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Big Brother’s a Peeping Tom

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Revelations about surveillance programmes are provoking us to question why the governments are sniffing around our arses



Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you 
There was once a buzz that the Police’s Every Breath You Take should be the internet’s official song. If there are people you want to snoop, then stalk their Facebook and Twitter profiles. You have the fatherly Google as well, to check each digital footprint of a person. Byte them!

As things stand today, the condition has become worse—a chunk of the problems is because of the government’s intervention across the globe. It started a couple of weeks ago when Edward Snowden taking a piss on the US’ war on privacy. It is amazing how they have a war on everything, like the War on Terror, War on Oil, War on Commies and what not.

When Private Is No Different from Public

Snowden had exposed the malicious intents of the PRISM surveillance project. It is so in…

On the Day He Died Seeing the Flag

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How would it be if we have, but one name
—undivided by narrow walls,
—unpolluted by narrow minds?

We will have everything to share
Happiness, without which
We have no reason in so little that we are sharing.






The Great June Fighting

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June 18— celebrated as the Great June Uprising and Unity Day—is a historic day in Manipur. Twelve years ago on this day, the state killed 18 people during a mass agitation against a ceasefire agreement between the union of India and a separatist organisation. The state can kill because it is the state; we know, it is high above the gods and the laws.

In their mighty power, the terms ‘uprising’ and ‘unity’ might be misleading.

If we go by the fact, in 2001, half a million people were up in arms against the union’s overt plan to contain the issues of insurgency. The Union has been successful for the last six decades, though occasionally it fumbles. So, in a way, it is unsurprising why the government had to amend the clause of ‘without territorial limit’ in the agreement. The initial impact was so powerful that the State Assembly building was burnt down. This was preceded by an official meeting, on June 14 of that year, between the union and the Isaak-Muivah faction of the National So…

From an Unknown Land

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The road is long, the destination unknown
The joy is on the road, they roar
The destination is the end of all the fun;
                         How do we roar we are moving forward,
                              As, only towards our own derrière, we trot?
                              The destination is an illusion
      —in the unknown land of destiny; fate is the belief
      The unknown people sigh in unknown gestures.






Home Is Where the Mountain Is

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A haiku collection from the hills, mountains and beyond


From high up the hills
They look down upon us, in
The fight for the land

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As tall as mountains
As far as where the home is
Let our love prevail

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They arrive with arms
India, China, Burma;
The hills cry in streams








The mountains are calling
The foothills are all decked up;
Vacation at home

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Let's climb together
The highest mountains and hills
Far away from people

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Will you follow me
From high up here to a place,
We call it our own





Gunshots and echoes
More gunshots and more echoes
Guns have no echoes

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Misunderstanding Belonging

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Scorching suns and moonless nights
And they strike;

With airs burning, blazing
Each day and night

Ignite
All you can;

For the pain
It matches not

Your pain.

Your misunderstanding of belonging.

Your god.

Your land.

The Half Mohican Cut

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America is far away, three oceans and three hundred countries away;
Closer home, at the barber's shop a few walks away, I did not
Expect, not from the big poster of one hundred film stars and styles the barber
Offers, and worshiped every day with an offering of incense sticks;
Nor I expected a cut, coiffed, those of the faraway Mohicans from America have;

Scissors stridulate; clittering and clattering, the familiar sound
The noise of the marketplace in the background complements
And the smell of shaving creams and aftershave lotions
And shampoos and fancy cosmetic; what would you not smell of?
And the mirrors and the reflecting thousand of scented images
We can see half of the world inside his business place.

You never know when it will rain in the distant desert
You never know when you will remember your first love
You never know when the images of faraway land will appear
You never know when the bomb will explode;

How would I know when the barber will flee,
Disappear under the floor after ma…

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