Zubeen Garg Biography

Early Life & Family Background

Zubeen Garg was born as Zubeen Borthakur on 18 November 1972, in Tura, Meghalaya (India), into an Assamese Brahmin family with cultural leanings.
His father, Mohini Mohon Borthakur, was a magistrate and a lyricist/poet. His mother, Ily Borthakur, was a singer.
The family’s ancestral roots are in Tamulichiga (Jhanji), Jorhat, Assam.
Zubeen’s childhood involved moving around due to his father’s transfers, growing up in a milieu combining administration and arts.
His birth name “Zubeen” was chosen in homage to the maestro Zubin Mehta.
He adopted the surname “Garg” instead of “Borthakur”.
He had a sister Jonkie Borthakur, a singer/actress, who tragically died in 2002, and another sister Palme Borthakur, an academic.
Education-wise, he attended Tamulpur Higher Secondary School and later B. Borooah College, but eventually left college to focus on music.

Musical Training & Beginnings

Zubeen’s musical foundation was laid at home under his mother, then he studied tabla under Pandit Robin Banerjee for 11 years.
He also learned Assamese folk music from Guru Romoni Rai.
In 1992, he won a gold medal at a youth festival for Western solo performance, which inspired him to pursue a professional career in music.

Entry into Professional Music & Assamese Breakthrough

Zubeen’s first album 'Anamika' (1992) marked his professional debut.
He released songs like “Tumi Junu Pariba Hun” and “Tumi Junaki Hubakh” in the album 'Ritu' (1993).
His blend of folk, pop, rock and classical influences began to establish him in Assamese music.

Multilingual Career & Bollywood Entry

Zubeen has sung in more than 30–40 languages and dialects including Assamese, Bengali, Hindi, and others.
He is a multi-instrumentalist playing tabla, harmonium, guitar, mandolin, dotara, drums, among others.
He moved to Mumbai in the mid-1990s to work in Bollywood; his major break came with 'Ya Ali' from the film Gangster (2006).

Acting, Direction, Production

Zubeen ventured into acting and filmmaking. For instance, the Assamese film 'Mission China' (2017) – he directed, produced, and acted in it.
He also scored music, wrote lyrics, and contributed significantly to Assamese cinema.

Social Work, Identity & Cultural Impact

Zubeen used his platform in Assam and beyond to influence cultural identity.
He became a cultural icon bridging folk and modern music in Assam and bringing regional music to a wider audience.

Major Achievements & Recognition

He recorded over 30,000+ songs in numerous languages.
National/international recognition came from Bollywood with 'Ya Ali' (2006).
He has multiple state-level and regional awards, including a National Film Award for Non-Feature Film Music Direction in 2009.

Personal Life

Zubeen married Garima Saikia Garg (fashion designer) on 4 February 2002.
He has a son (Gautam Garg) and lived between Mumbai and Assam.
His musical studio 'Sound & Silence' is in Andheri East, Mumbai.

Controversies & Challenges

Zubeen faced controversies, including public backlash for remarks in 2019.
He faced personal and professional challenges, but remained influential in music.

Passing & Legacy

Zubeen Garg passed away on 19 September 2025, in Singapore at age 52.
His death led to widespread grief across Assam and India.
He left a legacy of regional music reaching national and international audiences, and inspired younger artists.

Selected Discography & Film-Work

- Debut album: 'Anamika' (1992) in Assamese.
- Bollywood break: 'Ya Ali' from 'Gangster' (2006).
- Assamese film: 'Mission China' (2017) – directed/produced by him.
- Recorded songs in more than 40 languages/dialects.

Impact & Cultural Significance

Zubeen illustrates the merging of regional identity with broader frameworks.
He exemplifies the polyglot artist thriving in multiple languages.
His music bridges folk and modern idioms, forming cultural memory and identity.

