Uruli_Bihu_2021

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˜˝◊√ ø¬ı‰¬1± Ò1ÀÌ ŒÓ¬±˜±fl¡ Œ¬Û±ª±1 ’±fl¡±—鬱

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’±‰¬˘ÀÓ¬ ˆ¬±˘ Œ¬Û±ª±1 ¸—:± ˆ¬œ¯∏Ì ¸1˘
Ó≈¬ø˜ ά◊Ê≈√øȬ ‡±˘±
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Œfl¡±ÀÚ± ø¬ıÀ˙¯ õ∂Ó¬…±˙± 1‡± Ú±˝◊√ ŒÓ¬±˜±1 ¬Û1±
Œfl¡ª˘ ˆ¬±˘Õfl¡ ˆ¬±˘ ¬Û±¬ı ø¬ı‰¬±ø1À“√± ˆ¬±˘ ˘±ø· Œ˚±ª±Õfl¡º „

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’øˆ¬¸±ø1fl¡±

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˜˝√◊ ø·ø˘-ø·ø˘ Δ· Ô±Àfl¡±
ŒÚ ¬ı±È¬ÀȬ±Àª Ó¬±1 ’±g±1 ·ˆ¬«Õ˘
Œ˜±fl¡ Ȭ±øÚ-Ȭ±øÚ øÚ Ô±Àfl¡∑

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’À¬ı±Ò Œ˚êÚ,
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˜‘Ó≈¬…-¸≈Uø11 øfl¡ Œ˜±ø˝√Úœ Œ¬Û±˝√1!
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ŒÚÀ√ø‡À˘± Ê√œªÚ1 ¸“‰¬± 1—, ¤È¬± ’¸yª ø˜Í¬± ·±Úº
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ŒÚÀ√ø‡À˘± Ê√˘fl“≈¡ª1œ1 ¤¬ı≈fl¡≈ ’˜˘ Œ˝√“¬Û±˝√ º

˜˝√◊ ŒÚÀ√À‡± ≈√ÀȬ±¬Û±˘ ‰¬fl≈¡1 ¬Û±ÚœÀ˚˛ ¸˜≈‡Ó¬ øϬø˜fl¡-Ϭ±˜±fl¡Õfl¡ ’±øÊ√ ’±Àfl¡Ã Œ√ø‡ÀÂ√“±
¬ı≈1±˝√◊ Œ¬ÛÀ˘±ª± Œ˜±1 ‰¬fl≈¡1 ˜øÌ, Œ¸˝√◊ Œ˜±ø˝√Úœ Œ¬Û±˝√1,
˜±ÀÔ“± Œ√À‡± ¶ÛœÀά±ø˜È¬±1Ó¬ fl“¡±È¬±˝√◊ ˝√±Ó¬Ó¬ ¤È¬± ˘FÚ Δ˘ Δ1 ’±ÀÂ√
‰≈¬˝√◊ Ôfl¡± Â√fl≈¡ø11 ‚1º Œ˜±1 ø‰¬1˙±øôL1 Œ¸˝√◊ Œ˙¯∏ ’øˆ¬¸±ø1fl¡±º „

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‰≈¬ø˜ ˜˝√ôL

·˝√¬Û≈1

øÚ©xˆ¬ øÚÀô¶Ê√ ‰¬±ªøÚÀ˚˛
‰¬±˝◊√ ’±ÀÂ√ ŒÓ¬›“,

˘Í¬„√± ·Â√ÀÊ√±¬Û±Õ˘
ø¶ö1 ŒÚÀS...

·Â√ÀÊ√±¬Û±1 ¬Û±Ó¬-Ù≈¬˘ ¸ø1
˜‘Ó¬õ∂±˚˛ !

Ù≈¬À˘ Ù¬À˘ Ê√±øÓ¬©®±1 ·Â√ÀÊ√±¬Û±
¤øÓ¬˚˛± Œ√À‡±Ú ˘Í¬„√±,

ŒÓ¬›“1 √À1˝◊√ ˘Í¬„√±º
˜±Ò≈˚«˜˚˛ ø√ÚÀ¬ı±1 ’±ø˝√¬ıÀÚ

ŒÓ¬›“1 Ê√œªÚÕ˘∑∑
Ù≈¬À˘-Ù¬À˘ Ê√±øÓ¬©®±1 ·Â√ÀÊ√±¬Û±1

√À1 !!
·Â√ÀÊ√±¬Û±˝◊√,

·Â√ÀÊ√±¬Û±˝◊√ ¬Û±¬ı õ∂±Ì
¬ı¸ôL ’±ø˝√À˘˝◊√
¬Û±¬ı õ∂±Ì

¬ı¸ôL ’±ø˝√À˘˝◊√
Ù≈¬À˘ Ù¬À˘ Ê√±øÓ¬©®±1 ˝√í¬ı ’±Àfl¡Ã

’±ø˝√¬ıÀÚ ¬ı¸ôL ŒÓ¬›“1
Ê√œªÚÕ˘∑∑

¬Û≈S ¬ıÒ≈ Ú±øÓ¬À1 ˆ¬1±
¬ı¸ôL Œ˚Ú ˘·± ‚1‡ÚÕ˘
¬Û±ø1¬ıÀÚ Î¬◊ˆ¬øÓ¬¬ı ŒÓ¬›“
¬ı¸ôL Ÿ¬Ó≈¬Õ˘ !!

¬ı‘X±|˜1...
¬ı‘X±|˜1 ˝√±-U˜≈øÚ˚˛±À˝√
fl¡ø1À˘ ˘Í¬„√±
fl¡ø1À˘ ˘Í¬„√± !!! „

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¬ı˝√±· ˜±ÀÔ“± ’±À¬Û±Ú±1... Œ˜±1...
¤øȬ Ÿ¬Ó≈¬ Ú˝√˚˛
ø˝√˜±|œ ˙˜«±
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Œ¬ı—·±˘≈1n
Œ˜±1 ‰¬˝√1Ó¬ Œ˝√“¬Û±˝√1 ¬ı1¯∏≈Ì...
¬ı˝√±· ˜±ÀÔ“± ¤øȬ Ÿ¬Ó≈¬ Ú˝√˚˛ ’±g±1 ¬ı≈fl≈¡1 ‰≈¬¬ı≈ø1...
˝√˚˛ ¬ı˝√±· ¬ıU ø˜˘Ú1 ¸—·˜, ’±À¬Û±Ú±1 ‰¬˝√1Ó¬∑∑
¬ı˝√±· ˜±ÀÚ ¬ıU ¶ú‘øÓ¬1 ’±À¬Û±Ú±1 ‰¬˝√1Ó¬ ˝√˚˛ÀÓ¬± ’±˝√◊Ú±1 ø·˘±‰¬1 Ô≈Ú¬Û±fl¡...
˙Ó¬ Œõ∂˜œ1 ¬ıU ø˜˘Ú1, ¬Ûø1 1˚˛ ¬ı±√±˜1 Œ¬ÛÀfl¡È¬ ’±1n∏ Œ˜±1 ¬Û±·˘±ø˜
¸À¬Û±Ú1, ˝√+√˚˛1 ŒÚÀ√‡±Ê√Ú1 ’±¬Û≈øÚ 1±øÓ¬1 ¬ı“±˝√œ...
˘˝√ø1Ó¬ Œ˝√±ª± ¬ı¸ôL1 ¬ı˝√±·º ¸≈1 Δ˝√ ¬ı±ÀÊ√ ˜±Ê√øÚ˙±
¬ı˝√±·1 ’±Úμ1 Î◊¬ij±√ ˜˝√◊ ’øˆ¬˜±Ú1 Œ¬ıÀ˝√˘±...
¬ı±øÊ√ÀÂ√ ŒÏ¬±˘, Œ¬Û“¬Û±, ··Ú±, Œ˙¯∏ 1±øÓ¬ Ê√ͬ1 Δ˝√ øÂ√ø„√ ¬ÛÀ1 Œ˜±1 ’±„≈√ø˘...
·“±Àª-ˆ”¬À¤û ‰¬ø˘ÀÂ√ ’±‡1± ‚άˇœ1 ¬ı≈1?œÓ¬ ¬Û±1 ˝√˚˛ ¸˜˚˛...
ˆ¬±˘ ˘±À· ¤˝√◊ Ÿ¬Ó≈¬1 ’±·˜Úº Œ˙ÀÓ¬ø˘Ó¬ ¬Ûø1 1˚˛ ˙”Ú…Ó¬±ºº „
ˆ¬±˘ ˘±À· Œ¸˝√◊ ¸≈¬ı±¸ ˜±øȬ1
Ê√œ¬Û±˘ Δ˝√ Î◊¬Í¬± ¬ıÚ Œ‰¬±Ó¬±˘1, ø¬ıU ¸—‡…±˚109
˜ÚÓ¬ ¬ÛÀ1 ¬ıU ¬ı˝√±·œ ˜±˝√1
¤ø1 ΔÔ ’˝√± Œ¸±Ì±˘œ Δ˙˙ª1º
fl¡À¬ÛÃ, Œfl¡ÀÓ¬fl¡œ, ˜±ÕÒ˜±˘Ó¬œ1
¸≈·øgÀ1 ˆ¬1± ¸≈¬ı±¸ ¸≈˜Ò≈1,
·ÀÂ√-¬ıÀÚ, ¬ıU 1„√1 fl“≈¡ø˝√¬Û±Ó¬
˘˝√1 ÚÀ˜±ª± Œ¸˝√◊ ¬ıÓ¬±˝√Ê√±fl¡º
¬ı˝√±· ˜±ÀÔ“± ¤øȬ Ÿ¬Ó≈¬ Ú˝√˚˛
˝√˚˛ ¬ı˝√±· ¬ıU ø˜˘Ú1 ˜±˝√º „

“Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother”
-Oprah Winfrey

’±˘±¬Û

˜Ú˜œ ˆ¬A±‰¬±˚«

Ú˚˛Î¬±

Ó≈¬ø˜ – ˜±Ó‘¬Q Ú±1œ1 ¬Û≈ÚÊ√«ij
Ê√œªÚ1 Î◊¬7¡¡¡œøªÓ¬ ÚÓ≈¬Ú ’Ò…±˚˛
¤fl¡ ÚÓ≈¬Ú ¸M√±1 ’±øª©®±1

˜˝√◊ – ÚÓ≈¬Ú Ê√ÚÚœ1 ’±—ø˙fl¡ ¸Ó¬…Ó¬± ¤˚˛±
Ê√ij√±Ó‘¬ ˝√íÀ˘˝√◊ÀÓ¬± ˜±Ó‘¬ Ú˝√˚˛,
fl¡±ÚœÚÀ1± Ê√ij√±Sœ Ô±Àfl¡
Ê√ij√±Ó‘¬ Ô±Àfl¡ ¸ij±Ê√«fl¡ Œ˙¯∏ ’±|˚˛ Œ˝√±ª± õ∂øÓ¬ÀȬ± õ∂±Ì1º
õ∂øÓ¬ÀȬ± w+ÌÓ¬ Ú±Ô±Àfl¡ Œõ∂˜1 ’Ô¬ı± ‰≈¬øMê1 ¶§±é¬1º

