about things she never came through.  With the sun playing hide & seek with the clouds, it perhaps went down for a moment gave them a little peace on earth during the hot, sunny weather.

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As the cool air bloomed, mother unsealed her packet of a cheap cigarette, smoked as her daughter sat besides. Ragged clothes, surrounded with broken bottles, plastics and what not? Very knowingly did the daughter too enjoyed the time, looking at the pebbles being carried off by the high flowing water current, observing her mother enjoy the delightful feelings of her cheap cigarette, secretly in a deep thought of doing something better, because like always children think beyond what people imagine.

 

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As the sun was busy playing hide & seek in between the pretty clouds, the mother after resting a while decided to start her work, because these hot, humid days are really bad for it. Her enthusiast daughter was keen on helping her, with her “wanna know more” attitude, obviously it describes perfectly how interesting & hardworking was she.

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With her soft, little legs she walked through the pebbles & the big rocks, helping her mother, as she was enjoying the nature along side. She is definitely her mother’s best friend. Moving in from one place to another, only a sip of water she had, made her so energetic to even work harder. Well, ironically it wasn’t the food that gave her the energy to work, but her love towards her mother that helped her build her will and on that very day, when countryside people celebrated the “MAY DAY” as a holiday, in this part of the country, they discovered, a labour, the little girl who didn’t worked for the wages, but just to spend some extra time with her mother, and make her sweat lesser than what she actually did. 1st May, with the country sleeping and spending the holiday, the world discovered another pair of best friends. ❤ MOTHER ❤ DAUGHTER ❤

A mother’s best friend is always her daughter. No matter how much will she love her son, or no matter how much will the daughter claim herself to be closer to her father, the bond that a mother & her daughter shares cannot be described or expressed in words. It is defined well practically rather than in words. BEST FRIENDS, are family. They aren’t just being called for nothing. It should mean what it is meant for. 

Presenting a little story over labour day, which is a day to celebrate for us, but not for the labours for whom it is actually meant for.

Buttering- The X’factor

Being in India, we’re utmost familiar with the term “Buttering”. I would like to justify it as the ultimate “X-Factor”.

Usual scenarios, situations have made me realise the importance of Buttering.😂😂

Wait, before I begin anything, I would like to clarify that, Buttering is not a proper term but something which is sarcastically used to define these accidents.

Now, Buttering has led to several progessions in an individual’s life. Though which goes against the country’s development, but will they worry? Ofcourse not.

Let me begin with a story related to the most influential sector for a country’s growth and development, “EDUCATION”

Now, a little mistake to guide the students today can be a huge mistake tomorrow. With some social awareness, we’ve seen the endangered life of students in the rural areas due to the lack of proper teachers. This is a serious threat, which is not letting the country’s literacy rate grow!

The story of a little school, “Kurukshetra of Siksha”, (Battleground of Education), be the name of the story!

A school that began from a very little space, became one of the most recognized school of a country. Providing education to over 10,000 students, and most of them passing out with brillant results. With no complains it began it’s journey but soon started with controversies that weren’t even related to it’s education. The Principal who had a rush of blood in building his dream school, investing everything he has, for the bright future of his students.

Soon, after years, the education sector became more linked with social, culture and extra curricular activities. That’s actually good, which really help a student discover his/her ambition of becoming a great person of a particular field. 

When, these steps are brilliantly taken and ordered by some great personalities of a country for it’s development, the real thing that matters is it’s execution. This is do or die stage where if you slip, you die. And when you die, you almost kill many.

The Guru, The God, The Angel of a students or a child’s life is their parents. Ofcourse, but the one who comes next, are their teachers. We’re all quite familiar with news related to the education in rural sectors where uneducated and illiterate teachers are hired which have created a serious threat to the country’s literacy growth as well as the bright future of a child.

India, has become a land of reservation, not deservation, this is said by many. But does that really portraits us the truth? 

No, I believe, with some corrupt and selfish people, India has become a land where BUTTERING, (Muska marna) creates several slots for people to work. 

The story of the school, continues…..

The school authority hired several new teachers, who started from the Junior classes, where they were just part timers. And some were the best teachers of higher classes. Loved and respected by each and every student of the school.

But, the shocking thing is when such junior teachers step up suddenly at positions, which aren’t even things to imagine.

What else but buttering? They will always be found in the office of the head of the school, compliments, and sweet words flowing continuously and what else?

These are not something that are found only in the schools but something that happens in several offices, let it be private or government.

Usually, Government offices involve monetary cases, leads to corruption that is another significant threat for a country’s progression. The term “Buttering” has the same affect as corruption, just it seems clean and clear and aren’t questioned everytime.

