Review of Modi's North East Story

Tuhin A. Sinha Aditya Pittie

Why I chose to read this book is part of my personal identity.

A huge bloodline on my maternal side is situated in each of these states.

Their stories have always been there with me.

What the Northeast disliked most was what they had to endure after independence.

The story begins with the land being given to a mother and her seven daughters as a gift.

Kamakhya is the mother, and these seven regions belong to her daughters.

Very few know that during Shri Ram’s time, the Sic Mundus (an ancient concept) had its roots in India. The Kamakhya temple might be 1400 years old, but the mother has been there ever since the land came into existence. She is one of the progenitors whose powers led to the formation of the land and made it habitable for the human race. To not lose her, her counterparts divided the land and shared the eastern part with her. The land that the sun bows down to first. One of the triquetra knots is here. Ouroboros is how the tunnels were designed, and, in those times, India was not far from Egypt, not that far, and the land stretch had a Ouroboros tunnel, which was later vanquished when Africa was pushed far. The power of the goddess exists beyond time. Kaal and Kaali created the maze of time for humans here on Earth, not just for Indians but for the world.

Assam’s Kamakhya is the Shakti Peeth, which is the birth point, and that is why the mother still bleeds.

In ancient days, it was directly connected to the Valley of the Kings in Egypt. Birth to death was a single tunnel, and the journey from death to birth was another tunnel. The brewing spot of the world. In those times, life was divided, as it is today.

Why was the land not taken care of?

1. Women are being suppressed by current traditions to make wealth only for men. Their powers have been used by everyone, but due credit has not come to them. In earlier times, this was not the case, and that is where she and her seven daughters shared the land.
2. The land houses power and is one of the most potent centers of mythological richness and scientific glamor. Humans have gone wrong, and they have chosen not to side with the gods at some point in time. But women's powers are still not happy with the decision and continue to oppose men’s segregation from God. Whatever is powerful is being curbed and truncated. Old powers must die for the new to rise, but old powers are real powers, and no one can win over such powers by stealing them from the old and using them for a different purpose.

Arunachala could swap time lines among the parallel dimensions. The Silk Road was thus connected to it, as in the Silk Road tales of time swapping existed.

Tripura was a goddess who ruled over Tripur, and this is where she stayed.

Nagaland belonged to Naga, a woman who had mastered the art of changing forms by traversing the parallel dimensions and swapping form and shape every time she desired or needed them.

Meghalaya was home to Megha, the woman who could create rain and clouds and could fly so that she scattered clouds and rain everywhere. She brought the culture of flying and passed on the wisdom through generations.

Manipur has the Mani (it still has), which was nothing but a potent time travel machine. It is there but hidden, and there are seven copies of it. This land has all of them, and each is out of the subconscious.

Sikkim is the land that served as the connector to Earth when anyone was using these machines.

Mizo had a special power; she could turn the whole world blind to what she was doing. The last time any magic was done was by Mizo, where she devised a secret path to hide the entire glory of the Northeast lest it fall into the wrong hands.

The torture and torment people of this region face, the stolen simplicity of the races, and the world’s force in destroying it will not kill what remains hidden.

The torture is testimony of human decline. What Modiji is trying to do is a path of human incline. Understanding them and their policies is mandatory for every Indian therefore.

I earnestly apologize to all religious fronts for my next statement, but the truth stands true.

Before Islam and Christianity came to India, even before Sikhism, Buddhism, and Jainism were born, everyone here, every citizen who is fighting today for their religious rights, belonged to a clan that practiced Hinduism, even if it was distant.

The religions that took shape have indeed far higher purposes for creation than mere ways to avert Hindu torture. Of course, Hinduism and nature worship could have been practiced better, but even its twisting was a conscious decision of the seers then to allow the creation of different faiths in the world. Why these religions were important and what made this segregation win over people is another story, but they had a higher purpose. Purposes are forgotten, life is not intelligent now, it is so much subconsciously choosing its own harm.

Coming to the book

A few of my relatives were abducted by Maoists, never to be found.

Some got into the grips of drugs.

They were called Chinkis on the mainland. Chinki is slang, and they are not Chinkis.

Constant disgrace and disrespect are brought to their women.

