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ŒÓ¬›“ Ó¬1± Δ˝√ ›¬Û11 ¬Û1± ¸ôL±ÚÀ¬ı±1fl¡ ‰¬±˝◊√ Ô±Àfl¡ ’±1n∏ ø˚·1±fl¡œÀ˚˛ ‡≈¬ı ¸±ÀÊ√±Ú-fl“¡±À‰¬±Ú fl¡ø1
‚1Õ˘ ’±À˝√ ŒÓ¬›“ ø¬ıμ±1 ÚÓ≈¬Ú ˜±fl¡1 øÚø‰¬Ú± ˝√˚˛º Œ˜±1 :±Ú-¬ı≈øXÀ˚˛ ¸˝√ÀÊ√ ¬Û1±Ê√˚˛ ¶§œfl¡±1
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˜± ¬ı≈ø˘ øfl¡˚˛ Ú±˜±Ó¬±∑ ŒÓ¬øÓ¬˚˛± ŒÓ¬Àª“± Ú±Ô±øfl¡¬ı ’±1n∏ ·±ø˘› ¬Û±ø1¬ı ŒÚ±ª±ø1¬ıºíí

˜˝◊√ ø√˚˛± ά◊¬Û±˚˛ÀȬ±Ó¬ ø¬ıμ± ¬ÛøÓ¬˚˛Ú Ú·í˘º fl¡±1Ì Ó¬±˝◊√ ¬Û≈1øÌ ˜±fl¡fl¡ Œ‡±˘± ¬Û±{√®œÓ¬ q˝◊√
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fl¡íÀ˘“±ñ ëëÓ≈¬ø˜ Œfl¡øÓ¬˚˛±› Ó¬1± Ú˝√í¬ı±, ˘±ø·À˘ ˆ¬·ª±ÀÚ ŒÓ¬±˜±fl¡ ø˚˜±ÀÚ˝◊√ ά◊8˘ Ó¬1± ˝√í¬ıÕ˘
Ú±˜±Ó¬fl¡ øfl¡˚˛ºíí ˝√ͬ±» Œfl¡±ª± ¤ÀÚ fl¡Ô±Ó¬ ô¶øyÓ¬ Δ˝√ Œ˜±1 Œ¬ıÀ‰¬1œ ˜±Ê√ÚœÀ˚˛ ¤Àfl¡± õ∂øÓ¬øSê˚˛±
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ø¬ıμ±1 ’¬Û1±Ò øfl¡ Ú±Ê√±øÚøÂ√À˘“±º øfl¡c ¬ÛøGÓ¬Úœ ‡≈άˇœ1 Ú…±˚˛±˘˚˛1 ¬Û1± Œ¬Û±ª± ’±È¬±˝◊√À¬ı±1
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≈√ø¬Û˚˛±˝◊√ ≈√ø¬Û˚˛±˝◊√ Ó¬±˝◊√fl¡ ‚∞I◊±1 ¬Û±Â√Ó¬ ‚∞I◊± øÔ˚˛ Δ˝√ Ôfl¡± Œ√ø‡À“√±, ¬Û”√ø˘˜≈‡1 ‡≈“Ȭ±Ó¬ Œ·±ÀȬ˝◊√

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ø√ÚÀȬ± ¬ı±øg ŒÔ±ª± ’ª¶ö±Ó¬ Œ√ø‡À“√± ’±1n∏ Œˆ¬±fl¡Ó¬ ˜1ø˝√ Œ˚±ª± ˜≈‡‡ÀÚÀ1 ÚÓ≈¬Ú ˜±fl¡ ’±1n∏
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¬ı±À¬ı˝◊√ Ú˝√˚˛, ø¬ıÚ±À√±¯∏ÀÓ¬± ˙±øô¶ ø√˚˛± Δ˝√øÂ√˘º ¬ÛøGÓ¬Ê√œ1 ˆ¬±Ó¬1 ¬Û±Ó¬Ó¬ ¬ÛøGÓ¬Úœ ‡≈άˇœ1 ά±Í¬,
fl¡í˘± ’±1n∏ Œfl“¡Àfl¡±1± ‰≈¬ø˘ ›˘±À˘› ø¬ıμ±À˚˛ ˙±øô¶ ˆ¬≈ø·¬ı ˘·± Δ˝√øÂ√˘º Ó¬±˝◊√1 ’fl¡øÌ ’fl¡øÌ
˝√±ÀÓ¬À1 Ò≈¬ı ÚÊ√Ú±, Ê“√Ȭ˘·±, ŒÓ¬˘˝√œÚ ‰≈¬ø˘ø‡øÚ ¶§±ˆ¬±øªfl¡ˆ¬±Àª 1„√‰≈¬ª± ’±1n∏ Œfl¡±˜˘ Œ˝√±ª±
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ŒÓ¬øÓ¬˚˛± ˜˝◊ ά◊‰≈¬ø¬Û ά◊øͬøÂ√À˘“±º øfl¡c ŒÓ¬øÓ¬˚˛±› ø¬ıμ± øÚø˘«5 Δ˝√ ¬ıø˝√ ’±øÂ√˘, Œ˚Ú Ó¬±˝◊√1
˜”1ÀȬ±› ÚÓ≈¬Ú ˜±fl¡1 ’±1n∏ ˜”11 ‰≈¬ø˘ø‡øÚ› ÚÓ≈¬Ú ˜±fl¡1À˝√º

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ø¬ıμ±˝◊√ Ó¬±˝◊√1 ’fl¡Ì˜±øÚ ≈√˝√±ÀÓ¬À1 ·±‡œ11 ¬Û±SÀȬ± Ú˜±À˘ ˝√˚˛, øfl¡c Ó¬±˝◊√1 ˝√±Ó¬1 ˜≈øͬ Œ‡±˘
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√À1 ˙s Δ˝√ Ôfl¡± Ó¬±˝◊√1 ¬ı≈fl≈¡Ó¬ Œ˜±1 ˝√±Ó¬‡Ú ˘·±˝◊√ Ó¬±˝◊√fl¡ fl¡í1¬ı±Ó¬ ˘≈fl≈¡ª±˝◊√ Ôí¬ıÕ˘ ’Ú≈À1±Ò
fl¡ø1À˘, ŒÓ¬øÓ¬˚˛± ¸fl¡À˘± fl¡Ô± Œ˜±1 ¬ı±À¬ı 1˝√¸…˜˚˛ Δ˝√ ά◊øͬøÂ√˘º

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¬Ûø1À˘“±º ˆ¬˚˛Ó¬ ø¬ıÓ¬Ó¬ Δ˝√ ’±ø˜ ·1n∏1 ¬ı±À¬ı ‚“±˝√ ŒÔ±ª± Œfl¡±Í¬±ø˘ÀȬ±Ó¬ Œ¸±˜±˝◊√ ·íÀ˘“±º ‚“±˝√1
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Òø1À˘º øfl¡c ø¬ıμ±˝◊√ Ó¬±˝◊√1 Ê√˘± ¬ıg± ≈√ˆ¬ø1 ‚“±˝√1 ˜±Ê√Ó¬ ˘≈fl≈¡ª±˝◊√ ’±1n∏ ͬ±G± ¬Ûø1 Œ˚±ª±
≈√À˚˛±˝√±ÀÓ¬À1 Œ˜±1 ≈√À˚˛±˝√±Ó¬Ó¬ ‡±˜≈ø‰¬ Òø1 ¤˝◊√√À1 ¬ıø˝√ ’±øÂ√˘ Œ˚Ú ø¬ıøg Ôfl¡± ‚“±˝√1 √í˜ÀȬ±
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˜˝◊√ øfl¡Ê√±øÚ q˝◊√ Δ·øÂ√À˘“±, fl¡±1Ì ·1n∏1 ¬ı±À¬ı ‚“±˝√ ά◊ø˘˚˛±¬ıÕ˘ ’±ø˝√ Œ·±¬ÛœÀ˚˛ ¤˝◊√
’ˆ¬”Ó¬¬Û”¬ı« ‘√˙… Œ√ø‡ Œ˚øÓ¬˚˛± ˝√±˝√±fl¡±1 ˘·±˝◊√ ø√øÂ√˘, ŒÓ¬øÓ¬˚˛± ˜˝◊√ ‰¬fl≈¡ Œ˜±˝√±ø1 Œ˜±˝√±ø1
¸≈øÒøÂ√À˘“±ñ ëë1±øÓ¬ ¬Û≈ª±˘ ŒÚøfl¡∑íí

Œ˜±1 ˜±À˚˛ ø¬ıμ±1 ˆ¬ø1Ó¬ øÓ¬˘1 ŒÓ¬˘ ’±1n∏ ‰”¬Ì1 ¬Û±Úœ ˘·±˝◊√ Œ˚øÓ¬˚˛± ŒÓ¬›“1 ø¬ıÀ˙¯∏
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Ȭ±Úº Ó¬Ô±ø¬Û ˜˝◊√ Ê√±øÚøÂ√À˘“± Œ˚ ¬ÛøGÓ¬Úœ ‡≈άˇœ1 Ú…±˚˛ ø¬ıÒ±ÚÓ¬ 鬘±1 ¶ö±Ú Ú±˝◊√¬ı± ’±¬Ûœ˘
fl¡1±1 ’øÒfl¡±1 - ¤È¬±› Ú±øÂ√˘º