I’m deeply sad and worried about the future of these sectors.  About the future of my friends, because these are real life cases, which I’ve always witnessed. I’ve seen how, deserving people are made to stand, and how people buttering and influencing the heads by any means to earn jobs and opportunities. Just see, how can one control every departments? Let it be in an office or a school. I’m keeping myself upto these two sectors only because I’ve heard some serious cases that are way more nuisance. I feel for the ones who work so hard, and everytime they’re surpressed by the “Corrupted” or the “Experts on Buttering”. Don’t worry, BELIEVE IN KARMA! GOD PAYS EVERYONE. AND THESE PEOPLE DON’T HOLD WITH THE WORD “FOREVER”.

I hope to see an India free of such influential actions that seriously affect very badly to the country’s progression.  To build a better country, we must stand with what we’ve, with what we’re capable of, not by snatching the positions of the deserving one, by money or any other sort of such actions, especially in the education sector. Don’t mix politics into it. Children are still young to understand, don’t play with it. And RESPECT, is something to be earned, not something that is asked for. A CHANGE IN THE EDUCATIONAL SECTOR, AND IN THEIR POWER ALONG THEIR USAGE IS SERIOUSLY NECESSARY.

Photography- my perception

Photography has been a great asset to my life. It’s a real thing to live in. Remembering the first day I was gifted a DSLR, eventually it wasn’t a gift though, later I was able to conquer it and make it mine. 😆

Whatsoever, I have the same excitement doing photography like I had the very first time when I held the camera and started capturing life. I always believe, photographs are not just pictures but they’re life captured in frames.

What’s photography? It varies from people to people. For me, photography is your perception. You don’t set yourself under rules, and criterias, a photograph shows the ability of you viewing an object at your perception. The best part is, a photograph always enlightens your idea, your thoughts regarding an object. And the way you influence a person to understand your photographs, is what makes you great!

The best part of photography is the way it can make people smile. The joy of capturing the smile of the little ones is immense. That’s the best genre of photography, according to me. 

Becoming a photographer is a tough job, and I’m still in the process of becoming so. Learning new techniques and skills everyday, trying to improve every little mistakes, but this doesn’t mean you’ve to be perfect, it’s just that your perception over an object should be clear enough to make people feel that too.

Life has really become better after photography became a part of mine. I believe, “Let the captions speak less, and the photos speak more.” It’s always a great feeling when people understand my pictures without any of my explanations. This should be the first and the most significant zest of a photographer’s life.

In the last 3 years, I’ve clicked several pictures, some being really good and some that stands upto the mark, but will always move ahead with the appreciations and motivations people give me, that helps me become better with each passing day. I’m glad that, I and my team, were able to shoot a half an hour documentary over the rich history of my school, Gurukul Grammar School, situated in Geetanagar, Guwahati. I really thank my principal, Dr. BK Bhuyan for helping me meet with every requirements. But the only thing I regret is the aftermath of it, the lack of attention of some of the teachers, but that doesn’t really matters. 

Soon, in the coming month of May, most probably, I along with my childhood friend Kunal, we’re all set to release our first short film, my second videography, perhaps the first that would be portrait in the public. I hope, the way people appreciated my work in the last years, they’ll continue in the coming days too

Cheers. This was my perception, and the love for photography I created for myself.

“GO Beg near the temples!”

Ironical and contrasting heading, isn’t? More contrasting and ironical it’ll be when you’ll read what comes next.

The story of a family. :))

We all come across several problems in our life. Tragedy, horrific, life, death, crisis and whatsoever. And to be honest, that’s what life is made up of. I’m to narrate a story of what I’ve recently discovered. Here it goes,

One fine afternoon, it was 3pm almost. The windows of my room were opened, wanted some bright light to enter my room and to feel the mix cool and warm breeze after having a heavy lunch after days. Sat with my physics book, reading about vision. It states that vision is when light helps you see anything around you. And then memorising all those questions from the reference and went on with it. Being a social networking manic, along side was I surfing twitter. Reading all the horse trading of MLAs, destroying democracy. And then it stroke my mind that, “VISION” can it be a person’s perception? If so, how can a MLA for money change their party? Such “Bikao”? Moving on, that’s not the point I’m about to narrate today.

As I was peeping down the window, I saw a rare scenario. It was  something that just pulled me off. I saw some ladies, mix aged, old and in the 40s, with their children, collecting woodlogs, and branches to burn fire may be. They were really very poor. The most intense thing I saw, was the little boy carrying a heavy load over his back. The load consists of nothing but two pillows, and a mastress may be. That was the time I stared them intensely. Because it indicated that they might just not have a land to live in.