˝√◊øÓ¬˝√±¸ ¸±é¬œ,
Δ¬ıÒÓ¬±1 Ó≈¬˘±‰¬ÚœÓ¬ Œ√“± ‡±˚˛ ù´±ù´Ó¬ ’Ú≈ˆ¬ª1 ·“±Ô±
Œ¬Û±Ó¬±˙±˘Ó¬ ’é≈¬J ’±ø√˜ ΔÊ√øªfl¡Ó¬±º

Ó≈¬ø˜ – Ÿ¬Ì±Rfl¡ ‰¬ø1S! ˜˝√◊ – ¸˝√Ê√˘ˆ¬… ¤˝√◊ ¬ı…øÓ¬S꘺
˜±øÚ Œ˘±ª± ˜±Ó‘¬Q õ∂øÓ¬¬Û±ø˘Ó¬ ˜ÀÚ±ˆ¬±¬ı
˜±Ó‘¬Q ˜”˘Ó¬– õ∂±ø5 Œõ∂˜Ó¬ ¸—¬Û‘Mêº
’Ú±ø¬ı˘ õ∂˙±øôL ’±RÀõ∂˜1 √˝√ÚÓ¬ √±˝√ Œ˚±ª± ¸˜˚˛Ó¬
‰¬·± Œ˝√±ª±1 ¬ı±¸Ú±Ó¬
˜˝√◊ – ’±¬Û±Ó¬Ó¬– õ∂±ø5º ’±øÊ√ ˜±Ó‘¬Q1 ¬Ûø1øÒ ¬Ûø1À˜˚˛º „
Œ˜±1 Œ√˝√ ¸≈¯∏˜± ’ª:±À1
Œ‡±Ê√ ø√˚˛±
ø¬ı¬Û√¸—fl≈¡˘ ¸≈√œ‚« ¬ÛÔ
’Ô‰¬ Œ˜±1 Ú±˚… ’øÒfl¡±1
˝√˚˛ÀÚ √±ø˚˛Q1 ¸˜±Ú≈¬Û±øÓ¬fl¡º

Ó≈¬ø˜ – øÒfl¡ ¤˝√◊ ¶§±Ô«¬Û1Ó¬±
Ó≈¬ø˜ ¬ı…øÓ¬Sê˜
˜±Ó‘¬ ’±ù´ô¶ øÚ1±¬ÛM√±

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EDITORIAL

Anything else you are interested in is not going to happen if you can’t breathe the
air and drink the water. Don’t sit this one out. Do something. You are by accident
of fate alive at an absolutely critical moment in the history of our planet.

Carl Sagan

It is said that we never wake up the same person that went to sleep the previous

night. An interesting thought, that we need to pause and reflect on.

It is certainly true that we learn something every day, either about ourselves or the
world around us, and that this knowledge adds a bit more to the individuals that
we become. The law of nature is that of growth, everything must grow, develop,
and progress in its natural course; because change is the only constant.

The Spring edition of Uruli focuses on individuals and their stories, their lives,
the changes they see and the changes they’ve made. It has been an extraordinary
year and we bring our readers stories that have unfolded in the past year, of lived
experiences, and transformations. We have stories of deceptively mundane and
ordinary details leading to special moments, stories of finding resonance through
one’s travels, stories of facing dilemmas and crises courageously to uncover one’s
true potential, and stories of discovering oneself in one’s craft.

Transformation is essential if we are to live a fruitful and meaningful life and this
transformation can only happen if we continue to learn, and even unlearn, from
experiences. We have witnessed unprecedented times in living history and all of
us know that in some sense our world has irrevocably changed. The question is
how are we going to adapt our lives and ourselves to a new reality, a reality that is
difficult, humbling and meaningful all at once.

I hope that our stories resonate with our readers and that they bring a happy and
refreshing insight in these unprecedented times and circumstances.

Happy Reading!

Yogita Saikia

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CONTENTS EDITORIAL
BOARD
SPECIAL FEATURE
„ BOHAG : A State of Mind z Jeuty Thakur / 113 Chief Editor
„ Tête-à-tête with Lima Das z Dr. Monideepa Das / 116 Sushanta Jyoti Sharma

MINDSCAPE Editor-Assamese Section
„ How I Wrote a Bestselling Book... z Antar Atreya / 125 Papori Goswami
„ Small Drops of Heaven z Pallavika Barthakur / 128
Editor-English Section
THE YEAR THAT WAS Yogita Saikia
„ A Brush with Sci-Fi z Nandini Sen Das / 130
„ 2020 : Blackboard to Keyboard z Farzana Saadulla / 133 Publicity, Advertisements
„ Teaching Challenges During the Pandemic z Alekha Kakoti / 136 & Distribution
„ Patience, Resilience, Compassion... z Dr. Thokchom Santa / 138 Luitjyoti Sarma
„ The Year of Business as (Un)Usual z Chiranjib Barthakur / 141
„ Homecoming z Nayanava Sarma / 144 Executive Member
„ My Stress Busters... z Munindra Kumar Bharatee / 146 Himashree Sharma
„ Living the ‘New Normal’ z Rashmirekha Baruah / 149
„ Redesigning Life z Zinnia Phukan / 151 Cover Page Design
„ New Beginnings in the Lockdown z Monangku Hazarika / 154 Nirupam Konwar
„ Musically Yours z Dhrubajyoti Lahon / 156
Layout-DTP
WANDERLUST Bubul Bhattacharyya
„ Chandubi Lake : So Near, Yet So Far z Dr. Mitali Baruah / 159
Advisors
MED_LIFE WORDSMITH Dr. Monideepa Das
„ A Short Autobiography of SARS_Cov-2 z Dr. Tapan Saikia / 162
Mukesh Sharma
STORYTELLER
„ The Will of Janardhan Kakoty z Meghali Chaliha / 164 Chief Patron
D. C. Borkotoky

SONGS OF THE SOUL
„ The Spring Within z Kumar Arnavdeep / 168
„ A Tale of Cloud - Lost z Dr. Ranjana Bhattacharya / 169
„ Just Be You z Soni R. Medhi / 171

KIDS CORNER Printed and Published by
„ Lockdown Days z Parthiv Goswami / 173 RANJAN GOSWAMI
„ School Begins z Anayah Choudhury Saleh / 175 on behalf of Assam
„ Brahminy Kite z Aron Choudhury Saleh / 176
„ Sketch - Little Singham z Prachurjya Bhattacharjya / 177 Association Bangalore.

Special Feature

BOHAAG
A State of Mind

Jeuty Thakur

Inside her room at the Delhi University hostel for women, Ankita is at her desk with a cup
of hot tea, studying for her upcoming final exams. She is a student of history and hopes to
become a lawyer one day. As she is preparing a note on the Maratha Empire, she hears the
kuli’s voice, ringing clearly in the early morning air. Bihu is almost here, Ankita thinks to
herself. The recurrent calling of the kuli sounds like familiar music to her, and she drifts off
into a world of her thoughts...

Bihu is perhaps one of the first things that come to mind when one thinks of Assam.

Fundamentally revolving around the agrarian cycles of the paddy field, Bihu in Assam has
certainly come a long way. From Bihu in the fields, to Bihu on the stage, and then into our
gardens and e-platforms in a Covid-riddled world, Bihu has evolved accommodating the needs
of the day. When it comes to Rongali Bihu, it celebrates the advent of Bohaag and the
beginning of the Assamese New Year. Even in our present times of uber technology that we
live in, Nature has its own special way of announcing the arrival of Spring. We don’t need
our Google calendars to intimate us; the fresh, green leaves springing, the nahor and togor
flowers blooming after the ravages of winter, the voice of the kuli resonating in the morning
air, all gently tell us that Bohaag is here.

Seasons are universally known to inspire and influence people in a multitude of ways.
Bohaag is a state of mind which encapsulates the Axomiya no matter where or how pre-
occupied one might be. One might be a bureaucrat busy with election duty, a student busy
preparing for the upcoming exams, or a tea-seller on the road, the changing air compels us
to look around and take notice. It feels like nature is celebrating all around us and we feel
like joining in the festivities. For what can be more promising than the emergence of new
green leaves from dried branches? What can be more reassuring than the voice of the kuli
singing again after a long, cold lull?

Bohaag represents eternal hope that rests in the human heart. It represents the reassurance that
in these ephemeral times laced with uncertainty, that certain promises are always kept: a
promise of love, fecundity, stability, rejuvenation and continuance.

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When we say ‘Bihu Bihu lagise’, we are expressing a feeling that encompasses our hearts,
minds, and bodies.

It feels like all the colours of life come alive in Assam during Rongali Bihu. If one looks
around carefully, one finds this percolation of the spirit of Bohaag in people in beautiful,
subtle ways. It can be sensed in how your colleague subconsciously hums a happy tune on
his way back home. It can be felt in the sprightly gait of the young school teacher. The women
seem to wear brighter hues of mekhela-saador these days, the laughter of kids seem to have
an added dash of cheer and excitement. The desire to weave a gamosa (bihuwan) for one’s
beloved (senai) is perhaps a beautifully classic expression of Axomiya romance (piriti). Aita
also feels like wearing her Muga set and Kerumoni gohona that she keeps safely stored all
year. The kitchens seem to get busier with endless discussions and preparations of pitha, laru
and other delicacies.

No matter how hard and tiring the day has been, it fails to dampen the spirit of the Rongali
mind. Those late-night Bihu shows in Bihutolis across Assam; the different groups of Husoris
going from house to house; the applying of maah-halodhi and jetuka; the washing, cleaning
and feeding of cows with the special Bihu touch; the presenting of Bihuwan to elders and
visiting relatives; all these ceremonial activities are cherished and anticipated by all.

But what happens when one is away from Assam during Bohaag and Bihu? What happens
when people leave their nests and fly away to different places, in pursuit of new dreams and
vistas? There are so many who have moved away from Assam to various corners of the world,
creating a new home away from home. Well, it can be said that Assamese people carry Assam
within themselves wherever they go. It lives on in the folds of their Being and manifests itself
in a myriad of conscious and, at times, subliminal expressions. In the suburbs of New Jersey,
in a lane of uniformly planned houses, a xorai placed in the living room, and a jaapi adorning
the wall will tell you of its owners’ Assamese roots. In those Indian diaspora get-togethers,
you can spot the Assamese lady proudly flaunting her mekhela-saador amidst all the lovely
sarees. When you see a branch of kopou phool hanging from the balcony garden in an
apartment complex in Gurgaon, it’s a young Assamese couple’s hopeful attempt to bring a part
of Assam into their homes. At the end of a hectic day at the Bengaluru corporate office, a
young Assamese man makes some aloo pitika and omita khaar for dinner. For sometimes even
the best Chinese restaurant can’t provide the comfort of certain foods that represent Home.

