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The North-East Divide

Published on August 17, 2012 in No good and Sikkim. 2 Comments Tags: , , , .

In the aftermath of India turning into a senior citizen, we witness a terrorism of a new kind – the chasing of the North East clan away from Bengaluru. And the mass exodus proves just this point – that we, the people from North East India don’t really feel either safe or secure in our homeland aka the non-Chinky part of India. Its bad enough that we don’t look like regular Indians so much so that the remaining North Easterners (whoever are left back in Bengaluru) are easily walking bulls-eye target for such kind of threats to be executed.

And the worst part is, no one really knows or cares about the difference between an Assamese or a Manipuri or between a Sikkimese or say, a Naga. Just like to the rest of us, there is really no difference between say, a Malayali and a Tamilian. Call it racism, thats just how it is in a typical 28-state third world country like ours.

I love Bengaluru, I have been there umpteen times. My best friends live there and I go there to visit them every couple of years. I find it hard to imagine the fear and terror invoked in just a couple of days when people just like me are fleeing back to their respective states in a state of mental panic. Who would blame them when we continue to live in such a world where terror attacks have become a common enough thing.

The fact that the TV is full of images of people thronging away in the railway platform is borderline ridiculous. I cannot imagine their plight as they look forward to make the three to four day journey back home in what could perhaps be described best as (Shashi Tharoor’s) cattle class situation.

So as my North Eastern clan return like flocking migratory birds to their respective states, I can only imagine that an eye for an eye would make our country finally immigration-free. Imagine a world where Sikkim is full of only Sikkimese people – we would have to forget how to speak Hindi and probably English too. Of course, the travel industry would have to commit mass suicide rather than face a lifetime of unemployment. Considering that most of us are lazy buggers who only want cushy government jobs, all work involving menial jobs would pile up while on the flip side, the infinite construction work converting Sikkim into a concrete jungle state would finally and no doubt, thankfully see its end.

Safe journey to all the people traveling home. And good luck to those who stayed behind. Hope you all stay safe.

Sikkim’s worst earthquake

Published on September 20, 2011 in Life as it happens and Sikkim. 1 Comment Tags: , .

It was a rainy sunday morning on the 18th and since we’d woken up late, we’d nearly put off our plans for sightseeing to Namchi’s Samdruptse and Solophok which is about two and a half hours from my place. We reached Namchi, South Sikkim about midday and spent the rest of the day there. We headed back home to Singtam in the evening when an earthquake of 6.8 richter scale hit our small state of Sikkim at around 6 pm. Ironically, we didnt really feel the quake since we were in the vehicle but we did see many people on the way running out of their homes in panic and several people outdoors along the highway. I assumed that a fight had broken out and we didnt bother to stop by and ask what was happening.

A few kilometres ahead, several vehicles came to a stand still and we had to stop because of the traffic jam. It was then terrified people all around us started talking about a huge earthquake that rocked the entire place and also caused a landslide right in the middle of the road. I could make out from the people’s petrified faces that they were really scared out of their wits and one lady even said that the quake had washed away her small wooden house in a landslide. The drivers of the vehicles ahead of us gathered the men and they ended up removing a small portion of the rocks which allowed us enough leeway to cross the road. We then proceeded our journey while I started frantically dialing our families to ensure they were ok.

Unfortunately, the mobile networks were totally jammed and none of us could get through to anyone. Then out of nowhere, my colleague got through my phone and said that the earthquake was so devastating that couple of buildings in Singtam had buckled down and that some people had succumbed to their deaths and several were injured who were being taken to the nearest hospitals. He also informed that the quake had hit Gangtok equally hard and that the devastation was state-wide.

I sent a silent prayer to god to keep our families safe and tried calling them again and again but to no avail. That was perhaps the darkest moment of our lives, when we didnt know if our loved ones were safe or not. It was only after about half an hour later that our phones started working and we talked with our families in Gangtok and were reassured that they were safe.

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30th All India Governor’s Gold Cup

Published on October 26, 2008 in Sikkim. 23 Comments Tags: , , .

Photograph by: Shital Pradhan

Sikkim’s all about football frenzy. Went to watch the final of the Governor’s Gold Cup yesterday where the match was scheduled between Army XI and Three Star Nepal. I’m not a football buff or anything neither did I watch the earlier games. But I missed last year’s final too so I wanted to watch this time for sure. 

The stadium was packed and the first thing that I thought was – God, I hope no one’s planted a bomb or anything. Yeah, I know I was being paranoid but couldnt help myself. After the cultural programme ended and the match was about to start and I was still alive, I relaxed a bit.