They were carrying and putting the dry branches collectively in a place. Their daughter and son may be, also giving their helping hands too brought the log of branches. As to when another lady, of a higher standard may be, came across and gave a loud shouting. “OI KI KORISO TOHOTI EIBUR?“, meaning, “WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING HERE” in a very unpleasant manner. They got a sudden call so got surprised and the little boy infact tripped down on the land as to the it was not a desirable one, they were broken glasses, bottles, disposal packets and all sort of garbades. The lady then, in a very supreme manner said she would file a CASE against them and approached higher authority. I felt for a moment it might be their land but the thing wasn’t something that I was thinking it to be. They were forced to leave the place without anything. They had to return empty handed. The lady used such harsh words, that can easily hurt anyone’s sentiments. What was there to showcase such words? Will they understand what higher authority means?

They belonged to the Muslim community, thus she referred them to go and beg in temples. But then corrected herself as, “you all are muslim, and you should not even deserve to beg; and that too in temples, go to your Mazid” The little boy, and the little older girl feared in terror and were whipping their eyes. I felt so bad.

They left without uttering a single word. Sad faces and a feeling such of searching for something to survive might have struck them ofcourse.

But the saddest part and the part to focus is, when they left. The lady laughed so hard and said, “I was so frustrated today. I finally took all my anger out. It was so peaceful. And those Bangladeshis, why do they to come here, when they could beg.” And this was something that I found so ironical.

These people deserves a good lesson to be learnt someday. I hope that happens soon. 

This conceptualisation of a person must change. Why to suppress someone who isn’t even disturbing you in your part and someone who isn’t at your level. Moreover, she too brought the issue of caste and religion. You got no right to do that. Call it Secular, mean it Secular.

The Indian Feelings.

This is how our Indian feels today. Hung in a dusty, lonely and forest land. Not a desired form of expressing.

How India gain the feelings of Nationalism? As per preparing for my HSLC, the reports that my book tells, Nationalism feeling started growing when Indians understood their oppresion under the Colonial Government. This Anti-Colonial feelings led to the start-up for Indians’ nationalism feelings to emerge.

India became Independent. Became Republic. Claimed as a Democratic country, with becomibg a secular country too. Political Parties further changed in the Central from 1989 onwards. With a most effective form of coalition government where from Minorities & Majorities together made the country’s democracy.

With 10 years of Historical Reign by Dr. Manmohan Singh and co, came to power was a full majoritarial Government under the likes of current Prime Minister of India, Shri Narendra Modi destroying rest of the opposition. Almost creating history after Indira Gandhi’s government back then. Clean sweeping many states, bring BJP into the spotlight also sweeping Assam’s historical 15 years reign by Shri Tarun Gogoi government.  Ofcouse, Modi’s promises, agendas and programmes made the public decide this so intense and significant decision.

People in numbers supported the Demonetisation step that was meant to curb black money holders but later which turned out to be a result for the country going cashless. Definitely, politics aren’t real with words.

A brief summary about my nationalism feelings. We’ve a constitution, assuring us proper rights. Equality, dignity, freedom. 

The Class 10 civics book states, a Democratic country : Provides Equality, Allows room for correction, maintain the dignity of every individual, freedom of speech. 

I’m not trying to be intellectual providing notes from websites and reports but trying to keep it with the basics.

After 2014, there were seriously some issues that clearly devastated the country’s dignity.

Gurmehar Kaur, a name all must today know about. She’s claimed to be an Anti-Nationalist. Do you know why?

This is what she wrote. Please read it again.

The actual interpretation of her protest was, as follows.

She was a 6 years old child, when she tried to stan a lady in Burkha. She told, her father who died fighting an Indo-Pak war, THE KARGIL WAR, didn’t die for Pakistan, he died for the WAR. CAN ANYONE EXPLAIN WHERE SHE WENT ANTI-NATIONAL? Continuing, her mother made her understand its not Muslims that killed her father, it’s the war that did. Just because she held the card claming Pakistan not killing but war did, made her an anti-nationalist today?

If so, what’s wrong when Modi paid a surprise visit to Nawaz Sharif had Biriyani, and then after months had the Pathankot incident?

Virendra Sehway, Randeep Hooda, Phogat Sisters criticised her reading just one play card, did they read the rest? No, surely they didn’t. 

Can anyone carry the guts to seek attention with the name of a death father? What will she do?

Adding on, self-proclaimed bhakts making it political claimed Congress & Aam Aadmi Party forged and poisoned her to do so. But, I’m glad BJP’s ex-cabinet and senior leader, famous actor, Shatrughan Sinha supported her. Will now the BJP-ABVP too call him anti-nationalist?

Under quoted lines, “ABVP claimed to rape her opening on social media, and many other abused her.” Also, this will lead you an example.

