The Open Secret

Birkarnalzelzit *

Protest in Delhi against killing of Nido Taniam on 01 February 2014 :: Pix - Debanish Achom

It was a calm night with cold breezes passing by. And I, on my terrace was hoping about something to turn up for the best. The candle was burning silently on my table. Then I sat down on my chair putting my upper limbs over the table, remembering my journey across nine hills.

With a teary eye I looked up to the sky because I don't know what's going on, my innocent pen was ready to follow my thoughts over the paper. We share the same planet yet they make so much difference.

It was the third Sunday night of my stay in Delhi for my NDA written coaching. I know every day is a new history but everything was hard to digest there. In just three weeks of my stay there, my nerves were embarked with patriotic feelings.

At that moment, I strongly felt the urge to write a novel through which I could really pour out my emotions. I saw no love for us in them.

One incident took place and I had really board it in my heart. I don't know from where to start, I actually don't know how to make things go on the tract which are already off the tract.

The sky was so clear, no clouds have the courage to have a free ride and Mr. Sun was so furious unlike other days. So hot that, I was like, I can't go on. To neutralise the deadly weather we just plan for having an ice cream each.

From nowhere three local guys just came in front of us and started playing with our emotions. At first I just took it lightly because I know my response for truth will become a crime there. They called us chinkkies but we didn't response much.

We quickly left the place as we didn't want some funny incidents to happen. Shadow had surrounded Manipur but I always thought that, this is the sign of a light nearby. (Manipur, the jewel of India, is a north eastern state. Having rich cultural heritage it has been a cradle of ancient civilisation) are they really jealous about these, I even thought this way.

Another incident which made me feel so bad was the war between an auto driver and us. I call for an auto as we were late for marketing.

I told him that we are from mighty Manipur as he was asking us. He said he will take Rs 300 as fare for five of us after knowing that we are from what they wanted. I protested as the fare was very high with respect to the distance we had to go. But he was like, I can't, just get in. I swear, if it was Manipur and a stone was nearby too, then I would have done the needful on his head with the stone.

After a small war, we just made it to 150. Now the question is, why did he raise the fare on hearing our background? And it is apt to be highly applause to the active functioning of many truthful social organisations, which has no ulterior or vile motives but clairvoyantly observed the future of northeast.

Through the medium of my article, I would like to pour out my whole emotions to all the agencies who can do a bit to check the condition for northeast of being an Indian. The way they looked at us, frankly speaking it's hard to digest.

It was 9:45pm. So late, that was enough to make sure that Sarojini market was closed. But four of us went there, only 5 to 10 shops, weren't close yet. The way they started at us, I was really consternated. If there was a club nearby then I would have lambasted them. "What do you want to buy?" the shopkeeper said as if I was one of his relatives. I saw many stone falling nearby, so I even thought they might lapidate us.

I know beforehand that, their paramount intention was to fool us. "What's the cost for that jeans shirt?" I asked. Like a man of rackety he replied "Shop Closed".

Anger was killing my patience at that time. We don't know what on earth would we do next, I just can't breath. And they all laughed at us as if they have cracked a good joke. It's not that I am afraid to stand alone for good but the only thing was, where false dominate, truth and false interchange.

I know faith make all things possible, love make all things easy and lastly hope is on fire, for God sake and for the sake of the present and the future generation, the time has come for us to search for solutions. Our brothers and sisters, aunties and uncles are affected and why we are just keeping quite?

I know that's an iota with no answer because there are so many people who do not work for the salts they are provided and I am not projecting this to attract animosity. Waking someone who is really sleeping is far easier then someone who is not sleeping. So please ask these questions to yourself 'am I sleeping or not'.

To the people of northeast, I just want to throw this question i.e. We, the north eastern people are suffering because the number of boorish people are increasing, is it the main reason. Well! 99% of the people would say 'yes'. But I being amongst the victim of this horror, I fell that I should say that it's a big NO. The main reason is because of the silence on the good people.

It is rather late for the people of north east to look upon this things and the concern government too. It's high time for us to search late for the light. I with all the emphasis under my command, strongly and emphatically appeal the concerned authorities to take a quick measure before this deadly hydra increase its tentacles and reach our families.

Before we feel sorry for our future generations, let's realise that we are deciding what kind of a world we are growing up in. We are the branches of the same tree and the time has come for the entire northeast to unite and end this racism forever.