To create and share the feeling of home and belonging away from Assam, the Assamese
have always come together as a community. The Assamese diaspora, for instance, has
become an increasingly large and vibrant part of many countries including the US, the UK,
Australia and Canada. We have Assam Associations in almost every major city of India,
which have developed the feeling of a larger family amongst its members, and also repre-
sented their Assamese identity on a wider platform to a larger audience. Masor tenga, Bihu,
Sattriya dance, til pitha and mekhela-saador have become immensely popular in different
parts of the world, thanks to our global Assamese citizens. In times of living in a globalised

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world of increased mobility and cultural fluidity, we all try to hold on to our cultural
identities in our hearts. It can be said that Assam and Bohaag live in our minds and hearts,
no matter where we are.
Sometimes the going gets tough, when not everything seems colourful. There might be anxi-
ety, deprivation, illness, pain and uncertainty that gnaws at our hearts. Yet somehow the Midas
touch of Bohaag seems to pervade the darkness and bring in a ray of hope. For, at times,
wearing a smile and swirling to the Bihu beats might help us savour some precious moments
of joy amidst all pain.
What I personally like the most about this time of the year is its ability to touch all minds,
irrespective of our social and mental moorings. Even the shyest of us find ourselves grooving
to the dhol, pepa and gogona. Even in a home overshadowed by several hardships, Bohaag
and Bihu bring in Hope. Even a woman struggling with ailments begins to hope for health,
happiness and a better tomorrow – a tomorrow brimming with immense possibilities. Such is
the beauty of Bohaag!
Like Dr. Bhupen Hazarika succinctly sang :

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Jeuty Thakur is a PhD student of Sociology at Jawaharlal Nehru Uni-
versity, Delhi and a resident of Guwahati, Assam. She loves to read,
write, cook and travel.

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TÊTE-À-TÊTE WITH LIMA DAS

Dr. Monideepa Das

I have been living in Bangalore since a decade and one of the many things that I have often

missed is watching Assamese films, especially the critically acclaimed new releases. The
Assamese diaspora of Bangalore was overjoyed when certain theatres of our city started to
run limited shows of some recently released films. I was, therefore, able to watch Mission
China, Calendar, Xhoixhobote Dhemalite, Village RockStar, Bulbul Can Sing and others.

So filmmaker Anurag Kashyap’s tweet wherein he spoke high words of praise for the Assamese
film ‘Aamis’, and the news that he had decided to distribute the film, intrigued me enough
to make me gear up for the first day first show in the city.

AAMIS (Ravening) : a strong story, beautifully written and flawlessly directed by National
Award winning filmmaker Bhaskar Hazarika.

It was deep and dark, intense and engrossing; not permitting the slightest wavering of attention
from start to finish, with some spine-chilling moments. What was overpowering about the film
was the story of the sweet, naive, gullible, vulnerable, mismatched relationship between Nirmali
and Suman. One cannot but appreciate the spontaneous and convincing performances of debutant
actors Lima Das and Arghadeep Baruah who made it look like the roles of Nirmali and Suman
had been tailor-made for them. As I walked out of the theatre, Anurag Kashyap’s words, “Trust
me, you have not seen something like ‘Aamis’ coming out of India” fell in place.

Today, almost two years after its world premiere at the Tribeca Film Festival where it was
nominated in five categories in the International Narrative section, I feel very fortunate to
have got the opportunity to speak to lead actor Lima Das.

Monideepa: Hello Lima. It is such a pleasure to finally get connected. On behalf of the Editorial
Team of Uruli I extend our gratitude to you for sparing the time for this exclusive interview.

I must tell you that your performances in ‘Aamis’ as well as in ‘Arranged’ have been outstanding.

You come across as a beautiful blend of science and art. A Dental Surgeon, serving in the
capacity of Associate Professor at the Regional Dental College, an established exponent of
Xattriya Nrittya and now, an acclaimed actor.

Would you please take us through your journey so far?

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Lima : First of all, thank you very much for giving me the opportunity of being featured in
Uruli. I am indeed honoured.

Speaking of my journey, well... I grew up in a family which was, like you have so nicely said,
a beautiful blend of science and art. My father was a doctor, an ENT specialist, and my
mother is a singer, a radio artist.

I loved dancing even as a child and had a natural flair for it. My mother would have been
happier had I chosen to learn music, but seeing my keen inclination for dance, she enrolled
me in the dance school that had come up just across the road and I began learning the Odissi
dance. I always looked forward to attending my dance classes and also the workshops conducted
at regular intervals.

While on one hand it was dance, on the other, I was determined to follow the footsteps of
my father who was my role model. So I did my Bachelors followed by Masters in Dental
Surgery and I currently hold a job in my Alma Mater, the Regional Dental College.

Monideepa : So, when did you take up Xattriya Nrittya...??

Lima : Yes, I was coming to that.

I always felt an inherent inclination towards Xattriya Nrittya. In
the year 2000, I began my training under the able tutelage of
Padmashri and Sangeet Natak Akademi Award winner,
Nrityaacharya Jatin Goswami, a profound artist and a Fellow of
the Sangeet Natak Akademi.

Of course, there were inevitable gaps brought on by the demands
of studies, marriage and the birth of my son; but during these
breaks, I made a conscious effort to remain connected with
dance. As in, I would attend dance recitals and perform
occasionally to stay in form. (Pauses)

I took up what I call my ‘second innings’ very seriously. I
realised the creative potential in Xattriya Dance. The Brajabali
language, Borgeet, and Ankiya Naat were all our very own and therefore, relatively easier to
comprehend. The usual depictions in Xattriya were about Ram, Krishna and their life events.
My Guru, who is extremely well read and knowledgeable was open to the exploration of
newer concepts. Hence, remaining within the guidelines of the dance form, we conceptualised
portrayals of Draupadi, Surpanakha, and Shikhandi. It was extremely fulfilling and encouraging
when my recitals based on these new concepts received great admiration within and outside
the state. I had always felt a sense of responsibility towards the 500 year old Xattriya Nrittya
and the fact that I am now able to contribute towards it in my own humble way motivates
me to do as much as possible for this dance form.

In all honesty, I attribute my own discovery as an artist to my Guru, Shri Jatin Goswami Sir
who continues to be extremely encouraging and supportive.

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Pardon me for this rather long reply. When I start talking
about dance, I get carried away and don’t know where
to stop. (Both share a laugh)

Monideepa : Then of course, ‘Aamis’ happened... How
did you bag the role or was it the other way around ?

Lima : Yes, then of course, ‘Aamis’ came by...

Actually, it would be apt to say that ‘Aamis’ roped me in. (Laughs)

I have known Bhaskar Hazarika since a very long time; we have been family friends.

Well, I had always felt what I can best describe as a ‘calling’ for acting. Frankly speaking,
I can’t pinpoint how and where it came from, because neither did I come from a ‘film family’
nor did I have any remote connections with filmmaking; but, deep down, I knew for sure, that
given an opportunity, I would definitely act in at least one meaningful film during my lifetime.

After watching the trailer of Bhaskar Hazarika’s ‘Kothanodi’ in 2015, I was convinced that
it was just the kind of role that I wanted to play.

Some days later, I met Bhaskar at a cousin’s place and expressed my desire to work with him,
perhaps make a documentary on Xattriya Dance. His response was an assuring “Hopefully
someday soon”. (Smiles)

About a year later, Bhaskar mentioned that there was a role he had in mind but knowing me
for the person that I am, he was sceptical about whether I would be interested in it. I was
obviously very keen to read the script; and sure enough, after some months, he met me with
the script. (Laughs)

Monideepa : Lima, your very first film ‘Aamis’ explored a subject that had not been touched
before: a clever metaphorical depiction of craving for unusual meat that culminated into a
deep, dark story of forbidden love. Both the lead characters were quite complex. Was there
anything particular about the script that made you accept the role?

Lima : Well.... When Bhaskar first narrated the story to me, I was quite taken aback and didn’t
know how to react. After reading the script for the first time, the story unfolded with more
clarity. When I read it for the second time, I felt sure that this was going to be a film that
would make a long and lasting impact. I realised that, despite the dark and horrific elements,
the story was very beautifully and very convincingly told. I could understand and empathise
with the emotions of Nirmali and Suman, their conflicts, their turmoil...

See, we human beings have been, are and will remain bound by societal customs and
traditions, rules and regulations. We grow up being told what is right and what is wrong.
But sometimes, despite our best knowledge and judgement, we succumb to some deep
internal desires and we end up complying to them to a point of no return, although all
throughout, we remain aware about the dire consequences ahead. I felt that this impactful
message was very clearly conveyed in the beautifully written script of ‘Aamis’ and that it
would stay on in the minds of the people for a long time.

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Any lingering reservations were promptly dispelled when after reading the script, my husband
positively said, “If you want to do one film, than this is the film you need to do”. (Smiles)

But above everything else, I had full faith in Bhaskar’s directorial expertise. I had seen
‘Kothanodi’ and I did not have an iota of doubt that Bhaskar would deliver ‘Aamis’ as a
beautiful film.

Monideepa : Considering that it was your debut role and with no formal training in acting,
how did you deliver such a stellar performance? I mean, Nirmali was so convincing, with on
point expressions of every emotion.

Lima : First of all, thank you very much for your encouraging words.

Well... the fact that I did not have any formal training in acting did make me apprehensive,
but it was allayed to a great extent after I had attended the 10-day workshop organised by
Bhaskar before the commencement of the shooting of ‘Aamis’.

It was conducted by none other than Seema Biswas baideu and Daulat Vaid from NSD. They
were both excellent teachers and I picked up many salient points on technical aspects like
facing the camera, camera angles, etc.

Moreover, the knowledge of ‘abhinaya’, that is, the techniques of expression of a theme or
mood and ‘navarasa’ or the nine emotions practised in dance helped me a lot.

As for Nirmali being convincing, it was perhaps because she was close to my age, which I
think was a big advantage. The body language of Nirmali was on the lines of a married
woman, a mother of a school going child, a medical professional; all of which were easy for
me to relate to. Moreover, I got almost a year of prep time. It was a combination of all this
that made Nirmali come across as ‘real’. (Smiles her beautiful smile)

Monideepa : Did you have any apprehensions about audience reaction ?

Lima : I understood that it was a bold story and that my role required the portrayal of a
complicated character which had many layers. The bottom line to me was that Nirmali was
a very normal person and like everyone else, she too was vulnerable to mistakes. My gut
feeling was that although the movie fell in the league of ‘different’ films(what we call
‘byotikromi’ in Assamese), it was relatable. Hence, I was willing to take the risk.

I have always believed that we, the people of Assam and Northeast are very progressive in
our thoughts and we make a very
mature audience. I was confident
that the film would be understood
and appreciated.

When the movie received so much
acclaim at the Tribeca Film Festival,
way ahead of its actual release in
India, our confidence was boosted
to a great deal.

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I must add that while making the film, the entire cast and crew had gone that extra mile and
worked with singleminded determination so that it would be acknowledged as an exceptionally
well made film.

The sincere effort has reflected in everyone’s individual performances as well as in the film
in totality.

Monideepa : Having made the impact that you did in your debut film, bagging the Best Actor
(Female) Award at the Singapore South Asian International Film Festival and also at the
Sailadhar Baruah Film Awards; it is understandable that conscious considerations have been
and will be required while choosing subsequent projects.

