80 kg RDX, 250+ deaths and homegrown terror connections are not enough...

To grab space in any of the national dailies in India. “If this was somewhere else… this would have been quite a news,” says a commercial media worker like me. Yes, last Thursday’s serial blasts in Assam – one of those north-eastern states of India, which fails to stand in the fray of news in less than a week.

The fight against illegal Bangladeshi immigrants is on for the last 30 years in Assam. Now, it’s no more a fight. Politicians, researchers, NGOs have learnt to ‘cash-in’ around it, common people find paisa vasool human labour in them and Bihari leader Ram Vilas Paswan has a say in how Assam govt should behave with Bangladeshi immigrats – ‘must be handled with compassion,’ opines the Bihari leader and obeys the Assamese administration.

The cumulative figure of Bangladeshi arrivals since 1972—most who come never go back—is a whopping 12 lakh. An unofficial figure reports at least 24,000 Bangladeshis have been infiltrating to Assam every year. When Bihar was massively flooded this summer, we heard of International water sharing policies with neighbouring states. In the last 30 years, such policies remained research topics for Assam as well as north-east.

The ‘revolutionary political organisation’ ULFA that seeks to establish a sovereign Assam allegedly helped Bangadeshi militants to kill their ‘loved’ fellow assamese. For, they have already found their safety in their new homes in Bangladesh, Bhutan, Thailand or in Switzerland... they can see their 'dream country and its countrymen' being burnt in the hands of their counterparts. Our leaders can peacefully sleep not only because
Bihari leaders do the 'thinking' for them but also because we're taxed enough for their safety.

That's why don't wonder why it becomes a mass-nameless-death when we die, why no one cares when we die, why media don't find it sexy to cover our death stories. It's simple, we are a lost identity... our govt listens to Bihari leaders and our self-claimed ‘savious’ turn hostile; join hands with our killers.