Ó¬±1 ¬Û±Â√Ó¬ øfl¡Â≈√ø√Ú ˜˝◊√ ø¬ıμ±fl¡ ‚À1-Œ‰¬±Ó¬±À˘ fl¡±˜ fl¡1± Œ√‡± Ú±¬Û±À˘“±º Ó¬±˝◊√1 ‚1Õ˘
˚±¬ıÕ˘ Œ˜±fl¡ ˜±À˚˛ ˜±Ú± fl¡ø1øÂ√˘º øfl¡c ŒÓ¬›“ õ∂±À˚˛ ’˘¬Û ’±„≈√1 ’±1n∏ ’±À¬Û˘ Δ˘ Ó¬±Õ˘
Δ·øÂ√˘º ¬ıUÓ¬ ‡±øÓ¬1 Ò1±1 ¬Û±Â√Ó¬ 1n∏øfl¡˚˛±˝◊√ fl¡íÀ˘ Œ˚ Œ¸˝◊√ ‚1‡ÚÕ˘ ë’±˝◊√í ’±ø˝√ÀÂ√º ˜˝◊√
ëø¸˝√“ÀÓ¬ Œ˜±fl¡ ˘· fl¡ø1¬ı ŒÚ±ª±ø1¬ı ŒÚøfl¡í ¬ı≈ø˘ Œ¸±Ò±Ó¬ Ó¬±˝◊√ ˜≈‡Ó¬ fl¡±À¬Û±1 Œ¸±¬Û± ø√ ˝√“±ø˝√
1‡±¬ıÕ˘ Œ‰¬©Ü± fl¡ø1À˘º fl¡Ô±ÀȬ±1 Œfl¡±ÀÚ± ¸˜±Ò±Ú Ú±¬Û±˝◊√ ¤ø√Ú ≈√¬Û1œ˚˛± ˜˝◊√ ˝√±Ó¬Ó¬ ¸±À1

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ˆ¬ø1Ó¬ ¸±À1 ø¬ıμ±1 ‚1 ¬Û±À˘“±Õ·º Ó¬˘1 Ê√Ú-õ∂±Ìœ˝√œÚ ˜˝√˘±Ó¬ ø¬ıμ± ¤‡Ú ‡±È¬Ó¬ ’fl¡˘˙À1
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˘≈˝◊√Ó¬ ŒÊ√…±øÓ¬ – ’±À¬Û±Ú±1 ¬ı…ô¶ Ê√œªÚ¬Û?œ1 ˜±Ê√ÀÓ¬± ’±˜±fl¡ ¤ÀÚÕfl¡ ’˘¬Û ¸˜˚˛
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Ó¬±˘≈fl¡√±1À√ª – ÒÚ…¬ı±√º „
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˘≈˝◊√Ó¬ ŒÊ√…±øÓ¬ ˙˜«±

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ά◊2‰¬øÊ√» √˙ø·ø1 ˝√±˝◊√ Œª

˝◊√¬Û±À1 Ê√œªÚ-ø¸¬Û±À1 ˜‘Ó≈¬…

˜±Ê√Ó¬ ’øô¶Q1 Œ˘Àͬø1 øÚøÂ√„√± ˝√±˝◊√-Œª
‡˘±-¬ı˜± ’±‚±Ó¬1 ’±À·-ø¬ÛÀÂ√ ˜¸‘Ì √ø˘‰¬±,
Ò”ø˘À1 Ò”¸1 ’ôL˝√œÚ ¬ÛÔ
˜±ÀÊ√ ˜±ÀÊ√ ¤‰¬˜fl¡± ø¬ı≈√» ¸—Àfl¡Ó¬º

Œ¸“±-¬ı“±› ≈√À˚˛±fl¡±À¯∏ ¸1n∏ ¸1n∏ ’±ø˘¬ı±È¬,
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˝◊√¬Û±À1 Ê√œªÚ-ø¸¬Û±À1 ˜‘Ó≈¬…
˜±Ê√Ó¬ ’øô¶Q1 Œ˘ÀÔø1 øÚøÂ√„√± ˝√±˝◊√-Œª
˝√±˝◊√-Œª1 ¬ı≈fl≈¡Ó¬ ¸—¢∂±˜œ ˝◊√øÓ¬˝√±À¸ ŒÓ¬±À˘ ’±À˘±Î¬ˇÚ
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˜±Ú≈˝√

˝◊√øôLfl¡±¬ı≈1 1˝√˜±Ú

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’Ô«À1 Ú˝√˚˛
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˜±Ú˝√ ˝√í¬ıÕ˘ øfl¡˜±Ú Œ˚ fl¡©Üº ˜±Ú≈˝√
˜‘Ó≈¬… ά◊¬ÛÓ¬…fl¡±Ó¬ ŒÓ¬±˜±1 øfl¡ø1ø˘ qøÚ ˚±1 ’Ú… Ú±˜ ¤Àfl¡± Ú±˝◊√
fl¡±ÌÓ¬ ˝√±Ó¬ ø√ ˜±S ¤È¬± ¸≈1ÀÓ¬ ¬ıÀÊ√±ª± ·±Ú
‚1ÀÓ¬ ’±À“√± ¬ıø˝√ ˜±ÚªÓ¬±1 ·±Úº „
ø‰¬Ú±øfl¡ Δ˝√À“√± ’±R±1 ¸íÀÓ¬
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ø¬ı¯∏±Ì≈ ’±“Ó¬ø1¬ı

˜≈Úœf ˜˝√ôL

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ˆ¬À˚˛ fl≈¡øȬÀÂ√ ˝√+√˚˛
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˜±Ú≈À˝√ ø¬ÛøgÀÂ√
ø¬ı¯∏±Mê√ ‰≈¬˜±
Œ˘±˜À¬ı±1 ø˙˚˛ø1 ά◊øͬÀÂ√

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˜±Ú¸œ Ù≈¬fl¡Ú

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CONTENTS Chief Editor
Sushanta Jyoti Sharma
Articles :
z Life in the New Normal: Handling Lockdown Positively Editor-Assamese Section
Arjun Bhattacharyya
" Ankurita Pathak / 74
z Corona Chronicle : The China Story Editor-English Section
Dr. Saurabhi Sarmah
" Yogita Saikia / 77
z Musings in the Time of Corona Associate Editors
Papori Goswami
" Dr. Farmida Aman / 81 Himashree Sharma
z Thoughts from My Diary : A Leaf Torn by Corona
Cover Page Design
" Nandini Sen Das / 83 Luitjyoti Sarma
z Loving Self and Conquering Covid Blues
DTP / Setting
" Pallavika Barthakur / 87 Bubul Bhattacharyya
z Continuing My Passion for Dance During Covid Times
Illustration
" Amrita Sharma / 91 Urvisha Goswami

Special Features : Amrita Das
z You Are Not Alone : We Are Just A Call Away Anwesha Saha

" Dr. Monideepa Das / 93 Publicity and
z The Covid Ninja Warrior of Assam Association Advertisement

Bangalore, Pranab Jyoti Borah (PJB) Rajdeep Kar
" Mukesh Sharma / 97
z A Physician’s Journey Through COVID-19 : Still in Advisors
Wilderness " Dr. Tapan Saikia / 102 Dr. Monideepa Das
z Suicide: Basic concept and Understanding " Dr.
Dhrubajyoti Bhuyan & Dr. Tribeni Bhuyan / 107 Mukesh Sharma
z Post Pandemic Education PranabJyoti Borah
" Mrs. Lovely Dutta Prusty / 113
z Compassion in Difficult Times Chief Patron
" Nitesh Batra / 116 D. C. Borkotoky
z Fitness During Corona Times (President, AAB)
" Angshuman Dutta / 119
Printed and Published by
Short Stories : RANJAN GOSWAMI
z The Balcony " Saswati Borthakur Dixit / 121 on behalf of Assam
z The Quarantine Muse " Dr. Sabreen Ahmed / 125
z Something DIFFERENT " Rajdeep Kar / 128 Association Bangalore.

