We are progressing, at what cost?

Alert viewers might have noticed - the blog is a rendezvous of dumb, emotionless, high-nose people. There are reasons to affirm this: the online platform of Bishnupriya Manipuri is made of voiceless, blind, heartless readers!

And it includes the minuscule readers from Silchar, Guwahati, Tripura; hordes from Delhi, Mumbai, Kolkata and from the rest of India plus the foreign visitors from Bangladesh, US, Australia etcetera; wherever the blog is visited.

The Assam blasts that had rocked the state and the northeast part of India, in which allegedly two Bishnupriya Manipuri people died, it is an irony, very remorseful that the blog remained silent, unscathed, and ineffective of the tragedy, as nothing has happened. The blog drew only one comment from Habir Itao. 

The whole world irrespective of any castes, region etc., poured their reactions. But we remained oblivious to the death of our ‘own’ people. It is very sorry on the part of the blog that nobody at least in the form of comments leaved it with the trail of news. Though it is understandable that people usually averse to pass on bad news, concerned readers could have left it anonymously! Like Habir Itao has done. 

OK, nobody pass on the news to hundreds of readers. That’s fine. On November 2, when we all were celebrating the 138 Birth anniversary of Sri Sri Bhubeneshwar Sadhu Thakur, bereaved people gathered at Jantar Mantar, New Delhi to mourn for the dead in the bomb blasts. Again, there were Bishnupriya Manipuri people, known to me and to this blog, they didn’t share this! Why? God knows! Leave, participating at Jantar Mantar, the basic information was not shared to all of us. 

Bimal Sinha, the late Health and Urban Development Minister of Tripura, about whom I wrote last year is one more tragic case. In that article I requested readers to share his life and time, so that his supreme sacrifice remains an inspiration for many who don’t know him, so that it remains in the public view of the coming generation. My humble request fell on deaf ears. What was the purpose of writing about him, I didn’t know him or ever met with him. I know only one thing that his wife is from Baropua, opposite to mine village, that much. 

With these two incidents and many countless interactions, one thing is coming very clear that we don’t want to remember, pay a second to those who have fallen to the tragedies of life. We are progressing; yes we are progressing, leaving behind no footprints to others to follow. This is what: mere snobbishness, arrogance, and disrespect on our part to our fellow clan. 

I request, don’t call me, email me mentioning, “I wanted to help the Bishnupirya Manipuri society”. Read the blog, do your job well, and sleep. After all, din gayi, bat gayi. 

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