Zubeen Garg’s Iconic Quotes

1. On Identity and Freedom

“I have no caste, no religion. I don't believe in God. I am free. I am Kanchenjunga.”
A bold declaration of his secular and independent worldview. IMDb

2. On Music and Language

“Music has no language barriers. It speaks directly to the heart.”
Emphasizing the universal power of music to transcend linguistic divides. IMDb

3. On Ability and Attitude

“Ability is what you're capable of doing! Motivation determines what you do! Attitude determines how well you do it!!”
A motivational insight into the importance of mindset and perseverance. India Today NE

4. On Artistic Struggles

“Struggles shape the artist inside you.”
Acknowledging the role of challenges in artistic development. greetquote.in

5. On Dreams and Imagination

“Dream big, because music starts with imagination.”
Encouraging expansive thinking as the foundation of creativity. greetquote.in

6. On Life’s Challenges

“Embrace today's challenges, for they are the stepping stones to tomorrow's success. Let go of doubt and believe in the boundless potential.”
A call to face adversity with optimism and confidence. India Today NE

7. On His Final Wish

“When I die, lay me in the Brahmaputra and let Mayabini play.”
A poignant expression of his deep connection to his roots and his beloved song. The Times of India

8. On Artistic Environment

“Even my dog can sing in rhythm.”
A humorous remark highlighting the musical atmosphere of his upbringing. North Guwahati. com

9. On Bollywood

“Zubeen Garg refused to work in Mumbai because of Bollywood's 'attitude', told them to come to Assam if they wanted him: 'I don't like the chaos'.”
Reflecting his preference for authenticity over the industry's glamour. India Today NE

Zubeen Garg's musical journey spanned over three decades, during which he recorded more than 40,000 songs in over 40 languages, including Assamese, Hindi, Bengali, and various regional dialects. His prolific output made him a cultural icon, particularly in Northeast India.

🎶 Selected Discography of Zubeen Garg

🎧 Assamese Albums

Anamika (1992) – His debut album, marking the beginning of his illustrious career.
Ritu (1993) – Featured popular tracks like "Tumi Junu Pariba Hun" and "Tumi Junaki Hubakh."
Jantra (2005) – An album reflecting his versatility and depth in Assamese music. Wikipedia
Mission China (2017) – Also served as the soundtrack for the film of the same name, which he directed and produced.
Kanchanjangha (2019) – A feature film soundtrack album released under Times Music. Wikipedia

🎤 Hindi Albums

Zindagi (2007) – A studio album featuring tracks like "Jia Re Jia Re." Wikipedia
Pakeeza (2013) – A romantic Hindi album released by Times Music. Wikipedia
Gaane Ki Aane (2015) – A soundtrack album released digitally by Times Music. Wikipedia

🎬 Selected Film Songs

Ya Ali from Gangster (2006) – A major hit that brought him national recognition.
Mantra (Om) from Strings - Bound By Faith (2006) – His Bollywood debut. Wikipedia
Tu Kahaan Hai from TVF Tripling (2019) – A soulful track from the popular web series. Wikipedia

📺 Assamese Television Songs

Anuradha (2011) – A title track for the Assamese TV show.
Meghranjani (2012) – A song for the TV serial of the same name.
Hridoyor Gaan (2022) – A recent addition to his television repertoire. Wikipedia

🎬 Zubeen Garg – Complete Filmography
🎥 Assamese Films
Hiya Diya Niya (2000) – Music Composer
Daag (2001) – Music Composer
Mon Jaai (2008) – Actor, Music Composer
Dinabandhu (2004) – Actor, Music Composer
Juman-Suman (2003) – Music Composer
Prem Aru Prem (2002) – Music Composer
Kanyadaan (2002) – Music Composer
Jonaki Mon (2002) – Music Composer
Jibon Nodir Duti Par (2002) – Music Composer
Agnishakshi (2003) – Music Composer
Priya Milan (2003) – Music Composer
Bidhata (2003) – Music Composer
Rong (2004) – Actor, Music Composer
Barud (2004) – Actor, Music Composer
Adhinayak (2006) – Actor, Music Composer
Aami Asomiya (2006) – Actor, Music Composer
Mission China (2017) – Actor, Director, Producer, Writer, Music Composer
Kanchanjangha (2019) – Actor, Director, Producer, Writer, Music Composer
Ratnakar (2019) – Music Composer
Pratighaat (2019) – Music Composer
O Bandhu Amar (2019) – Music Composer
Gaane Ki Aane (2016) – Actor, Music Composer
The Underworld (2018) – Actor, Music Composer
Roi Roi Binale (2025) – Actor, Writer, Music Composer Wikipedia

