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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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  1. Niloijo jaathaan hai Rishi Girok.Bullshit.Etarelo nyaam kheltam na maangkori. Eta te niburabanda jaat haan.
    Kitar Bimal Singh? Tate kungo baro?
    Hah, Tripurar go oiya nang korto? Mor bapokorangto Bimolor naang haan nyaam oito?
    Eta te mayangor tole thaana fyatpeitarogo na. Ejaat ehaan. Tor blog haan visit kortai kintu nau lektai. Lekle te tor laab oitoi nai! Tore manue nyaam chintai! Naile tanu araak blog ahaan nikaltai.
    Jesade Patharkandit, agoi electione laamle arouke ekshogo laamtara uhaan.
    Merudondo nei jaat haan.
    Kungo Bimal? Kungo Jagat Muhon? Kungo Khirode? Kungo Shuronath? Kungo Amar? Kungo Manoranjan? Kungo Sudeshna? Kungo Jugendro? Kungo Tanu babu? Kungo?
    Mi haabi. Mi Haabi. Mi Haabi.
    Mi nijorang dangor oitou. Kintu manurta lehe lehe thaitou

    Etaare baseiya nathai....


  2. The day of bomb blast at aoround lady came running at the venue of sadhu Baba`s janma utsav at Pune and told us that there was bomb blast at Guwahati.Immediately I tried to contact;but the mobile services were suspended at that time.Only on next day I could contact a Guwahati regional committee member of Mahasabha,who could give some details.I requested him to visit the hospitals and find out the casualties.Then I contacted Mr.Swapan Sinha,the reporter of yugasankha, Silchar to know the correctness of the figures of dead and injured.He reported,two ladies lost their lives,one lady from Bhagatpur,who was related to him and other lady from Katakhal
    (Baromuni),who was at the time of blast, waiting on the foot path for her son to come out of the telephone booth.Mother died,son espaped.Another four ladies severly wounded and fighting for their lives.Hearing this I again ran up to Vice President,Mahasabha,
    Mr. Pulin Behari Sinha to visit the bereaved family immediately.
    The next day,I had called up Delhi and Kolkata Utsav Committes to obsreve 1 mnt.silence on 2nd November for the departed souls and prayer for speedy recovery of injured and raise some fund to help them.In Mumbai we observed 1mnt silence on the same day for the blast victims and decided to help the injured.Once money arranged from Delhi,Mumbai, Pune and Kolkata,I would be going to Guwahati to hand over the collected amount to either Sahitya Sabha or Mahasabha who is looking after the injures.Otherwise I shall meet the families and hand over directly.
    we should not loose heart,we few can make wonders,if unity is with us.


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