Tete-a-Tete :
z In conversation with Deeplina Deka

" Dr. Saurabhi Sarmah / 131

Poetry :
z The Earth’s Plan " Emon Kalyan Dutta / 137
z The First Love Letter " Dr. Dipak Kumar Doley / 138
z Surreal Life " Anindita Das / 139
z He Merely Wields a Fork, Knife, or a Spoon

" Raag / 140

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z Nature - Then, Now and To Be " Kaushik Mohanty / 142
z Musings on Life " Abhilasha Saikia / 143

Personal Narratives :
z Culinary Courtesy Corona " Annie Bora Dutta / 144
z The Pandemic - As I See It " Subasana Goswami / 147

Cartoons :
z The Lockdown Could Bring Us Some Unexpected Guests " Sumanta Baruah / 148
z Covid -19 Pandemic and Effects of Lockdown " Raktim Baruah / 149

Paintings :
z The Gateaway " Nimisha Sharma / 150
z Dramatic Night & The Island " Vandana N.D. / 151

Lockdown Kitchen :
z Aruchivitta Sambar " Mridusmita Saikia Venkat / 152
z Chicken Roulade & Mango Sauce " Susmita Roy / 154
z Paratha Made With Curry Leaf Paste " Piyush Plabon Das / 156
z Tangy Tomato Chutney " Himadri Bhushan Das / 158
z Sandesh " Bulbul Kharghoria / 160
z Cookies " Priyanka Sharma / 162

CHILDREN’S CORNER
Articles :
z Cyanotyping : A Method to Develop Pictures at Home " Grisha Sharma / 165
z Lockdownd Days of a Student " Parthiv Goswami / 167
z My Thoughts on Coronavirus " Berlina Mazumdar / 169

Short Stories :
z The Happiness That Had Locked Down " Koel Roy Choudhury / 170

Poetry :
z Golden Hope " Anwesha Saha / 176
z When Our Words Twinned during Lockdown " Anayah Saleh & Aron Saleh / 177
z Novel Coronavirus " Nakshatra Raj Das / 178
z My Assam " Dhrupad Goswami / 179

Sketches / Paintings :
z Exam Fever " Sanjana Goswami / 180
z Life In Covid Times " Rushank Nil Borgohain / 181
z Night Owl " Aaryan Aman Shah / 182
z The Tree " Trisha / 183
z Confined But Not Broken " Rithvik Sanagavarapu / 184
z Kamakhya Temple " Akanksha Borah / 185
z Avengers Corona War " Trigya Nayan Das / 186
z Corona Related Word Search " Soureen Dutta / 187

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Life has to move on, and we need to win this battle! Yes, I am talking

about the Pandemic Covid-9. Life has come to a standstill in the last couple
of months with the outbreak of this pandemic. The Janata Curfew,
Nationwide Lockdown – these words are so new for us! And we all are
forced to adapt to a new style of living –what most of us have termed as
the “New Normal”.

People across the globe have tried to find out numerous ways of coping
up with this unprecedented situation which requires us to maintain ‘social
distancing’ quite strictly. But is it easy for humans who are social by nature
to practice social distancing or self-isolation? I believe, definitely not. In
fact, it’s quite challenging and stressful for all us to get used to this new
mode of living – or what has been widely accepted as the ‘New Normal’.

There have been multiple challenges faced by people at different levels -
people who are old and dependant on their children experienced panic
attacks and helplessness; the would-be mothers, moms with new-borns
and small children underwent a different level of anxiety; the younger
generation, the professionals, the entrepreneurs, and small businessman
to industry owners - they have all suffered tremendous insecurity. The only
bread-earner of a family may have thought, what if he loses his job or
doesn’t get salary, or his business stops; how he would run his family! The
family members of doctors – the frontline warriors against this unknown
virus have lived amidst the biggest fear what if their near ones get affected
by the virus while serving the human race. And, on the other hand, police
officials, district administration, and other health department officials have
worked relentlessly (day and night) to prevent the spread of this virus. In
this challenging time, logistics and supply chains industry continued to
work so that we as well as the healthcare workers, citizens and patients do
not feel the scarcity of food, medicine and other daily essentials.

People residing in the rural areas have suffered the most when it comes to
getting their daily essentials where online delivery hardly works; even if it
works, they don’t know how to make use of it, and there is no one to
help! Similarly, the migrant workers and the working classes had the most

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miserable phase of their life – and many of them have lost their lives en-
route home.

Well, how to cope up with this new style of living? Maintaining social
distancing, washing hands, wearing mask and practising other medically
prescribed norms, we can definitely protect ourselves against Coronavirus
– but, how to stay sane or remain positive in a situation like this that has
shaken the whole world bringing in unprecedented changes to our lives
and affecting people’s mental health?

But amidst all these, Life has to move on; livelihood has to resume. And
yes, we have found out multiple ways to cope with this anxiety ridden
situation, and here I could feel the importance of the virtual space and the
internet. The virtual space turned out to be the most sought after way to
feel that we are connected irrespective of what is going on. I could see
many women – housewives, working women and young girls coming up
with interesting cooking ideas and experimentation, and publicising the
same on social media. The art of cooking has acted as a therapy for
many, I felt ! There are too many creative competitions held online and
people from all age groups participated in the same. Even, we celebrated
Bihu online this time. We got enough time to indulge in our creativity –
starting from writing to gardening. I could see thousands of social media
posts with innovative videos of music, dance, short films and discussion on
interesting areas; blogs and vlogs containing exciting ideas about anything
and everything; there have been posts containing poems, short stories,
interesting writes up and what not ! All these virtual gatherings, tele-health
and telemedicine, remote teaching-learning activities have become possible
due to the onset of advanced technology that has successfully managed to
create a sense of normalcy during this difficult time.

On the other hand, outside the virtual world, many people have found
shelter in the world of stories, novels and books, pursued their hobbies
(those hobbies that don’t require us to move out), did yoga and meditation,
learnt many household skills in the absence of domestic help, tried new
recipes, watched their favourite shows etc. The idea of re-broadcasting of
Ramayana and Mahabharata was indeed commendable as it had kept
the older generation mentally occupied even though they were in distress.
And there are those who didn’t have access to technology and the internet,
they spent their time visiting the neighbours and discussing the ongoing
sorry state of affairs.

I must also mention that this lazy period also turned to be very hectic for
those working mothers who have been managing work, home and children
and their online education. This affected those who are in nuclear facilities
and without a helping hand.

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Well, there are many things that the pandemic taught us, and most
importantly it has drawn people more towards each other even when staying
apart, and also taught to be content while being alone. The futility of socially
created barriers, and established social norms based on class, caste and
gender seem to be exposed as the disease spared none. It affected the rich
as much as it affected the poor! The bonding between neighbours
developed; people also realised the role played by the delivery people
who come home to deliver our essentials at the risk of being affected;
there are people who came out of nowhere to help the needy and old
people. The organisations who never thought of providing the work from
home option to employees did get a chance to explore this option and
reap the benefits. People got multiple opportunities to play with technology
and learn more.

A whole body of new literature called Covid literature have come up with
research done by many. It also taught people to live life economically and
survive with what is available locally; the home grown vegetables, home-
made food got the upper hand over what is imported. These are obviously
some of the significant practices that the pandemic has forced us to practice!

I think, I should put my thoughts on hold now! Well, the decision to publish
this e-edition of Uruli was sudden when we realised that one of the best
ways to overcome this crisis situation is to take recourse to art and creativity.
I think – by now, we all are aware of the fact that we have to co-exist with
Covid-19 repercussions; it has not only shaken the world, but has become
an integral part of our life irrespective of who we are and where we are.
This is the reason we thought of choosing Covid-19 as the major theme
and explored further.

And surprisingly, we received enormous support from many literary
enthusiasts from different parts of the country and abroad, who supported
us incredibly by sharing their feelings/ thoughts, experiences and stories
around this pandemic and other related areas. We are really grateful to
you all! As I often mention – Uruli is a creative space – a platform dedicated
to all creative minds who want their thoughts and feelings to be read/
heard. Like our previous editions, this Spring edition of Uruli also comes
with a number of interesting and thought provoking stories, articles, poems,
interviews along with a children’s corner and a special section called
“Lockdown Kitchen”. And we do HOPE you would enjoy reading them ALL!
Let’s all stay safe! „

(Dr. Saurabhi Sarmah)

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Life in the New Normal

Handling Lockdown Positively

Ankurita Pathak

The world around us has suddenly transformed. A pandemic

has affected the world order and everyone is trying their best to
grapple with the situation.

It just a few weeks now and the new normal is completely
different than what it was. It was only a few weeks back we
were in our madness and frenzy of our daily lives, with the
morning rush to send off kids, pack lunches and run off to
take the metro and reach office on time and then the evening
run home to kids and families.

Now, everything has slowed down. Roads are deserted, people
are inside their houses, travelling has become precarious, social
distancing has become the buzz word, no dining outs, no movie
dates, working from home has become an inevitability and
virtual connect has become the new normal.

We are all going through a phase of transition. Sometimes, it is
easy and sometimes we just keep questioning if our world is
going to be back to normal ever again. Yes, this too will pass
but there are many things that this phase will teach us and
change the way we look at life.

We have become more mindful about the basic hygiene
conditions around us. Washing hands regularly and washing
everything that comes from outside including yourself is
something that that we consciously follow. I hope people also
start realising that spitting, urinating, defecating and littering
public spaces is hugely detrimental to us and our world.

Our lives are caught in the vicious cycle of balancing our
personal and professional lives and we are perpetually
exhausted. When we talk about taking a break, we plan to travel
or party with friends. Now we know that staying at home for the

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weekend and relaxing is actually good for our mental health. I hope
Spending more time with family, reading books, watching a movie people also
together, family meals and just sitting back and relaxing is perhaps
the best way to cope with the fast moving lives. start
realising
I am personally very happy and relaxed during the lockdown that spitting,
times. It is time saving, energy saving and high in productivity. I urinating,
am trying to do things that I have never done in my life. My defecating
culinary skills were limited sometimes due to lack of interest or and littering
sometimes due to paucity of time. But these are the days when
my kitchen game is up and I am churning out different types of public
meal much to the amusement and approval of my family. spaces is

The key to a stress free life is to keep yourself positively engaged. hugely
It could also be a good time to follow your passion and take out detrimental
some time to do what makes your soul happy. Simple things like
gardening, playing a musical instrument, writing poetry or even to us and
painting can help you relax and stay happy. our world.

We have also started to value our relationships more. Many times,
we take them for granted. While in isolation, we are consciously
desired to stay physically away from our parents in different cities,
extended families and friends. Now, we make extra efforts to
connect with them and spend more quality with them, albeit
through virtual medium.