🎞️ Hindi Films

Dil Toh Deewana Hai (2016) – Actor, Music Composer
Krrish 3 (2013) – Actor
OMG – Oh My God! (2012) – Actor
Mission Istaanbul (2008) – Actor
Big Brother (2007) – Actor
Meeruthiya Gangsters (2015) – Actor
Chinar (2015) – Actor
Bombay To Bangkok (2008) – Actor
Deshdrohi (2006) – Actor
Hastey Hastey (2008) – Actor
Hello (2008) – Actor
Naqaab (2007) – Actor
Nehlle Pe Dehlla (2007) – Actor
Raqeeb (2007) – Actor
The Train (2007) – Actor
Victoria No. 203 (2007) – Actor
Good Boy Bad Boy (2007) – Actor
Jhoom Barabar Jhoom (2007) – Actor
Kya Love Story Hai (2007) – Actor
Manorama Six Feet Under (2007) – Actor
My Friend Ganesha (2007) – Actor
Namastey London (2007) – Actor
Naqaab (2007) – Actor
Nehlle Pe Dehlla (2007) – Actor
Raqeeb (2007) – Actor
The Train (2007) – Actor
Victoria No. 203 (2007) – Actor

His final film, Roi Roi Binale, is set to release on October 31, 2025, marking a poignant moment for fans and the Assamese film industry. The Times of India

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“Rani’s Ramp Walk- Cow's fashion show story by Jitu Das Short stories

Rani's Catwalk

Gobindapur, a quiet little village just outside Pathsala, glinted in dawn's sable hushed light. Softly rising over the fields of Bajali, the sun spilled gold over Gobindapur at Pathsala, only for the last day before Bohag Bihu, specifically Goru Bihu; fresh banana leaves and turmerics are already stirring in the cool, damp comfort of earth after dawn in the air. The whole village hummed with activity.

In a modest cowshed hidden behind his own house, Rupam Kalita, an untiring farmer of 45 years, was brushing his cow, Rani, with slow, even strokes. Basically, she is not an ordinary cow. Rani has been the witness of all his fights against nature — floods, drought, poor crop yields, and inadequate harvests; of his delights and quiet heartbreaks. Her milk had fed his kids; she had grounded him in ways words never could.

However, a unique thing was happening this year.

For the first time, the village organized a cow fashion show, inspired by a nearby Bajali show and even featured in the local papers. Every cow will be washed with the traditional black gram paste, dressed up with garlands and bells, and brought down a bamboo ramp. No prizes — just to pay homage to the cows' silent and enduring role in village life.

Rupam only laughed when he heard it—for he really found it hard to believe. "Garu a rampot jabo niki! Anekua ki sunisu." (Really? What have I heard !) he said, shaking his head as he mixed the feed.

But Mina, his wife, only smiled at him while tying a knot in her hair, casting a warm look at Rani. "Protibosor lau bengnare,natun paghare joriyate dhonyobaad janau. Eibar Ranik sakolore agat dekhuai ahok" (By rituals, every year we have expressed our thanks to them.

No rebuttal made Rupam deep down not certain. He simply wasn't someone who liked attention-the worst being at the Naamghar. What if something were to go wrong? What if people laughed?

That was the night when he rubbed a bit of turmeric over Rani's skin, paused for a little while when memories came in flood, the heartbreaking memories of floods, of tilling ruined lands, of walking beside Rani-all with a soaked body but not giving up. He recollected how his father would say quietly with pride:

"Manuhor gourav sonot nohoi - matit thake, aru jijor jibo taar logot iman bosor khate". ("A man's pride is not in any wealth- rather it is in the earth-and with the creature, which toils with him, through the passing of years").

It was like a festival on the next day, at Gobindapur. The air was filled with the sound of dhol and pepa. Children raced around barefoot, women flowing in mekhela sadors streaked colors, and the Naamghar courtyard dazzled through banana leaves and flowers. At the center stood a modest bamboo ramp, glowing in the morning sun.

Now she was all set. She almost looked majestic — a clean gamosa draped on her back, around her neck repeated wreaths of marigold and small red sindoor dots on her horns, applied so lovingly by Mina.

As they summoned her to the stage, Rupam gulped. His palms were sweating, but he whispered through gritted teeth, "Ja Rani... aguai ja. Aji toi mor gourav." ("Come on, girl…show us. Today, you are my pride.")

And Rani - she did not falter. She walked down the ramp like she knew it was hers and only hers. Steady, untroubled, and graceful.

Then there was applause. Someone was clapping above the dhol. A girl nearer the front turned to her friend: "Seya saw, kenekoi ja! Ekebare Rani'r dore." ("Look at that one! She walks like a queen!") It was loud and clear.

Rupam heard it, and a lump rose in his throat. He had never been after recognition. But that day someone had seen the quiet majesty that Rupam had always seen within Rani.

