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Decoding the Eastern Sunrise- The Modi Phenomenon

Why do we fall in love? I would posit that we do not fall in love because the object of our love is captivating, Charming and exceptionally brilliant. We fall in love because we are ready to fall in love. The theory is quite unromantic but I have a feeling that it is quiet true. It is represented in another as a drier postulate, the age-old saying- Nothing can stop an idea whose time has come.  The protagonist is no longer important. The actors of the play become incidental once the time is ripe, the idea they represent becomes critical. That is what has happened to Narendra Modi in the North-East.  Narendra Modi is not a person any longer. Narendra Modi is now a thought, an idea and an ideology. Every election of Narendra Modi is now an existential struggle for civilizational continuity of India. With his foolhardy approach to the national polity, where Rahul Ghandy keeps shifting from Topidhari to Janeudhari to Chogadhari , Congress has demonstrated a thor...

The Politics of Language- Rekhta

Languages live and die with human interests. Language does not have with in it to carry itself through public apathy. Language cannot survive vacuum and apathy. One of the biggest loss of the 21 st century is the death of languages. While technology has been one cause of it, religious appropriation and attribution is another important reason. Suddenly we have Latin for Christians, Sanskrit for Hindus and Urdu for Muslims. Absolutist religions have brought clash of civilization to our doorsteps. This reflects in the election of Donald Trump in the US and the books on Islamic supremacy being in best-sellers in France. It is not totally unfounded. Technology connects the mankind in unprecedented manner. Therefore, famines of Bengal in 18 th and 19 th century could not cause mass transfer of humanity from Asia to Europe nor could most bloody of wars in 7 th century push people westwards, as much as it could today. One can easily call names to people who are simplistic and intelle...

The Necessity and the Difficulty of Writing History

" To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child. For what is the worth of human life, unless it is woven into the life of our ancestors by the records of history. " - Cicero Cicero, the unauthorized historian to record to history of Rome has put it so aptly. This necessity of history makes the past so relevant not only to our present, rather also to our future. Any decision, any idea, not pivoted in the lessons of past is essentially flawed. The decision, the idea and the action which follows through could be innovative, brave, new but it needs to have its reasons in the dark alleys of the history. It is a great advantage to Human beings that we have a sense of continuity from our times, our children's times to a history dating back to the first known human being who ever walked on this planet and told how his day went while sitting around the fire after a long hunt in the jungle.  Our history defines us as people. There ...

An Intolerant India

I remember with fondness, a time when I was six years old. I was travelling with my mother in Bihar when she and all the famous fives of them(Five sisters, my mother and her sisters, my Maasis), boarded the wrong train. Those were the times of tight purses, and strict expenses. Thus as we had it, we could understand the blunder which was committed, only after journeying in the direction opposite to the one originally planned for. By the time, trains were swapped and new tickets were bought, the funds touched the bottom lining of the purses they carried. As we rode back to Munger, the hawkers came into the train compartments with loaded temptations. Ah, those were wonderful times of great snacks selling with lovely sounds inviting you to buy the stuff, against the chugging sound of the diesel trains. One hawker, I remember, was selling eggs, the boiled one. I asked for one, and he stood there. I asked my mother more, then I begged and I do not remember well,...