Some corners of your house perhaps remain forever untouched
and cluttered due to the whirlwind of the daily routine lives. Now
is the time to declutter and make some space. Clean that drawer,
dust that book shelf and look into your bed boxes to unpack the
mess. It will help not only decluttering the physical space but the
minds and lives as well, trust me!

Along with the mind, our body needs to be taken care off. Now
that you save much of your commuting time, it can be used to
follow a healthy routine. Nowadays, there are online fitness classes
or you can just log on to YouTube for the fitness regime of your
choice.

The lockdown phase has also helped saving some of our
expenditures and now we know that it is not always necessary to
binge on those things such as shopping, eating out, ordering
outside foods etc. Now, we only buy things when we need them
not when we want them.

Maybe we can contribute some of this amount towards supporting
the daily wagers, poor and vulnerable, affected by COVID-19

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and the lockdown. It is not an easy time for them. There are several
organisations who have been helping in relief and rehabilitation
of these people and there are ways to contribute online. We can,
however, begin by taking care of our immediate caregivers, our
domestic helps, the drivers, the society presswallas, cleaners or
anyone that in the neighbourhood who needs help.

Now, when work from home is the new normal, most employers
and workers are adapting while focusing on keeping everyone
safe and healthy and maintaining as much productivity as possible.
It is also not easy to work from home and work for home

simultaneously. But the best way is to maintain a
schedule, fixed time of working, a fixed workplace,
maintaining a work log and a to-do list. It will not only
help in balancing your schedule but also ensure that
your day is productive.

Another very important lesson we have learnt during
these time is that a pandemic doesn’t discriminate on
the basis of caste, creed, gender, social status, financial
status or religion. So only being mindful and following
a disciplined life helps in keeping safe. This is also a
reinforcement of the fact that development and better
access to healthcare facilities should be one of the prime
area of focus for handling such public health crises.

The lockdown has had an adverse impact on our economy as the
businesses have to limit their services or shut down till this crisis is
over. This is a matter of concern for each one of us, with every
level of the pyramid being affected. I am sure every stakeholder is
putting the best foot forward to chart out strategies to revive their
economic situation after the lockdown is lifted.

Till then, we need to be responsible citizen by fulfilling our duties
to ourselves, our family, our fellow citizens, our government, and
to people who are in need of immediate help, with adherence to
all safety norms. „

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Ankurita Pathak is currently working as a Joint Director with the Federation of Chambers of Commerce & Industry
(FICCI). A professional with over 14 years work experience in the domain of Communications, Government Relations,
Policy Advocacy, Public & Media Relations, Social Media Management and Print Journalism, Ankurita started her career
as a journalist. She has worked with Hindustan Times (internship), Asian Age and the India Today Group, prior to
joining FICCI. A travel enthusiast and an occasional writer, she has contributed articles, poems, travelogues and short
stories in several publications.

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Corona Chronicle :

The China Story

Yogita Saikia

“You should book your tickets too, I am telling you…this is

serious!”

“Hmm…ok, let me see…at least a few more days…you guys have
a safe trip, take care…bye”

This was probably the third such conversation I was having in a
single day. It was the 26th of January and everyone our non-Chinese
friends in Beijing seemed to be in a hurry to get out of the country.
To a place where there was no virus. Little did we anticipate the
catastrophe that was to unfold around the world in the next few
weeks.

The first inkling of something being amiss was the cancellation of
the 26th January Republic Day celebrations at the Embassy of India
in Beijing. It is an event that we Indians look forward to at the
beginning of each year, simply because it is a way of connecting
with our beloved motherland, as well as the growing Indian
community in the city. The sprawling campus with a colorful garden
and the beautiful brick colored building, the tricolor flying atop it,
all give us a sense of home in a far away land. Very soon news
started coming in that there was some problem and that all
gatherings were being restricted. We all had heard a lot about
Wuhan, the site for various international summits in China and
now it was in the news again, albeit for very different reasons. The
first flood of information hit us that people had been turning up
extremely sick at hospitals all over Wuhan with severe pneumonia
like symptoms and older patients were apparently succumbing to
it after a few days. No one seemed to know what this new disease
was, what had caused it, or whether there was any cure for it. It
was but natural for everyone to panic.

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Since it was the beginning of the Chinese New Year, many people had
already made plans for the much awaited long vacation. If there was
such a problem, it made complete sense to quickly pack one’s bags for
an extended period; after all one could always rework the return dates
once it was safe to come back. However, we weren’t one of those who
had planned a vacation out of the country. In fact, we had decided
that we would travel within China this time and finish off a few places
on our bucket list. The other reason was that after a long time we
were looking forward to spending Bohag Bihu in Assam this year and
therefore our India trip was scheduled for April. In fact, I had been
dreaming about all the reunions with family and friends, Bihu pandal
hopping, sumptuous delicacies, exhibitions and trade fairs, weekend
getaways and what not. After all, is there anything more joyous and
celebratory than our New Year.

There was of course, nothing joyous about the next couple of days.
Personally I couldn’t recall the last time we’d been this tense or confused
about an impending trip. Every day we would struggle with the Hamletian
dilemma ‘to go or not to go’! We saw many of friends quickly book
tickets and leave for their countries,
confident that they would find a safe
haven. There were, on the other hand,
some who felt that people were over
reacting, and that surely this virus couldn’t
be as dangerous as it was being made
out. Everyday new information kept
coming, everyday we vacillated. By now,
there was another risk that we had to keep
in mind, the risk of infection during travel.
After much deliberation, we finally
decided that we would stay in Beijing.
Not that was an easy decision to explain
to everyone back home. It took some time time to convince family
and friends that it was alright to stay back during this time, especially
with the alarming news stories around the world. Every morning we
would wake up asking ourselves if we did the right thing by staying
back, every night we would go to bed reassuring ourselves that all
would be well in the end.

What made matters worse initially, was the lack of information about
the virus. We were frightened because we thought it might be airborne,
in which case there really was no escaping it. The New Year holidays
were extended and by the third week of February most offices in
Beijing were asked to start work-from-home; schools were shut, as were

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restaurants and malls.Everyone was instructed to stay indoors as much
as possible, wear masks when going out, avoid meeting in groups,
and constantly sanitize their hands. Although public transport continued
to operate in the city, buses and subways, and cabs all ran empty. No
one wanted to take any risk of an infection, and by now we all had
learned that although it didn’t spread in the air, the virus was highly
contagious. It didn’t help much to see personnel in huge hazmat suits
in the subway stations either. In fact, it led to more anxiety. Everyday,
we we would come to know of ‘numbers’ increasing everywhere in
China. We would follow both official and unofficial statistics and new

bulletins, international news channels
as well as the Indian ones, trying our
best to make sense of contradictory
information at times. Westocked up
well on groceries, medicines, masks
and sanitizers and stayed indoors for
what seemed like the longest three
weeks of our lives. What helped was
daily conversations with the handful of
friends who, like us, remained in the
city, and the constant support and
reassurance that we were all in it
together. One weekend, after what
seemed like an eternity, we decided to
be a little brave and drove around the city, perhaps out of curiosity too,
to see what was happening outside. Beijing is a city of bright lights all
year around, and that is how we had always seen it; it was the first
time we saw it so dark and dreary, not because there were less lights,
but because there were no people outside. It seemed as though
everything had suddenly come to a halt in those three weeks.

Life started limping back to normalcy by the first week of March with
the offices slowly opening up, and people going back to work.
Meanwhile, news from Wuhan, the epicenter, wasn’t too encouraging.
The numbers continued to increase everyday.We had, by now, become
used to thermal checks everywhere we went and it is something that
continues in the city even today. Apartment complexes in the city were
still not allowing visitors so meeting friends continued to be struggle.
By this time Corona had spread around Asia and Europe and we knew
that this pandemic wasn’t ending anytime soon.The whole month we
watched the rest of the world struggling to deal with the virus and cities
everywhere going into lockdown mode. It all seemed surreal to
everyone. By the end of March, India too declared a lockdown, and

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very hard one at that. Never had we imagined that our friends and
family back home would now be experiencing what we had struggled
through just a few weeks back. Surely this wasn’t happening we
kept telling ourselves. Most of us had imagined flying home for a
much needed break once all this got over. But now, the skies had
closed up, reminding us again of the borders and boundaries that
divide the world.
April came, oddly silent…no music of the dhol,pepa, gogona…no
Bihu…no pitha. This new year has brought no celebration, only a
numbing realization that our world has changed irrevocably, as have
we. The last one month in China has been a return to usual life.
Schools have finally reopened, and we
officially don’t need to wear masks. Yet,
nothing seems the same anymore. We
wait, still anxious about news from India
and the rest of the world. We hope and
pray that that the virus does not spread
further, that people remain safe, that we
rediscover the world and our lives the way
they were.We all have witnessed in the
midst of this pandemic, some
extraordinary stories of compassion and
courage that inspire and restore our faith
in humanity. Governments and individuals around the world are
working tirelessly to fight Covid 19. We are slowly overcoming the
catastrophe that has hit us, hopefully emerging as better human
beings with more respect for nature as well as each other. Surely this
crisis has taught us something about our common humanity, and
surely we shall see the light at the end of the tunnel. „

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Yogita Saikiais an M.Phil in English from Delhi University and has lived and worked in Bangalore for many years. She
currently stays in Beijing, China.

