The folktales I heard, of Bhanumati and Tejimola, will they stand the test of time a hundred years from now? The blood that boiled on 30th of October, 2008; will it ever feel the same for this soil? Why will I feel even “Indian” enough when this nation has failed to bat an eye to the vehement cries of my fellowmen’s dissent? Blood is red, not saffron. The influx of illegal foreigners from Bangladesh have plagued the state since 1971; jeopardized the culture and demography of this land. But, the apparent threat to “religion” is answered by threatening my language; my beautiful language. And what will this state be if the very basis of its foundation is ridiculed by elected representatives inside the holy hall of this democracy? The Axomiya understanding of “Hinduism” is through the lenses of SankarDev. We have, over these centuries, crafted a secular society, comfortably afar from the oppressive complexities of caste and religious fundamentalism. But the fabric that was already attacked by the influx of millions of foreigners (illegally) has had its final nail today evening. We are not men and women anymore but fingers. Fingers capable of pressing a button on the EVM. Spineless men, who have sold this soil for the sake of their unrealistic-fascist dream has legitimized the death of our identity. And here, at this point, this ceases to be the Axom of Joymoti or Ambikagiri, of Madhavdev or Azan Fakir, of yours and mine. And the folktales I heard, of Bhanumati and Tejimola, shall not stand the test of time if we decide to bow down. When the attack is on your identity, assert it violently. #Iopposecab #Assamrejectscab #CAB #assam
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