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Thoughts on the onset of summer

All roads are blocked to a philosophy which reduces everything to the word 'no.' To 'no' there is only one answer and that is 'yes.' Nihilism has no substance. There is no such thing as nothingness, and zero does not exist. Everything is something. Nothing is nothing. Man lives more by affirmation than by bread. Victor Hugo

The opressive heat is showing up on the stage fervently, as the other extreme of the Delhi air makes its way towards the exit. The summer-versus-winter debate will persist, as long as the Qutb Minar towers overs the southern landscape of the city. 

People who come from the northern and central part of the country have no fuss about summer, but for us hailing from the shielded hilly regions of the North East, this season is a curse. The hot spell urges me to go naked, literally, and this nakedness alters my consciousness... of things that can be and things that are. Sometimes I can be too demanding, working on my o…

Sharmila's rituals continue in Manipur

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March 8, Imphal: Irom Chanu Sharmila has been released from the JN Hospital this evening, following the completion of a year when she was re-arrested last year. Hard to digest, but it has become a ritual for the Iron Lady during the last ten years. She admitted that the formality is becoming a shame, though she is determine to carry on with her struggle. And the Armed Forces Special Powers Act, 1958 continues to take the flak, though the government is having no say in the issue, refusing to come clean.

The theatre of the absurd continues, and Irom Sharmila, unfortunately, is the tragedy queen. The solidarity action of this woman will be treasured in the history of the land, whilst her bold resistance would invite the government to put her in detention again. The story of Manipur — with blood, guns and barbarity — recommences with Sharmila's journey.





Breaking news

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Th Muivah elected as
the Chief Minister of
Nagaland unconditionally
By a Staff Correspondent
Updated 10 minutes ago


3 March, New Delhi: In a major shift to
the decade-old peace talk between the
Government of India and the NSCN-IM,
officials confirmed the report that
Thuingalung Muivah is now elected as
the CM of Nagaland unanimously.

In the follow up, the PMO has declared
it is hopeful the Naga issue will be
solved forever with this agreement.
He added it is a historic moment for
the Nagas.

The rebel camps in various parts
of the state have celebrated the new
development by firing ten thousand
rounds of assault rifles. On this fateful
day, several leaders have declared to
annex the other parts of their homeland,
including those in Assam, Manipur,
Arunachal Pradesh and even Myanmar.

For more on the story:
www. kapelartimes.com/newsarticle795001   Source: Kapelar Times
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Aristotle on Political Man

"A social instinct is implanted in all men by nature, and yet he who first founded the state was the greatest of benefactors. For man, when perfected, is the best of animals, but when separated from law and justice, he is the worst of all; since armed injustice is the most dangerous, and he is equipped at birth with arms, meant to be used by intelligence and virtue, which he may use for the worst ends. Wherefore, if he have not virtue, he is the most unholy and the most savage of animals, and the most full of lust and gluttony. But justice is the bond of men in states, for the administration of justice, which is the determination of what is just, is the principle of order in political society."
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True colours

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A solitary muse on Yaoshang, which once used to make us go frenzy though time has taken away all its charms. Now it has become just another day in this faraway land... whilst the memories are the only comfort, slacking off the uneasiness

Five days of fun and frolic —  with colours, music and friends — can whip you into a state of ecstasy. Yaoshang comes in the joyous spring when the sun regain its serenity, after being dampened by the cold airs of winter in our hometown. Back in those days, we were cheerful as much as those sunshine. Playing with colours, and roaming and roving through the bumpy Imphal streets were mere excuses we had from the celebration. And in the later years, the entertainment-studded sport contests that are held in every nook and corner of the valley, could make us late for the late-night thabals. The festive spirits that caught the people, and how we were hold captive, have no expression. It lies only in our impression and ideas how much we had revelled. Obvious…

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