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Musings in The Time of Corona

Dr. Farmida Aman

Science fiction is something that has always enthralled me,

be it in print or in theatre. It was a favourite past time not only
to read and watch but also to reflect, what if ‘Mutation’ depicted
by Robin Cook or the world depicted in’’ I am legend’’ was to
become reality. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that
there would be a day when I will be living in a reality remotely
akin to it, if not completely similar. That I will be scared to
meet people I know, leave alone those whom I don’t. That
crossing the threshold of my home would be like stepping
into an inferno.

It does not help that I am a doctor, and know that death rate
in this pandemic is far lower than the other epidemics that we
have faced. The fear is all encompassing. Fear of ‘what if I
carry back the virus to my family and neighbours, what if the
precautions I take are not enough’. In fact, these days I am
jubilant when I have less or no appointments. I may be lauded
as a superhero, but I am just another scared human being
who is just doing her job. But what keeps me going are my
friends and colleagues who are actually working in the
frontlines, the true superheroes. Their courage leaves me
spellbound.

I had the first experience of such true resilience when our
batch had a zoom meeting, and this microbiologist friend
joined the meeting for 5 minutes, smiling , radiant , but in her
lab garb ( no PPE, mind you). She did not miss asking each of
us about our families and when we asked the same, she said
she does not go home. She works 19 hour shifts, sleeps 3-4
hours, and comes back to work. Yes she misses her family, is

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tired of work but then work has to be done. Saying so she Fear of ‘what if I
signs off, leaving us a little more humble, a little more carry back the
thankful. virus to my
family and
A couple of days later, one of my friends in the UK working neighbours,
as an ER consultant comes back home to find his daughter what if the
running fever. He could not help breaking down thinking precautions I
he transmitted the virus to her. Thankfully her Covid test take are not
comes negative. But my friend does not enter his house
anymore. He sleeps in the garage. enough’. In fact,
these days I am
Then recently,a senior called. She said she has been jubilant when I
travelling all over Assam training healthcare workers, have less or no
making plans for contact tracing. She was tired to the brim.
Wanted to go back home to her family. But all she said appointments.
was ‘I have so much more to do, I have not done enough’.

In the initial days of lockdown, a child of 5 months came
to my boss, a pediatric ENT surgeon, unable to breathe
properly. We, her team, were a little apprehensive, as
airway surgeries are amongst the highest aerosol
producing surgeries and getting a Covid test done before
surgery was near impossible at that time. But my boss did
not even flinch and a successful surgery was done.

These friends have shown me that human spirit remains
undaunted. It shines brightest in the face of calamity.
Courage is the essence of humanity and is inherent in us.

Now that the lockdown is over, fear will take a long time to
pass. But I guess what should not pass is our empathy for
our fellow-beings. Despite the fear, this virus brought out
the best in all of us. We as a society became more
responsible, more resilient, and more humane. And this
we should not let go of. „

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Dr. Farmida Aman is a Consultant ENT Surgeon and Allergy Specialist with a love for writing, reading, travelling
and music.

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Thoughts from My Diary

A Leaf Torn by Corona…

Nandini Sen Das

Bengaluru has been my home since the last seventeen years –

a place where I had come seeking my piece of the sky, to
ascertain my capabilities and to realize a dream. I cannot say
that I have realized all my dreams yet, but this city has essentially
become that part of my adulthood where the young girl in me
has been transformed into a woman who has woven her cosy
little nest of happiness, spirituality and experiences. This city
has taught me that the true meaning of life exists beyond the
daily chores, hectic jobs and mundane wading through the ever-
increasing traffic.

The importance of social commitment as in, service towards
the needy and less privileged practised by my parents has been
of utmost importance and an integral part of our lives in our
home in Guwahati. Bengaluru has helped me to put my best
foot forward in this direction. My husband, also from Guwahati,
nurtures the same sentiments and together we have tried our
utmost to be good Samaritans and to teach our children to
participate in social causes in the same manner.

Over the years we have been quite busy and pretty much satisfied
with our lives until an incident gave me a gentle jolt. As a prelude
to the incident, I must mention that the language spoken in our
family is primarily Bengali, but I have always remained confused
whether I should call Assamese my mother tongue, because it
is the first language I had learnt to speak as a child. This was so
because most of my time was spent in the company of our
landlady who I fondly addressed as ‘Aita’(Granny). My mother
would leave me in her care while attending to her duties at her
office and I that is how I learnt to speak Assamese fluently.

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It was on one of the days when my parents had come visiting us in
Bangalore, that I had asked my elder daughter to try to have maximum
conversations in Assamese instead of English with her friend cum
neighbour as they too hailed from Assam, but unlike us, spoke
Assamese at home. My daughter, then seven years old, got slightly
irked and asked me the justification behind this rather queer request.
I tried to reason with her and finally, after an exchange of too many
words, I just blurted out, “Because we are from Assam”. She was not
convinced and didn’t take sixty seconds to reply, “Maa, you are from
Assam. I am not - I was born here. But anyways, I will try to speak
Assamese, only because you want me to...”; so saying, she zipped off
to play with her friends. Her statement startled me. My father, known
for his wisdom and gentle means of teaching, had witnessed this
mother-daughter exchange while calmly sipping his evening tea. Putting
the cup down, he walked up to me, placed his palm over my head
and said, “You chose this city over Guwahati for all that is it is worth,
yet you harbour expectations that your children will share the same
love and bonding that you feel for your roots..??” He told me that if I
genuinely want them to learn more about my roots, customs, culture
and traditions, then I would have to do more than just preaching.

Until then, I used to visit my parental home in Guwahati once a year,
usually during Durga Puja-Diwali holidays, winter vacations or during
BohagBihu, also known as PoilaBoisakh in Bengali families. But now
that I had stopped working full time to take care of my second born, I
decided that I would use the longest possible vacation and utilise our
visit to acquaint my girls with my roots, give them a detailed experience
of our culture, customs and traditions. While the extended stay would
give them an opportunity to learn, it would enable me to relive the
simplicity and diversity of my land, enjoy the festivities that last for the
entire month and revel in the after-taste that lingers well after we
return to Bengaluru and throughout the whole year.

It has been a decade that we have grown used to being in Guwahati,
during Bohag or spring.

In Bengaluru, our karmakshetra now, schools remain closed for summer
vacation in the months of April and May, giving my family ample time
to meet, greet and mingle amongst all our kith and kin. My parents
live in the suburbs of Guwahati in an Assam-type, tin-roofed single-
storeyed house that stands strong with the values of love for a simple
and no ‘show-off’ life laid in its foundation,. My parents, both retired
Central Government employees with good job profiles, surprisingly
never felt the need to ‘upgrade’ the house to a multi-storeyed one,

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neither at our behest nor at the sight of changing looks of all other
houses in our neighbourhood. If we troubled them with some why
nots, pat would come the reply “We prefer to travel light in this
journey of life”.

Mid-April in Assam, happens to be a time of hot and humid air, often

cooled by incessant rains for several days, an experience so unusual

in Bengaluru; one that my girls would only come across in textbooks.

Blissfully ignoring heat and rain, my girls would be busy going around

looking up the different varieties of mango trees laden with green

fruits ready to ripen and the actual sight and feel of

It was on one of the them not just in a picture book or a YouTube video
days when my parents thrilled my children and rejuvenated the child in me.
had come visiting us Baba was proud of the prized mango trees that had
in Bangalore, that I grown from the seeds he had procured during his

trip to Mumbai and during his official tours to different

had asked my elder districts of Assam. My mother’s garden of fruits and
daughter to try to flowers which included jackfruit, guava, lychee trees
have maximum and an assortment of lilies, various colors of hibiscus
(Jaba) has always been a gentle reminder that nature

conversations in is at its best during Bohag. Her penchant for growing
Assamese instead of kitchen herbs, varieties of chillies and vegetables and
English with her friend her inimitable way of involving my daughters in
cum neighbour as watering and tending to her kitchen garden during

our stay, eased away my worry that the girls were not

they too hailed from getting close enough to fostering a hands-on
Assam experience of growing some of the food we eat. My
parents and I agreed that gardening would possibly

be one of the best means to acquaint my daughters

that the magical power of mud and water in bringing about new life

is beyond the fear for dirt and germs that we often instil in our children

living in bigger cities.

My husband’s parental home, closer to the capital, served them the
opportunity to walk up to the local market and shop for fresh
vegetables, fresh catch of river fish, some exotic and aromatic herbs,
home-made sweets and curd of unboiled milk, that villagers often
ferry and hawk around in the neighbourhood. Visits to the Assam
State Zoo, the Kamakhya Temple, the Science Museum, Srimanta
Shankaradeva Kalakshetra and day-cruise on the mighty river
Brahmaputra were also included in our itinerary. Our efforts to
introduce our children to the rustic beauty of Assam while
simultaneously enabling them to enjoy the urban aspects through
visits to malls, eateries and river-side stroll, bore fruit and soon we

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noticed that the girls began to look up new places to visit with keen
interest. They also showed immense interest in learning and
participating in the traditional dance forms like Bihu and Satriya. Luckily
for us, BohagBihu is marked by evening performances throughout the
city in Bihutolis where young girls/ladies dressed in the traditional
Paat and MugaMekhelaSador and Riha, beautiful and unique jewellery
liven up the stage with dance performances that leave the audience
mesmerized. Bohag in Guwahati is an ultimate feeling; of shopping
for cottons and Assam silks of every hue and design, of gifting and
receiving the beautiful phulaamgamosa as a sign of love and respect,
of people thronging to the Bihutolis in their best attires of inimitable
designs on Paat and Muga silk, of delicious food, of Bihu performances,
of family visits and friends’ reunion. The joy of waking up to the sweet
voice of the cuckoo, cooing in their typically melodious sing-song
manner every morning and evening is something my daughters bring
back with them when they return to Bangalore. As for me, meeting
school friends who either live in the city or come visiting like me, have
always been that one fact that binds me to my native land.