What for you, is the mainstay or deciding factor? Is it the script and if so, what is it about
a script that compels you to take up the project?

Lima : To be honest, I am a very picky and choosy person by nature, I have always been
that way.

For me, the script is the most important deciding factor. I make it a point to read the entire
script at one go and thereafter my decision is based on my gut feelings. If the story and the
characters are believable, I feel convinced that the film will do well.

As far as my own part in the film is concerned, it is very important for me to feel that I fit
into the character that I am to portray. What I mean to say is, I must be able to see myself
or at least a part of me in the character; because if I myself am unable to relate to the
character, how can I expect my audience to do so?! Right?

I would consciously avoid accepting a role where the portrayal is that of a twenty year old;
because those roles should be played by the girls of that age. Similarly, I would choose not
play a seventy year old at this point of time; I shall reserve such roles for when I am closer
to that age. (Laughs)

For me, the depth of the character is more important rather than the length of the role. It need
not necessarily be a feature film. A short film with substance is as good. Another very
important criterion is that the role should be a challenging one, because I am someone who
always likes to push boundaries in whatever I take up.

So, well... a strong story and a challenging role will certainly make me glad to take up
the project.

Monideepa : You have a very expressive face and I am sure you have been told that your eyes
speak volumes (Laughs). Your performance was brilliant in ‘Arranged’, the short film which
justifiably fired up YouTube and promptly achieved over 5 lakh views.

The beautifully poised portrayal of the recently wedded couple, tongue-tied Jayanta and
reserved Jurima, both in their forties, and the awkward proximity brought on by being stuck
at home due to the pandemic was extremely endearing.

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It is commendable how the very young writer Harsh Siddhanta, could come up with such a
mature story.

What was the experience like, working with the team, particularly because it was shot during
the pandemic?

Lima : ‘Arranged’ was a very refreshing experience. When I was received a call and was told
about ‘Arranged’, I felt very happy and excited because it had come at a time when we were
confined to our homes because of the Covid pandemic. Moreover, after ‘Aamis’, I was
naturally very eager and raring to put my acting skills to use. In fact, I was very touched when
Harsh confessed that he had kept me in mind while writing the role of Jurima.

Because of the pandemic, all the discussions, decision-making and even the rehearsals took
place through online meetings. You will be surprised to know that we had the script in hand,
the casting was sorted, but we had not yet found someone to direct the film. Finally, Samujjal
Kashyap, who had won National Award in the documentary category came on board as our
director and we were good to go.

Even after everything was in order, we kept
stalling the shooting because of the ongoing
pandemic. Finally the film was shot in the month
of September 2020 and the shooting was
completed in two days while maintaining strict
Covid protocols.

Monideepa : A big round of applause for another
beautiful performance, Lima. With calculated
exchange of words, both you and Ranjeev Lal
Baruah emoted through your expressions. How was your equation with him? By the way, I
have known Ranjeev since he was a young boy and I have very keenly followed his impressive
career graph.

Lima : Oh...!! I too have known Ranjeev since a long time. Apart from being a seasoned actor
and a thorough gentleman, he also happens to be a good friend; in fact he is married to my
cousin. So, it was very comfortable and pleasant acting with him. Then of course, the writer
Harsh himself was like a breath of fresh air in the role of the cheeky and outspoken tenant.
It was good fun working together.

As far as dialogues is concerned, I am quite miserly with words. My point is, why speak three
sentences if what needs to be conveyed can be done through a single sentence?! (Laughs)

Monideepa : When we watch a movie, it usually comes off as a smooth finished product. But
naturally there is a lot of hard work involved ; early / late night shoots, rehearsals, brainstorming
before shots, retakes, technical difficulties and so on. Are you as calm and composed as you
come across or do you sometimes feel stressed out and annoyed? And if you do, then how
do you usually cope with such stressful situations?

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Lima : I have been very fortunate because I have thoroughly enjoyed shooting for both
‘Aamis’ and ‘Arranged’.

I believe that when you are passionate about what you are doing, you become so involved and
enjoy it so much that the strains and struggles appear trivial. Probably because I love acting
so much, I am consumed by the will to put my heart and soul into it and that is perhaps why
my mind does not stray towards these issues.

Of course, a lot of brainstorming and sometimes several retakes precede the final take of
certain scenes; and that can be taxing, but when we arrive at the desired result, it is so
rewarding that it belittles everything else.

You see, the shooting of a particular scene is not just about the actor; there are over 40-50
other people involved; some of them are not even directly involved for that particular shot but
are still there to support. The energy that emanates when so many people are working together
with such sincerity and dedication, acts as a driving force for me and at that point of time,
I feel that I have to deliver at any cost, not just for my own sake, but for the sake of the film
and the entire team.

For instance, in ‘Aamis’, the scene wherein I taste the meat cooked by Suman for the first
time was shot very late at night, around 3 :30 am to be precise. I am sure you can imagine
that the idea of eating meat or anything for that matter at such an ungodly hour was almost
disgusting, yet, the the scene demanded that it should look as if I am relishing it. It was a
tough call, but the fact that each and every member of the team was awake and waiting for
the shot and the eager anticipation written on their faces was enough to make me to put
everything aside, get into the groove and perform.

But yes, I shall not deny that once the schedule has been completed and everything has been
wrapped up, a prolonged but very satisfying fatigue overcomes me.

Monideepa : So far, we have seen you in movies with strong scripts. Are you open to acting
in commercial cinema or would you be happy to continue doing films with content that would
perhaps cater to a niché audience?

Lima : Frankly speaking, I have never been inclined towards commercial cinema. I have been
a big fan of Shabana Azmi and Smita Patil but mostly loved the roles that they have portrayed
in the art house genre.

As far as I am concerned, I am open to experimenting and trying out different roles provided
the character is relatable. I would not push myself to do a song and dance role because it
would appear unrealistic. At this stage of my life, with a stable career and family, I just want
to do what I would genuinely enjoy doing, which is why I see myself associated with films
with artistic work rather than popular entertainment.

Monideepa : Can you share a little on the projects that you have worked on other than the
two films and also the ones that are in the pipeline?

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Lima : Well.... talks are on about making ‘Arranged Part 2’. After the overwhelming response
generated by the film, we are naturally very keen as well as cautious about making an equally
good sequelae which will be as appealing and entertaining to the audience. So yes, I am really
looking forward to it.

There were a few good projects that had come up but unfortunately they had to be shelved
due to the Covid pandemic.

I enjoyed acting in the web series ‘Tomar Oppekhyat’ by Kenny Basumatary which was
released on Reeldrama App.

I have done a significant cameo role in

‘AmuthiPuthi’. This very interesting film marks the directorial debut of Kulanandini, who was
a part of ‘Aamis’. It is expected to be released soon.

Then, I am also doing Bhaskar Hazarika’s next film which is a Bollywood production. It is
an ‘Anthology’ comprising twelve stories that will be directed by accomplished directors of
different parts of the country. Again, it belongs to the horror genre, but is based on real stories
that have taken place during the recent pandemic.

I have also done a couple of dramas namely ‘True and False’ directed by Rohan Kumar Das
and ‘Agnigarh’ written by noted playwright and litterateur Late Arun Sharma Dev and directed
by celebrated theatre director Shri Avinash Sharma.

Monideepa : Assamese films are certainly setting very high standards and young filmmakers
are making a mark. What advice would you give to the next generation of Assamese children
and youngsters who are keen on making a career in acting?

Lima : Assamese cinema has received recognition and acclaim for its artistic and sensitive
portrayals since a very long time. There has never been a dearth of talented writers and
filmmakers and Assamese films have made a mark in the National Awards over the years. It
is very heartening to see more and more young talents making good cinema.

As far as joining the industry as an actor is concerned, it is very important to have some prior
training. My Guru Shri Jatin Goswami Sir had said something very pertinent, “You cannot
teach acting, but you can teach the tools of acting.”

Acting requires the actor’s own sensibility and experience; but through the tools of acting,
the actor can learn about the different expressions that would convey the different emotions
such as anger, despair, fear joy, contentment etc etc; it is very important ‘learn’ to get the
expressions right.

For this, one should get enrolled either in a drama curriculum or in a dance curriculum; not
just any dance, but classical dance. Because dance is all about facial expressions, body
movements and fluidity. It also teaches discipline. If one can acquire the basic foundation and
learn these things when the body and mind are flexible, it is bound to be helpful later on, if
and when one takes up acting.

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People tell me, “You are very lucky!”, but it is not just luck; all the years of training as a
classical dancer right from childhood was the ‘homework’ that has helped me while acting.

So, one must remember that nothing comes easy; there is always a lot of hard work involved. Luck
is limited to ‘getting the chance’, but it is only hard work that will bring success. Opportunities
do not always come easily, so one must remain on the lookout and be ready to grab it.

Another point which I would like to mention is that, it is important to look at filmmaking and
entertainment in a wider perspective. What I mean to say is, alongside acting, it is very useful
to acquire some knowledge about the other aspects of filmmaking, such as direction, editing,
cinematography etcso as toto broaden the horizon. It not only improves the quality of work
as an actor but eventually it makes it possible to pursue what one is best at because I always
feel one must do something for the joy of doing it, be it in front or behind the camera.

Monideepa : Very well said, Lima. I am certain it will be very helpful for upcoming actors.

As the concluding question, may I ask you to throw some light on how you manage to cope
with profession, passion and parenting so efficiently?

Lima : (Laughs) My husband and I are both Dental Surgeons. Earlier, I used to practice at
our clinic, now my husband handles it. I am an Associate Professor at the Regional Dental
College. I enjoy teaching and interacting with my students. I utilise my free time in the
evenings and weekends to pursue my passion, as in, dancing and now acting.

We are a family of artists. My husband used to make paintings, but he has found his creative
calling in sculpting and has truly evolved as a sculptor.

My son started playing the piano at the tender age of three years and now he and his three closest
friends have not only formed a band but have already delivered quite a few successful performances.

So, we constantly encourage each other in our individual crafts.

I firmly believe that family support is of utmost importance for one to find satisfaction in success.

I fondly remember an incident that is very close to my heart. Minutes before one of my
Xattriya Dance recitals at the Rabindra Bhawan, my son who was just over three years kept
pacing up and down the aisle announcing in an excited voice, “My Maa will be performing
in a while”. By God’s Grace, my performance was very successful but what was most satisfying
to me was my son’s enthusiastic support. Even now, he proudly claims to be my biggest fan.

I must admit that there is nothing more rewarding than parenting. I understand that the time
I devote to dancing and acting would otherwise have been spent with my family. So, I make
a conscious effort to spend quality together.

Monideepa : Thank you so much, Lima. It was a pleasure talking to you. I wish you great
success and satisfaction in both dancing and acting. And pray that you and your family have
a healthy and happy life.

