While sitting in Bijapur, a district in south Chhattisgarh utterly afflicted by naxalite-maoist violence we found how difficult the situation is for the people who are not only torn apart through insurgency and counter insurgency but also due to poorest network connectivity (as it cuts the people off from the outside world). Bijapur isn’t the […]Read more "Bluetooth empowering the ‘off-line’ mass"
“How far can you go to follow your heart?” a question comfortably placed in my consciousness among some exhilaration, curiosity and a yearning to see my love. The journey came as a refreshing breeze through under the shut door, blowing away the grains of dust born over time. As I slid into the back […]Read more "The lust of a mountain goat"
The incessant changes in the itinerary, early arrival at the airport due to excitement followed by dismayedness due to delay of the flight, pile of doubts and inhibitions about the new place swept by excessively optimistic thoughts served as perfect ingredients to spice up the curiosity which for a very long time was overwhelmingly jumping […]Read more "The road to Aizawl"
They say that the most beautiful moments of life make you lose the sense of time, but what if every moment spent feels like a lifetime, if you could feel the rustling resonance of each atom around you, if you could sense the energy that your feet are exerting on sacred soil leaving behind some […]Read more "Walk of a Pilgrim"
One evening while going back to my little Mizo-hostel from office I could not help but realize the ironic presence of the damp wind wrapped in the sunshine at dusk. It was trembling but making its existence felt. I too was walking on the brink of some sort of bewilderment, touching the rather yellow grass […]Read more "The Journey into the night.."
It was not long ago when the political editor of one of my favorite political magazines asked me to show a journalism degree when I went for an internship interview. I wanted to put across how passionately I believe in the values of journalism, how over some years I had my own little experiments with the society and […]Read more "How Tribal Journalists are proving that Journalism is not just for elites"
When the red corridor beckoned me for some adventure! Face greased and tanned, feet almost ruined by red soil, I stumbled back home with memories which will keep my courage afloat for a very long time to come. My stint at a backpacking hostel had come to an end which provided me enough to fund […]Read more "When the Red corridor beckoned me for some adventure"