This evening, after the Husori had ended and the air smelled of jaggery and firewood inside the house, Rupam sat by Rani with the ramp behind them, stars shining above. He fed her puffed rice mixed with jaggery, her favorite, and stroked her lightly.

"Dhonyobaad, Rani. Aji noi moi gorbita." (Thank you, Rani. You made me feel proud today.)

It was not really about the competition; it was about exposure - not just Rani but everything she represented; love, beauty, loyalty, resilience, and the silent companionship that a farmer and his cow could ever understand.

That day, it was not the fame or riches on display.

Instead, it had glowed softly on a bamboo ramp, on a farmer, his cow, and a bond built in silence through many seasons of toil and trust.

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Assamese Soulfood: Memory, Medicine, and the Rituals That Raised Us

Assamese Culture Through Food and Ritual | Ancestral Wisdom and Identity

Assamese Soulfood: Memory, Medicine, and the Rituals That Raised Us

🥣 Food That Holds Memory, Not Just Flavor

Take Khar, for instance. You won’t find it in most cookbooks. It’s not pretty or complicated. But it’s ours. It smells like Sunday mornings and tastes like childhood.

I once asked my grandmother why she made it so often. She said quietly,
“Khar khua tu petor karone bhaal. Eitu hol prokritiye diya upahar. Aamar biswax anujai, khare pet safa kore, gasor samasya komai, aru xorir uporat ek dhoronor poriskar prabhav thake.”
(Good for the body. A gift from nature. According to our people’s beliefs, Khar cleans the stomach, helps reduce gastric problems, and has a cleansing effect on the body.)

No branding. No trend. Just something that came from the land and stayed in our blood.

🕯️ Bihu: When the Land and Heart Dance Together

Come Bihu, and Assam bursts into color, music, and the scent of fresh pithas. But Bihu isn’t just celebration—it’s prayer, harvest, memory, and movement.

“My elders used to say, dancing Bihu isn’t just for joy—it’s a way to align our bodies with the earth’s rhythm, to ask the land for a good harvest, and to shake off old sorrow.”

And when the meji is lit during Magh Bihu, the flames don’t just warm the winter air. They burn away the old, the tired, the unspoken, and invite renewal.

🗣️ The Hidden Wisdom in Assamese Words

Some Assamese words don’t quite translate. They carry entire histories in a syllable.

“When someone says ‘iman xohoj nohoi,’ they’re not just saying ‘it’s difficult’—they’re saying life takes patience, resilience, and surrender.”

We speak in poetry without realizing it.

🍲 Kitchen as Temple: Grandma’s Medicine and Meals

I still remember the sound of the bonti slicing ginger in my grandmother’s kitchen. The way she would add a pinch of black pepper, not for taste, but for healing.

One winter morning, I watched her make paro mangkho (pigeon curry), her hands working from memory.

“Paro mangkho jodi khao, sardi laga bhal hoy.”
(If you eat pigeon meat in winter, it’s good for colds and fever.)

Food wasn’t just sustenance. It was care. It was tradition whispered through spices.

🌿 The Rooted Soul

Culture isn’t something we visit in museums. It’s in how our grandmothers stir the pot. In the songs that carry our grief. In the words we speak without thinking yet feel in our bones.

Assamese culture lives in moments we almost forget to notice—like the way Khar settles your stomach, or how Bihu reminds your body to move with joy. These are not just traditions. They are survival stories passed down as lullabies, recipes, and dances.

If this piece stirred something in you—maybe a forgotten memory or the urge to call home—then let that feeling lead you back. Back to the roots. Back to the rhythm. Back to yourself.

Written by Jitu Das | Explore more cultural stories at www.jitudas.com

Why Writing Is the Most Powerful Tool for Self-Discovery and Healing

Why Writing Is the Most Powerful Tool for Self-Discovery | Jitu Das
Explore how writing can become your most powerful tool for healing, self-awareness, and transformation. Learn why the act of writing is a sacred path back to your truest self.

“You don’t find yourself by chasing validation or scrolling through someone else’s life.
You find yourself by listening—really listening—to your own voice. And writing? That’s how you hear it.”

I Didn’t Plan to Be a Writer. I Just Needed to Breathe.

I never set out to become a writer. Honestly, I just had too many thoughts—and nowhere safe to put them. Talking didn’t help. Thinking made it worse.
But a blank page? That felt like home.

