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BORHOMTHURI 2014

Editorial Group:
Chief Editors:
Prachuryya Kaushik
Sugata Siddhartha Goswami

Borhomthuri14 team:
Ujjal Nath
Himangshu Bora
Kalyanjyoti Chutia
Saidul Islam
Nupur Kalita
Bandita Kalita
Jitu Bezbaruah
Tridip Das
Devajani Borah
Kamaljit Medhi
Ilina Sinha
Gauranga Phukan

Chief Advisors:
Ms. Padmaja Tamuli
Faruque Aziz

Design Team:
Himangshu Bora
Ujjal Nath
Luna Phukan
Bandita Kalita
Baishalee Sonowal

MESSAGE

It gives me immense pleasure to learn that Posua Organizing Committee NIT Silchar is
going to publish the 2nd Edition of their magazine Borhomthuri for the year 2014.
I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more
important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.--Albert Einstein. Everyone is bestowed with imagination and seek a platform to
translate their imagination into creative wonders. I firmly believe Borhomthuri will
provide that platform to all of us to strive towards deriving joy out of our creations.
I wish the advent of spring brings with it vivid colours, new hopes and flush in positive
energy into our lives. I express my heartfelt congratulations to the entire team of Posua
and Borhomthuri for this accomplishment and wish them all success in bringing out the
literary best in all of us.

(Prof. N. V. Deshpande)
Director
NIT Silchar

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I am extremely glad to know that the organising committee of Posua 2014 is all
set to publish the 2nd edition of Borhomthuri a souvenir on this festive occasion. I
believe the articles, poems and other write ups in the magazine will reflect our rich
socio-cultural heritage and above all our diverse, yet unique identity.
Spring is the season of new beginnings. Fresh buds bloom and animals awaken
and the earth seems to come to life again. I am sure that the entire NITS Family is
waiting eagerly to celebrate the advent of spring with all glitz and glamour. I invite all of
you to come and rejoice this new beginning together. Come let us take some time out of
our busy schedules and indulge in celebrating our vigour.
I wish the entire team of Posua 2014 a grand success and hope that Borhomthuri
2014 will be successful to bring out the literary best in all of us. I convey my
appreciation for this enduring endeavour and wish it a long life.

(Dr. A.K.Barbhuiyan)
Dean, Students Welfare
National Institute of Technology, Silchar

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MESSAGE

It gives me immense pleasure to know that students of NIT Silchar are going to
celebrate Posua like the previous year. I am also happy to know that during Posua
14, the second edition of the souvenir Borhomthuri is going to be published.
I strongly believe that through this souvenir, the students and staff of NIT Silchar will
get ample opportunity to express their literary talents through articles and poems. I also
feel that this endeavor on the part of the students will bring joy and happiness to all the
people of NIT Silchar, irrespective of caste, creed, religion, faith and belief.
Posua will certainly bring happiness to one and all, and provide a platform to sing and
celebrate together and to rejoice in our unity. I wish Posua 14 as well as
Borhomthuri a great success.
Happy Rongali Bihu to one and all!

(Dr. R. D. Misra)
President, POSUA-2013
Professor
Department of Mechanical Engineering

MESSAGE

Spring is an exuberance of new life, often coming after a long wait when everything
seems dormant. It is a time of rebirth and new beginnings; a renewal of life and
energy. It is a matter of great pleasure and pride that NIT Silchar is going to host
Posua 2014 on 5th of April 2014 to celebrate the advent of spring. I am very happy
to learn that like previous year the 2nd Edition of Borhomthuri- a Souvenir will also
be published on this festive occasion.
Spring means manifestation of the best. Spring is youth of creation. Youth is spring of
life. Spring means our hidden possibility gets manifested. I hope the souvenir will
bring out the creative best in all of us and provide a platform to express our latent
talents. I firmly believe that the souvenir will be able to showcase the rich literary
grandeur of the students and staff members of the Institute. I would like to invite all
of you to come and join us, feel rejuvenated and celebrate our souls youth.
I am very grateful to Dr. N. V. Deshpande, Director NIT Silchar for his enduring
support to organize this event. I convey my sincere congratulations to all the Faculty
members, Staff members and students of the Institute for their valuable support and
contributions.
I would like to convey my heartfelt gratitude to the entire team of Posua and
Borhomthuri for this opportunity to express myself. I wish the event a grand success.
I wish you all vigour, beauty, and above all, peace.

(Ms. Padmaja Tamuli)


Faculty Advisor, Posua 2014
Assistant Professor
Deptt. Of Humanities & Social Sciences
NIT Silchar

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SUGATA SIDDHARTHA GOSWAMI


B.Tech 3rd Year
Civil Engineering Branch

Assam has a composite culture which has evolved from the confluence of various
traditions. The numerous tribes inhabiting this land provide it a unique identity that is
not only multi-lingual but also multi-ethnic. Amidst such diversity the binding agent is
its Bihu festival. The advent of spring is celebrated by a large number of ethnic tribes
like Mishing, Karbi, Boro, Dimasa, Rabha, Tiwa, Garo, Jayantia, Khamti, Sonowal Kachari,
Tai Phake or Phakial, Hmar, Kuki,Hajong, Mech and the tea-communities, among others.

Bohag Bihu signifies seed-time and it also ushers in the Assamese New Year. It
has an alternative name Rongali Bihu or the bihu of merriment, being associated with
youth, joy and mirth. Singing and dancing constitute the essential features of this
springtime Bihu festival. The Bihu songs tread on themes of love and yearning and the
dance performed by young men and women reflect youthful passion.

We are happy to be able to present the second issue of Borhomthuri to our readers and
we earnestly hope that we have succeeded in encapsulating the resplendent heritage of
our culture. As the air is filled with the exhilarating beats of bihu dhol and the
mesmerizing sound of pepa, the editorial team of Borhomthuri wishes you all a very
happy Bihu, Baisakh Panchami and Pongal.

Posua14 organizing Committee


Patron:
Prof. N.V. Deshpande
Director, NIT-Silchar.
Chief Advisor:
Dr. A.K. Barbhuiyan
Dean(S/W)
Executive Committee:
Mr. Jagganath Patro
Dr. R.D. Misra
Prof. Fazal A. Talukdar
Prof. S. Baishya
Dr. N.B. Dev Choudhury
Vice President
(Gymkhana Union Body)
General Secretary
(Gymkhana Union Body)
Cultural Secretary
(Gymkhana Union Body)
Faculty Advisors:
Dr. B.K. Roy
Md. M. Ali Ahmed
Dr. L.C. Saikia
Dr. P. Barman
Mrs. Madhuchanda Nath
Md. Wasim Arif.
Dr. K.N. Das.
Mrs. Jupitara Hazarika.
Dr.(Mrs.) Mausami Sen.
Ms. Padmaja Tamuli
President :
Dr. P. Rajbongshi.
Convener :
Heerok Jyoti Hazarika
Treasurer:
Plaban Barman

Event Management:
Akhim Jyoti Baruah
Anurag Biswanath
Champakjyoti Rajbangshi
Khanin Talukdar
Deepanwita Kalita
Pranzil Gogoi
Kooljit Das
Jongki Hazarika
Anurag Thakuria
Gaurav Talukdar
Infrastructure team:
Smith Ghosh
Jayanta Madhab Phukan
Dhruba Pujary
Porag Gogoi
Himanshu Saikia
Shekhar Doley
Bedanta Deori
Birjon Boro
Parthajyoti Baishya
Partha Pratim Saikia
Raj Deka
Navneet Goswami
Dipankar Bhattacharya
Ritwick Gogoi
Ayan Saikia
Raktim Sonowal
Manas Sarma
Anurag Thakuria
Debabrata Saha
Lakshmi Narayan Prasad
Hospitality team:
Abhishek Bezbaruah
Souvik Ghosh
Dwikul Jyoti Das
Daisy Bora
Pranzil Gogoi
Tarif Anowar Hussain
Nip Malakar
Pranab Barman
Bikiran Gogoi
Bedantadeep Dutta
Navarun Vasistha
Pritam Sagar Buragohain
Sanjeev Bora
Anurag Mon Hazarika

