Even before I start writing, must I here mention that neither am I a right wing supporter nor am I inclined to the left. My religion does not reflect my political ideologies neither do my educational institution. The media landscape which today is full of opinions, it becomes imperative to mention that anything has been posted is devoid of any political influence. So to begin with, I attended the protest screening the controversial documentary, ‘Muzaffarnagar Baaqi Hai’. Calling the documentary ‘controversial’ would probably be the safest as it involves heated difference of opinions. However, if I am asked to define the movie in one word, despite everything or ignoring any consequence, I will use to the word ‘problematic’. Needless to say, the documentary revolves around the 2013 Muzaffarnagar riots in the Western Uttar Pradesh region and basically narrated stories of Muslim victims, upon whom atrocities were committed by Hindu Jats. Nakul Singh Sawhney, the film maker, prov...

Of the millions things which is overdue, I resume this space from a new place, Mumbai. For sixteen years I complained about rains in Assam and the next five years about the heat in Delhi. And now, vivacious cycle, what the life is, and here I am complaining about rain again.  I rains like anything here, and if someone from Guwahati is saying, believe me, the gravity is intense. What kept me away from this space was the culmination of my undergraduate college life. College life is a very funny one. The first year you try to grasp what is happening around, the second year you finally start hanging on to things and as you finally settle by the third, it’s over. It was just yesterday that I joined in a nervous undergraduate fresher, and today here I am writing after having attended the first two days of Masters Programme. The final semester was hectic as well as difficult. As in, all throughout you study at least to pass, while now you study because you have to pass. And diff...