I wasnt paying much attention while the team announcements were made so when the match starts, I dont know which team is which. I nudge my aunt, sitting next to me (who’s The football buff) and she doesnt know either. I dont think she cared much; she was busy cheering most of the time and gossiping with the other lady sitting next to her anyway.

I wanted to ask the other people sitting around me but I think – what the heck, I’ll figure that soon enough once they start playing. And thats how by the time the match reaches near half time, I still dont know which is the Nepal team so I can cheer for them! By this time, its too late for me to ask other people for fear of appearing extremely stupid! I look closely at the blue team and catch the words ARMY on their jersey – then went, aahh… All this when the Nepal team was playing in its national flag colours of red and blue.

In the meantime, a kid sitting behind announces – Mama, I feel like going for toilet number two. I felt sorry for the poor mother who had to miss a most exciting start by obliging to her son’s bowel movements.

Somewhere behind me sat the most negative man in the world. He started cribbing when the Army XI players played very well in the first half of the game. He critisized the Nepal players for lack of ball control, slipping and falling on the grass a number of times, playing out long, drawn out injuries and wasting time and so on.

His best comment was – Surely this player doesnt have to run with the ball so much along the entire breadth of the field!

I was initially partial to the Nepal team, just like any other person there but ended up cheering for Army XI, which I felt was the better team except for one inopportune goal which led Nepal to victory. 

More photos of the match here: http://sikkim-himalayanreview.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-features-of-30th-all-india.html

 

Singtam

Published on September 30, 2008 in Life as it happens and Sikkim. 18 Comments Tags: , , , .

You know, you live in a place for about 5 years and it finally and surprisingly grows on you. I know most people assume that I live in Gangtok since I blog from Sikkim. Nope. Gangtok is about an hour further up north from the place I live in, which is called Singtam. When I first joined work and saw, yes with my own two eyes, this… this dump of a place, the only thought I had was – how the hell do people live in a place like this???

The main market was infested with taxis and the temperature was soooo hot that I nearly melted. Gangtok, on the other hand has a divine climate that makes the entire place centrally air conditioned, as my dad used to say. Singtam, on the other hand was filled with vehicles passing through, villagers in their sunday best come out to do their weekly shopping, alleys filled with a peculiar stench that just wouldnt quit, with – ugh – little eating shacks right next to all the dirt. 

Whose number only preceded by uncountable number of booze shops, (to one of which some of us would be loyal customers for life) Maybe the worst piece of news I’d heard about this place was that it was a haven for crimes. Burglary, murder, take your pick. I had made up my mind then and there that I would commute from Gangtok rather than stay in such a place.

Stay, that I did. Made a lot of new friends and neighbours. Visited the police station on a regular basis. Once the institute bus had a major accident with a biker chap and since I was on the bus at that time, I was the witness by default. Another time, a burglary occurred at my new apartment although the theft was recovered the next day itself. So yes, I made a lot of friends at the police station. Psychologically, it made me feel more secure.  

Til date, I dont know a lot of people in town. The ones who know me as Rinchen mam, from XYZ Institute give me warm smiles which probably translates into – please pass my son/daughter/nephew/relative, good lady. I smile back at them and find it amusing that this is such a small place where everyone knows everyone else.

Two people who meet me in the market and dont let me leave are – my former sweeper, safaikarmachari as they’re called these days. Rawat bhaiya goes on and on relegating stories about bhabhi, mine – not his. I always know the next words coming out of his mouth will be – please give her some work in your office. 

The other guy’s the parking ticket collector. Previously I used to dodge such people in the hope of saving 5 bucks but when I found out that he’s my former maid’s brother, I offer him a little cash once in a while. He always wants me to go to his home and meet his sister and her little kid. Oh and he also doesnt give me a parking ticket anymore. Which is nice.

Then there’s my regular shopkeeper who’s always happy to see me. He probably sees dollar signs where I’m standing because he says things like – please come in, madam, come in. Please take anything you want. Its your own shop. His shop’s name is Fruit Shop. So is the next door’s and the remaining shops after that. I’ve never seen a sign board outside declaring the actual name. Strange.

I’ve also gotten used to the temperature by now. It doesnt seem so bad now and I have begun to hate Gangtok’s bitter wintry cold. Somehow Singtam feels more home to me than my actual home of Gangtok. Its not as advanced as the capital city but its a place where everyone knows my name. Thats reason enough for me. I’ve come to love the place I once could not stand. Stranger things have happened.

The great debate

Published on September 3, 2008 in No good and Sikkim. 361 Comments Tags: , .