Nayanjyoti Barman
Nupur Ranjan Nath
Tonmoy Deka
Parshojyoti Phukan
Gaurav Talukdar
Nupur Kalita
Chaitanya Bez
Priyankush Baruah
Porag Jyoti Borah
Nipan Sarma
Hemanga Saikia
Shantanu Deb
Jitu Bezbaruah
Gautam Borpatra
HironJyoti Kashyap
Paran Baruah
Trideep Das
Dwaipayan Nobis
Pulakesh Gogoi
Dibyajyoti Changmai
Pranab Bhowal
Mukesh Mandal
Dipjyoti Bania
Naba Kumar Nath
Publicity:
Prabal Jyoti Das
Bagish Phukan
Devarshee Ranjan Bora
Anish Nath
Agni Gadiyaram
Trinabh Dowerah
Nitu Kumar Das
Nayanjyoti Barman
Bhawarnab Gautam
Bikram Bezbaruah
Priyanuj Sarmah
Prakashjyoti Kalita
Neeraj Baruah
Naba Kumar Nath
Divaj Jindal
Madhujya Pegu
Zojde Dev Barman
Jyotish Saikia
Marketing:
Pranab Kumar
Dawor Hazarika
Shaban Barbhuiya

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37. Discovering Oneself- My personal Experience

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Posua13
A celebration of tradition and harmony at NIT Silchar
Mridu Pawan Uzir
B.Tech 4th Year
Civil Engineering Branch

Assam, a place crafted by natures own hands, is well known for its lush greeneries and
versatile culture. And every time we speak about the Assamese culture, Bihu is the first thing
that comes to our mind. Bihu is the national festival of Assam, bapoti hahon of every Assamese
people. Among the three Bihus (namely Rongali Bihu, Kongali Bihu and Bhogali Bihu) celebrated
in Assam, Rongali Bihu is the one celebrated with ardent fervour.
As the nature rejuvenates itself in new shades of green, National Institute of Technology,
Silchar welcomes spring in a grand style with Posua, the annual fest for the celebration of
Bohag Bihu. Last year, NIT Silchar celebrated the 2nd edition of Posua with grand ardour and
avidity. It was an effort to portray the beauty of Assamese tradition along with the cultural
amalgamation of India in one unified stage.
The name Rongali Bihu comes from the word rong which means colour and playfulness.
Keeping the same spirit, Posua 13 started with a blast on 6th of April. The grand ceremony was
inaugurated by flag hoisting at 9am in the morning in the presence of many esteemed faculties,
students and people from all around. Following it, then came Angkuran, a sport competition for
the small kids. It was a great sight indeed as small kids were playing in the ground, under the
open sky, enjoying the very essence of this festival. Then came Sparkha (the drawing
competition) and Rangdhali (the dance competition). Everybody participated with great zeal
and enthusiasm. Post lunch, the events that followed were Pratidwani (the husori competition)
and Bordoisila (the Bihuwati competition).
Evening brought in more colours as the entire auditorium of NIT Silchar sparkled with
lights and cheered audience. The stage was inaugurated by Dr. Abdul Karim Barbhuiya (Dean
SW). Following that the 1st edition of Borhomthuri, the annual magazine of Posua was released
by special guest Diganta Bora (SP, Cachar district) and Dr. Rahul Dev Misra (HOD, Mechanical
dept.) The cultural night came into life with a lively Bihu dance performed by the small kids. It
was followed by a fashion show depicting different attires of different community spread all
across the North-East. Then came a splendid dance performance portraying the wonderful
culture of Manipur and Mizoram. The spirit of Bihu was lifted up by a colourful dance by the
girls of NIT Silchar. Portraying the concept of unity in diversity, the stage lightened up with the
colours of different cultures of India. From North to South, from East to West, numerous
cultures merged and shone like a rainbow as never before had such a blending of culture and
tradition been unified on a single stage. But the main event was yet to start. The entire crowd
got high with claps and cheers when the star of the night, Mr. Ranjit Gogoi stepped in with his
troop. Mr. Ranjit Gogoi is an internationally acclaimed Bihuwa who performed across many
countries all over the world. His recent achievement was his charismatic Bihu performance in
London Olympics 2012. As he entered the stage the crowd hailed with an overwhelming spirit. A
mystical aura took over as he and his group performed and the essence of Bihu was lifted to a
whole new level. Everybody danced their sweat out until the last ounce of energy left in their
body. Regardless of caste and creed, everyone blend in to a single herd, like different notes
creating a beautiful piece of music.
The show ended with a vote of thanks to the whole Posua 13 team headed by Prof Rahul
Dev Misra. It was an unforgettable day in the history of NIT Silchar and an enchanting
celebration of the Assamese spring festival Rongali Bihu. It was not just a celebration of
traditional Assamese festival, but also an example of unification of various cultures with a string
of harmony.
A new era started with the celebration of Posua and it will grow bigger and better every
year.
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SONOR AXOM
Dwip Jyoti Goswami
B.Tech 2nd Year
Electrical Engineering Branch

One need not delve much into the history to find the origin of the word SONOR AXOM.
This word has been extensively used by many politicians as well as common people in the
recent history of Assam. But has Assam really become a state of that stature so that we can call
Assam SONOR AXOM? Also the question lies in the fact that can only political parties and
politicians make Assam a great state? An easy answer to this is NO. This is because as said by a
celebrated writer Politicians only reflect what society thinks. Also has the relevance of the
word SONOR AXOM been lost in recent years? The answer is surely no. But then what will
make Assam SONOR AXOM. I think only we the people can make our state a great state, a state
upon which not only other states of India but also other countries will look upon for every
decision they take.
At present people in Assam are not entitled to the basic facilities like education,
electricity, good food leave aside facilities of better employment and far better health care
services. But it is a fact of matter that Assam is producing very brilliant people. Celebrated
journalist Arnab Goswami and eminent physicist Dr. Jitendra Nath Goswami are sons of Assam
who have thrived in their respective fields. But the main problem is that Assam has not been
able to keep her sons and daughters with her. In search of better opportunities people have
been continuously migrating from Assam. I neither have the right nor do I want to discourage
any one from taking up better opportunity outside Assam .Rather I want that my fellow
Assamese should be able to grab better opportunities outside Assam.
We often complain that we are neglected by the center or by the western part of our
country in all aspects. We are not given special funds for development, no special schemes to
develop railway transport, electricity supply, industries etc. We also complain the ill treatment
meted upon our brothers and sisters in other parts of the country. But if we stop complaining
for a moment and ask ourselves why anyone should be given a chance to neglect us, to insult us?
Let some light be thrown upon the fact that at present the debt of Assam is more than 20000
crores of rupees which gives a per capita debt burden of more than 8000 rupees on each
Assamese. The only solution to all these and many more problems cannot be only political. Also
no one from somewhere else will come to repay our debt. One important solution lies in
answers of some basic questions which we will have to ask ourselves like are we not capable of
getting what we deserve by ourselves? Why cant Assam generate adequate amount of
electricity so that we can feed other states with our power, apart from ourselves? Why cant
Assam develop technologically so that others use technology developed in this part of India?
Why cant we have some out of sight educational institutes which will attract talents from all
over the world? Why cant Assam grow industrially and in agriculture so that we can increase
our export? Why cant Assam generate enough revenue so that the center looks upon us during
budget preparation? As said by Ambikagiri Ray Choudhary dhar jaru dhar bhai aru sabor somoy
nai. sai thakote mukhot vorir kajol sai Now the time has come to do something. If we remain
silent now our future will curse us. We are to ignite the spark within us to create an
environment such that we need not demand special funds but provide funds for development of
other parts of our country and not Assam but other states of India demands to increase
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frequency of trains from their states to Assam in order to improve their connectivity to a
developed, a successful and a great state.
All these are possible if all the Assamese unite and work for the progress of Assam. We
need to refix the social structure of our state. We need to leave behind our smaller selfish goals
and work for a bigger goal, developing Assam. As I mentioned earlier we should take better
opportunities outside Assam but we should not forget our roots (our motherland) and
nurturing the roots can only help stems (us) to grow. We have tremendous potential but only
that will not help us to progress. If hard work is accompanied with the tremendous potential,
Assam will surely develop in all fields and also help India to move a step ahead on the path of
development. To achieve this bigger goal everyone needs to do a bit more than their part. This
will surely prove to be a little burden to our present but this will secure our future and surely
our brothers and sisters need not go outside for better opportunities then. And that will be the
most pleasing moment for every Assamese when our son or daughter can achieve what they
desire and deserve, staying with their parents and this will make Assam truly THE GOLDEN
STATE of India. So this Bihu lets take a vow to do a bit more than what we are to do to fulfill the
dream of Khargeswar Talukdar, the first martyr of modern Assam and many more thereafter
and make our Assam truly SONOR AXOM..