Lima : Thank you so much. I loved speaking o you too. I also extend my thanks to the
Editorial Team of Uruli. Take care. Stay safe. „

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Mindscape

HOW I WROTE A BESTSELLING BOOK
AFTER COPING WITH DEPRESSION

Antar Atreya

It was towards the end of 2015 in the final year of graduation at Ramjas College, Delhi

University. I had applied for certain universities in the US for an MS program. I made it to
a few of my dream universities but missed gaining a scholarship, and it put me in a dilemma.
Being from a middle-class household and having a younger brother who was still at school,
I concluded that going abroad with an education loan would not be prudent. Although this
decision was correct and an independent one, yet it was not an easy one to make. Right at
that time, some other issues engulfed me, and it seemed as though I was trapped with
negativities from all corners.
While I fell sick with a liver ailment, my dad required several hospitalizations with myriad
health issues. Further, my long-distance relationship of five years was falling apart. I was also
confused about whether to take up a job at hand or listen to my heart and venture onto
something entrepreneurial as the option of higher studies abroad ceased. Thus, confusion,
physical discomforts, emotional breakdown, and fear pushed me into a phase of sadness and
helplessness. I started feeling negative about my life; I could not see any future ahead. I
became clueless about what would happen next in my life. I developed a constant fear of
losing my father and being forever away from my partner. Next, things turned more bitter. I
started becoming restless with no attention or concentration ability and could not understand
anything. I had to read for my final semester papers, and I could not grasp what was wrong
with me. I just found every task tedious, every day monotonous, and even with among friends,
I found myself lost. Nothing made me feel good; nothing got me excited, and although I
wanted to share whatever I was going through with my close ones, I could not. I could not
trust anyone and felt nobody would understand me, and even if anybody could, they could
only provide sympathy but no solution.
But mid-way into the final semester, I could no longer solely handle my situation and came
home for the mid-semester break.

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At home, I confided my problem I started feeling negative about
to my mother, who was also a my life; I could not see any future
friend to me. I also met my

girlfriend, and without any effort ahead. I became clueless about
from my end, she understood my
predicaments. My girlfriend then what would happen next in my

made me feel at ease; I talked my life. I developed a constant fear of

heart out, and we frequently met losing my father and being forever
and made good memories
together. She helped me distract away from my partner. Next,
myself momentarily from my things turned more bitter. I

troublesome thoughts, and my started becoming restless with no
mother provided me with
fundamental counseling. She attention or concentration ability

talked about overcoming odds that and I could not understand

we’d often face in life and re- anything. I had to read for my
instilled in me a bit of confidence final semester papers, and I could
and the decision-making capacity.

I stayed longer than just the mid- not grasp what was wrong with
sem break and slowly began
addressing my concerns, one at a me. I just found every task
time. And fortunately, my dad, tedious, every day monotonous,

too, had started recovering, and even with among friends, I
although at a slow pace. I began
sharing my emotions with my found myself lost

closest friends and took professional help. I tried counseling as well as medication.

Moreover, my mother suggested practicing yoga to re-direct my energies, have a positive

thought and approach towards life, and feel fresh. This small act of learning yoga changed

my life significantly.

Today, I believe every action, every decision, and every move that we make in life has
significant consequences and is inter-connected. A decision that I make today about something
seemingly straightforward may later have a grave impact upon me. And this was what the
conclusion of delving into yoga was. With yoga, I developed an interest in the old school of
thoughts, philosophies, and as well as about history and spirituality. I started researching and
reading about Hinduism, its philosophies, stories and tales from our ancient texts and gradually
tried to decipher the essence of religious teachings and doctrines.

Soon I had learned that all these years, my understanding and interpretation of religion, its
principles, and the meaning I had inferred from mythological episodes was flawed and
misdirected. I started viewing things from different perspectives and went on to read the
‘Bhagawad Gita’ and Mahabharata.

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I learned many things, but the most incredible lessons were – firstly, I found how vital a virtue
patience is; secondly, I realized that the way to finding a solution is to always listen to the
authentic voice of your heart; thirdly, I understood that no matter what obstacle comes in the
way, once we have set forth on a path we should never retreat till we reach the destination.
The pace of our journey is not essential but completing the journey is.
The stay at home, my family and friends’ support, and the newfound learning from spirituality
gave me a fresh vigor. I felt rejuvenated and decided to go ahead with my life in the way my
heart said. By taking care of my health, changing certain lifestyle habits and taking medication,
I recovered from my liver ailment and overcame depression. After that, I focused on my career.
Having done numerous internships at college with corporates and start-ups, I had developed a
love and interest in entrepreneurship. Also, as a kid, I had a knack for writing. I always loved
literature and was an avid reader I had, over the years, written for several portals and had even
published a book at the age of 14. I decided to club my love for writing and entrepreneurship
together and dive into the domain of books and publishing.
First and foremost, I looked for a suitable story. I came up with a mythological tale as I had
recently read a lot about Hinduism and realized great sagas could be created with inspiration
from it. Next, I did market research and analysis, visited book launches, literary fests, and
such meets to interact with people from the publishing industry and authors, both newbies
and celebrated ones. I soon understood how things in the industry worked. An author also
had the responsibility of coming up with innovative book promotional tactics and actively
push its visibility.
With all my lessons learned and information garnered about the publishing industry, I invested
two and a half years writing and editing my book and curating a suitable marketing campaign
for it. And when the book came out, things fell into place as it was able to gain readers’ love,
critics’ praise, and media attention. I traveled across the country doing live events and interacting
with thousands of readers. The book soon hit the Bestseller List, won a major award, and sold
copies in excess of 20,000. However, the biggest reward for me was that the entire journey
helped me understand myself better and infused in me the virtues of patience and hard work,
and accepting both success and rejection in the same manner. „

AntarAtreya is the author of Chronicles of the
Mortal Vishnu - An Amazon & Crossword Bestseller

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Small Drops of Heaven

Pallavika Barthakur

After defeating one full year of stress, anxiety, and fear, we have learned to live with crisis and

found innovative ways to overcome new hurdles. However, it feels like once again this pandemic
is taking a grip over our Earth. This one year taught us lessons some way or the other. And I
firmly believe the stronghold that many of us got on ourselves will again help us to defeat this
current wave of calamity. I feel elated and enlightened too, as I found some innate truths of life.
And today, I want to share with you a few.

Whenever I look at my child who is now five, I at once realize the inherent truth “small children
just do not need a reason to be happy”. How nice it would have been if we too could be happy in
a similar way whenever we want, right? However, adult brains are wired in such a way that the
state of feeling energized can come only at certain spikes of time, that’s only when there is a reason
to be happy. This has made me reflect! Is it possible to write down some tips to be happy each day?
After all, anything begins with starting something and not procrastinating. What can be a better
way to feel contended at this moment when I am counting reasons to be happy!

In the first place, whoever is reading this now; please know that you are blessed. All because you
are alive to read and this is a reason to smile, and to thank the Invisible Power for the beautiful
Gift of Life. Many a time, we keep on asking Him to fulfill our wishes, for solutions to our
problems, but we often forget to thank Him for each beautiful day. This act of being grateful is
the first source of jubilation, and hence someone rightly said, “Thank You” is the Golden Word.

Second tip : I ask you to just close your eyes for a moment and consider the person who comes first.
Whoever it is, just ask yourself, is the person currently present in your life? If yes, just do not lose one
more moment and find a reason to thank that person. Found it? Then just go and do it; say “Thank
you” and the reason for this gratitude. I bet the person will smile and reciprocate beautifully. Now see
the magic, you will feel different, you will experience contentment. Let me give you a true example.
From morning till evening, I find immense reasons to be angry at my husband for small acts, sometimes
I vent out and sometimes I respond in some other way. But the other day when he was back from
office, I said the golden words “Thank You” and the reason “Because you can keep me happy, let me
be who I am”. Immediately he was delighted and he reciprocated by offering to make the cup of
evening tea. And me? I was flowing with the beauty of the moment. After all, what’s the harm in
thanking your nearest ones; it can only bring you more gains and never any losses.

Now, when you had closed your eyes if the person who first you saw is no more in your life, I
request, please do not lose a moment to become sad, instead just shift your thinking on to the
next person who is there in your life, maybe your parents, your children, your spouse, your best

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friend, or even your good neighbor. Again apply the technique to speak to him or her right now,
let it be a call if necessary, directly or indirectly just say “thank you”, the reason and again
experience the cosmic charge in your inner self.

Third tip: You may have been long planning to do something for yourself, like ordering your
favorite food, buying a dress, starting exercise, reading a book, cooking something nice or playing
with your child your favorite game, or even making a call to someone. Or maybe you have a list
of such things to do. And you do not know why exactly you have been postponing. If you are
reading this article now, I bet you have the time but the urge within you is not so great that made
you work on your pending list. So again, be happy now that this made you remember that you
need to start on something. Believe me; you can just elevate this state by quickly acting on it.
Have a diary or your laptop or mobile? Then schedule a date on it. Have the money to buy what
you want? Immediately order it. So feel accomplished by this small deed and just feel energized.

Fourth tip: Use the next golden word “Sorry”. No one can be so perfect that we do not have a
reason to be sorry about something to someone. Is it possible to use it right now and again feel
the magic, or is it possible to plan now when and how we can use it? If yes, let’s not wait. So
many times our ego stops us from using this golden word. Now self-ego is not something which
if you want you can leave it right now as you read. Observe, let us not go and do this at the cost
of self-respect; not needed, because self-respect brings self-love. However, if there is a clash
with self-ego, then maybe we have a chance here to move ahead and do an act good for ourselves.
I believe saying sorry or using ways to apologize is very easy, which if we reflect on, can actually
take us to another topic of discussion, and I do not wish to elaborate on that here. So, just trust
me, when this “sorry” is needed for someone you live with, it becomes even easier. And here you
know now, what needs to be done next.

Fifth tip: Learn to appreciate. You can go a long way in winning hearts and making more friends
just by the art of appreciation. The happiness one can get by acknowledging, praising, and
making someone’s day is pure bliss. So I never step back from truly appreciating someone, and
I know you can do that too.

My dear friends, please understand; just thinking about or writing through these four small but
strong foundations of happiness, has brought in me a great sense of attainment. Maybe it came in
drops, so what? If “small drops of water can make an ocean”, why not allow small acts in daily
life to make it more accomplished and divine. „

Pallavika Barthakur a management professional, a blogger, and influencer, who
wholeheartedly believes in work-life balance. Originally, from Jorhat, Assam,
she has been residing with her family in Bangalore for the last 12 years. She also
loves music, singing, traveling, and food.
Blog: https://medium.com/@pallavikabarthakur
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pallavikasinnerspace/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/pallavika17

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The Year That Was

A Brush with Sci-fi

Nandini Sen Das

It is not everyday of our lives that we get a chance at writing about a catastrophe that shook

the world! Yet, my brain went blank and I felt numb just thinking that I have to pen down
what we are still living, a pandemic – The Covid-19. Most of us grew up hearing stories of
the Partition of India, Division of Bengal, famine, nuclear bombing of Japan, Subhash Chandra
Bose almost driving out the British rulers from the Indian soil as our grandparents narrated
each one of these experiences like feature films. Some of us have lived through and added
grey strands with experiences like Babri Masjid demolition, Godhra, Kargil, the recent
tumultuous CAA that divided hearts and scarred our souls, yet paved way for a new dawn.