Over the years, I’ve learned something beautiful and a little haunting: writing isn’t just a creative outlet—it’s a mirror. It shows you what you’ve been hiding. It holds up the truth, even when you’re not ready to see it. And sometimes, it hands you clarity so sharp it slices through all the noise.

✍️ Writing Is Free Therapy (With No Appointment Required)

You don’t need a degree or a perfect pen. Just a little honesty. Yes, writing is free and it's priceless when it comes to give you a great feeling.

Journaling saved me—on the days when I couldn’t explain what I was feeling, when nothing else made sense.
It gave me space to rage. To unravel. To remember.
And over time, it helped me see the loops I was stuck in—the same stories I kept retelling myself, again and again.

That awareness? That was the beginning of healing.

Tip for deeper journaling: Write when you’re exhausted. Write when you’re emotional. That’s when the truth leaks out—raw and real.

💬 Writing Unlocks What Words Can’t Always Say

Have you ever tried explaining your feelings and ended up sounding… awkward?
Yeah, me too.

But when I write, the words spill. No filter. No stutter.
I’ve cried over letters to my younger self—not because they were pretty, but because they were honest.
That’s the gift of writing: it lets you grieve without being interrupted. It lets you forgive, reflect, and celebrate, all without needing applause.

🌀 Real Writing Is Messy—and That’s What Makes It Magical

Forget grammar. Forget outlines.
Some of the most transformative things I’ve ever written were total chaos. But they were real. And that’s what mattered.

It doesn’t need to be a blog post. It can be:

A note in your phone at 3 AM
A love letter you never send
A rant on the back of a bill
Or a journal entry that starts with “I don’t even know what I’m feeling…”

Pro tip: Don’t aim to impress. Just aim to express.

🔑 Ready to Explore Yourself Through Writing? Start Here:

Use these writing prompts to go deeper:

Write a letter to your future self. Be bold, be kind, be brutally honest.
Describe the hardest moment of your life—without using the word “hard.”
Write about your happiest memory. Then ask: what does this say about your values?
Try “Morning Pages” for 7 days: 3 pages, free-flow, no editing. Just let it out.

💡 Why This Matters (Even If You’re Not a Writer)

You don’t need to be an author or a poet. You just need to be willing to express your heart out.

Because the truth is, your story—the messy, unfiltered, real one—is the most important story you’ll ever tell.
Not to the world.
To yourself. To express the hidden thoughts that keeps you thinking.

And maybe your writing won’t go viral.
Maybe no one will read it.
But if it brings you back to yourself—even just a little—that’s a win.

So go ahead.
Now Grab a pen. Or your phone. Or that half-empty notebook that you already have on ypur desk.
Because your soul has something to say.

Assam Sahitya Sabha 2025 Pathsala

Bohag Bihu was calling, short story by Jitu Das short stories

It was one of those April evenings in Bangalore where the sky threatens rain but holds back — like it's got secrets. The heat clung to her like an old shirt that doesn’t fit anymore, and the air was soaked in exhaust fumes and the distant honk of autos doing their daily dance of impatience. Not exactly the kind of evening that invites soft emotions or rose-tinted memories. But there she was — Jinti — sitting on the edge of her rented PG bed near Koramangala, watching the fan wobble overhead and feeling something shift quietly, achingly inside.

She had just shut her laptop after another twelve-hour day at the IT company — the kind where Slack pings feel like mosquito bites and even the strongest ginger chai from the third-floor vending machine doesn't quite cut it. Another sprint review. Another “quick sync.” She had smiled through back-to-back meetings while some anonymous lo-fi track played in her headphones, more for survival than ambiance. But now the silence had weight. And then… that one song.

“Kinu sawonire sala mok oi…”

It came in soft and sudden, like a memory sneaking up behind you — someone’s speaker in the next PG room, slightly tinny through the wall. Maybe another Assamese girl, maybe someone stumbled onto a Bihu playlist while chasing some nostalgia they didn’t know they had.

But that voice, that tune — it cracked her open.

And just like that, she wasn’t in Bangalore anymore.

She was barefoot on the dry playground of Bajali Higher Secondary School, ten years old, chasing her cousins through clouds of dust as the sun dipped low. The mekhela sador her aai had draped that morning was slipping off one shoulder, but she didn’t care. Her legs ached from dancing, her hands sticky from mitha doi scooped hastily outside the Milk Parlour, and her heart — oh, her heart — was so full it could burst. Entirely, foolishly, shamelessly happy.