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Braveheart
Adwitiya Borah
B.Tech 4th Year
Computer Science & Engineering Branch

She stood leaning against the kitchen door, watching her mother wash the dishes after
the morning breakfast. She opened her mouth to speak, and then shut it again. Though she had
practiced this a thousand times before, she still couldnt gather up the guts to enact it.
Ma? she whispered.
Her mother looked up at her. What is it, Ananya? she asked.
Ananya could feel her palms get sweaty out of the anxiety. Ma, theres something...
something I need to tell you, she stammered.
Yes, Im listening, he mother said, sounding concerned.
Ananya twitched her toes and stared at the floor. Ma... actually... for the last two years...
Hello Ananya! a voice startled her. It was him.
Hello. Uncle. Ananya didnt look at his face. She didnt like to.
Need some help with the dishes Maya? he spoke to her mother then.
Its fine. Im almost done, her mother replied. Why dont you take a chair? Ill catch up
with you in a minute.
Ananya left the two of them talking and went to her room. Ever since her fathers death
three years ago, Ananya has seen her mother struggle every day of her life to make ends meet.
She wasnt too educated, having studied only till 12th standard. And the pension they received
after her fathers untimely death was hardly enough to fulfil even half their needs. They needed
another source of income and it was in the quest for this that they met Varun, who offered her
mother a job in his factory. Though the salary was meagre, it helped them overcome a lot of
lifes problems. Soon Varun became more than just a boss to her mother. They became friends
and then started dating. With a twelve-year-old daughter to take care of, her mother had not
expected to find romance in her life ever again. Varun was like sunshine after a long cold winter.
One day, he came over to their house to baby sit Ananya when her mother had to go to her
parents place. And thats when the first attack had happened.
Ananya shivered at the very thought of it. That first time... She tried to brush away the
memories from her head and concentrated on the Social Studies textbook open in front of her.
You have your final exams in a week! She reminded herself as she opened the chapter of Assam
history. She sighed sadly. Life was hard enough without having to memorise dates, names of
people and places. She was studying about the Ahoms, her own ancestors. She sometimes
wondered if there was any person in history who she might resemble. After all, they had the
same genes, the same blood running through their veins...

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... and thus started the era which later came to be known as the black period of Assam history.
When Laluk Sola Barphukan accepted the bait of the Mughals and agreed to hand over to them
Guwahati, Assams fate was sealed. Give us Guwahati, and we will make you king is what they
offered him.
At that time, the person occupying the throne of Assam was a fourteen-year-old boy who
was known as Loraa Roja (the boy-king) among the people. He was too young and naive to think
for the kingdom and relied on the decisions of the Barphukan when it came to important
matters. The boy could do nothing but watch helplessly as the Barphukan went on inflicting
tortures on the kingdom. In order to make sure that none other than he himself could become
king, he either mutilated or assassinated all the other royal heirs to the throne.
The once flourishing and peaceful state of Assam was this going through its darkest
times. And the people could do nothing but hope... a hope that someday, a knight will arrive to
rescue them from the torturous regime of the Barphukan and restore the kingdoms lost glory.
Studying, Ananya? a voice broke her concentration. She felt two cold hands rest notso-gently on her shoulders.
No. Not again! she told herself. Not again.
But something did not let her speak up. She sat numb. Unmoving. Frozen. As if he had
cast a spell on her to take over her senses. Her lips and throat turned dry and two tear drops
flowed down her cheeks. It was the same thing that happened every day. Every damn day.
He moved his hands from her shoulders down to her breasts. Ananya clenched her fists
tight. So tight that her hands began to tremble. But that did not stop him from pinching and
groping her tender body. He moaned with pleasure. Your moms a whore, you know that? he
whispered into her ears. The bitch would do just about anything for money!
Her parched lips quivered nervously and a few drops of sweat began to appear on her
forehead. They mixed with her tears and flowed down her wet cheeks.
Look how scared you are... he said. Be brave like your mother, sweetheart. Youre
young and beautiful. Unlike her! There are so many things left to explore.
He pinned her against her chair and licked her all over her neck and chest. Her body
stiffened. She wanted to fight against him, against her own helplessness. But her hands felt
bound by all the fears that she had in her mind. He relished her frailness. He was clever too,
remembering never to leave any marks on her body. So she had no proof. No courage to speak
up either.
She didnt know how long it had been when he finally left her room. But when he did,
she realised, that like every time before, her soul had just died a little more inside.
--------------Ananya? Its late honey. Go to sleep. Her mother said, walking into her room with her
eyes half closed. Its past midnight.
I know Ma. Im not sleepy right now.
Not sleepy?
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Yeah. Im a little stressed out. Lots to study. And I just cannot figure out a way to
remember all of this! she said, raising her hands in frustration.
Her mother laughed. Calm down Ananya, she said. Which subject is this?
History! Its crap!
History is a nice subject.
It isnt! There is too much to remember.
Then remember it like a story... Here let me help you. Which part are you reading right
now?
Well... Some Gadadhar Singha...
Oh! Thats my favourite part in Assam history!
Mom?
The story of Gadadhar Singha... Joymoti... My father used to narrate these stories to us
when we were little kids.
Ananya sat down on her bed facing her mother. Tell me the story, she said. Its a much
better way to remember for sure.
Her mother smiled and sat down cross-legged beside her. Okay... here goes, she said.
And then she began narrating the story.
When the Barphukan began mutilating and killing all the royal princes, there was one
young man named Gadapani, also known as Gadadhar Singha, who wanted to turn the tables
somehow. On the advice of his wife Joymoti, he fled and took shelter among the Konyak tribe in
the Naga hills. There, he started building his army for war against the Mughals.
Ananya nodded her head. History seemed simpler this way.
Her mother continued: Unable to find Gadapani anywhere in the kingdom, the
Barphukan summoned his wife Joymoti to his court. They questioned her about the
whereabouts of her husband. But she stayed mum on the issue and didnt breathe a word. They
harassed her and tried to frighten the naive young woman. But no, she firmly stood up to
safeguard her husband. She knew that the Ahom kingdoms fate was in her own hands now...
Ananya listened, her imaginations transported her to another world, another era. As her
mother went on narrating the story, a movie started playing in her head.
Tell us where your man is! the Barphukans voice thundered over the courtroom.
Where has he taken shelter?
I do not know your Highness, Joymoti promptly replied.
Youre lying! he said furiously.
Im speaking the truth. I do not know where my husband is.
Listen, woman! he spoke. You better tell us where he is while were asking you
properly. Or things will get nasty from here.
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At this, Joymoti smiled. You can ask me in whichever way you wish to your Highness.
My answer shall not change. I do not know where my husband is.
Woman! the Barphukans eyes were red with anger. You are committing a big
mistake! Youre going to regret this!
Theres nothing I can really do about it your Highness, she said politely but firmly. I
do not know where my husband is!
At this, the Barphukan was enraged. Guards! Take her to the dungeons! he bellowed.
Torture her till every bit of life has left her frail body. Do anything that you have to! I want
Gadapani here, dead or alive!
Following his orders, the guards took her away to the dungeons where they tortured her
for days. They starved her, threatened her with dire consequences and when she still didnt
budge, they resorted to extreme measures.
They took her to the Jerenga pathar in Sivasagar district and tied her up to a Kotkora
plant which was a thorny prickly tree. The men then inflicted inhuman physical tortures on her.
Tell us where your husband is! Or well be forced to torture you further! they told her.
Youre going to die if you do not speak up.
At this, Joymoti looked up at them, smiled and spoke with conviction: I do not know
where my husband is. Though her voice was just a whisper and her body too weak to stay
upright, she did not give in to her torturers. This angered the men further and they increased
the intensity and brutality of the assault.
When Gadapani heard of the fate of his wife, he came to Jerenga Pathar disguised as a
saint and urged his wife to reveal his whereabouts.
But Joymoti refused to do so. You arent ready yet, she told him. You have to build
your army first. You have to overthrow him. I have always dreamt of a beautiful Assam free
from the atrocities of the Barphukan. And only you can make that dream a reality.
You do not have to go through this, Joymoti. You do not deserve to face this because of
me, Gadapani implored her to change her mind.
This is not just for you. This is for my kingdom.
Failing to talk Joymoti into giving up the fight, Gadapani returned to Nagaland and
restarted training his army. After facing the brutal tortures for fourteen days, Joymoti finally
succumbed to her wounds and breathed her last on 27th March 1680.
Gadapani stayed in exile for two years after that. Bit by bit, he built his army and
prepared them for invading and occupying Assam. At that time the political and administrative
scenario of the Ahom kingdom had become very weak and patriotism among the masses had
dwindled to such an extent that many sided with the Mughals who were slowly pushing their
frontier eastward. Gadapani re-took Guwahati from them and established a strong rule of blood
and iron over the state. He restored the lost glory of the kingdom and won the hearts of the
people during the fourteen years of his rule. After his death his elder son succeeded him and at
that time the splendour of the Ahom kingdom reached its zenith!
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In the midst of all this, Joymotis sacrifice was never forgotten. Gadapani and Joymotis
son Lai a.k.a. Rudra Singha built the Joysagar Tank in Sibsagar in 1697 in memory of his mother.
It is believed to be the biggest man-made tank in India. Without Joymoti, Assam would have
been under the Mughal rule for a long time and Ahom history would have been a completely
different chapter today.
Ananya listened, wide-eyed, to the amazing tale of this brave woman. She was awed at
the valour and courage of the simple woman who did not bow down to the gruesome tortures
meted out to her.
Shes a hero, she said when she found her voice back.
Yeah. She is, her mother replied.
So brave. I dont think I would have lasted that long. Never.
Her mother chuckled when she heard this. I hope you never have to face such a thing.
And besides, they say bravery runs in the blood of us Ahoms. Im sure youll prove this to be
true.
Ananya looked away from her mother when she heard this. Bravery running in her
blood? What would her mother say if she ever came to know what a coward her daughter has
been all this while?
Its so hard to be brave, isnt it? Ananya said, lost in her own thoughts.
Yes, it is. The path of the courageous is always full of obstacles. There will be people
pointing fingers at you, accusing you, doubting you, your credentials and your capabilities.
Never let these deter you from this path. Always firmly stand up for what you believe is right.
Ananya smiled. Her mothers words reverberated in her mind again and again.
There is a kotkora plant right outside our compound right? she asked.
Yeah, there is. Why did you ask that?
Ananya smiled again. Nothing, she said. Just feeling inspired tonight.
--------------Two days later, her uncle Varun came into her room again: the same lustful hunger, the
same malicious eyes staring at her from head to toe. Ive missed you sweetheart, he said in his
cold cruel voice, sliding a finger down her face. Ananya stared at her feet and said nothing. The
hand in her pocket quietly switched on the voice record button in her cell phone.
You are such a pretty little slut born to one ugly bitch, he spoke as he ruffled her hair.
Ananya gritted her teeth, her other hand going under the pillow and grabbing tight her other
weapon.
He brought his face close to hers and nibbled her ears. Ananya squinted. Why do you do
this to me? she asked him. Her voice was hardly more than a whisper.
Why do I do this? he asked and laughed aloud. I do this, sweetheart, because no one
else will. Nobody is going to marry the daughter of a well known whore like your darling
mother. You should be grateful to me.
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My mother is a good woman, Ananya said, her voice slightly louder.