In a nutshell, these generations fell, they broke, they collected the pieces and moved on. But
with this current pandemic, irrespective of developed or developing nation, the sense and
sensibility of entire mankind went up for a toss in the troposphere! What we witnessed, taught
us new lessons on social and political mannerisms, and above all taught us to exhibit responsible
behavior.

My super-short stint as a biotechnology researcher and an advanced degree in it took me not
only to classrooms and conferences that spoke volumes about epidemics, quarantines, treatment
and prognosis but also allowed me a sneak peek into killer characteristics of viruses. Yet in
my wildest dreams, I did not imagine that the fictitious medical mysteries written by Robin
Cook were to come alive in my otherwise peaceful life.

The loss of my father in later half of 2019 had engulfed me in such despair and a sense of
being lost in a jungle that no amount of serene vacations or pilgrimage or my regular chores
of being a homemaker could pacify my grieving heart. As I was preparing to travel from
Bangalore to my hometown Guwahati to spend the summers with my lonely mother, there
came a bolt from the blue – the much innews Covid-19 had arrived and the Prime Minister
announced in national television that we were to be in lockdown to keep ourselves safe from
the deadly viral attack.

What did that mean for someone like me? First and the most important, the cook and the
house help were to be done away with, groceries and fancy edibles to be stopped, medical
box reloaded! All of us sat tight at home, drew up new norms of hygiene and sanitization of
anything that came from out of our doors and decided not to step out at all. Things were going
great for sometime – I indulged in gardening, baking, loads of television, cooking unimaginable

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cuisines (for a not so fanatic cook
like me), story telling and what
not. I felt great that I was highly
successful in maintaining a
harmonious family life amidst
dreaded news of the virus
affecting my country and also
engaging my children at home
with many activities. They learnt
household chores and even to
read and write my mother tongue
– Bengali. Little did I know that these feelings were to be soon crushed under heavy emotional
weights of loneliness, monotony and resentment against the compelling situation!

Neither my university degree nor my faith in the Lord could settle my restless mind. Even
access to all the exciting web series of the world didn’t help! I wasn’t able to visit my mom,
meet my friends or even visit my ill aunt in the hospital who always stood by me in every
little need of mine. However, I held ground and expressed myself very positively in all family
Whatsapp group and other social media. Meanwhile, my inner peace crumbled!

I grumbled a lot and soon got tired of that too. With all the misery around me, friends affected
by Covid-19, qualified people volunteering and my personal compulsion to serve and protect my
family by staying indoors was growing as a wound with a thousand tentacles inside me.

“There’s light at the end of the tunnel” – as the saying goes, an idea struck me. Instead of
lamenting, why not invest my thoughts and actions differently. I started writing about places
of interest in my native state Assam for an online web portal on Northeast India and to my
great surprise, it was well received. I was already a volunteer with an emotional support group
named Connect To Heal and now I started organizing online cancer awareness campaigns,
yoga and pranayama sessions for patients and care givers, Ayurvedic talks on cancer prevention
and cure etc. My feeling of uselessness
had slowly begun to heal as I noticed
that mental health has been on the wrong
foot for many of us during this pandemic.

My daughters, husband and even my
septuagenarian mother-in- law
participated in online cultural programs
like Rabindra Jayanti and Bihu. The
energy and time required to put up the
shows from home took my mind off the
pandemic. The cultural angle gave me
two perspectives – it filled me with
immense pride that my girls were able

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I was already a volunteer with an to imbibe their parents’ cultural
interests and second, that they
emotional support group named did not know much about their

Connect To Heal and now I started family background and the forces
that established their parents in
organizing online cancer the society. The Universe

awareness campaigns, yoga and probably understood my desire

pranayama sessions for patients when my husband’s employers
like many other IT organizations
and care givers, Ayurvedic talks on granted him work-from-home

cancer prevention and cure etc. opportunity for the next 6
months.
My feeling of uselessness had

slowly begun to heal as I noticed Yes, I was desperate to go back
that mental health has been on to my roots for as long as this
opportunity lasted and my
the wrong foot for many of us
daughters were attending schools

during this pandemic. online. No, I was not returning
to give anything back to my

community as a part of my social responsibility towards the state. I came back to let my

children learn about the root system of the giant tree they found shade and shelter in. It was

of immense importance to me that they explore their extended family and the pristine beauty

and values of the East.

Luckily for us, the Covid situation was under control in Assam and we managed fun trips to
Kaziranga National Park, celebrated Saraswati puja at our school, visited and sought blessings
from our closest relatives as well as took a memorable road trip to the most beautiful state
I have visited so far – Arunachal Pradesh. The deep valleys, serpentine rivers, snow clad
mountains, frozen lakes and heart wrenching tales of sacrifices made by our Armed forces to
protect our country against invading neighbors left a deep impact on our minds.

Nature’s fury or a man-made disaster, it is not over yet as I write this. The second wave has
hit our country again and we preparing to lock ourselves indoors like the previous year. Of
course, this time, I have pinned my hope on the vaccine available and my innate resistance
to negative emotions that I have harnessed during the last year. This too shall pass! „

Nandini Sen Das lives in Bangalore

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2020 Blackboard to Keyboard

Farzana Saadulla

One fine afternoon, I reached a place in the outskirts of Bangalore with my husband and felt

a deep sense of connection with the serene atmosphere all around. On my second visit, I fell
in love with the greenery and got a chance to interact with a few kids. Yes, kids. This is not
a resort or any touristy location, but my workplace—my Vidyadaan school. Started in 2009
by L.G. Chandrasekhar and Geetha Chandrasekhar, it is a school that provides free education
to the rural and underprivileged children in and around Doddaballapur village. It started as
small school with only 2 teachers and 48 children in LKG and has only grown and expanded
since then. In the current year, we have 550 children with a dedicated staff of around 30
teachers. Vidyadaan provides quality education to all the students along with free meals. The
Vidyadaan curriculum is designed keeping in mind practice-based pedagogy to suit the needs
of our children. The school also organizes health check-ups annually for all the students
including all vaccinations.

I am very proud to be a part of the Vidyadaan family. It is a place I love to be at and with
each passing day, I learn something new and grow as an individual. These children are the
cutest kids I have ever met and they have taught me so much about life. I just enjoy the
learning process in this school and the time I spend with the children in school. All these kids
come from the weaker sections of the society but I would like to emphasize that they have

the biggest hearts and all they know is
to love and share. Yes, they are indeed
naughty, after all, they are kids, aren’t
they; but with all ups and downs in
their lives, they love coming to school
with a dream of achieving something
big in life.

The year 2020 was a very challenging
one for all of us and we are still
struggling to get back to the pre-
COVID times, just hoping and praying
that we don’t have to accept the so
called ‘new normal” lifestyle. In March
2020, when all of a sudden, schools

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were asked to close down and the „
lockdown was imposed, schools of the
city announced online classes. It was
a big task for all schools to plan and
start online classes. My daughters
immediately hijacked my digital
devices and perhaps, that is what
happened to most parents as well.
Different delivery techniques and
logistics of online classes were worked
upon by the schools and parents were
there to help their children at home.

However, it wasn’t so for our school. The scenario was completely different. Our biggest
challenge was to connect with our students. We opened school records to collect contact
numbers of all students and went about segregating all those numbers village by village in a
very short period of time. Then we called each parent and explained to them about online
classes. It was indeed a tough job to make the parents understand the need for online classes
and how it would be conducted. Also, many numbers did not work. After this massive initial
survey, the second challenge was to figure out ways to conduct the online classes as many
children did not have a smartphone or digitally-enabled device. Vidyadaan’s Founder Mr.
Chandrasekhar, along with few teachers, visited the villages personally to speak with parents
and convince them about online classes. Finally, after a lot of planning and preparations, our
teachers started the online classes.

Our children could attend classes only after their parents returned from work, as most families
just shared one phone. Parents of most of the children work at factories or as farm-hands or
as household helps and only come back home in the evening. Children would have to wait
for them to return and attend classes using their phones. Our classes started via WhatsApp
initially, but slowly, children became comfortable using different apps and online tools. However,
there still remained a large number of children whose parents could not afford to buy smartphones.
This was overcome when the school stepped in to provide smartphones, along with a number
of NGOs, donors and well-wishers. Despite these efforts, some issues still remained as the
online medium was new to both the children and their parents. As an example, most families
didn’t have money to recharge their phone when data packs ran out and as a result those children
would miss their classes. Nevertheless, the children became resilient—they would go to each
other’s houses to copy notes and even parents stepped in and tried their best to arrange for
whatever their daughters and sons needed to ensure they attend classes regularly.

For me, this was a huge learning experience. We teachers put in a lot of effort to learn new
technologies, apps and tools to make classes engaging and interesting. It was not easy managing
the house, family and classes. But with the help of my very supportive husband and daughters,
I managed to sail through the difficult days. Online learning was also fun at times. On one

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Despite occasion, my five year old daughter would often be by my side
these playing while I taught a class and to my surprise one day, she
efforts, recited a poem I was teaching in class. On another occasion, during
class, when I asked my students to switch on their cameras, I was
some issues surprised to find their parents sitting beside them. Everyone started
still laughing and said, “Madam, we all want to learn some English!”

remained as Where there is a will, there is indeed a way. When the school
the online management over a conference call, at the time when the country
medium was went into a lockdown, asked all teachers to start online classes, none
new to both of us had any clue as to how this would happen. Mr. Chandrasekhar
the children and our principal told us one thing—that we needed to make it happen
and their as they didn’t want the children to suffer and lose any learning
opportunities. That was it. I am extremely proud of our school
parents management and the staff because we made it happen for our children.
We successfully completed one year of challenging yet fun and fruitful
learning through online means.

Benjamin Franklin has said, “An investment in knowledge pays the
best interest,” and I truly believe in this saying. I feel it is our moral
responsibility to make a genuine contribution towards educating

everyone in whichever way we can. „

Farzana Saadulla lives in Bangalore

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Teaching Challenges

During the Pandemic

Alekha Kakoti

With the closure of educational institutions during the lockdown due to the Corona virus

pandemic, the country witnessed a paradigm shift in the whole education sector. Left with
no other option, educational institutions initiated an unplanned and rapid move to online
teaching and learning with very little or no preparation.

Gone are the days when smartphones were banned in schools. Today, teaching and learning
are encouraged through various digital means and tech savvy devices. This whole transition,
and the massive change has proved to be quite challenging for everyone, especially the
teachers. Schools and teachers have been forced to adapt to e – learning leaving the traditional
way of teaching, with a faint ray of hope to returning to the physical classrooms soon. The
adapting to technology took time but teachers accepted the challenge and have come out
victorious. Besides teaching online using various gadgets and devices, teachers also had to
support the students in completing their assessments and tests and also stay in constant touch
with parents through WhatsApp groups besides handling their own home and children.

