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Is this It?

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Candles down and Smoke up  Is this death? Confused by confusion Where am I ? Carrying this bag load of ephemereal dreams  I don't know my purpose  Mentally harrassed  I call an angel a holy whore Heaven earth! I've savored the forbidden fruit  Tried the pills of morality and a dose of ethics  All these cribblings Is this it?

The Pen is Mightier than the Dao: A Performance

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The Performance is part of the 9th annual carnival of e-creativity(CEC 2015) in creative collaboration with Harhsha Vardhan Durugadda from Hyderabad assisted by Readyon Stone Nongrum and his brother Keady from Shillong.  CEC is an annual public incident organised by the Academy of  Electronic  Arts (www.theaea.org) also known as the Academy of Experimental Arts.This year it was played out in Shillong in the month of May . Photo credits: Shankar Barua
The Pen is Mightier than the Dao: People without Writing Writing a Nation: The term Northeast India refers to no more than a geographical location on India’s political map. Unlike other place names it evokes no cultural memory and shared collective history. It is, in a lot of ways, reflective of the entrenched view of the people in the region that has remained stagnant since the first colonial incursion into the region i.e. they are people without writing and thus without any veritable recognizable history and memory. Colonial ethnographic accounts which described the diverse communities dwelling in the hills and the fertile valleys as depressed uncivilized, treacherous, pernicious opiate and wild races was superimposed to generate a dominant image of the people which condemned them as discriminated, underprivileged and backward tribes. The image of the hoary past marked by absence of writing, cultural deprivation and technological backwardness was projected to construct and ...
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Amnesia- A New Faith        Beer Purkhako Santan Hoa Timi An Elegy to Amnesia You are the children of your brave ancestors The earth is wet with your sweat and blood Let you take the enlightened path of your ancestors and lead by setting some proud examples To count among those who took care of the welfare of life and this earth To value the simple Daurosurwal* With a Dhaga Topi* on one’s head, a Khukuri* wrapped to one’s waist Wearing clarity and fearlessness on your chests Let you march ahead towards  light Let you be together, work together as one human tribe Man and nature hand in hand Let you etch and pass down the story of your nation and soil You are the children of your brave ancestors   Translation of the poem “ Beer Purkhako Santan Hoa Timi ” by B.B.Gurung From the book of Nepali poems “Pratham Koseli” by Rustam Gurung  & B.B.Gurung Daurosurwal- Traditional attire of the Nepali people worn b...

Going Going Gone....Sunset in the Abode of Clouds-Meghalaya

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Headshot of The Headhunters

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Naga Headhunters pose for the Headshot

Light Bowl

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                                                Light Bowl- A Pause in Progress On my way back I met the children of progress at the tracks of time It was a dumb crowd too absorbed in their talks and diatribes as they kept coming and going in their class equipped trains Its mighty railway engine drove them up and down the wheel of prosperity  From the dust the little circus twins emerged And began to crawl with their drum, iron hoops and bowls Putting on cheap acrobatics at the station For the passengers and the mercy of their rupee No one held their hands and lift them up No one asked them whether they were tired Nameless they were what they were: Dust which we trampled over and over Inspired by our 21 st century megalomania My heart yelled at the revelers asking if these poor little clowns were travelling with us They ...
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Train of Thought This Train of thought is leading me again A ride to the destination of fame; A future of discovery and prosperity Away from this home My home of presence and gratitude Away from this garden This paddy, these livestock This wilderness and this innocence Here and Now The Metropolis is in sight Megastructures of the human mind and genius There I met a soul Explaining to me Megalomania I believed I was one of them Congregated in delirium Hill Engineers building Utopia The architect of Metropolis Here and Now Yet I suffered like some grand thief Overcome by phantasmagoria    Clouded by paranoia and grief Seeking like a mad man for a piece of solitude In the land of Dystopia I cursed that fucking train which brought me here My body and mind Amputated In this Pâturage de l'oubli Here and Now Then I hear the alarm bells of my chaos fade out To the sound of a blues rhythm Into the metallic chuggin...