What? he asked. He sounded angry. What did you say?
I said, my mother is a good woman! her voice was firm.
He gritted his teeth and grabbed her hair tighter. How dare you speak up? he seethed.
You dirty little slut! How dare you!
Ananya felt the weapon under the pillow. She tightened her grip on it. Her breathing was
heavy and she could feel her heart beat fast against her chest. She stared at him furiously.
He was suddenly taken aback by her angry look.
Wh... what? he fumbled. He was scared.
She brought out her hand from under the pillow and hit his face with something. He
yelled in anguish. You bitch! he screamed as his right eye started bleeding profusely. She went
after him, ready to smash his face again. He staggered backwards and then ran out of the room
as fast as he could.
She stood at the door of her room, watching him run away like a scared little animal. She
revelled in this moment of triumph that she experienced. She felt proud. Alive. She smiled at the
weapon that she carried in her hands- a branch from a Kotkora plant, its thorns now bloodied
with her conquest.

A scene from the movie Joymoti, the first Assamese movie, released in 1935

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Discovering Oneself- My personal Experience


Gaurab Dutta
B.Tech 2nd Year
Mechanical Engineering Branch

In the journey of discovering ourselves, we always stumble upon the unexpected. Its
strange but true that most of us die as a stranger to oneself. Inhibiting our desires to that of the
bondages of love and society, we lead a life of hypocrisy and pretence. Philosophy tells us to
develop a new dimension for thinking and analyzing things. However, deep thinking results in a
pessimistic attitude. We tend to overlook the beauty inherited in simplicity. Great scholars have
penned their thoughts about life and its purposes. I, as a layman will never dare to enter their
territory.
But one question always lingers in my mind. Are we here to digest the beauty around us,
feel the emotions which make us human or set in the quest for discovering the ultimate truth?
And then I realize that such a question is a paradox in itself. The ambiguity in the rationality of
the human mind only randomizes our thoughts and leads us nowhere.
So every ending is as confusing as the beginning. Or is it a matter of perception? These
questions fill our minds at times of loneliness, during periods of emotional crisis. We may not
contemplate the facts but our mind consciously or sub-consciously are filled with such
dilemmas.
Then where does the unexpected lie? The answer is simple-in the journey itself. Yes, it is
the journey itself which shows us the mirror of who we are and what we want in life. And this
mirror is no materialistic entity but a human being of blood and bones. The truth lies within us
and this truth can only be unearthed by someone who has known us from a very close
proximity. We often tend to overlook small details, details which have larger impacts and
therefore the reclusive approach to self-discovery leads only to doom. The fanciful word
Renunciation holds little water today and the biggest truths are faced only in the journey we
make with those few souls who matter to us the most. It is always in togetherness and never in
loneliness that we get solutions to our mundane problems.
As put by the great Mathematician John Nash: I've always believed in numbers and the
equations and logics that lead to reason. But after a lifetime of such pursuits, I ask: 'What truly is
logic?' 'Who decides reason?' My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the
delusional -- and back. And I have made the most important discovery of my career, the most
important discovery of my life: It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or
reasons can be found.

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Ramblings of a Pilgrim from A Distant Land