She saw the old stage, too — the one with the uneven planks and that one mic that always died mid-performance. And she could still hear the cheers the year Zubeen Garg came to perform. She must’ve been in high school then, wearing lipstick for the first time, gripping her best friend’s hand like they were about to take off. The way they screamed during “Maya Matho Maya,” convinced that if Zubeen saw them in the crowd.

That same best friend, the one she used to eat momos with at Kasasti, after tuition classes, laughing till their stomachs hurt — she’s married now. Expecting a baby, actually. Her best friend had called last week, asking her to come home this Bohag Bihu.

Her mind wandered further, back to the soft mornings spent in Bamunkuchi, her maternal uncle’s village. That place smelled like firewood and river silt, and she remembered how the mornings of Bihu began there — with hot, sweetened tea in steel glasses and her cousin running barefoot with a gamusa slung over his shoulder, yelling something about rehearsals.

And the chai from Mayur Hotel, how could she forget that? That tiny, crowded place near the bus stand in Pathsala where she and her college gang would sit forever, talking about everything and nothing. The glasses were always slightly chipped, but the chai had that perfect bitterness, cut through with too much sugar.

She had missed Magh Bihu this year — again. That cursed product releases her boss had declared “critical.” So, she'd stayed. Told herself it was fine. Told herself she'd go next time. And here it was next time. April was already halfway in, and still she hadn’t decided. Or rather, she had — she just hadn’t admitted it to herself.

Yesterday, her mother had called.

“Eibar bihu’t aahibi ne majoni. Tok logi bahu man puri ase.”

(Come home this Bihu, okay? I am missing you so much.)

She had mumbled something vague. Something about meetings. About how flights were expensive. But the guilt had hung over her since — thick and itchy like an unwashed shawl.

And now… now, she was done hesitating.

She reached for her phone and opened her work calendar. Nothing unmovable. Just noise disguised as urgency. A few meetings she could shuffle. The rest would survive without her. She pulled up the leave request form and typed:

April 12th to 18th.

Then, a message to her manager — quick, honest, no frills:

Hi Ankit Sir,
I’d like to take some time off for Bihu — it’s our New Year back home in Assam. I couldn’t make it for Magh Bihu this year due to the release, but this one’s important. Hope that’s okay.
Thanks,
Jinti

Her thumb hovered for a second. Then — send.

There. It was done.

And with that, something shifted inside her. The pressure that had been coiled tight in her chest eased, and the heaviness has lifted just now. She leaned back, cracked her knuckles, let out a long breath, and for the first time in days, smiled.

Tomorrow, she’d call her cousin, the one who used to dance like the stage was hers and everyone was appreciating, and she'd tell her to save her a spot on the field. She was feeling good that she would attend Mukoli Bihu, spending quality time with her parents and cousins. She would visit her mama’s home, enjoy delicious piths, wear her traditional Bihu dress, and take photos with her family and friends to capture those joyful moments. She could already feel the dust under her feet, hear her cousin’s laughter echoing across the field. The pithas would be too sweet, the gamusa would itch a little, and she wouldn’t care one bit.

Because this time, she was going home.

Work could wait. The tech world could buffer a while.

Bohag Bihu was calling. And she was finally listening.

Drinking Chai on a Rainy Day in Assam – Why It’s More Than Just a Cup of Tea

Experience the soul of Assam through the ritual of drinking chai on a rainy day. More than just a beverage, it’s a tradition soaked in love, nostalgia, and cultural roots.

It starts with the smell.

The sharp, earthy scent of fresh rain on cracked soil—like the land itself just sighed with relief. And right then, someone in the house casually drops the most magical question in any of our Assamese home:

“Cha khaba?” চাহ খাবা?

(Want some tea?)

You don’t say no. You never say no. If you say then you might be regretting , ha ha !

Chai in Assam Isn’t Just a Drink. It’s a Ritual. It's starts with the morning, early morning cup of tea refreshes us like nothing else. Coffee is fine in the evening but not for the morning. A cup of tea is the middle of day is also a ritual for many.

In the rest of the world, maybe tea is just a beverage. A pick-me-up. A casual sip.

But here? It’s a moment. It's gossip with your mother in the kitchen. It’s your grandfather explaining world politics over the newspaper. It’s sitting under the tin roof, listening to the rain trying to break through, while the kitchen fills with the sweet-spicy aroma of brewing cha. It's a time off from work related pressure. It's a sweet moment with the people we have a vibe with.