I’ve recently been battling out the topic of stopping immigration in Sikkim in the forum of sikkimonline.info. The topic ranted about a Sikkimese being an alien in their own domain, being dominated or called chinkys, bahadur, etc. outside the state. This is how I responded:

I dont think you’re going to like what I’m going to say so apologies in advance.

Yes, I have been called a chinky and whistled at by these so-called perverts of our society when I’ve been outside the state. I agree that most of these people who indulge in such habits are cretins of the lowest kind and bring shame to our culture and country.

But I wonder why there is this tide of strong anti non-Sikkimese sentiments so rampant which says WE are superior to them. After all, even we as citizens of India have taken ample opportunity in terms of educations, jobs and a better life outside the state. Then why stop anyone from doing the same in Sikkim?

The government of Sikkim has already secured us by providing a certificate of Identification and we all know that govt jobs are accessible only to those holding a COI. Even most govt undertakings prefer to hire local people wherever possible.

What about people like Bhaichung Bhutia, Danny Denzongpa, Karma Paljor of CNN-IBN and thousands of other professionals opting to live and work in the various metros of the country? What made them leave our blissful state and struggle for life outside Sikkim that we know for sure isnt as laidback and cosy as home in the first place? Shouldnt the local people there too protest against their working there by hailing them “immigrants” and shooing them away?

So why should we do that here?

Yes, I feel more secure after crossing Rangpo. (Rangpo is the border which leads to Sikkim) Yes, I feel our people are far more civilized and tolerant and accommodating than others. Yes, the people from outside may disturb our peace and harmony.

But the point of self complacency has long gone past. Why should we feel worried about non locals snatching our jobs when we ourselves are unemployed by the dozen?

Forgive me for not being able to sign the petition. I evidently believe differently and I’m sure I’m one of the very few people to do so. I dont want to create an un-necessary argument in any case. I’m just voicing my opinion that we should live and let live.

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Corny things

Published on July 27, 2008 in Good things and Sikkim. 2 Comments Tags: , , .

Things get very corny enroute to Gangtok and you can intercept the freshly roasted smell miles before you actually reach the place where they sell them. Thats my cook buying some roasted corns while we were on our way towards Gangtok. The corn fields line the highway and the village people make their living selling corns for 5 bucks a piece. Pretty cheap. And delicious too. I ought to probably say healthy too but I’m not entirely sure if it is indeed so.

I dont know how but nowadays they sell corn throughout the year along this stretch of the road. Earlier there used to be certain seasons for which people used to wait impatiently for the corn to ripen. Guess the villagers decided to make this a way of life. And looking at the large number of vehicles which stop and buy from them, I’d say people are really fond of this stuff.

Use of plastic bags are banned in Sikkim so we didnt get one. A small step towards reducing pollution and rightfully so. Therefore, as we continued our journey, the whole car started smelling like a corn field itself. Half an hour later, as I picked up a friend, the moment she sat in the car she exclaimed, You bought corn!!! Lets have some!!!

You know you’re from Darjeeling/Sikkim when

Published on April 29, 2008 in Sikkim. 14 Comments Tags: , .

Found this article in a friend’s inbox and HAD TO post it.

You greet your friends saying ‘Yess bro!!’ even though there seems to be no logical or grammatical justification to the phrase.

You can literally ask whether someone would like to ‘EAT WATER’!! (eg. Paani Khane??) or Booze!!! (Raksi khane??) or even a KICK (Laat khanu manparyo??)

You know what ‘ALOO DUM’ is and you have definitely tasted it!!

And you would rather stand outside in the cold and relish Aloo dum (which btw you think is the best potato delicacy in the universe) than to go in an air conditioned MacD’s right across the street and have burger & fries.

You try to look elsewhere when you see a pretty female heading ur way

99% of your friends sport one of the following hair styles: spikes, long hair or middle parting. The remaining 1% are bald.

You tend to take a bow whenever you shake hands with someone new. With both hands.

You will laugh when you read the following on a billboard: ‘Great Condo for sale in Palm Beach for you and your family’

3 out of ur 5 friends can play guitar… the remaining two have also given it a try at some point or the other.

The words ‘Maradona’ and ‘Pele’ were one of the first words you uttered since you learnt how to speak.

All your friends have an opinion on football.

The moment you’re a floor over the Ground Floor (preferably on a balcony) you tend to look down and SPIT

You look up when you hear an airplane.

You point with your lips.

Whenever you meet someone you ask, ‘Have you had your food?’ ( bhat khayou?)

You meet someone in a movie hall and ask, ‘ Have you come to watch a movie?’ (movie hernu ayeko?)