Agni Gadiaram
B.Tech 4th Year
Electronics and Instrumentation Branch

My Grandma used to say, Assam was the safe haven for burdened souls. People who
couldnt be understood by the narrow-minded society. People who couldnt understand
themselves and People whose actions were a taboo among the Civilized folk. All these people
just packed their things and set for Brahmaputra Valley evading treacherous roads and
menacing terrain.
At the banks of the mighty river, even the wickedest minds would get peace and the
determined would get competence.
Few people returned from the Land of black Magic and they would be feared and
worshipped.
This was the story running in my mind when I had to step in Silchar, supposed to be a
popular meeting place of all the condemned souls, a Tortuga on land. So magnificent to the
knowing but only a dustbin for the unworthy.
I marched into the unknown territory, alone, silent but determined to unearth the
secrets of the mystic land.
The first element of the Assam which caught my attention was Music. I was all ears for
Zubeen Garg, a true magician of the highest order.
Then I was introduced to the magnificence of Sri Bhupen Hazarika, a legend. To receive
such admiration from the masses is only possible for godly people. Among with all the people
around me, I silently wept his passing onto heaven.
Then came my moms favorite, Xile Xile a song which can be compared to a desert rose,
stronger than the harsh desert and is as beautiful as any of its multi-colored siblings and a
solace in the eternal desert.
Then I came to know the brilliance of a rising star, Papon da. His songs are so captivating
that you will feel weightlessness in your legs. It was a lifetime memory to watch him years later.
Apart from music, the Assamese language, due to its Hindi connection made my life easier, but
Bengali with its boisterous history intrigued me.
And also, I saw a near demonic charm in the girls. The way they held their heads high
made me stand up and acknowledge them. The knowledge of their superior appearance and a
skill to use it to their advantage made me wary of their presence. Never in my life, had I seen so
many predators in one place.
Later came another hypnotic power called as Bihu. The simple and synchronized
movement of hips and hands with swirling moments can take you to a trance like state. I will
always cherish witnessing the grace of Ranjit Gogoi and Co. in my after years.
Telugu songs in a marriage procession in Silchar, made me proud for my mother tongue,
the sweetness of the ripe pineapples took me to the doors of heaven and the heroics of Lachit
Borphukhan became the stuff of my dreams.
And the people, what can I say about these touched souls, not a single intent of malice in
their hearts. Some crude in their appearance but humblest in their mannerism. Boisterous
Comedians, Talented Singers, Gifted Artists, Supercool Photographers, Powerful Orators and
Brilliant Technocrats and simple people who would share a joke with you, people who make
your life what it is.
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Being thousands of kilometers away from the place I called my Home made me edgy but
the environment around me was enough to calm my nerves and look at life with a new
perspective.
I first felt the power of being with like-minded people. I could understand the energy of
the masses which can bring down mighty governments and trash melancholy tyrants.
Then by His good grace, I could taste some lovely Assamese cuisine especially sweet
dishes. What a delicacy they are! Even a mental picture of pitha and narikollaru gives me a
mouthwatering.
Then also I got to know the solace of the Assamese Gogona a wonderful Instrument.
Just a few minutes of its music is enough to vent out all the negative energy and fill yourself with
positive thoughts.
Then I heard people mentioning Bananas and Hair a lot! The ingenuity of these words to
emphasis all the emotions in the human speech made them my favorite words to tinker with.
Then I started observing people around me more closely. I recognized a facial feature.
The narrow eyes, high cheekbones, healthy hips, interesting hair and glowing skin and splendid
skin color. I didnt know humans existed in these combination as well. I came across a
spectacular array of characteristics, the viciousness of a Snake to the coolness of the moon, from
the warm hug of the morning sun to the chill of a howling wind, each and every emotion known
to mankind is personified into a person around me. This allowed me to experiment with my
own feelings and visualize the results right away. This allowed me to do a natural selection of all
the character straits which improved my personality.
Meantime, I was introduced to the greatest vice of the humans, Racism. Grouping of
people based on their appearance rather than their personality. What a painful time it was, even
the friendly eyes had a hidden malice underneath their charming smile. It taught me to walk on
the razor edge not like a lion or a tiger but like a snail. Slow but Steady. No flamboyance but
surety of a success. An antidote to neutralize the poison of negativity infused into you by the
wretched world.
In meantime, I stumbled upon a smoky shortcut to salvation. A place where a mongrel of
people live in perfect harmony enriching each other with an aurora of experiences and
memories to revisit and rejoice upon. A splendid achievement by humanity.
Now, as my 4 years journey into the wonderland comes to an end, I have a myriad of happy and
sad moments to brood upon. Lost friends and dreams to ponder upon and friendships to
remember forever.
All these experiences equipped me with the confidence and knowledge to deal with the
innumerable situations to achieve ones targets. It taught me to believe in myself and stand up
for the people I care about.
As my stay here ends, I go back with a purpose and people to share my happiness and
the strength to conquer the world.
Hope your stay here, in Assam and in NIT Silchar is as adventurous as mine.

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The KERALA Connection


Anil Varghese Mangalan, Hashim Mohamad
M Tech, Design & Manufacturing
Mechanical Engineering Department

Dude, I want you to write an article about Kerala and the deadline is 15th said one of
our beloved seniors, Faruque.
I was walking back to hostel sulking about the increased number of special classes that
we Design & Manufacturing, M.Tech, Mechanical students had to attend that week. And that is
when Faruque told me to write this article. So, I replied Sorry man, I have a paper to finish this
weekend. in a bid to escape from this task. The truth is I had nearly finished the paper and all
that was remaining was some polishing work. But it so turned out that the deadline was quite
flexible and anyway I ended up telling that Of course, I will.
To talk about your homeland one might have a million things to say and would be in a
dilemma where to start, I also felt the same. If I have to talk about Kerala, I cannot miss the 580
km stretch of coast in which lies a diverse landscape ranging from coconut fringed beaches,
wildlife reserves, mountain spice plantations and a maze of soothing backwaters. Again after a
brief thought, one thing got struck in my mind How can I omit Keralas monsoon?!While I was
intensely thinking about what to think there comes the grand entry of Arun a.k.a. sneerer, do i
need to say more about him? I dont think so, the name says it all! Till now i just had to deal with
my own stupid thoughts, and now it is added up by one more. I tried to act seriously in front of
him, so I asked him what I should write about Kerala. Then he started sneering as always and he
is worried about only one thing: food. And he told Its lunch time dude!!
From there we went on straight to mess with our friends, some of them Keralites.
Sandeep, the one and only karate man with an orange belt from 2013 M.Tech Mechanical batch
of NIT Silchar, whom we call Sandy on his face and Freak-man on his back, was sitting in front of
me. He started dipping his chapathi into that thin characterless dal curry and said to everyone
The mess really need to learn how to use spices. Thats when I had this intense desire to eat
some tasty spicy food. Coming from the land of spices has its own disadvantages. The first one is
that we Keralites are so much used to savouring those spicy food to an extend that food from the
rest of India doesnt make much sense to our taste buds. When I say spices I mean just not the
chilly and clove. There are so many different varieties in Kerala that most of us, except for those
experts in cooking, know them only by their shape or colour. The second disadvantage is that
every meal gives us an intense desire to hunt for a restaurant that serves some good Kerala food
and this hunt have caused serious economic disaster almost every month. By the time I got
through those nostalgic moments, everybody else had finish their lunch and I gobbled up my
lunch in a hurry. On the way to wash hand Arun sneered If there is no water, there is always dal
to wash hand., since empty water tank was a recurring problem in our hostel and dal had
always more water than in our tank.
In the afternoons it is a usual thing for us to sit together and discuss various topics. That
day the topic of discussion was whether the genie in Arabian Nights can come out of a pepsi
bottle rather than a magic lamp. This pepsi bottle was a hypothetically magical pepsi bottle. As
the discussion was heading nowhere, we heard a dejected voice guyz when are we going to
Mizo? That was none other than Adheesh aka Shifu, named after his Chinese style moustache.
The whole discussion is now shifted to planning the trip, but it really made me to wonder about
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the house boats and backwaters of Kerala. The culture and traditions, coupled with its varied
demographics, have made Kerala one of the most popular tourist destinations in India. As i was
thinking more on tourism and the achievements Kerala have made so far, I found that National
Geographic's Traveller magazine names Kerala as one of the "ten paradises of the world" and
one among the "50 must see destinations of a lifetime". Travel and Leisure names Kerala as
"One of the 100 great trips for the 21st century". In 2012, it overtook Taj Mahal to be the
number one travel destination in Google's search trends for India. Kerala's beaches, backwaters,
mountain ranges and wildlife sanctuaries are the major attractions for both domestic and
international tourists. In the meantime Shifu had started banging everyone with his weapon
(Adheesh jokes). In fact he has given a new dimension to the infamous PJ (poor jokes).
In the middle of that heated discussion came in Dinkar whom we affectionately call as
Drinker even though, to our great disappointment, wont even smell an open bottle of beer. He
was carrying a big plastic cover filled with various packs of colours. Thats when I remembered
that we have a Holi to prepare for. Its time to stock colours which will serve as ammunition for
the ultimate battle of colours. But thinking of Holi inadvertently bought the cultural celebration
of Kerala into my mind. Like festival of colours we have a festival of flowers and it is called
Onam.
Onam is a harvest festival of Kerala which started in ancient times and has still survived.
It is one of those few festivals which is celebrated with a number of cultural elements. The
legend behind this festival is of a Asura king named Mahabali. He was revered throughout
Kerala for his fair rule and the prosperity that he bought to the land. It is on Onam day that he is
allowed to visit his rightful kingdom of Kerala after being sent to the underworld by the jealous
Gods. So as to welcome him, we Keralites create beautiful flower carpets, sing traditional song
and prepare that very tasty vegetable feast with thirteen to thirty curries called onasadhya.
Thinking about Onam bought those beautiful memories from my home town where we
celebrate this festival with my family.
While I was immersed in those wonderful nostalgic moments of Onam and my family, I
heard that very familiar voice out of nowhere. What the pulihara are you thinking about?Dont
ask me what pulihara means as Im still researching on that. I immediately recognised that the
voice belonged to Mr Vijay Kotapati, who doesnt like his surname and because of which I
always make it a point to call him Mr. Kotapati. I told him what I was thinking about and he
asked What is there to write about that bitter guard shaped Kerala? . I started thinking again.
What should I tell him? About our literacy rate which is much higher than the national average?
Or about our Human Development Index which is as much as that of Japan? Or about the life
expectancy and the infant mortality rate in Kerala which are comparable to international
standards? Or should I write about our sex ratio which is the only one in India with more girls?
Or about any of the above described topics? But before I could finish he said I know there is no
pulihara about Kerala. I smiled, partly because I still dont know the meaning of pulihara and
partly because he doesnt know anything about Kerala that I knew.
At the end of the day, when we all sat together for another round of potato and dal, I still
hadnt had a clue on what to write about Kerala. The entire day was filled with nostalgic
moments about my state and I still didnt know what to write. And i still dont know what to
write. Maybe you have figured that out by now. If I get an idea about what to write about my
state I will definitely write next year. Signing off,

