Saturday, 10 March 2018

The many different rich

Just felt like writing about three kinds of rich that I met, all within the space of a single day, in a town in Upper Assam recently.

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Thursday, 8 March 2018

Some women have it tough

A salute to some really tough women I know on international women's day! Some others are forced to be tough. This is a story based on some real life incidents...

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Monday, 5 March 2018

Death of an ancient Ashram

A desperate cry for help, recounting the past glory and the present crisis facing Panchabati Ashram in Guwahati where I grew up, with the hope that someone reading this will come forward to help and  together we shall be able to rescue the precious Ashram and revive it in a new form and function.


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Tuesday, 27 February 2018

Cycle

A beautiful piece by Saurav Kumar Chaliha about Goettingen in Germany and Germans, as well as about us kharkhuwa Asamiyas in contrast... This is about the time when he was living in Germany in the late 1950s and studying physics at the university.

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Thursday, 22 February 2018

Stolen translation

A story about how translators can sometimes be at the receiving end of unscrupulous authors if they are not careful...and my tribute to a fellow translator who was wronged but chose, gracefully, to do nothing about it.

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Sunday, 11 February 2018

A terrorist in Germany looks like me

A first-hand report of a real incident that took place at Frankfurt airport on New Year's Day 2018.

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Saturday, 30 December 2017

The pain does not go away

Sundays are unbearable... I used to call Ma every Sunday... we would chat for long about this and that ... she would bring me up to date about news at the Guwahati end, I would tell her about what we had done in the past week, I would ask her how she was, what she was busy with... sometimes she would tell me, sometimes she would say she had no time... whatever it was this weekly phone call had become a fixed ritual... and I had not realised that to perform that ritual every Sunday was so important for me till now when I don't have to call her anymore...never knew that the fact that there was no one in India waiting for me to call on Sunday would be so hard to bear...


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Monday, 18 September 2017

The house died too that night

My tribute to Ma, a month after she left us...

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Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Dancing to the State: Ethnic Compulsions of the Tangsa in Assam

For those of you who have no idea who I am, where northeast India is and what my book (named in the title, OUP 2017)  is about here is the story behind the book.


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Friday, 24 February 2017

Strange encounters in the Jaintia hills


My friend Hema and I had undertaken a 2-week long road trip in January 2017 through some hilly parts of NE India. At one village in the heart of the Jaintia hills, we ran into a French anthropologist friend of mine, who was staying and working in the village at that time. The additional tensions created between the ethnographer and her field consultants on our arrival in the village as tourists are described in this description of our brief stay in the village.

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