So much so that at one point they hated me, saying you are from India. “We don’t know who you are, and we are cheated.” We stopped visiting them, and they stopped coming to us. On one occasion when we went to meet a dying uncle of my mum’s, many people warned us of consequences for meeting people who were already left out. When in Bangalore, there was a mass exodus of these “Chinkis” who fled home as the government found something with them. I was scared, as I had Northeastern blood. People forced them to do disrespectful things, and it was painful. Some of them were my own blood.

When Modi Ji’s government came, the hatred was still there.

“How can your government not see us? How can you all not do anything for us to make us feel loved and wanted?” My brothers would ask me. I had nothing to say; I was still small then.

But some wise men of the valley still did not lose hope—not all. They sent their children to study here, traveling and crossing many mountains, sometimes traveling for three days on foot, as written in the book. In short, they showed they trusted India.

But then came the change with change in government.

it was Modi Ji’s wisdom and the entire team that they understood and decided to not give up on these people who have always been there, unseen, unheard, bearing the torment. A huge exodus of these people can be seen in CMCH Vellore (to meet some of the best available doctors of India, most importantly North Eastern travel so far since they are willing to take what it takes to be treated among good people and good they are surely), and I met a lot of them there.

How I can describe them is: light, bright, and quiet, upright in their hearts still.

A lot of tales and real stories surround me of them.

I continuously know of the developments in Assam and the other states through my cousins.

Why should everyone read this book?

It’s an accurate collection of details.

It is a strong and true effort to bring people together, not to showcase what they have done but to show people that a government has done so much, they will surely do more, so have faith, stick together.

It’s quite bound to the lives and thoughts and the current fervour.

People are once again hopeful.

Roads have been built, hospitals are coming up in Assam, drugs and women trafficking are still fighting hard, and as pointed out in one of the essays by the honorable CM of Assam, crime reporting has undoubtedly increased. Earlier, people felt the police were useless and reporting a crime was not a necessity; now, merely trusting the government, they go to report.

Their idea has changed; now they say, “At least, my report will be mentioned and can be seen anytime if anything bigger and wrong comes to me. People will then see how I was treated earlier, all from these earlier reports.”

If I sit to validate all points, I think the review can be 20 pages long.

In short,

Bring welfare to all and keep them with us, as is, they are offended to the core, things might seem different for all now but their sense of belonging needs to rise. Keep Arunachal with us. Most people of Arunachal Pradesh, just like Tibetans, don’t want to side with the Chinese, and that is why they are trying to side with India. If the government, being on the higher end, does not extend a helping hand to them, it is by far impossible for people on the lower end to rise up to touch the government.

Tuhin Sir and Aditya Pittie Sir have done a great job. I think the book should have another book where the tales are more detailed, like a more detailed version that must come out where they mention more about the happenings. Spread the book to all, even the Garo and Khasi tribes. When they read that they are being treated well, the mother might once again smile.

People must read this book, and it is a neutral statement.

The book shows a glimpse of lands that are hurt from years of neglect and brutality. People of this land want to live as normally as others and yet want to live as brightly as the sun. It is not a crime to want to live, as it seemed until a few years ago.

Like Aksai Chin should be ours for its strategic location and its history, so should the North East be with us; in fact, an undivided India alone can bear to become a power but by respecting and making space for all. All alone, divided, or by practicing favouritism or bringing welfare only to people of that state while suppressing others (not treating everyone as Indians), failure is what will come; people need to understand it, and repeating the period when looters, Mughals, and Britishers (implying colonization and does not indicate any such attempts from anyone: It is just a highlighting way to ensure we stay as one and not allow others to destroy us) were allowed would lead to the complete annihilation of this civilization, which in itself will be the worst kind of an event that will lead to cataclysmic catastrophes.

Mantra is-Stay together. Follow the leader who is honestly making an effort to keep people together.

All these places might have varying, even cross-border political influence, but all these places also have a far greater relevance to our culture and our existence. We need to preserve these people, as in them still lies dormant energy that is precious for the country and will yield when the time is right.

People need to work humbly on both ends to reach a place where all can flourish. Give way to the bright minds, give them a chance beyond drugs, flesh trade and smuggling as options to earn bread. Open up, they are Indians, its time we treat them that way.

This book is an effort towards that direction.

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