My jethi maa used to make her tea with a pinch of grated ginger and a secret amount of cardamom. The milk? Straight from the morning’s delivery, still warm in the pail. If it’s raining heavily, she might even throw in a clove—“for the throat,” she says, though I think it’s more for the soul.

The Rain Changes Everything

There’s something about rainy days in Assam that slows life down in the best way.

The memories of rain in our childhood still a fresh in my mind. It feels like different time back then.

"Children splash barefoot in muddy courtyards, their laughter rising above the sound of the downpour. The radio crackles in the background, probably playing Bhupen Hazarika or a random film song from the 80s. Power cuts? Of course. But who cares? We light candles, settle in, and sip our cha like it’s holy water."

The windows fog up. The steel cups warm your palms. Conversations stretch longer, voices lower, eyes a little softer.

Why We Keep Coming Back to Chai

Because it’s warm when the world is cold.

Because it reminds you of who you are.

Because even when things fall apart—and trust me, in Assam, the roads, the politics, and sometimes the ceilings do—cha stays constant.

It's how we cope, how we connect, and how we carry on for the next day.

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The 10 Most Mind-Blowing Philosophical Concepts That Will Change How You Think

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Introduction

Ever had a moment where your entire understanding of reality flipped upside down? Philosophy isn’t just an ancient study—it’s the key to unlocking deeper truths about life, existence, and human nature.

Here are 10 philosophical concepts that will challenge your worldview and help you think like history’s greatest minds.

1. The Ship of Theseus – Are You Still ‘You’ Over Time?

Imagine you own a ship. Over the years, you replace every plank one by one until none of the original wood remains. Is it still the same ship?

💡 This thought experiment challenges the nature of identity—if every cell in your body regenerates over time, are you still the same person you were 10 years ago?

Why it matters:

It affects personal growth, self-identity, and even AI consciousness.

It relates to plastic surgery, genetic modification, and cloning ethics.

2. The Simulation Hypothesis – Are We Living in a Computer Game?

What if everything around you—your friends, your job, the sky—was just part of a massive simulation?

Tech billionaire Elon Musk and philosopher Nick Bostrom suggest that future civilizations could create hyper-realistic simulations of past human experiences. If so, how do we know we’re not already in one?

🕹️ Mind-blowing thought: If we’re in a simulation, does free will even exist?

3. The Butterfly Effect – How Small Actions Change Everything

A butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil… and a hurricane form in India. This concept suggests that tiny, seemingly unrelated actions can have massive consequences.

🔮 Real-world examples:

A kind word can change someone’s entire future.

One missed bus can lead to meeting your soulmate.

4. Solipsism – Are You the Only Conscious Being?

What if the entire world exists only inside your mind?

This radical idea, called solipsism, suggests that you can never truly prove that other people are conscious. You might just be imagining everything… even this blog post. 😵

5. The Grandfather Paradox – Can You Time Travel Without Breaking Reality?

If you went back in time and prevented your grandfather from meeting your grandmother… would you still exist?

This paradox is a favorite among time-travel theorists, and it challenges the possibility of alternate timelines.

6. The Infinite Monkey Theorem – Randomness and Probability

If a monkey randomly typed on a keyboard forever, would it eventually type Shakespeare’s Hamlet?

This thought experiment shows that with infinite time, anything is possible—even the seemingly impossible.

7. The Observer Effect – Your Thoughts Can Change Reality

In quantum physics, the Observer Effect suggests that the act of watching something changes its behavior.

💡 This means that your attention and thoughts might actually shape reality in ways we don’t yet understand.

8. The Hedonic Treadmill – Why Happiness Never Lasts

Ever notice how a new car, a raise, or even winning the lottery makes you happy for a while, but then you go back to your normal mood?

This is the Hedonic Treadmill—humans always return to a baseline level of happiness, no matter what happens.

How to break free?

Practice gratitude and mindfulness.

Seek experiences over material things.

9. Schrödinger’s Cat – The Mind-Bending Quantum Paradox

Imagine you put a cat in a box with a poison capsule that may or may not release. Until you check, the cat is both dead and alive at the same time.

This famous paradox highlights the strangeness of quantum mechanics—things can exist in multiple states until observed.

10. Nietzsche’s Eternal Recurrence – Would You Relive Your Life Forever?

If you had to live this exact life over and over, forever, would you be happy with your choices?

