Saturday, July 19, 2008
d other evening i was enetertaining a guest...a niece of my neighbour......d girl's my age..n i'd thought initially dt it'll be fun spending sometime together....since we shared the same major in our grads--english language and literature....especially sinc i hurt my knee i hv been feeling somewhat lonely --having to sit or lie on my bed..since d doc advisd me bedrest.....bt things were not meant to be so...or so it seemed ....to me..when she said that she addressed her bordeuta (father's elder brother) as dada and his wife--mind you...she didnt know what her bordeuta's wife ws to be addressd as--coz she addressed her (bordeuta's wife is borma) as bou!!!can you imagine it??of course she was unapologetic........and reasoned that since she had been far away from her relatives for almost 10 years--le'mme add, the far away place is North Cachar--in some garden where her father was the manager......so she forgot how to address her relatives..........i felt pity for the poor gal..seriously ..bt was miffed at her parents--coz distance is not a measure of miles or kilometres or even light years....distance is a state of mind...i might stay with my husband under the same roof but if we don't share any rapport--then its the same as living at two corners of the globe.....we forget our roots very easily..we indians are wont to--but probably we asomiyas are susceptible to the charms of other cultures--we are swayed by the slightest gust of wind....and we break down like a palace of cards....or...like the middle order of our Indian cricket team.But whatever it might be--ds pretty guest of mine reminded me of how fast we are sliding towards our own end--for if things go this way,we are bound to be at the very edge of the precipice of death of the socio-cultural life of a vibrant community--the Asomiya community
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Stuti Goswami , [6th December, 2006
Cotton College, 'The Assam Tribune']
Mr. Paresh Baruah & Co. say they want to attain independence from India . But judging by the actions of the outfit the attitude of its spokespersons --who are not few in number and who roam about the world in the guise of respectable Indian citizens ---all this high talk seems to be sadly dubious.
Having befriended some of deadliest forces in the world in the present time , we feel that probably what the ULFA means by 'independence' from India is servitude - annexation of Asom by Bangladesh . How one could be so foolhardy is difficult to fathom, for lesser mortals like us.
But , Mr. Baruah, why do you not think of all those Asomiyas residing in Asom---your own brothers and sisters who are bearing the brunt of such fatal acts as you have chosen to indulge in ?Have you ever thought about the kith and kin of other members of your outfit ?
We understand you cannot bring yourself to sympathize with the whole Asomiya population affected by the menace of terrorism ! But think at least of your mother ,and the near and dear ones here. When you order your comrades to shed blood on this land, does not it occur to you even at once that the men and women killed are also fathers and mothers --of humble sons and daughters ? That the children killed are sons and daughters of humble souls ?
Yes , these words that we are forced to pen , may not reach you at all-- unless of course your spokespersons point them out to you. And local dailies as The Sentinel are not circulated outside the nation where you reside ! Yet there is a hope called internet which you have access to.
So with the hope that your conscience might awaken one fine day , we continue passing our lives amid fear mingled with the hope and coloured with the vision that one day you , who had led a band of talented youths into the world of violence , would yourself lead those very youths back to the mainstream , there by ushering peace in this strife torn land of ours. May God bless us all!
Stuti Goswami, [11th November 2006
Cotton College 'The Sentinel']
The recent decision of the central government to suspend Army operations against the ULFA in Asom is a welcome decision . This was long overdue ; but then , it is better late than never. This announcement actually comes as a whiff of fresh air into a region wearied out by excesses of bloodshed and other vices as corruption . Once again , this region ,as the Prime Minister said in his Indepen-dence Day speech, is beginning to weave new dreams of a better and brighter tomorrow with the prospects of an end to the 27 years old insurgency saga of Asom.
But then , dreams are only dreams. There is always a big gap between a dream and realizing the same . We say so because no one can guarantee as to how far this decision (of calling of the army operation) will be effective in actually bringing an end to insurgency in Asom.
It is now an open secret that the ULFA head honchos lead lavish lifestyles under assumed names , and following this they have become mere puppets in the hands of certain anti -Indian forces backed both by Bangladesh and of course, the Pakistani ISI.
Having gone does far into the trap of these anti -Indian forces, how realistic is our that the ULFA would finally succeeded in pulling itself out of this rut ? Do not Mr. Paresh Baruah & Co stand the peril harm to themselves by incurring the wrath of the violent forces that actually relish in such anti -Indian activities(as carried on by groups like ULFA too!), and that want no good whatsoever to happen to our dear country ? This is a million -dollar question ----one that only time will tell.
As of now , we can do nothing but wait , watch and , of course, hope for the best---- after all, it is hope that has carried us all along these two-and-a-half decades of turbulence and bloodshed in our state.
Mr. paresh Baruah , are you listening ? Or is your conscience dead already ? It is time you answered.
Stuti Goswami, [25th August 2006
Cotton College 'The Sentinel']
that intend to contribute their share towards making Assam apart of
Bangladesh. However , Mr. Tarun Gogai seems to have taken a bold stand
in regards to the AUDF. With the passage of time , will his stand dilute?
One can not so easily forget the Congress stand on the IM(DT) Act which
enabled countless Bangladeshis to settle in Asom .Our secular politicians
have always utilized Bangladeshis as vote banks, thereby endangering the
future of our own land. The pace at which the infiltrators are filling up
our towns and cities , one wonders what would be the fate of Asom in the
next few years. Or , can we remain Asomiyas when we exercise our
franchise in the next Assembly election ? It is time to ponder…!
Stuti Goswami. [21st May 2006
Cotton College The Sentinel]
Moreover, we hope and pray that these dark days would be over, and thus would begin new era filled with peace. We also take this opportunity to offer our condolences to the bereaved family of Purnam. May his soul rest in peace.
