I hail from a state that finds
space in a newspaper or channel only after terror attacks or natural calamities
rather
Act of God, as taught by one
of my recent favourite Hindi movie. Belonging to a terrorism and extremism
infested state like Assam, where the rate of development has always been
subjected to rigorous delays, there are a handful of things one can take pride
in. And speaking simple yet correct English is just one of them. It would be
wrong or appropriately unjustified to claim that we North Easterns have the
best of English in the country but some veracity still underlies the statement,
which I am sure most will agree. However,
for the first time in my twenty-four years this fact, it feels is belying me.
With a pledge of impressing my bf against his banters and coaxes, I finally
convinced my motor senses of coercing my lazy hands to type on the keypad and
scribble something crisp and worth readable. But alas! To my utter chagrin, all
that my brain could direct me in the past one and half hour is to impassively
gaze at the blank screen of the Ms Word 2010 document and ponder what to start
with. And far from an remarkable write-up, I am just having to wrap up here
with a poetasting piece because the silent ticking of my digital clock...all
the way from Thailand make me realize that its nearing dawn and time that I hit
the bed. So….dasvidanya!!