Every crisis and challenge also paves ways and opportunities for transformation and new
ideas and methodologies. Teachers have been the closest witness of the various challenges and
hurdles that the pandemic and
lockdown brought into the lives
of their students, apart from
their own lives and jobs. Many
teachers were taking online
classes for the first time. Lack
of appropriate materials and
resources and learning to use
different tools for online
teaching were some primary
hurdles that the teachers faced.
Some other hurdles faced
during the online classes were
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etiquette, parents hovering around
during online classes, maintaining
discipline online, lack of in service
training, lack of cooperation from
the parents, lack of internet
facilities to the students etc.
All said and done, this pandemic
has also been a learning phase for
everyone, although it has left a long
term disastrous effect. I personally
believe that this pandemic and
lockdown has been a reminder that
teachers have to be ready and adaptive toward any challenge or hurdle at all times.
Many in our fraternity have suffered a lot from the ill – effects of the pandemic, such as death
in the family, pay cuts, depression, etc but they stood firm. As the education system copes
with the crisis of reducing the long term effect of the pandemic on the lives of teachers and
students and the teaching and learning process, the mission should be to recover stronger.
Teachers and educators are also facilitators in the development of students. They are not just
knowledge givers but also mentors and guides to their students in every aspect of their lives.
The theme for World Teacher’s Day, 2020 rightly says, “Teachers : Leading in Crisis,
Reimagining the Future”. Certain things have no substitutes and the need of the hour is to
consider teachers’ expertise and judgement in the future of education; as well as build trust
with teachers in order to smoothen and strengthen the teaching and learning process. It will
accelerate and enhance the welfare of both teachers as well as students. „

Alekha Kakoti hails from Golaghat and is currently serving as a teacher cum educator at Little Flower
Higher Secondary School, Dibrugarh. She enjoys cooking authentic Assamese dishes, gardening and hiking

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Patience, Resilience, Compassion
My Touchstones

Dr. Thokchom Santa

2020, the year that will be remembered by each one of us. The year that taught

us to have more Patience, be more Resilient, and have more Compassion.

This year, has given me what I always wanted. Never did I think that my dream,
since I was 10, would come alive, when this Pandemic hit the world. I was
happy and at the same time, really scared.Each morning, I would embrace the
day with my mind full of fear, but deep down in my heart, my belief that I
would win someday..

DR SANTA ANIMAL HEALTHCARE was inaugurated on, Feb. 05th, 2020,
officially. However, the turning point which gave birth to this big plunge was
a complicated pregnancy. YES, like, every other
woman, I too had my share of complicacies-
biochemical pregnancy, Cholestasis of
Pregnancy, Hypothyroidism,and high risk of
Gestational diabetes. Any woman who has gone
through this phase and conditions, ouldknow,
how the day and night starts and ends.

At that time, came my dear husband with a
notepad and a pen in hand, and handing them to
me, announced “Start sketching your dream
project”. It was then that I learned a word, `Trade
off’ from my B-School educated husband. It
was a word that I hated in the beginning; but
then, I used it well, during this phase of my
life. I started to‘trade-off’ those fears, unseen
worries, those haunting moments, instead with
designing and sketching DR SANTA AHC.

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It certainly wasn’t a bed of roses. Being a male
dominated profession, I was questioned, I was
warned, I was compared, I was monitored. But
I knew what I was doing. It wasn’t a mere job
for me anymore, it was a and is a Passion. And
who dare stop it! I had the full support of my
husband, who stood firm along with me and
gave me strength.

The joy and satisfaction that comes to my
daughter when she introduces her mom as a Vet,
pulls me through all the hardships, and makes it
completely worthwhile. Her bed-time stories are
not about Princess and their happily ever after.
For her, it’s all about what happens inside the
operation theatre, how lives are saved, what care
and compassion are all about; such bed-time
stories will continue for the little one too. There
is no cartoon channel, nor do they need high end
interactive videos; ALEXA, randomly playing the sounds of cats and dogs, make her day. I
know that she too, will be proud of her Momma, when she grows up….

Getting a call from my alma mater, from the Dean herself, to give a virtual presentation to
the professors and the student strength of 300+ was an overwhelming feeling and speaking
on the Topic, ‘Veterinarian Beyond Boundaries’, through my own work in the field made feel
that I had indeed achieved something.

Back at, DR. SANTA, AHC, everyone of us were the Covid warrior. Our Home delivery team
went out far and near catering to the need of the clients, delivering essential medicines and
food. Our team of vets were all ears through video consultations throughout for the clients
who were skeptical to come out,over and above dealing with the daily OPD’s. We were the
first of its kind hospital that displayed the Break the Chain slogan in the entrance of the
hospital, and the administer the protocol of sanitization, maintaining social distancing by
giving the prior appointments 30 mins apart in each case. These steps received good applause
from the fraternity and clients. The animal transport van became the talk of the town, catering
to one and all. We were the first team to send out the awareness videos to the clients regarding
the pandemic and how to take care of their pets. As a result, in a span of 3-4 months, the
happy clients, therescuers, the animal lover groups, far and wide put up DR. SANTA, AHC,
at par with the best animal care hospital in the country.

Competition and comparison are words that I have never liked, yet the world wants and needs
them. So I let them be, never letting them enter my head. I led the team silently in my own
way, making our action do the talk. We provided all the world class services, taking care of
all minute details. It didn’t mean that, we were catering to only to the high-end clients. We

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were and are doing our bit in serving and treating the strays too. We kept two slabs of
discounted rates for the treatment of the strays, to encourage the good Samaritans, who want
to help the strays have a healthy life and for those who needed emergency care. This option
happens to be and the first of its kind in the whole of veterinary hospital until date. We lent
our helping hand in finding new homes and shelter for the abandoned and handicapped ones.
Abandoning pets was a common thing last year, and we started receiving distress calls, almost
every day. This was very disheartening. We tried hard to find new homes, foster parents and
shelters for these abandoned pets; and succeeded almost all. We ourselves took in, 3 of them.
And now, they are our Hospital pets, Lily, Leo and Mayo. They have become Covid warriors
too. Leo became the blood donor for a critically ill, Pug who was driven down all the way
from Andhra Pradesh fighting the Covid blockade. Such were the moments of victory.

It was an equally awesome moment uniting an indie, to his owner in the UK after passing out
the Covid protocols, that took six long month, and then, receiving his picture flaunting his
reflective raincoat in the middle of the London street.

Covid gave us lot of Hope and never die attitude, when we started the chemotherapy of two
Labradors. Amidst the blockade, the ban, the fear, the uncertainty these two soul taught us
that life’s short and so let’s do all the good things without wasting a minute. Fortunately,
they pulled on their 17 weeks and 19 weeks chemotherapies and fought real brave. I learned
good many lessons, rather Covid taught me so many new chapters. And I didn’t realize how
2020 passed so soon.

The Pandemic continues. And as I’m writing down, the memories of 2020, I’m taking care
and in charge of my Covid [+]ve husband, who’s having the treatment ,under home quarantine.

I’m not a Superwoman, but I know Women are the superior species. So a shout out to all the
beautiful woman to remain positive, held your head high and be what you want to be.

Right now, I need to be the ‘monster’, distracting the super active 2 years old naughty lady,
not to bring the CZ inside this 4 bhk flat ! And then give company to my other 12 years old,
super active lady who’s irritated sitting in front of her system, counting the days till she can
go out in the open play field and set her spirit free.

I’m still educating my live-in maid, on how to sanitize, disinfect and wash the utensils used
by a Covid [+]ve person in the house. She’s the other woman in my life, whom I thank from
the core of my heart, each day.

Such stories will go on. And let’s anticipate that the Pandemic brings new lease of hope in
a good way for the Mankind to be Happier, Healthier and Stronger…. „

Dr. Thokchom Santa is the founder of Santa AHC.
She lives in Bangalore with her husband and two daughters.

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The Year of
Business as (Un)Usual

Chiranjib Barthakur

The silence of death

19th December 2019! It was a bright sunny morning and a quiet working day at Bangalore

International Airport (BLR Airport). The regular management review meeting was in progress
with serious dialogue on ongoing new runway and terminal projects. Management was quite
concerned about the delay;howeverthe Chief Project Officer pacified them saying that the
billion dollar projects would be delivered on time. Just before the end of the meeting, my
manager, who is also responsible for disaster and public health at BLR airport showed a
small news clipping to the management.The clippingshowed how a new viral disease was
silently spreading in China. All nodded their heads; few simple questions and the discussion
was over in less than 90 seconds. Nobody realized that it was the decisive moment and what
was looming in the future.

News, rumors and reality

31st December 2019! The world was preparing itself to
welcome 2020 and we were no different. We along with
our family friends were celebrating the last day of 2019.
Just before midnight, I got an alert that the disease that
had been the talking point, might be very realand there
might be an official admission shortly. I didn’t want to
spoil anyone’s mood at home and so kept the news to
myself. But my risk management instinct told me that
something bigger was going to happen.

The bomb just exploded in India

30th January 2020! All hell broke loose, the first case was reported in India and it was in our
neighboring state Kerala. A panic wave triggered across the offices of BLR Airport.

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Since the beginning of 2020, I, as the anchor of
Enterprise Risk Management, started working with
the C-suite for assessment of the oncoming risk,
probable impacts on the airport and risk mitigation
strategies. However, none outside the core team
was aware ofany of these internal developments.
As the first task, on the very same day, we released
an Employee Advisory through HR on Do’s &
Don’ts and ensured the leadership commitments
towards containment of the disease and support to
all the employees and their families. We were preparing ourselves for the worst; both from
financial impact and human safety.

A tale of two pink lines

23rd March 2020! My significant-other, Abirata, showed me the most awaited test result, the
two pink lines! We were thrilled, overjoyed and concerned; the COVID conundrum was just
in its peak. From W.H.O. to governments across the globe were perplexed at the rapid
spread of the virus andunable to decide what would be the appropriate step. I stepped out
of my house, just like on a regular day, with joy in my mind and with full positivity; but
it did not last long. I saw barricades everywhere and heavy presence of security personnel.
They were not allowing any vehicles to move beyond a certain point. I showed my airport
pass and ID card; the security person did not pay heed to it. His stern tone and body
language were a clear reflection of the seriousness of the order from their HQ. I could
clearly foresee doomsday ahead.

The lockdown

25th March 2020! Everything changed; the
bustling streets of Bengaluru were quiet,
fear was instilled in the minds of people,
everyone started to doubt the other; who
knows who was carrying the virus. Life
took a drastic turn both professionally and personally. I was one of the core members of the
COVID War Group that BLR Airport has formed. There was a flurry of regulations by various
authorities; Disaster Management Act was invoked. We were struggling to keep pace with the
implementation of the new rules. Some rules were changed within hours leaving us in havoc.
The airport call centre phones were buzzing with calls 24X7. There was absolute mayhem
inside under the wrap of deep silence outside.

Tackling the COVID-19 crisis

Date? Does not matter anymore! COVID- 19 management for BLR airport had been entrusted
to our team. The mandate was to manage the crisis and never allow the pandemic to become

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a disaster. It was an enormous responsibility and there was no margin of error. Work from
home, which never existed at our airport, was introduced and it was difficult to keep pace how
things had been evolving.