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EXPERIENCES IN ASSAM
It has been almost three years since I came to this amazing place: Assam. Though I had
visited India many times before, NIT Silchar happened to be my very first destination in Assam.
But then again, I wasnt new to this place or its people. My father had spent years of his life in
Assam; and through the many stories that my father had narrated to me about his adventures in
its hilly terrain I had indeed fallen in love with this place even before I had come here.
I had heard the song O mur apunar desh (O my endearing motherland) before, and
after coming to Assam I felt that this song describes the place most beautifully. The lush
greenery, the hills and valleys, coupled with the amazing weather makes it a breathtaking
delight. I particularly love the rainy days in Silchar.
The thing that amazes me the most is the hospitality and generous nature of the
Assamese people. Right from my first day in here, I have met wonderful people who have made
my stay here even more beautiful. In spite of being from a foreign country, I feel completely at
home here.
Another thing that I love about Assam is its folk dance, the mesmerizing Bihu! After a
little research, I had come to know that the word Bihu actually comes from two words. Bi
means to ask and Hu means to give. So this dance form actually represents the very
benevolent and caring attitude of the Assamese people.
Ask me what i love about India the most?Its Assam..
I have just another year left in here. And when I go, I wont be leaving with just a B.Tech
degree in hand, but a collection of some delightful memories to be cherished forever and
friendships that shall remain this strong till the end of time.

Anoop Dutta
B.Tech 3rd Year
Electronics & Communication Engineering Branch

When I got selected for Btech in NIT Silchar, I hardly had a clue about where it was on the
map of India. Questions were flooding from all around about why going so far? Its like crossing the
breadth of country! It was hard to explain that it was NIT, not a local engineering college and was
worth it. As far as Assam was concerned, all I knew that Dispur was the capital and it was famous
for tea and kaziranga thanks to general knowledge classes of school. I was not sure about how I
will absorb the new culture and environment which will unfold. But it was exciting to think about
it. When I entered Silchar, I was awestruck by the beauty of campus. Four years back, it was not the
way it is now since the construction process was not this rigorous. It was all lush green, ponds were
plentiful and every evening, the sky used to get colored with various hues fusing into each other. It
was mesmerizing and that was the reason I chose this backdrop for my second book too. Being in
Assam gave me an opportunity to be with people with varied background and live with them. To
understand the new culture, new festivals, new languages and embrace them and become a part of
it. I still remember that in my sisters wedding, me and my friends were doing Bihu on the beats of
Punjabi dhol and guests were going crazy. But we were enjoying it completely. It had become a
part of our own individuality. I dont know where life will take me from here, but coming to Assam
is an experience I will never forget!

Harsh Agarwal
B.Tech 4th Year
Mechanical Engineering Branch
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The Art of Non-Conformity


Anam Hilaly
B.Tech, 4th sem
Electrical Engineering Branch

"One cannot accomplish much by swimming with the mainstream. Hell, even dead fish can do
that."
~ Kinky Friedman
"What am I worth?" At some point in our lives, we all are going to be haunted by this one
big question. And from then on, our lives become a quest to find an appropriate answer.
This journey, this search for enlightenment, divides all of humanity into two distinct
sects. The first being the fatalists, the ones who believe they are powerless when faced with the
whims of fate. The ones who believe that their lives are meant to be led according to what has
been "written". Everything in their view is ordained and what will happen must happen,
irrespective of whether we will it or not. They regard man as an automation, the mere plaything
of a superior power. Now, it is impossible to try and talk about God without offending anybody,
but I'm certain he is no dictator; because if he were, he would have created us without giving us
a brain capable of making decisions on our own.
Like I said, there are two sects. The second comprises of those who believe in creating
their own destinies. For such is the forte of their will, joined to the supreme, that they believe
they can achieve anything.
So which one of these is more salubrious? Can we really steer our sheep over the ocean
of time, or are we condemned to drift till the last of our days? The answer is clear. Man is man
and master of his own fate; and if he isn't, he has no one to blame but himself.
Fate, destiny... these are big words. What we don't realise is that they're overrated; and by the
time we finally grasp that, it usually is too late. I get it... fear of the unknown and all. We are
humans, after all, and this is completely natural. But it isn't the giant monster living in the
dungeons that we perceive it to be.
The reason we fear going astray is our need for conformity. We are not individualistic.
We always like to be able to relate to something. We all feel the need for acceptance. We live in a
world where we are easily discouraged. We do jobs that we don't want to do, spending much of
our time just to make the rest miserable. We grow up seeing people around us who live their
lives like they are set pieces on a chessboard, just waiting to get obliterated.
Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgement difficult.
Hippocrates said that. And how right he was! It takes a lot of courage to try and break free from
the monotony of outset course of life. But at some point, we will need break free from the
shackles. And we don't have too much time for that. We cannot afford to lollygag our time
waiting for an angel to descend from the heavens and guide us.
We have the power over our own destinies, and so it becomes of utmost importance that
we make the most and best of ourselves. It is indeed sad to see a man waste his opportunities,
living a life that he never wanted to live only because he was too afraid. There is nothing we are
more anxious to keep than life, then why do we take so little pain to keep it well? We ruin

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ourselves more than others destroy us. We lower ourselves, because we think we are not good
enough to deserve all things bright and beautiful.
Greatness is not a DNA strand. Nobody was "sent" to to something. We were all born the
same way. We're all going to die the same way. What we do with our lives in between is what
defines us; how well we find our niche. All we need to know is our beliefs are our own; they are
unique. We have to trust them. Whatever we do, we have to put our life into it. Face the worst
bravely and fight for the best.
Go out, breathe. Live a little. Maybe the world really is your oyster.

Pitha

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KAZI-RANGA
(This science fiction has been inspired by the etymology behind the name of the
renowned wildlife sanctuary)
Maitrayee Dutta
B.Tech 2nd Year
Electrical Engineering Branch