The year 2020, however, left that page of our lives blank. The sudden
occurrence of the pandemic Covid19 on such a humongous scale
allowed us only a virtual taste of PoilaBoisakh or BohagBihu through
digital platforms. By means of video streaming, I could still greet and
chat with my mother and few close friends, watch some amazing
videos of friends performing Bihu from within their homes, but we
could not help feeling as though our dreams and desires have been
frozen for the time being, like we have been watching everything from
inside a shell, all in sight but lacking the touch, feel and the taste.
What we have missed this year has left us yearning for more in the
coming year, hoping that all becomes well for all of us in this country
and in the entire world. „

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Nandini Sen Das was born and brought up in Guwahati who served as biotech researcher until she decided to take a
break post the birth of her second child. Currently she is a freelance science writer and blogger. She has been living in
Bengaluru since the last seventeen years with her husband and two daughters. A philanthropist at heart, she is very
passionate about social causes like education of under privileged children. She is one of the founder trustees of an
NGO named Ashwaas and is connected to ‘Connect To Heal’, an emotional cancer support help group. She loves
reading, travelling, dancing, teaching and gardening.

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Loving Self
and
Conquering the Covid Blues

Pallavika Barthakur

Look right or look left, look across the world or just look around you;

yes, if we look, we will only observe people running around in a
never ending chase. Either it could be a chase for success, or for
power and money, or love. We hardly realize “What are we actually
doing? What do we want next? Why is the purpose? And if we just
speak about Love, we will see people craving often for true love,
but,in others. We may find people madly falling in love and living
with their loved ones, but still not happy. Do you know why? Because,
for every other person we come across in life, love can have a different
meaning. But believe me! If we try and stop even for once and look
into our inner space, we may be able to find the answers.

Our busy lives, which sometimes move faster even than the hands of
a clock, hardly give us a chance for self-observation and analysis.
But now, when the whole world is fighting to conquer this dreaded
pandemic called Covid (Covid-19), and when there is just sad news
and tragedy each passing day; it seems suddenly our life has come
to a standstill. But if we observe a little more carefully, we find that this
pandemic has come with a very rare gift,which is “The Gift of Time!”
And that’s why the song rightlyfits in here “May there be a silver
twining, back of every cloud you see……”

Well, now most of us are utilizing this gift of time as best as possible.
Isn’t it? While some of us are using this time to just spend lots of
lovely time with their immediate families, one’s spouse, one’s child
or even one’s parents; others are using this time to practice their
hobbies, to pray and meditate; and trying out new skills either in
various creative arts or cooking or writing.

This crisis which has recently brought a country wide lockdown, is not
just making us more self-independent by managing home without

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maids, putting aside the unnecessary purchases and travel plans,
managing both work from home and household chores with multitasking
etc. The lockdown is also healing the world by healing our Mother Nature.
Now, when healing is happening to nature, if we can tune ourselves to
this process and find some time to look within, we may actually realize
that our never ending search of True Love can end here, and true love
can be found just by Loving Self.

Now these kinds of thoughts can easily be parked sideways by whoever
is reading this, saying “Oh common! I do not want to become a saint
now!” But believe me, if a young lady like
me can realize this, I am sure, each and
every person reading this, can or shall at
some point of time in our lives, realize the
same. Now loving one-self is not easy. In-
fact,it can be the toughest thing to
accomplish. And so I call it a “POWER”.
The art or science of loving oneself is
nothing but a power, and it is very divine
and very beautiful. It can be so strong that
even if we acquire a small percentage of it,
we can actually see the changes in our lives.
It will lift us so high, that the day to day
downs of life - the hatred, the taunts, the darkness of peeping eyes, the
envy, the personal mental attacks, the judgment or reproach of others
on our justified deeds - all these won’t affect us anymore. We would just
be able to take off those away as if brushing away dirt with our hand
from our shirts, and then smile and walk tall. Let me take some instances
to explain this phenomenon.

The first instance :

We often tend to get disappointed if things do not happen the way we
planned or according to our way. Or we come across someone actually
blocking or causing an obstruction to what we might have planned.
Our first response to such blockages is generally to react with “Anger”.
But if we have already started the journey of loving ourselves, we will
respond to this in a different way, saying “I know I shall be able to
better enact this plan another day with more success” or “just smile
at the person who caused the unwanted blockage, may be even to
the extent of getting involved to make that person momentarily happy”
or “just move away from the situation in silence” and not just react
with anger or disappointment anymore, which might have been the
usual response.

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The second instance:

A girl madly in love with a guy from a very young age. She dreamed of a

beautiful life with him. Even the guy happened to come very close to the

girl or the guy unknowingly was always polite, kind and caring for the girl.

But the guy met another girl in another phase of his life and found true

love in the second girl and just decided to marry her. Now for the first girl,

she may feel, “What was the mistake? Where did she go wrong? Why was

her deep and honest love betrayed or not reciprocated?” With this feeling

she may either break up from within or be very angry with the boy, which

is very natural. However the situation will be very different if the girl has

already started loving herself. She will respond by

Let’s remember it is thinking, “Maybe God has much better plans for
never too late to start the her, maybe still she has not met the person in whose
arms she will feel the most safest, who will be the
process of achieving this
one to take care of her whole life”. And she will

infinite Power. Some may then either be happy in her friend’s (the boy here)
have already begun this happiness or just silently move away from his life.
But then the wait for her own good times may be
journey of loving self,
because life often throws tough or may be longer. She may even feel guilty of
at us situations or loving someone who does not reciprocate with same
feelings towards her. But if she has acquired the
power of loving herself, she will not let the guilt

challenges where this trouble her and immerse herself in the beauties of
power gets applied life, of nature, of time, give love to her parents and
unknowingly. friends, spend more time in her hobby or her work,
whatever makes her feel good about herself and

the results of all these will have to be finally very

beautiful, since she had made the best use of her time instead of lamenting

on something which was not meant for her. Yes, memories may remain

but she will be able to look into the memory; and smile and realize that

she has become a better person in life because of her past experiences.

The third instance can be like:

Someone lost his/her Father in a young age in a very sad accident. The
life of the child, because of this sudden loss may totally get devastated,
with the earning source of the family gone to take care of the child. The
strength to depend upon is gone suddenly from the child’s life. People
would express sympathy, near and dear ones may be sad in the loss etc.
However all the sympathy and sorrow will last only for some time. The
actual fight of life would have to be fought by the child himself/herself. But
do we often see why many such children are able to do very good in life?
Why such a child is able to cope up with any situation later in life to become

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a better person? Because there exists this DIVINE POWER; The power
which lifts the child up and get him/her going, the power which shows
the path, the power from the deceased who helps to take out the best
in the child which might not have come out if his/her father was actually
alive. Such children, who have moved ahead of the grief to be successful,
are often able to lead a good life, give better advice and be happier
than others in small things of life. This is all possible because the child
must have mastered the power of loving himself/herself.

Let’s remember it is never too late to start the process of achieving this
infinite Power. Some may have already begun this journey of loving
self, because life often throws at us situations or challenges where this
power gets applied unknowingly. Good part is, only very few can claim
that they have mastered in this journey, in-fact one who has been able
to master, will actually never claim that he/she has. But, once we begin,
we all will be at some or other phase in this journey. And it is very easy
to know and realize that we have begun; since life will feel more at
peace, mind will be calm. The way we respond to difficult situations will
change.We will be able to find positives even in extreme odds.We shall
be able to welcome anyone with love and most importantly we will feel
closer to God by this divine act of loving ourselves. This will in turn
bring a beautiful positive aura into our inner space which will also start
reflecting outside bringing about positive changes in people and places
associated with us. This is such a beautiful and peaceful power which
can bring many positive changes in one’s life. So let’s start affirming and
loving ourselves today and conquer any blues that life throws at us at
any point of time. We can apply this concept like a science or a technique
in many occasions of our own life experiences and other’s lives too and
keep mastering this art of loving oneself with each passing day. And yes
the Mantra is “Positive Affirmation”. „

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Pallavika Barthakur is a Physiotherapist turned Management Professional working in the ITES sector and living in Bangalore
with her small family (her husband and her little son). Originally from the beautiful town of Assam- Jorhat she is a happy, fun
loving, social and positive lady, who loves networking, reading, writing, singing and very much in love with her Assamese
traditions and culture. She can be reached @https://www.linkedin.com/in/pallavika-barthakur-37a09016/&https://
medium.com/@pallavikabarthakur

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Continuing My Passion For Dance
During Covid Times

Amrita Sharma

All of us have been heavily affected by the outbreak of novel

coronavirus but during these strenuous Covid times I am thankful
and immensely grateful that I could utilise my time to grow,
learn and continue my passion for dance though the virtual
platform. It has been an enriching and a very constructive
experience for me. I was able to channelize my time and energy
in a positive manner through the medium of dance.