We were about to shift to a new residence but had to stop that abruptly. We had already sold
almost all furniture and there was hardly anything except a bed. Aarhi, my 5 year old daughter,
was furious that she could not go anywhere, and couldn’t play with anyone. Initial symptoms
of pregnancy like mood swing, vomiting and nausea were kicking in; to add to this, work life
balance was completely thrown out of gear as I had been working almost 14/15 hours a day,
in time of this crisis, to protect the people and our organization. Airport was shut down, but
immediately we jumped into the unlock strategy. We realized that ‘the abnormal’was going
to be ‘the new normal’. All areas of the airport, which the maintenance team never been able
to touch due to heavy passenger flow saw a ray of hope and went under deep cleaning and
repair. The airport layout had been redesigned. Safety protocols had been introduced. Contactless
travel was one of the key changes among others. Cargo operations were in full swing during
this entire lockdown period to ensure that there was no short supply of essential items in any
place of India and abroad. Soon, repatriation flights were allowed to transit stranded passengers
across the globe. BLR airport played significant role in transiting thousands of stranded
people. Namma Chethana program was launched to provide 3500 daily meals to the nearby
community during the lockdown period and approx.4.3 lacs meals over a period of 4 months.
All these were happening when I needed
to take extra care of Abirata and regularly
took her for medical tests. The work
pressure was tremendous during the
lockdown, but it’s because of this
lockdownthat we had been able to stay
24X7 as one family for almost 6 months
which otherwise would not have been
possible in life. This changed our lives
forever for better. Even at the professional
level, we as an airport community,
developed a strong bonding towards each
other and now we are much better
connected than pre-covid era.

COVID-19 changed the way we think what life is! It proved again that reality is stranger than
fiction. It was a year of business as (un)usual. „

Chiranjib Barthakur is a seasoned risk professional with 15+ years of experience in Enterprise Risk Management
(ERM) & currently working as Assistant General Manager at Bangalore International Airport. He had worked with
global companies like Prudential & ING earlier. He has been credited with creating first ever ERM Policy & ERM
structure for any Indian airport (BLR airport). He is a commerce graduate, PGDBM with dual specialization in
Finance & Marketing and has attended Executive Education Program at IIM Bangalore.

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HOMECOMING

Nayanava Sarma

It was 14th of March 2020 and my workplace had

announced a holiday due to Covid-19.I went to my sister
and brother-in-law’s friends’ place to spend my weekend
and would have gone back to my PG to my PG but the
holidays were extended by another week. I had also planned
a surprise visit to my parents without giving them a hint
that I was travelling. However, a Janata Curfew was
announced soon and I was left with no option but had to
stay with my friends for another couple of days. The first
few days of lockdown were extremey boring for me but
gradually my sister’s friend (Ana Ba) and I started preparing
different varieties of food. We also binge watched a couple
of series. Being a Dance Instructor in Delhi Public School,
Whitefield, I thought it would be good use of time and creativity if made some dance videos
and thus started making a few of them and uploading them on my YouTube channel.

I was really happy when Axom Haat, an ethnic food shop in Bangalore that delivers the taste
of Assam with tons of homely love requested me to come live from their Facebook page on
May 6th. I performed the Dasavatar Nritya in Sattriya style. Then on 3rd June, a YouTube
channel named, Aastitva asked me to choreograph a dance with a message related to the
current situation of covid-19 for their channel. Very soon the online classes of my school
started so I had to give full time on that as well. Along with my school classes, I had my
private dance tuitions too. During lockdown I was really worried as to how to teach online
dance to my cute little students. However, I must say their parents were really supportive and
I didn’t feel any difficulty at all. They are now learning Sattriya Dance under my guidance.
I finally went back to my PG in June after a full 3 months. I also spent time with another
friend of my sister’s Archanaba for a few days. There too, I made a few videos for my
YouTube channel, and attended a couple of webinars. The lockdown gave me the opportunity
to explore my passion for dance at another level. On 24th of July 2020 my Guru Ramkrishna
Talukdar Sir and Rumi Talukdar Ma’am, from whom I learnt Sattriya, asked me to come live
from their Facebook page ‘Nartan Kala Niketan’ and to share my experience and journey with
them as well as to come up with few dance performances. Another big thing that happened
to me on this day was that my sister gave birth to a little munchkin whose name is Leon and

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who calls me Mahu. I still remember that day
when I was live on Facebook; my brother-in-law
gave the wonderful news to the whole family.
With the Coronavirus outbreak changing the way
everyone in the world is working and living their
daily lives, artists are learning to adapt to a ‘new
normal’ as stage shows, art fairs, workshops and
exhibitions are being put on hold indefinitely. As
a dance teacher, I have found new ways to adapt
my classroom to the online model. While taking online classes, I found it difficult to execute
floor work without running into objects around the room. Another technological obstacle that
dancers face with online learning is being able to see a combination only one angle at a time.
This requires a dancer to spend more time reworking the orientation of movement refining
details. These challenges have complicated our ability to function academically and develop
professionally during the pandemic.
I finally decided to go home on 22nd of August 2020. My parents were very happy to meet
me after 10 long months. I continued my classes from my hometown. As we know that
practice makes a man perfect so I decided to go and practice a few dance items with my
Guru. He suggested arranging my Ranga Yatra (a dance show where we receive the title of
Visharad) since I was finally in town. Accordingly, my friends and I planned everything
within a month and on 6th of December 2020 the show was hosted successfully. It was a
big achievement for three of us.

Now the time had come to meet my cute little munchkin, my nephew. On 20th December
2020 Leon came to India for the first time. Spending time with him was one of the most
important things in my life. That was my 2020…for now, it’s time for me to come back to
Bangalore! „

Nayanava Sarma is a Dance Instructor at Delhi Public School, Whitefield

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My Stress Busters
in this Pandemic

Munindra Kumar Bharatee

The hardship and trauma experienced by people all overthe world during this Covid-19

pandemic is very well known and well documented. The respective governments and myriad
volunteer organizations are leaving no stone unturned to mitigate the situation as much as
possible. Pharmaceutical research organizations have brought out vaccines in record time.
This is all for the benefit of human populations.

The untold sufferings of the strays :

Let me talk about the most pathetic conditions being suffered by another living creature – the
stray dogs. These strays mostly live on the left-overs given to them by the hotels, restaurants
and small road side eateries. During this Covid-19 pandemic, these were closed most of the
time. The stray dogs were left starving and thirsty for days and weeks together. My wife is a
profound dog lover. She took the lead to feed nearly 100 stray dogs daily in a radius of about
5 kilometers from our home. We cooked broken rice with chicken and vegetables and went
around distributing them in the evenings. Cooking
food for 100 dogs, meant cooking them in our
regular pressure cookers for about 11 to 12times!!
It was real fun. There were elderly dogs, puppies–
it was a sight to behold – the way they come running
and assemble around us to grab a bite of the food–
it is heart-rending. We are still feeding them, but 2
to 3 days a week. This activity gave us a lot of
satisfaction and relief from the monotony of staying
locked at home during the lock-down. Of course,
we took utmost care not to talk to any people on
the road to avoid coming in contact with the virus.
Now, we are also in talks with various voluntary
organizations to help neuter the strays, so that their
population can be brought under control.

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Our Pets :
We also have six pet dogs at home for our continuous
company. They comprise of 2 Labradors and 4 local
Indian breeds. They are our darlings.

Our Gardens :
Gardens are another source for our stress relief. We
have gardens in the ground as well as in the terrace.

The Namghar : (Google – > SSCSB Axomia
Naamghor )
We are very fond of our Namghar. The Namghar in
Bangalore has given us an altogether different outlet
to release our stress from our continuous and serious
work in our respective occupations. In fact, Namghar is a real stress buster for us. The
Pandemic and the accompanying lock-downs have kept us away from our Namghar, but it did
not deter us from carrying out our Namghar related cultural & spiritual activities. We took
advantage of our latest internet and communication technologies and did few things which
possibly would not have taken place during normal times. Let us look at a few of these
activities in brief :

Bhaadomaah :

Bhaadomaah normally has the highest spiritual activities in the Namghar. It is observed with
Naam-proxongo every day. During this Covid, we decided to do the activities ONLINE. There
are 31 days in the month. We did Bhagawad path on 18 days, Kirtan path on 6 days, Ghokha
path on 3 days. We also did 3 naam-proxongos online – one by ladies group from Bangalore,
one by ladies group from Guwahati and the 3rd one by a gents group from Bangalore. We
celebrated Janmastami on one day. The highlight was that – there were participation from
Bangalore, Guwahati, Jorhat, Mongaldoi, Ahmedabad and Kuwait.

Janmastami :

We celebrated Janmastami completely online with Xatriyo dance, Loka-geets by local bhakots.
We had a fantastic dress competition by children for the dress get-ups with authentic costumes
of young Sri Krishna and Radha. We also had guest appearances from our Assamese celebrities
like Durgamoyi Bora, Swaswati Phukan and Meenakshi Medhi.

Mahapurukh Sri Sankardev Abirbhav Tithi :

We organized an attractive cultural program online. The special highlight was a talk with
our famous singer Sri Mahendra Hazarika. He was very frank and open hearted. He actually
told us about the hardship that he had gone through during his formative days. How
persistence has brought him his eventual success. He actually gave us a complete background

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about the composition of his famous song –
Jupitora. He also sang a few lines of a few songs
for us.

Launch of Xaasipat :

This is our annual publication from Namghar
Committee. We launched it online this time with
an online talk with Sri T Vijay Kumar Reddy.
Vijay Kumar Reddy is a social activist with
immense interest in temple renovations. He has
helped us in arranging the land for the Namghar.
He has also helped us in constructing the same.
He has been closely guiding us to formalize the
Namghar land with the local government
authorities. We feel really lucky and fortunate to
have Mr. Reddy as our guide and mentor. He is a very close friend and a well-wisher of our
vibrant president Colonel Chidananda Medhi.

Covid Relief to People :

We distributed food items and relief material to the needy people in two separate sessions
from our Namghar. The first group consisted of low income group of people who lost jobs
during this pandemic. We arranged rations for them. The second group consisted of people
in thousands who assembled to get the free tickets to board the first train to Assam during
the lock-down. We provided them with snacks and water while waiting for the free tickets.
Our working president Sri Naba Das took special interest in arranging this relief.

Namghar is a spiritual center. There are set-customs to be observed on a daily basis like
Lighting the chhaki (spiritual lamp) and reciting a few lines of prayers. Our Namacharya
Sri Suresh Baruah and an octogenarian devotee named Sri Dambarudhar Gogoi have been
coming to the Namghar, whenever possible to complete these routine rituals. We are really
grateful to both of them. Looking after the infrastructure and maintenance of the Namghar
in this pandemic period was another big struggle. Our dynamic Committee Members Rajeeb
Barman, Dimpu Kumar Nath, Pranjali Baishya Pathak and Mukunda Madhav Gogoi did
everything possible to keep the Namghar running in letter and spirit. They were also
instrumental in organizing all the above online events very successfully. My heartfelt gratitude
and congratulations to all of them.

As the chief advisor to the Namghar Committee, I am associated with all the above events.
It gives me and my family immense pleasure in being a part of all the activities in the
Namghar. It really provides us our much needed relief from the hectic world outside. „

Munindra Kumar Bharatee lives in Bangalore

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