RECORD: year 2095The universe balances itself in a rather mysterious manure ; it traverses along zillion
dimensions which are beyond the scrutinizing power of even a trans-humanist! It is said that if
gaze upon the starry nights as contemplated by Van Gogh himself you are actually looking into
the past....The year 2095 brought back the long lost hideous memories in the chronological
testimony of humanity-the ice age of the Pleistocene era when Sabre-toothed tiger ruled the
lands clad with permafrost. The entire Scandinavian nations and the American continents
submerged beneath layers of hardened innocuous looking snow icicles treacherously
juxtaposition against each other.
But the deity Gaia for some rather strange reasons kept the Indian subcontinent warm
even though its inhabitants had committed in numerous grotesque crimes through the
contemporary decades.
In the present tenebrous holographic world, ethic wars brought about an impetus to
fortify all the districts in order to protect the endemic creatures and tribes of the region.
The most notable of them was the nagaon-golaghat subdivision-the lands which could
be compared to the fair hands of an angel with blood pumping through the varicose veins-the
mighty Brahmaputra. Amidst this backdrop, a great Lazarus taxist (derived from the term
lazarus taxus meaning rediscovery of a species which was once thought to be extinct) went
about by the name Kazi. A few years ago he had received unforeseen fame for his theory of
compression of voids which expatiated that there are many voids in the lifetime of human
being who lived down the centuries. Times like these are not used to do anything productive so
its removal wouldn't cause any repercussions in the flow of history. This removal of voids
allowed a person to go back into the past by few years. With the advent of the year 2020, the
great Indian vulture got erased from the surface of earth thanks to humans being scrupulous
enough to use excess Diclofenac which remain stranded in the bloodstream of the carcasses.
Travelling back in time he successfully brought back their DNA samples to the dystopian society
and obliterated the curse of absence of the scavenger. As a little kindergarten he was hugely
inspired to recreate when his mother narrated a science journal article expounding how
scientist had breaded a 32,000 year old plant silene stenophylla which was unwittingly kept
alive by being cryopreserved beneath the layers of ice. The lands of midnight suns loss were
the gain of the oriental lands. Several migratory birds flocked to sun kissed backwaters of
the Brahmaputra which had been formed by the seismic activities of the region as nordmanns
greenshank, ferruginous and baers pochard duck , medley of adjutant ,pelicans pirouetted in
its waters. Kazi had made it a point to stroll along its embankments... on this particular day it
appeared that all the birds from each and every nook and corner of the world had decided to
conglomerate upon the salar de uyuni like clear waters for their clandestine rendezvous. The
sight was enough to make a teetotal completely intoxicated. Passerines sang the vespers
reminding all the good things have to come to an end. Then out of the blue an adorable hispid
hare with lacerated paw laid down on its hollow as its long ears twirled down in pain. Kazi
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could do nothing except feel pity for the creature; it was as if the gods had listened to his silent
prayer that a maiden appeared. She removed her hair ribbon and meticulously tied it around
the wound to prevent it from dying due to exsanguinations. Though kazi had seen her for the
first time, he knew his soul had known and waited for her to silently walk into his life....
He knew he had a lot say as if he could drop dead in the next very minute but all he
heard himself say oh lady, what is your name?
Ranga came back the reply.
It is said that gods had created humans as creatures with four legs and hands, this
scared them into believing that this creature could become tyrannical enough to dethrone them
so he split them into two halves and so every man lives the life of a wayfarer looking for his
other half ; kazi now knew he had found his other half.
A few months later, he pulled up his spirits to ask for her hand. To which she repliedI am sure you are aware of the catastrophe theory, if Franz Ferdinand had somehow
escaped the assassination attempt then maybe the term world war would have never entered
into our dictionary. If we get married overlooking our racial differences, if would be enough
to trigger another cold war and yet my heart tells me to rise all above this!!
Kazi smiled as he already had a brainchild weaving inside his head.
Within a week they collected all their respective paraphernalia and together they
walked forward never to look back again into the interstice of the time web which was created
by annihilation of the void in the lives of the populace who lived in early 21st century right at the
dawn of the winter solstice(as it marks the beginning of a new era) until they reached the
20th century when all the Indians irrespective of their caste and creed rose against one common
enemy.......

One horned rhinos in Kaziranga

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MOTION
Sugata Siddhartha Goswami
B.Tech 3rd Year
Civil Engineering Branch

Wonder why

We hasten forward

When we could just recline and revel?


Why must we

Create diversion

When joining the crowd is so convenient?


What are we after

So consumed by desire

Working earnestly, breaking new grounds!


Crests, troughs

revolving, rotating earth

Every movement that carries some purpose,


The purpose is change

Of seasons, days into nights

Of thoughts and perceptions.


We live out our time

We perish

The game remains the same, the players change.


We are here to make a mark

To create legacy

In the evolving but always existing realm.


You come, you see
Let not inaction grip you

You conquer and you leave.


Your vision be pristine clear

Find yourself after being lost in the vagaries of life.

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Promises
Vinayak Agnihotri
B.Tech 2nd Year
Electronics & Communication
Engineering Branch

We thrive on promises, breed,


Promises that enclose the circle of life
The impatient bubble that gives in
To a loveless bosom
Painless lives gutted
on a murdering plinth
Lovely minds anaesthetized
Behind blood-stained curtains
And promises, that distant escape,
Bleeding to light the way
Promises to sing while they dance
The proletarians painted red
In a barely fascist neverland
On an illuminating path to oblivion
For a painted life will relinquish
As,
You fall in love
With the promise of being loved
You study
With the promise of upliftment
You befriend
With the promise of a good time
You work
With the promise of a fruit
You make mistakes
With the promise of forgiveness
You believe
With the promise of belief
And you live
With the promise of fulfilment
Let promises keep you alive
Let promises make sweet love to you
So that on a cold, devastated evening
When only remorse knocks on your
forehead
And a wasted life is the only beautiful
remembrance
The promise of dying
Keeps you warm........

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Once my mother did


Bhargav Bistirna
B.tech 1st Year
Civil Engineering Branch

I beg in the lanes


Of my lonely past,
The sparks I lost
In the rising dusk.
Crowds of mechanic skills
Pass every while,
But I search for the one,
That fed me
Drops of her dying thirst.
Every new day
Bring no shine to me
Only the rings of
Clicking British annas.
Every new night
Brings no fear to me,
Only haunts of
Forgetting her vivid smiles,
Her smiles of agony.
No one is fond of me,
Only darkness and its kins.
Nor the silent doves
Bother about me,
Or else they had once stop
When I cried,
Consoled when the scars pained,
Just as once my mother did

To my paramour

Priority of the call

Hritiz Gogoi

Gaurab Dutta

3rd

B.Tech
Year
Civil Engineering Branch

B.Tech 2nd Year


Mechanical Engineering Branch

If you want to forget me dear...


Then,
Wait for the winter to come
So that the rivers dry up
Exposing their muddy bed
And let the petals fall from flowers
And thorns to grow instead
Let the tears dry up
And let all the memories fade
Let yourself hate
All the moments we had
And show that you can move ahead
Without pain, without being dead
Only then my love,
I will let you to forget me.

These roads lead to the busiest streets


Traders paradise where emotions sell;
I know my trade, my things to sell.
A determined self with profits to make,
Pieces of bread to earn and lives to feed,

The business grows and sales double;


A few more hours and then some
dreams to buy!
But far from the distance I hear a sound,
A friends call for a leisurely walk!
Though I have scaled the valleys a lot of
times,
But still his company makes the journey
all so nice.
The profits are materialistic, the walk is
idealistic;
I close my counter and fast I run,
Dreams can wait but life still runs.
I know that there is a tomorrow, but
also a today,
But also a today!

Time Will Pass


Ashutosh Mishra
B.Tech 1st Year
Electrical engineering

Life is something you cannot fake


you live and learn from each mistake
Sunny days or cloudy skies
Happy Greetings or Sad Goodbyes
So don't sit by and let time pass
For live each day like your last

This is something that you must do


if you expect to grow and stick it through
All the sadness all the pain wash
it away like the rain.
Fast or slow whatever your pace
take your time life is not a race.
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Partings dont always mean Goodbyes