I am an Odissi dancer and performer at Nrityantar Academy of
Performing Arts, Bangalore and student of Guru Smt. Madhulita
Mohapatra. Our Guru has invariably and always encouraged
us saying, “Despite social distancing, dance continues to keep
us all connected.”

Practising, sharing our joy and passion via live video conferences
and Nrityantar online chat rooms, we were further encouraged
to celebrate dance.

Technology has played a major role in helping artists like us
continue our art form in the digital space although it demands
a new level of literacy for all of us. But during these Covid times
it is of utmost importance that we use technology and try to
keep things ‘normal’ and understand the importance of remote
learning.

I have found live video calling such as Zoom particularly powerful
during this time. Even though it cannot replace physical
classroom environments but is definitely a close substitute in
such difficult lockdown times. We at Nrityantar have also put
digital platforms to good use by hosting a series of LIVE
performances and meaningful conversations on our Instagram
page for art lovers to witness the age old art form of Odissi.
Social media platforms Facebook, Instagram, YouTube etc., are
also helping and encouraging artists to get more creative and

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reach out and foster interactivity with
the greater audiences. Definitely the
internet and digital worlds have a
plethora of exciting ways to connect
and communicate with your audience
thereby inspiring and motivating artists
and classical dancers like us to present
our creative work through the digital
platforms. I highly appreciate the fact
that artists, dancers and people in the
creative field have been using this
period of lockdown to come up with
their own “out of the box” ideas to create original content and reach
out to audiences in the digital space.

One of the benefits of continuing dance during this pandemic was
that it uplifted my mood and kept me in highly positive spirits. There
have been scientific explanations that there are ways we can use
dance to improve our mental health. Research in this field confirms
that dance improves the health of heart, overall muscle strength,
balance and coordination, while reducing depression. Aside from
the benefits of movement and music, dancing also allows us to
become more connected and social. Making new friendships or
reconnecting in an old relationship can be a wonderful side effect
of dance. These social interactions can go a long way in improving
mood and mental health.

Lockdown has initiated the ‘virtual’ coming of
artists, each trying to discover his/her own inherent
strengths. Quoting one of my favourites by Sir
Winston Churchill “A pessimist sees the difficulty in
every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity
in every difficulty.”

This is a difficult time for everyone but we should
remember that good things happen to those who
don’t stop believing, trying, learning, and being
grateful. Let’s face today with a positive attitude.
Let’s promise to smile more and worry less.

Let’s stay positive. Let’s dance. „

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Amrita Sharma is a HR Professional, specializing in Talent Acquisition. She is also a dancer and performer at Nrityantar
academy of Performing Arts (www.nrityantar.com), Bangalore.

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You Are Not Alone
We Are Just A Call Away...

Dr. Monideepa Das

Let me begin by recollecting something I had learnt as a child

in school : ‘Man is by nature a social animal’. This sentence
has stayed on with me ever since. I was almost ‘grown up’
when I learnt that it was said by none other than Aristotle, the
legendary Greek philosopher.

It is an irrefutable fact that ‘man cannot live alone’. We start
our lives enveloped by the love and warmth of our families and
relatives and with the passing years, we make friends at school,
at college and subsequently, at the workplace. Some of us make
friends easily, some take time. Some widen their circle by
welcoming and including mutual friends, while some are
comfortable within their close groups. It is important to realise
that we come from diverse backgrounds with individual stories
behind us. On getting to know a person better, we might
understand that the reason for his or her introverted nature
could possibly be the loss of a family member or perhaps a
broken home. On the other hand, someone’s apparent
gregariousness could be his or her attempt to hide some sorrow
or shortcoming. Each of us have individual and varying
communication skills. Some are expressive and eloquent; while
some others are taciturn and reticent.

Every person is different from the other. Just like physical features,
mental makeup too differs from one individual to another. It is
imperative to maintain a healthy body and a healthy mind
because they are intricately intertwined and work in tandem.
The evidence of physical well-being are visible and tangible;
hence, easily recognisable. But how do we know about the state
of the mind and what do we understand when we speak of a
healthy mind ?

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A few of the salient features that indicate a healthy mind are those that
show the person’s ability to fulfil certain functions and activities, such
as, the ability to learn, to feel and express positive as well as negative
emotions, to build and maintain good relationships with others, and to
cope with change and uncertainty.

Speaking of the ‘ability to cope with changes’, brings me to the current

crisis situation resulting from the pandemic caused by the Novel

Coronavirus (COVID-19) disease. Needless to say that the entire world

is reeling under the effect of the pandemic and the sudden changes

brought about by it. Quite out of the blue, the virus as minuscule as

being visible only under an electron microscope has taken on the

magnitude of a behemoth. The attempt to contain its spread has literally

forced us to remain within the sheltered security of our homes. So much

so that people who would earlier pine to spend more time at home

have been left with little
or no option but to feel The oft heard complaint of ‘no family time’
‘caged’. Strong words, has been replaced by the new complaint ‘too
such as ‘lockdown’, much proximity’, thanks to home
‘quarantine’, ‘social
distancing’, ‘containment confinement. What about those who have
zones’ etc. have been been forced to live all alone ‘locked-up’’
floating around. Shut- within the walls of their rooms/homes with
down of schools and

offices have called for not a soul to come face-to-face with? And
online classes and Work these just make up the tip of the iceberg.
From Home. As if that

wasn’t enough, with

helpers being asked to stay safe in their own homes, the onus of all

household chores has landed on our laps. All of these have naturally

been responsible for altering the daily routine to a considerable degree.

Consequently, the ability of every individual to cope with change has

inevitably been challenged.

I shall refrain from going into the vast enormity of the subject of Mental
Health. Suffice it to say, that in my opinion, mental health is a journey
marked with many turning points and milestones that every individual
traverses through his or her life. Even during ‘normal’ life, an individual
is likely to go through a wide range of emotions on a single day; happy
one moment, sad the other; confident one moment, desolate the other.
Elation and depression are like two sides of a coin.

The unusual or the ‘new normal’ situation created by this pandemic
has played havoc on our minds, making us realise many things that we

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had refrained from giving much thought earlier. No stratum of society
has been spared. The daily wage earners who had left their native places
and travelled to distant urban settlements for sustenance have found
themselves distraught and desperate on account of suddenly being
without work, and consequently, without food and shelter. Scattered
families with spouses and children who had grown accustomed to living
apart for purposes of work or study, have become acutely aware that
geographical distances do matter after all. The oft heard complaint of
‘no family time’ has been replaced by the new complaint ‘too much
proximity’, thanks to home confinement. What about those who have
been forced to live all alone ‘locked-up’’ within the walls of their rooms/
homes with not a soul to come face-to-face with? And these just make
up the tip of the iceberg.

There is not an iota of doubt that the tenacity of the mind has been tried
and tested during this period of lockdown and each of us has struggled
to stay sane. Some have survived, some have succumbed. An incident
that shook and shattered us one evening during lockdown, was that of a
young, healthy, 19-year-old girl from Assam succumbing to stress, here
in Bangalore. With little or no knowledge about the ‘why’ of it, all we
could do was to share our grief and despair within the closed group of
our Editorial Team. The single-most question on our minds as we retired
that night was, “Could we have helped? Could we have done something
that would have prevented her from taking this drastic step?” We could
not contain our wishful thinking that if only she had reached out to
someone, or, any one of us, and shared her concerns: probably that
helpless call from the grief-stricken father would not have come by. . .

At this point, my thoughts promptly narrowed down to the batches of
young boys and girls who fly out of their cosy nests every year in their
quest for education and jobs.

Some of them are still in their teens and some are barely out. There is a
newness in everything around them; new places, new environments,
new friends, new food palates, new courses of study, new lifestyles, new
challenges. Some choose to share their living spaces, while some opt
for living alone. Either way, it is a massive change from the familiar
‘fort’ that home had been for them. These youngsters who move out
with dreams and plans of a bright career are constantly under the pressure
of ‘performing well’, ‘living up to expectations’, ‘doing their parents
proud’, etc. Naturally, they do not feel comfortable sharing these
problems and issues with their parents and siblings for fear of worrying
and upsetting them. On many occasions, over telephonic conversations
with their families, these young girls and boys probably hide their tears

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of loneliness and desolation behind their giggles and guffaws. Feeling of
‘isolation’ even in the company of friends is not unusual. At such times, it is
very important to find an outlet to express what’s on their minds. Keeping
these worries and anxieties bottled up would only allow them to grow and
ultimately become too much to handle.

It is an established fact that talking to someone, sharing the worries and
problems can allay anxiety, help to de-stress and also improve the mood.
Hence it is natural to wish for a sympathetic ear and a comforting shoulder
during moments of stress and crises. Most people choose to share their
worries with a trusted member of the family. However, some are apprehensive
about doing so, for fear of being judged by their loved ones. They are more
comfortable opening their hearts out to complete
strangers. Also, being able to offer emotional
support is not an easy task ; not everyone can do it
effectively. It is a skill that comes naturally to some
while for some, it takes practice and polishing.

