I sometimes wonder what feeling would Narayan Gopal be having when he sang – “Aljhecha Kya re Pachyawri timro chiya ko botaima.” Was “chiya ko bot” a resemblance of wealth? Was “chiyabari” a happy and prosperous place? While the former may still be true, the latter is most certainly not – and that has today become a concern for every citizen in the Hills – be it the residents or the non-residents of the tea gardens.
Even if for a moment we consider that giving away jobs to the volunteer teachers was right, we come up to question how the volunteer teachers were selected. Was a fair and open opportunity given to everyone to compete for the volunteer posts? Was the information dissemination done freely and fairly? Was everyone who got regularized, actually a “volunteer teacher”?
In yet another incident of development project leading to potential disaster and construction controversy in Darjeeling, a large infrastructure project in the youth hostel area, owned and promoted by the Yashshree Group has been alleged to have put the residential houses around it at risk.
A minor was repeatedly raped, allegedly by her own father, in a village under the Mirik sub-division. The inhumane case has come to light only after the child was found to be impregnated.
From multiple sources, we have come to know that the father had allegedly raped his own minor daughter multiple times.
The Ghoom Jorebunglow Degree, Darjeeling has consistently been a source of news and stories in recent times, ironically most of the times for reasons not related to education. What should have been a centre for knowledge and learning has contrarily become a floodgate for controversies, debates and politics. The college has yet again become a centre of attention with the staff members of the college holding a complete pen down strike starting last Friday. i.e., 29th of April – their one point demand being for the college to be formally recognised by the state Govt.
It was just another March morning. My eyes were half awake and my fingers were already scrolling the phone screen shuffling between the headlines and news articles corresponding to my conventional practice of starting a day. Just then, I happened to come across a picture of a bhangera – sparrow. The moment hit me hard somewhere and took me for a long travel down my memory lane.
We are all made of stories – small and big ones. Few of such highlighted stories in our lives, we celebrate, cherish or manifest on Valentine’s Day as love, wishes or as memories. As imported and manufactured the idea of Valentine’s Day may sound, it has had an important significance in the hills. It has run through considerable years of evolution among us.
For many TheDC might just be a page and a website posting news. But if you look deeper enough, it is a voice – yours, mine and everyone else’s. It represents independence, freedom and truth even when there have been uncountable attempts to shut it down and destroy it. It represents hope to endure, with nothing in hand but a pen, passion, an idea and the truth.
We have been informed that following the incident, the child narrated everything to her mother. The parents then went on to raise the issue with their neighbours, who shockingly chose to settle the case internally and to forgive the accused culprit.
What does it take to take up a fake persona? A little charm, lots of chutzpa, a calling card and fancy looking office and most important of all – gullible people, boat loads of them.
A Fake CA has duped many in Darjeeling – we are exposing him