THE QUEEN HAS TO REVIVE ITS IDENTITY AND PRIDE

It gives me immense pleasure to be a part of this lovely initiative taken by our lover boy Reauben chhetri. One can never equate verbal expression with penning the thoughts. As there is no time bound to think and express it through writing. A good Orator is always remembered. However, a good writer enlists himself into the history books. As correctly said by Francis Bacon- "Reading makes a full man, conference a ready man and writing an Exact man".

No wonder, so to speak The Newspapers are printed, books are published and poems are chanted.  All are exemplary work of a good writer.

I have always thought of writing a blog and maintaining it but the effort seemed to be in vain.

Rituraj's article sent shivers through my spine which was full of eloquence. As if I were the barbarian king from the Clash of Clans and some demi-god had inflicted a rage spell on me. Mesmerized by it I felt instigated. Totally spellbound. Gosh...What a write up!!!

Now being mediocre in English I would love to take this opportunity to enhance my skills. I really don't know how to write a blog but I will try and eventually learn from this group in times to come.

The Feeling of getting choked out of words, a lump inside the throat, nostrils swollen up and tears sacked up inside the eyelids is what I experience when I climb up any hill that resembles my motherland. This time it was none other than Darjeeling that I visited a week ago with Rituraj to attend the birthday party of sister Saira. As we climbed up Rohini we could feel the chill in the air and witness the serene beauty of the Himalayas. The stench smell of the Jungle and the smoke coming out of the chimney of the adjacent roadside huts flash backs me to my childhood days spent in Nagaland. I can reminisce all the memories I had with my grand parents and family back then in Nagaland.

After reaching Darjeeling, the weather was fine but not perfect for photography. It was drizzling and foggy. We met Reauben, he was waiting for us at the taxi stand. After meeting him we decided to see places around Darjeeling. We roamed like naughty kids along the streets, clicking portraits and landscapes, having tea and momos. Oh...we really had fun that day followed by the sumptuous dinner at Reauben's place that night.

Whole day my mind struck with an absurdity and I pondered about life out here in Darjeeling and the remote villages nearby. I visualize two facades of people at opposite poles. The one who are the innocent villagers, common people and to the contrary the warrior class, the people from the political parties. Gorkhalis as a whole in fact, are known to be the bravest of all since times immemorial.

I somewhat believe that if we were not been in the clutches of the Britishers we would not be at par in regard to the present-day development. The roads are narrow and is full of potholes, lack of water supply and heavy congestion of traffic in the town. For an instance if we take the example of the Toy Train which the Whites have built two hundred years ago, the current government is not at all bothered to maintain it. It used to run from New Jalpaiguri Station to Darjeeling. Now, it runs only from Kurseong to darjeeling...I mean for God Damn sake its a UNESCO WORLD HERITAGE. It seems the people or the govt. out here are not proud of it.

I would like to bring some insights of this beautiful town to you all.

Around 1780, the Gorkhas invaded Sikkim and captured most part of it which includes Darjeeling with Siliguri. They administered it for 35 years when finally after the British- Nepal War, Nepal secedes its territory to the British in the treaty of Segoulee in 1816. The ceded territory includes Darjeeling and Siliguri. Again, Darjeeling was handed over by the British to Sikkim but later taken back by the former for political reasons in 1835.

The present Gorkhaland movement is a search and a fight for its identity. I do not know whether a separate state of Gorkhaland would solve this issue but I really think some concrete steps have to be taken. There was an uproar when Prashant Tamang (former Indian Idol) won the title, a new hero was born here who ended Subash Ghising's reign .I feel sorry and sad for the common people who apparently have chosen this illiterate hero as their leader.

I would not write his name in this blog as I'am still confused whether section 66A has been amended so far by the constitution of India. You know this is India and anything can happen here. I guess you all know what had happened with two girls in Maharashtra. By now you all must be knowing to whom I' am referring to.

Now, seriously there is an identity crisis here,

As in the armed forces its often said. Do you have it in you? I ask the same to my Gorkhali folks. The question remains unanswered. It is vivid from their own responses, If they were to answer ,"where they were from" ? They would bluntly say," we are Nepali".  And they want identity? They are being swayed by the foolish leader. Have you heard in the news of any demands for Gorkhaland in the recent past? Did the idiot commit suicide? Its a complete stalemate. Are the people satisfied? Still no Identity? Only to be called the brave living in the Northeastern part of India? The current leader is exploiting the common man for his political and private gain. 

By now the youth should understand. It is high time they should take out their Khukris out of their barns and end the tyranny to re-glorify  its tarnishing image and save their pride and dignity.