Anangsha Alammyan
B.Tech 3rd Year
Civil Engineering Branch

The car whooshed past the green suburbs. There was wind in my hair, a smile on my lips
and sadness in my heart. It had been our last trip together. As college ended, we made plans to
call up every day and exchange news, but each one of us knew that however much we tried, we
would rarely get another chance to go out together as a group.
The past four years flashed through my mind, the memories as fresh as if they had
happened only yesterday. The trouble we had faced as freshers, the friends I had made, the
enemies I couldnt help but make, all the numerous parties we had had, the time we broke the
rules and got away with it bittersweet memories that threatened to make me cry now as I sat
on the front seat of the car next to him. Him. Whatever memories I had in the campus, he was an
integral part of all of them. We were best friends, and much more than that. I loved him a little,
maybe a little too much. And though he pretended to be oblivious to all my advances, I was sure
he too harboured some feelings for me. Why else would he come to meet me almost every night
in front of my hostel gate and spend hours just talking? Why else would he plan each and every
party in such a way that all other friends seemed to back out at the last moment, so that me and
him ended up the only people going? Why else would he stare at me with so much longing when
he though I wasnt looking? How else would all my friends know?
I chanced a glance at his face, but he was looking at the road ahead. All my friends were
in the backseat mocking each other and singing stupid songs. I looked out of the window and
thought of how the day had passed. I had a great time, but I was sure he was avoiding me. Not
once did he look my way, let alone try and start a conversation. It was as if I didnt even exist.
But I was okay with it, after all we were not officially a couple, he was not supposed to me mine.
He could do whatever he wanted, and I had no right to complain, no right to demand his
attention. All the four years, I tried hard to cement our relationship, so that when we left the
college, I could at least say I knew him as a best friend. But I never realised when he became
more than just a friend. And somewhere down the line, I developed a love for him that was so
strong, it seemed to burn me inside out. And he had been blind to all these, just as he was blind
to my presence all day long.
Darkness had fallen when we reached the campus. The guys came to drop us girls one
last time at our hostel gate. We all said our goodbyes and I turned to leave, but grabbed my hand
to stop me. My heart skipped a beat. He had never done something like this before. I turned to
face him. There he was, working magic with his eyes, pleading me to step aside for a quick word.
I obliged, and we walked to that spot where we had stopped and chatted on so many evenings.
My stomach was fluttering, and I realised he still hadnt let go of my hand. I looked into his eyes
and breathed hard. His lips parted, as he spoke in a voice that was barely a whisper This may
be our last time together as a group, but promise me we wont part ways even if we dont see
each other every day
I I, I stammered. I was too busy counting the freckles on his nose to frame a proper
reply. And as always, he finished the sentence for me. I know right away you cant promise
anything but at least let us try.
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A tear came to my eye unbidden, but I smiled instead. Are you sure?, I whispered. We
dont really have a future together, do we?
I know we are from different religions, and that was the one thing that held me back all
these years. But why dont we at least give it a try? I dont want to lose the most precious thing
in my life for this
He paused, and I was quick to fill the awkward silence that was sure to follow, Why
hold back for so long, if you planned to do this to me on the very last day? The tears we flowing
now, and I did nothing to stop them.
See, I was always scared, frightened that you might refuse my love. I knew that our
families will never accept us together, but your friendship, this camaraderie that we shared
meant so much to me, I could not risk losing it at any cost. And now that we are nearing the end
of life as we know it, I thought if I let you go this final time, it might be so late that I could never
get to you.
He choked up, and I held his hand tighter, trying to infuse him with the warmth from the
warm fuzzy glow that he had just filled me with. Who cared about the future, when we shared
something so sweet, so special? I looked him the eye, and I could finally comprehend the
meaning of the line When words fail, the eyes do the talking. It was the last time we were
meeting in the campus, but what he had said just then made me so happy, everything else just
seemed to fade away.
The guys were back in the car, and honking for him to join, he patted me lightly on the
cheek to wipe my tears away, gave me a quick reassuring smile and rushed off. As the car was
moving away, he turned and looked straight at me. And this time he looked sure, as if he had let
go of all the doubt that had bothered him the whole day long. This might be the end of
everything good we knew, but for us it was a new beginning. And a whispered promise that
better days were to come.

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Flavours of Assam...
Mandovi Borthakur
B.Tech 1st Year
Electronics & Communication Engineering Branch

The food habit of a region reflects its culture and traditions to quite an extent. The same holds
true for the cuisine of Assam as well, which has its own style and pattern, quite distinct from the
rest of the country as well as the other north eastern states. The traditional food of Assam
comes across as a blend of many exotic spices, herbs and condiments.
Rice Items:
The staple food of Assam is rice, which is consumed in a variety of
ways. Whether taken as steamed rice, poita (cooked rice soaked
overnight) garnished with mustard oil and onions or Komal Saul
(soaked with milk), rice is used in the everyday meal of the native
people. During special occasions like Bihu, a special type of rice
preparation called Pithas is made. The different varieties of Pithas
include Ghila pitha, Til pitha, Sunga pitha, Tekeli pitha, Bhapotdiya
pitha, Tora pitha, Kholasapori pitha & Xutuli pitha.

Pitha

Vegetarian Items:
Served in bell metal utensils called Kahor Thal, a typical Assamese meal comprises of steamed
rice, taken with Khar anja (a dish made of raw papaya), a variety of Pitikas (mashed potatoes,
brinjal or tomatoes), Tenga - a type of sour curry (which may be fish tenga or simple vegetable
tengas) along with kahudi, kharoli and khorisa (bamboo shoots).
Non-Vegetarian Items:
Among the non vegetarian items that form a part of the Assamese cuisine, the favorites are
chicken, pigeon, duck and fish - the most popular varieties being Rohu, Hilsa, Puthi and Chital.
Hukoti, a dish made of small dried fish, is also a hot favourite among the native people of Assam.
Tea:
The state of Assam is famous all over the world for its tea production. Assam tea is known for
its strong malty flavour and bright colour. The state produces both the first and second flush tea
and is particularly famous for its second flush, which produces black tea with golden tips.
Whether served as black tea, lemon tea or the common milk tea, Assamese tea is very refreshing
and forms an indispensable part of the cuisine.
Assamese cuisine presents a unique confluence of delectable and mouth-watering food
items. A typical food of Assam may be reserved only for a certain festival or occasion and such
foods have made themselves an inevitable part in the particular celebration.

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IOTA at Paramount School


Abhisek Gupta
B.Tech 4th Year
Civil Engineering Department

(Founded by 4 B Tech students of NIT Silchar, Iota aims at cultivating the interest of young talents
from school and providing them with the opportunities for scaling their wings out of their interest.
It has come in leaps and bounds in just 2 years since its inception. The organization has already
collaborated with 5 schools, Gyansagar( An NIT based NGO ) and many other small initiatives.)
IOTA is a wonderful initiative to bridge the gap between students and the opportunities
that this rapidly changing world keeps on churning out. We breathed into action again this
weekend as we visited Paramount School located on the outskirts of Silchar. Our institute
relations team worked very hard to pursue the school to allow us to interact with the students
for a 3 day workshop and after much deliberation we were given 2 days to interact with the
students. We reached the school at 9.30 in the morning and saw that everyone had assembled in
a hall bubbling with energy and enthusiasm. The initiative and desire to learn showed by them
inspired us into action as Abhishek introduced the kids to IOTA and its vision. At IOTA we have
designed several modules on Robotics, Vedic Math, Internet, Personality Development,
Photoshop, Career Counselingetc. to bridge the gap between classroom and college. Our main
goal is to groom the students in middle school so that they can aspire to become good
professionals and even better human beings in their life.
The students were mainly from the age group 13-16 with a huge drive to learn and
explore. The first module was about Robotics in which Priyankush explained to them the basic
functioning of machines and how we see the robotic systems working in our daily life. The
proper blending of intricate subject matter with live examples sparked their imagination and it
was not long before they came up with interesting ideas of their own. Workshop on Robotics
was followed by one on Vedic Math by Abhishek Kashyap which involved a lot of short cuts to
do calculations in a quick and efficient manner. Abhishek kept them on their toes by
continuously involving them through various interesting paradoxes and tricks which can be
used in day to day lives. After a fruitful hour of mental math, students were given a half an hour
break for lunch and it also gave us a chance to enjoy panipuris and other local delicacies. The
session after lunch kicked off with a workshop on career counseling, which was focused on
making them more aware of the options they can choose from after their schooling rather than
confining their imaginations to the whims of their parents and teachers. The goal of the
previous generation was to "STAY EMPLOYED FOR LIFE" but it ought to change to "STAYING
EMPLOYABLE FOR LIFE" and we tried to make them think along the same lines. Then we moved
on to the final workshop of the day on Internet. This module was aimed at providing students
with basic idea on internet and how it can be used as a tool to better the world for ourselves and
people around us. Students were informed about its functions and various pages and websites
relevant to their purpose. This wrapped the first day of the workshop as we headed home fully
satisfied with the enthusiasm and inquisitiveness of the kids throughout the day.
The happenings of the first day raised our expectations from the kids and we were not
disappointed by the response the next morning. One difference which I noticed in college and
school life is the desire to learn among the kids as compared to the would-be-graduates.
Perhaps the exertions and stress of uber rigid framework bleeds all the creativity and
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enthusiasm necessary to become a learned person. These kids yet unspoiled were fully primed
to learn through experimentation and creativity. Our next module introduced them to
photoshop and picture editing taught by Anurag Biswanath. Students were explained the basics
and then asked to practice on PCs themselves afterwards. As goes the popular saying A picture
speaks a thousand words", the session on photoshop was followed by a poster making
competition on the theme How education can help us in building a better and informed
society." The creativity on show was inspiring as kids came up with some amazing ideas on the
drawing sheets. The day concluded with a general quiz and final prize distribution ceremony.
The response we received from the kids at the end of the workshop was overwhelming.
It is such positive feedback which inspires us to keep doing the good work and reach out to
more and more kids who want to be a part of a better tomorrow. As the caravan moves on to the
next place, we hope for similar participation and accolades.

Japi

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