Agam Singh Giri – कविवर अगमसिंह गिरी एवं उनको आत्मा व्यथा
On his birthday, we humbly remember poet Agam Singh Giri. भाषा, साहित्यको उत्तरोत्तर उत्थान गर्न निमितार्य अथवा नवीन युगको निर्माणार्थ शन-प्रदीम्न विशेष व्यक्तित्वको प्रयोजन पर्छ।…
Darjeeling
Himalayan Mountaineering Institute organizes Kanchenjunga Skydiving Event
The Darjeeling-based Himalayan Mountaineering Institute (HMI) organizes the first ever trial of Sports Skydiving with an aim to introduce skydiving as annual event, near Mount Kanchenjunga peak.
Art Workshop in Darjeeling: A Report
Mr. Bobby Blown Wylde from the famous London’s Slade School of Fine Arts conducts a three-days art workshop at Hayden Hall, Darjeeling from December 04-06, 2020.
On the 8th year of being born – What TheDC means to us?
As TheDC celebrates its 8th anniversary, Bicky Sharma reflects on the idea of TheDC and what it represents.
Gorkhaland – The Leaders and the People
Today, the idea of Gorkhaland is at the crossroads. The state assembly elections are round the corner and some people feel the idea has been compromised after the ‘old guards’ made a deal with the state government for their return.
The state which had hounded them with multiple legal cases, has now decide to forgive them and assured their safe return. The state against which the movement was launched, has today become the protector of the rebels. The same state which took away even the voting rights of the ‘old brigade’ leaders is now guaranteeing their freedom to participate in the upcoming elections.
On International Day of the Girl Child – “छोरी”
हो अवश्यै जान्छिन , जानू पनि त पर्छ , त्यो त प्रत्येक छोरीको नियति हो , तर नजीक-टाढा, जहाँ नै गएता पनि उ हामीसित , हामी उसँगै हुनेछौ । उसको हृदयमा सदाका लागि रहनेछौं , शायद मरेर गएपनि। छोराले बुहारी ल्याउछ भन्छ्यौ , ठीकै हो , तर के थाहा बुहारीले पो छोरालाई लगेर जाने हो ?! तर छोरी कहाँ जान्छे त्यसले हामीलाई खासै फरक पार्दैन , टाढा-नजीक ,जे जस्तो , जहाँ गए पनि उ हामीसितै हुन्छे। त्यसैले त भन्छ नि “A Son is a son till he gets him a wife, but a Daughter is a daughter all days of her life.” इ ! आफैलाई हेर न , दिनमा कति चोटि घरमा फोन गर्छ्यौ , व्हाट्सेप र फेसबुकमा बिजी हुन्छ्यौ , आमा-बाबाको लागि सुर्त्याउछौ , घरी घरी भाइ बुहारीलाई कस्तो हकार्दै गरेकी हुन्छ्यौ अन्त , कि कसो ?
OUR PRIMER
Only a being can belong. Where is your being? You talk about Right, Left and Centre? You are a photocopy of a photocopy. Can’t you see, there is no You, there is no Home, there is no Us? Outfoxed, outmaneuvered, overpowered, outplayed, don’t you realize that you have been reduced to a speck of dust? The Right has no use for specks of dust and neither does the Left.
Exposing Hypocrisy: बंगाल सरकारकै शरणमा बसेर मुद्दासँग छौँ भनेर यदि कसैले भन्छ भने त्यो वाहियात लाग्न सक्छ ।
बंगाल सरकारकै शरणमा बसेर मुद्दासँग छौँ भनेर यदि कसैले भन्छ भने त्यो वाहियात लाग्न सक्छ । यहाँको वर्तमान सत्ता जतिसक्दो कुनै पनि अन्य व्यवस्था अथवा केन्द्रको सुधार प्रक्रिया पहाड नभित्रीउन भन्ने पक्षमा छन् । यदि कुनै अन्य दल हुनु हो भने पनि त्यो दलको स्तर यहाँबाट माथी उठ्ने अपेक्षा बेकार जान्थ्यो । मुद्दाको अवस्था सुध्रिनु नसक्नुको मुख्य कारण दलहरुको यहि स्वार्थपरक सत्तामुखी सोच हो ।
CURRENT STATE OF AFFAIRS – No one is to be blamed
In “Wai Wai” we trust – that’s the state of journalism in our hills.
In “Syria” we outrage – that’s the state of writers, poets, intelligentsia in our hills.
In “Social-media revolution” we believe – that’s the state of activism in our hills.
In “Finding political relevance” we strive for – that’s the state of academia in our hills.
In “Silence” we dwell – that’s the state of rebellion in our hills
We will vocally decry those who we believe are worthy of our self-righteous scorn, but don’t bother us to speak out against the tyrannical state and the current state of affairs.
Special Series on Gorkhaland Andolan – Shards of Memories from a Shattered Mirror – Part II
My aunts waited for the cremation to end and sat and gossiped among themselves. They were talking about some place where women had cremated the dead, an unheard of practice, Keti haru lay garnu parcha abo. Someone also mentioned in hushed voices that in some tea garden, a woman had given birth to a dark-skinnned baby, “nikkhur kalo nani”. There was anxiety in their voices. I didn’t really understand the implication of these conversations.