THERE LIVED A RACE CALLED MANKIND...

Fragmented pieces and shattered ties – this is what is left of what was once called humanity. Broken in the name of religion, divided in the name of ethnicity mankind is now a caricature of its own self. 21^ST century promises to be an age of development, an era of technological boom and socio-political escalation. The golden hands of development has brushed even some of the remote interiors of the globe, the major contribution is that of electricity -lighting up houses that has been dark for ages.

However the darkness that prevails in the minds of people has not escaped. There has been a great evolution of mankind from those barbaric early man days to today’s present sophisticated world. The day has come when man has surpassed all other beings but in this process of evolution a section of the crowd has become a race of hungry blood-sucking mongrels.

The values of love, compassion, sympathy that stands as the touchstones of the race called mankind has become a thing of the past to that extent that man now dithers not to kill another man.

Some of the recent incidents of the past have thrown light into this darker aspect of mankind where the humanity in human beings is extinct.

The mass killing of innocent school children in Pakistan by a group of miscreants will go down as one of the most horrifying and shameful incidents where humanity has being replaced by brutality. The blood of innocent children flows down the streets of Pakistan and their estranged cries haunt the air-cries that were once of mirth and laughter have become screams of terror. Families have been dumped into alleys of darkness and depression, shrouded by bereavement. And all these done by none other than man himself-man who has raised arms in his hands and has been blinded by the flame of contempt, loathe and revenge, who failed to see the twinkling eyes of those young hearts, the endless dreams in them. Brutalism is not the answer to any query but man has lost the power to reason, so being animated in his selfish quest.

Also recently the ethnic clashes in the beautiful valley of Assam that has ravaged the valley into a war field where innocent lives are taken for no good. The Brahamaputra flows red with the blood of the innocent victims. North East has reported many cases of militant activities and riots in the past however this by far is the most atrocious and brutal of all, where man has been shot dead in his own backyard. The image of a woman clinging on to her children, one of them an infant-all shot dead is doing the rounds in the television screen. This image is a portrait of the fact that man has killed every trace of humanity in him.

Assam that once so proudly claimed to be the motherland of various ethnic tribes and caste, is now shredded into pieces by her own sons. The fact that was once to be cherished has now become a nightmare for all. 

Divided on the grounds of religion, caste and creed, man has forgotten that “I AM A HUMAN BEING first rather than I AM A HINDU or a MUSLIM or ASSAMESE or TAMIL. In me runs the blood of a saviour-a saviour of nature, my fellow beings not that of a cruel slaughterer.”

In today’s disturbed world where humanity is on the brim of existence, the voice of

Dr. Bhupen Hazarika rings loud in one’s ears:

“If man does not think of another man with a little compassion , who else will do so?

If man himself cannot be human, it is impossible for devil to be human

And if devil himself turns human it is a shame to the human race.”

(Translated from

“Manuhe manuhor babe jodi he akonu nabhabhe,akonu xohanubhutire,

bhabibo kune nu kua xomoniya?

Manuh jodi he nohoi manuh,danab kahaniu nohoi manuh,

Jodi danab kahani ba hoi manuh laaj pabo kune nu kua xomoniya?”)