You call all action movies ‘ action pacck’

You think all festivals mean relatives playing cards and getting drunk…

You cannot drink without chicken chilly and momos…

You are crossing a one way street and you have to check both sides…( debre ani daine )

Your relatives give you money whenever you visit them… ( even when you are 40)

When you see a pair of slippers upside down (ulta chappal) you have to turn it around.

You don’t trim your nails at night. (Otherwise the devil might take you and your family)

You feel you haven’t eaten if you haven’t had Bhath (rice).

You laugh at everything on Nepali TV but you still watch it…

You have been dragged to a mandir on saraswati puja so that you will get good grades.

Your grand mum doesn’t let you whistle at night.

You cant date someone if you are not in love.

You Know who Humjayega is.

Although you have never met him.

You miss those mountains you used to see the moment you opened your eyes in the morning

You go out for lunch/ dinner/ whatever in a group and look at the menu for half an hour and order the following:

a. momo
b. chowmein
c. fried rice
d. chicken chilli

You think of titaura and your saliva glands go wild!!

You think Toyota Corrolla is the no..1 car in the world!

You miss wai wai, churpi and titaura almost any given day.

You are good at drunk driving, especially on motorcycles

Your conversation with anyone you just met, always ends up being an interview to unearth the degree of association with this person. (eh…Ghar ka hare?? gangtok? Tyeso bhaye timile xyz lai chinchhau??)

- 90% of the time you end up knowing someone who knows someone who knows the person.
- The remaining 10% of the time the person is your relative.
- you feel obligated to pay for everyone else when eating out with your friends.

Your American friends ask you if you have climbed Mount Everest.

You probably haven’t even seen mount Everest.

You love the pungent, fermented smell of pickled bamboo shoots (tama) and dried and aged vegetable leaves (gundruk) + you are drooling at the thought right now!

International Florishow, Gangtok

Published on March 24, 2008 in Sikkim. 18 Comments Tags: , .

The International Florishow was held on 14th to 16th March 2008 at Saramsa Gardens, Gangtok. It was inaugurated by the chief guest, Dr Montek Singh Ahluwalia, Deputy Chairman of National Planning Commission.

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Exhibition stalls in sync with the environment

Several high profile guests included star footballer and Sikkim’s own national football team captain, Bhaichung Bhutia as well as the Chief Minister of Sikkim, Dr Pawan Chamling accompanied by his cabinet ministers, MLA’s and senior officials from the state administration.

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My favourite red

The theme of the event was  “Sikkim: nature’s own garden”. Accordingly, Saramsa Garden was decked up with over 50,000 varieties of flowers like Cineraria, Petunia, Pansy, Aster, Primula etc other than orchids. Apart from the Flower Exhibition cum competition, the three day event also hosted an Internal Conference, Buyer-Seller Meet and various cultural Programmes.

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Sikkim: Nature’s own garden

Hundreds of coordinators and equally numerous volunteers, including students contributed to make the Florishow a success. Paintings of students from their respective schools adorned the walls of the 7-acre garden.

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Classic orchids

Four Wi-Fi systems were placed in four different corners of the garden and internet facilities were provided free of cost to all media persons. Sound systems were camouflaged in all corners of the garden that played soothing music for the entertainment for the general public.

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Amazing yellow

Internationally acclaimed flutist Shri Hari Prasad Chaurasia performed an enthralling rendition on the final day much to the delight of the audience present who were left spell bound by what was indeed an experience of a lifetime.

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Dont know whats it called but look at the thorns!

Photograph courtesy: Tenzing Dorjee Pradhan, ATTC

Football frenzy

Published on November 1, 2007 in Sikkim. 2 Comments Tags: .

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Once a year during the months of October – November, my state (of Sikkim) hosts a football tournament to the delight of thousands of fans sitting in the galleries of the Paljor Stadium. The tournament sees the participation of a host of local teams as well as football teams of Nepal and even Nigeria, who were specially invited all the way last year.

Sikkim may be one of the few states of India where football, not cricket is the more popular sport where kids aspire to be the next Bhaichung Bhutia, even as Tendulkar continues to remain god to others. Even the government offices and schools close in the afternoons so that people can watch the games. The Governor’s Gold Cup remains to be the only topic of discussion during this time of the year in Gangtok.

Sometimes it so happens that a sore loser team gets so pissed with a winner team that they go and pick a fight with them and appallingly, bash them right in the middle of the football field. About two years back, one team got beaten up and sadly havent returned to the tournament till date.

I still remember last year’s final match. I got separated from my group due to the thronging crowd all over the place. After buying a really expensive ticket – read: best seats in the stadium – I ended up sitting on the stairs alone, next to the best seats which were all occupied yet went on to enjoy the game on my own as well as the rest of the screaming crowd.

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