Don Bosco High School [ Pub.8/5/2001 , 'The Sentinel']
Baghchung, Jorhat, Asom
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Yet, scars do heal… And they will do so even in the most adverse of situations... What we are going through today is just one minute of darkness.
let us not forget, that
“One minute of darkness will not make us blind…” (Pablo Neruda)
[published as a letters to the editor in Assam Tribune]
Power equation thus rules the complex web of human relationships. Arundhati Roy, in The God of Small Things, illustrates powerfully how the complex power equations rule societal structure. Patriarchy, casteism, the Church (that represents religion), the police (which represents, in this novel the state) and politics (in the novel, again it is presented as Marxism) are all agents of repression—powerful agents that seek to contain the 'powerless’—often forging alliances for their personal aggrandizement… patriarchy is a show of power of gender upon gender while the casteist equation has caste as constituent element. This however is just one facet of the bigger picture…Eons ago, in his Oedipus Rex, Homer had presented the triumvirate of Oedipus(the son),Jocasta(Oedipus’ mother whom he unknowingly married later) and Laius(Oedipus’ father)-- which, much later formed the basis for Sigmund Freud’s concept of Oedipus Complex; in the demand for attention of the mother between the husband and the son, the power equation is precariously poised…
In the animal world, whether in the predator-prey equation (inter-specific) or in the competition among members of the same species for the basic requirements like food and mating partners(inter-specific)—the power equation throws up many a possibility of interpretation.
This power equation is however never balanced...it is reversible and constantly changing. This is influenced by various factors. While man’s superior technological advances enable him to harness nature in the direction of his self-interests, a moment comes when Nature asserts her supremacy in turn—and this is through natural calamities. The power equation reverts in the opposite direction in such circumstances. In the human world, at least in the Indian context, politics is a beautiful example of this shifting nature of power equations…pre-poll/post-poll/poll-time alliances and loyalties are as unstable as a volatile chemical reaction. In the global political firmament as well, each move (intra-national or inter-national) is a reflection of clever understanding of this power equation—where politics becomes the source of power and power the bone of contention of politics.
In a way, thus, the power equation is at the core of existence in this existential world.
It is with profound hope, immense pleasure as also with much
expectations that we are bringing forth the third edition of 'VOICES’, a unique literary magazine of the student, and by the students of the Department of English, Cotton College.
The times are bleak, no doubt. Yet, to say that there is no silver lining beyond the dark clouds that overcast the sky would be an exaggeration to say the least. The enthusiastic response that we received while bringing out this magazine in the form of many contributions: poems, stories, write-ups et al prove beyond doubt the fact that there is no dearth of talent and brilliance in this part of the world. The need of the hour is to provide such platforms wherein such talents can flourish; and at the same time can hone their skills before taking the plunge into the turbulence of the world that lies beyond the confines of the college campus .It is our sincere endeavour to make VOICES such a one, so that these talents can blossom into pretty flowers, adorning the beautiful garden of life. Also we believe that by bringing together these sparks of hope that glimmer occasionally out of all-encompassing pall of darkness we can set afire that ‘iskra’—the grand bonfire that will devour in its flames all the vices that make the present times morose: all the while shedding light for us to take a few steps at least towards that ultimate goal of a better and brighter tomorrow which, is but a speck in the horizon.
Diverse topics have been incorporated into this magazine which reflect the major concerns of the generation it represents. By making it trilingual we wish to assert our commitment to our roots—our tradition—our language.
All said and done, I feel we have every reason to hope, nay, believe that out of the cacophony of modern existence will emanate voices that will blend to create a symphony in heralding a new dawn—a morrow hued with all the colours of the rainbow.
Our VOICES is all about this and much more. Testimonial to the dreams, hopes and aspirations and toil of a bunch of college chums—for whom under the blessed guidance of a wonderful faculty and able seniors---this has been an enriching and enlightening experience —an experience of a lifetime
[this was d editorial for the third edition of VOICES d annual mag of Dept. of English, Cotton College. ]
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
But heaven has no place for tears. Heaven--paradise--swarg--god's country...and what not.
But where does that holy land reside. Isn't it in us?
Like the billions and zillions of sunspots that together make up sun's incessant beam of light, so also the trillions and zillions of li'l specks of souls within each tiny particle of life--that makes up the over-soul. The Universal set comprising all the small and big sets--including the null . The Universe--in its cosmic-metaphysic manifestation--is like a Venn diagram . You can simply denote it--draw it-figure things out. But cannot grasp it with your both hands. Yet--with the innumerable tentacles of your mind, you can reach out to the farthest corner of the Universe and bring it within your control. You can "squeeze the universe into a li'l ball and...even play with it"
Then, if that be universe, what is Heaven?the uppermost orb in man's universe--the universe that scientists call brain.the universe the mystic will call mind....the twenty-thousand lotus petals over ones head--that ultimate point when one has awakened ones kundalini...........and what not.
Reader--These are reflections of a meandering mind....an association of thoughts...a stream of consciousness...mixed distillation of a flux!!
confused are you??or confused m i?well once again its all up to you --the Ball is in your court.
For reader--in writing these penultimate words of this spontaneous outpourings of a meandering mind.... the author is DEAD already!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Eons ago, Vasudev had stealthily taken the newborn Lord Krishna trudging across flooded river from the prison room to Gokul. But then--think wat would Vasudev done had he lived in todays times??how wud he have crossed flooded rivers with baby Krishna over his head?The dirt, grime and slush probably have instigated Lord Krishna to incarnate himself on earth directly onto Gokul for fear of encountering the stink and stench--and of course the germs--of a flooded land.