Fortunately, in today’s times, there are many
helplines which can be reached out to. They
competently address and extend help to people who
are fighting stress and depression. But the hesitation
to reach out poses itself as a hurdle. Maybe, an
intermediary could be the answer. . .

With this in mind, I wish to conclude by sharing three
contact numbers and by solemnly promising that if:
at any point of time and at any time of the day or
night, one should feel the need ‘to talk to someone,’
we will be all ears. While we are NOT trained,
professional psychologists or psychiatrists; we still have the raw and sincere
intent of putting ourselves in the shoes of a parent, a sibling, or a friend - when
needed. Hence, I stand confident that speaking to one of us should NOT fail at
conveying a sense of security and comfort to the person at the other end.

Our helpline numbers are :

+91 8884412523 | +91 98453 24341 | +91 95907 77722
Most humbly request our esteemed readers to kindly help us in this sincere
endeavour by spreading this message and enabling us to offer maximum
support. „

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The writer Dr. Monideepa Das is a member of the Uruli team.

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The Covid Ninja Warrior of
Assam Association Bangalore

Pranab Jyoti Borah (PJB)

Mukesh Sharma

‘Pranab, need your help !’

What happened ?

A girl has committed suicide in Koramangala. Her father just
now called me up. We need to ensure that the body is sent via an
ambulance to Guwahati.

The girl apparently could not handle the pressure of being alone
in her room during the lockdown period, got depressed and
committed suicide. The news came like a bolt from the blue. If
only the girl knew some of us, perhaps we could have helped.
You feel so helpless when you hear about the death of a teenager
who was just a 19 year old girl.

Pranab immediately responded to the request and came running
to the spot where he worked till 2:30 in the night (accompanied
by the girl’s cousin who also worked nonstop to complete all the
formalities like getting the Covid Test done for the deceased, Post-
mortem etc.) to get the police pass for the ambulance and its two
drivers, and send off the ambulance from St. John’s hospital to
Guwahati. And, after three days we received the news that the
ambulance had reached Guwahati, and the family had cremated
the dead body on the same day.

‘Mukesh Da, the first train from Bangalore to Guwahati is leaving
on 18th (May). I am planning to provide the passengers some
hot lunch on behalf of Assam Association Bangalore. These are
the plans…..’

I arrived at the Bangalore cantonment railway station around
noon on 18th to find that Pranab had already done some miracles.
Overnight, he had enlisted the help of our trusted warriors Paresh

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and Debojit and made all the arrangements starting from arranging tent house
items, buying groceries to arrange for a few more volunteers, quite efficiently. I
saw piping hot Khisiri (a dish made up of rice and lentils) on 10 big vessels ready
for distribution. Ranjan and Tribeni joined me a little later. All of us along with a
few volunteers from the Bodo Welfare Students Association, we packed the food
and started distributing among the passengers. While most of us left by 6 PM,
Pranab stayed back till 11 PM to complete all other works. He also distributed
remaining khisiri to the passengers of another train leaving for Meghalaya on the
same day, and later cleaned up the entire venue.

“Pranab da, amar bohut problem hoise, ki koru kouk sunn?”

“Pranab da, amar landlord'e amak ghor'or pora khedi dise”

“Pranab da, mur deuta'r gaa khub beya, jene tene axom jabo lage, ki koru?”

Every day, he seems to receive endless
number of such calls from the affected
people seeking for his help!

‘Mukesh da, I have a phone with a strong
battery and it does not even last half a
day. I have taken more than 300 calls in
one day’ – one day Pranab confided.
And, it was bound to happen given the
number of calls he had to answer daily.

‘Pranab, there are some people from my
assembly segment who need some help, can you please do something?’ – A few
calls came from the MLAs of Assam.

‘Pranab, I am entrusted with the responsibility of helping the stranded people of
Assam in Bangalore. I will use you as my contact in Bangalore (in the absence of
any Assam House in Bangalore) and will provide whatever help I can.’ This was
stated by a top government official.

‘Pranab, I am calling from the Government of Assam, Guwahati. You are doing
exemplary work. May God bless you! Thank you for your selfless service to the
people of Assam’ – stated another IAS officer from Assam.

Well, PJB, as many of us call him fondly, has no official status to represent the
Government of Assam. He does not get any compensation for the work he has been
doing so far. Pranab has his own business, but has decided to put his business on
hold for the time being, which means he does not have any stable income coming in
for himself. He has no one to cook for him and eats whenever and wherever he gets
an opportunity to grab something. Most often, he does not sleep till 3-4 AM. But all
these neither bother him nor deter him from the service he is providing to Humanity.
He is on a personal mission to help as many people as he can.

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Now, let me share with you a few specific instances to give you a glimpse of the
varied problems faced by people during this lockdown.

India had just got into a lockdown in March 2020. Our Association office in
Bengaluru received a call from someone in Koramangala (a locality in Bangalore)
stating that a gentleman from Assam has died in his rented room. Pranab received
that call around 1 PM when he was busy doing some other work. He asked the
caller to inform Police since it was an unnatural death and also said that he would
visit them as soon as his work gets over. He finally reached Koramangala at around
6 PM only to find out that the dead body was lying on the floor and no one had
informed the Police. Pranab took the onus on himself to talk to the business owner
cum landlord of that house and the Police, and managed to arrange for the post-
mortem of the body. He also convinced the business owner through a mix of
request and pressure, to make the necessary arrangements to send the body by
an ambulance to Assam, to the deceased person’s home. The man’s family consisted
of his wife and two young daughters who were highly grateful as they could get a
glimpse of their father/husband for one last time.

The people most affected by the lockdown were the ones who either lived from
paycheck to paycheck or the ones who depended on their daily work. They could
pay the bills only if they earned. Since lockdown had stopped their earning, it
was really difficult for them to meet their daily expenses and pay rents. Our
Association received countless number of calls on the above mentioned issues
from the nook and corners of Bengaluru. And, we tried to help as many people
as we could by providing rations so that they would not go hungry. Pranab
also took the onus of personally speaking to a number of landlords to convince
them to allow the tenants to stay without paying any rent for a couple of months
- a policy which was also supported by the government in the form of a
notification. Many times, he had to take the help of Police to convince some of
these landlords.

Pranab received a call from a Govt official in Guwahati who said that there was
a SOS call from an Assamese family living in Bangalore. That family had been
asked to vacate its rented house within an hour and if they didn’t, they would be
evicted forcefully. Keeping the seriousness of the issue in mind, Pranab reached
the place right away. He met the concerned family, the landlord of the house
and other members of the society to find out that there were a few
misunderstandings between them. The landlord and the society members were
quite reasonable and their concern was that there was a 5th member (a youth
from Assam) who was staying with the family, and they wanted him to leave the
house (they were concerned that he could be a Covid-19 carrier). The truth was
that the youth had come for a social visit much before the lockdown started. The
society people were not at all ready to allow the youth stay in the apartment
even after Pranab suggested that he would get a Covid test done for him. Finally,

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Pranab took help of the local Police inspector and the local corporator, organised
a meeting at the police station including all these people, and helped arrive at a
final decision. The decision was that the youth would be allowed to stay in the
house, but he would be sent back to Assam the moment train service becomes
available. It was 12:30 AM in the midnight when Pranab reached home, but he
was contended that he could resolve yet another tricky issue.

If you notice, the entire focus currently is on managing Covid patients and Covid

related issues. What happens if something happens that is not related to Covid?

Pranab got a call from a young couple during the lockdown. The lady was expecting,

and the family was not financially so strong. They called him asking for help to get

admitted to a hospital for the delivery. No hospital was ready to accommodate

them. And they were also not getting an ambulance to transfer the lady to a hospital.

Pranab got into action, used his contacts in the Police to Pranab also took the
arrange for a hospital and used a Police vehicle to transfer onus of personally
the lady to one of the hospitals. And the couple were blessed
with a baby girl soon. Pranab congratulated the proud speaking to a number

parents and gifted the baby some cash on behalf of Assam of landlords to

Association Bangalore as a token of our love and affection. convince them to allow

Pranab received many such calls from different patients the tenants to stay

who wanted his help in various issues ranging from without paying any rent
arranging for medicines to precautions they need to take for a couple of months
to ward off the virus. It is pertinent to mention here that
Pranab proactively did some remarkable deeds to create - a policy which was
awareness among people about Covid-19. For example, also supported by the
he took the help of our association member, Dr. Monideepa government in the form

Das (whom we call Munba ) and Dr. Farmida Aman to of a notification. Many
create two videos around what precautions one should take a times, he had to take
to protect ourselves against this invisible virus. These videos
were shared in our official Facebook page along with the help of Police to
various whatsapp groups which people really liked, and convince some of these
got benefited by the information shared.
landlords.

There were a lot of Assamese people who were in deep trouble financially because
they did not receive salaries from their firms. Pranab took it upon himself to meet/
talk to all such business owners and convinced them to release part payments to
our people. Similarly, he spoke with a lot of home-owners requesting them not to
evict any of our people from their homes for not paying rents.

There was also a scheme by the Govt of Assam to transfer Rs. 2000 to eligible
people directly to their bank accounts. A few people had already received this
amount, but many did not. Pranab initially thought that there would be about
1500 people who would need this help. Once Pranab started the process of
collecting the data of such eligible people, he received details of an astonishing

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