 

Abusers abused her with such a criminal wordings, no Phogat sisters, Sehwag or Hooda stood by that? Have some dignity for the girl before anything. She’s being threatened for rape no reactions were observed then.

2014, and Modi Government’s many promises might succeed, or might go for vain but yes, it did divided India into two groups, “Self-proclaimed” Nationalists & Anti-Nationalist.

Hear completely was she’s trying to say. Don’t misinterpret it in sake for a Cong/AAP vs BJP fight. When a country’s constitution allows room for freedom of speech, let them speak. And if you don’t, please throw some junks like KRK out of the country, who abuses people with undesired words openly. We’ll salute and call you a nationalist. Punish the rapist as soon as possible, don’t let them roam freely. We’ll call you a nationalist then. Show your patriotism with your actions and stands at the correct place judging the entire scenario. Comments like, “I didn’t make triple century, my bad did” shows your personification. Make India democratic again!

What should music be in our lives?

Music has the power to heal wounds, to beautify your truly loved life, to make you feel at the top of the sky, to make explore a world in each word our literature comprises. It helps you explore with a sentence that can explain a lifelong story. In short that’s Power of Music.

But what happens when beauty soul inherit some “bacteria” or “fungi” kind of stuffs, that literally spreads and can destroy the entire being?

Assam, a state of multi-culture, as preparing for my HSLC, in my Assamese text book discovered our colourful and variety of cultures in Assam. Music is also something that varies over places, but the metaphors remain same.

Music started up. It reached to each and every corner of the world, though the earth is circular. 🙂 

A simple sentence, and you add up Music. What’s the result. It’s extreme sweetness and soulful theme that can take you a new world. A world that enables you to discover another world in yourself.

The beauty of Music is inherited. You all have the ability of relating yourself to Music, some or how. You write music, you perform music, you understand music, you compose music, you hear music, and then you become magic.

Assam, being a land of India’s, and for sure the world’s greatest Musical Maestro Late Dr. Bhupen Hazarika, one who could write, compose, arrange, sing and perform all by himself. 

Assam is praised for its beauty in Music for such Maestros. Producing new talents every now and then, we got some living legends like Zubeen Garg, J.P Das, Dipen Boruah, people I truly admire. Whereas moving apart from the simple instrumental arrangements, we’ve got Angarag Papon Mahanta taking Assamese Music Industry into a whole new level, when Assamese Music can be produce through electronic sounds. A great update isn’t it?

What then when you get some super idiotic songs where every sentence instead of metaphors comprises of “Fokotiami” or you say, a song when produced by a loon, who knows nothing about music, will sound like.

I was willing to update some statements about a guy, but I’m not willing to put up his pictures and videos to litter my hard worked blogs.

Rahul Deka, a boy that eventually littering this classic and talented Assamese Industry. Producing songs that couldn’t be heard, where lyrics has no eventual meanings but comprising of 3rd Graded languages, when each line has double meanings, which can actually be replaced with slangs.

There video’s get, a 30k+ views in a day. Not just, “Heri Heri”, but it’s sad to see “Superman becoming a Handyman”, whereas, “Washing Power Nirma” is not a washing detergent but a song. In a place like, Assam where words comprised of such beautiful soulful meanings, songs today by “Nobo Projonmo”, (new generation) comprises of stupid topics that make no sense.

What’s a Rap song? It’s got such beautiful meanings in every sentence structure, but our teenagers first believe is Swag! Man, swag for kids, really men are classic. Your words even are worse than slangs we use daily. (I’m being casual cause, I’m really hurt to see such a disgrace to our Music Industry.)

I, myself, am engaged to the Musicians world, as I started learning to play guitar, and inspired by my father learnt to write and compose songs. I wrote three songs so far, but could release just two of them, as it’s not that easy to produce a finer song for this industry. But these culprits like Rahul Deka are seriously disgracing our industry.

They say, it’s for gaining popularity with such songs within a day, where they would stand in controversy and gain Bihu functions, earn bundles of money, buy cars and houses. Who are responsible for these? Them? No, I totally don’t believe so.

For such disgrace to our industry, I blame myself, I blame the entire public. People now claiming to opt a censored board to approve a music to be released. No, we don’t need a censorship to stop these humiliating acts. We need courage, we need self-believe, we just need unity. 

Why do we people watch such videos, can’t we simply boycott? Can’t we simply take legal steps against such criminals? C’mon public, let’s not litter our beloved industry that Maestros have made famous all over the world.

Stand united against unjust, stand united against improper work people does today. Crimes are less, criminals are more. Decrease crime, you decrease criminals. Like we took steps protecting One-Horned Rhinos, it’s high to to take steps protecting our industry. Don’t let it go vain. It’s precious, for us, for our future. Don’t sit and follow laws, make laws and punish the disgrace to our society.