This idea from Friedrich Nietzsche forces us to rethink every decision we make, pushing us to live with purpose and meaning.

Final Thoughts

Philosophy isn’t just for scholars—it’s a roadmap to deeper thinking. Whether it’s the Simulation Hypothesis or Schrödinger’s Cat, these mind-blowing concepts reshape the way we see the world.

💬 Which of these concepts fascinated you the most? Let’s discuss in the comments!

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Assamese Identity in a Globalized World – Are We Losing Ourselves?

Log into any app today and you'll see it—one global language, one global aesthetic, one global dream. But in this homogenized world, where does Assam stand? And more importantly—who are we becoming?

The Beautiful Complexity of Being Assamese

Assamese identity isn’t one thing. It’s a mosaic. A blend of Ahoms, Bodos, Misings, tea tribes, Muslims, and more. It’s in the axomiya jati, in the food, the languages, the lullabies, and the xoru-bor of everyday life.

But with every passing year, more young Assamese people speak less Assamese. Cultural practices are skipped for convenience. Folk wisdom is replaced by viral content.

Are we evolving—or erasing?

The Power of Knowing Who You Are

Globalization isn’t the enemy. It opens doors. But when you walk through a new door, you don’t have to forget where you came from. In fact, your roots make your voice unique in a sea of sameness.

Whether it’s an Assamese startup founder in Bangalore, or a student in London sharing pitha recipes on TikTok—your roots are your strength.

So, What Can We Do?

Speak your language at home.

Celebrate your festivals with pride.

Learn the stories behind your customs.

Support local artists, authors, and artisans.

Culture isn’t a museum artifact. It’s a living, breathing thing. And it lives only if we live it.

Let’s be global citizens, citizen of the universe,yes—but let’s be Assamese souls too.

Bihu Beyond the Dance: The Deeper Meaning Behind the Festival

We know the beat. We’ve felt it in our bones. That first roll of the dhol in spring is like a heartbeat—pulling us back to something primal, something joyful. But Bihu is more than dance. It’s more than feasts. It’s a philosophy.

The Spirit of Rongali Bihu

At first glance, Rongali Bihu is a celebration of spring—new crops, new beginnings, blooming love. But beneath the festivity lies a beautiful truth: Bihu is about renewal. It’s about reconnecting—with nature, with people, with ourselves.

The tradition of seeking blessings from elders (manuh boron), the washing of cattle (goru bihu), and even the flirtatious Bihugeets—they all point to a deeper message: life is a cycle, and every cycle deserves respect, joy, and gratitude.

Not Just a Rural Festival

Even in cities, when a Bihu function lights up a stage, something shifts. Strangers smile. Elders tear up. Youngsters wear mekhela sador with pride. It’s a rare moment of collective identity, of cultural warmth that transcends trends.

Preserving the Soul of Bihu

As modernity sweeps in, we’re dancing faster, louder, and flashier. That’s okay—evolution is natural. But let’s not forget the essence. Bihu is not just a performance. It’s a feeling. Let’s keep the ritual alive, the respect alive, the heart alive.

Next time you hear the dhol, pause. Close your eyes. Feel the land, the rhythm, the ancestors smiling through the air.

The Forgotten Folk Tales of Assam – A Journey Through Time

There was a time when the night in an Assamese village wasn’t silent. It echoed with the crackling of firewood, the giggles of children, and the hypnotic voice of a grandmother recounting stories that danced between myth and memory.

These weren’t tales you’d find in books. They lived in the mouths of elders, in the chants of Ojapalis, in the rhythm of Dihanaams. They were full of magic, animals that talked, spirits that guarded forests, and wise fools who outsmarted kings.

Tales That Shaped Us

Remember Tejimola? The girl who bloomed into a flower after being wronged. Or Champavati, whose bravery is still sung in the hills. These were more than stories. They were reflections of our fears, hopes, and values—told and retold till they became part of who we are.

But something happened. Somewhere between smartphones and satellite TV, we stopped listening. And the stories? They grew quiet.

Why They Still Matter

Our folk tales teach empathy. They tell us to respect nature, to listen before we judge, to believe in the impossible. They are rooted in our soil, yet echo universal truths. Losing them means losing a part of ourselves.

Can We Bring Them Back?

Yes. But not just through academic collections or museum displays. We need to feel them again. Tell them to our kids before bedtime. Animate them. Podcast them. Let them live in new mediums, but carry the same old soul.

Let’s open the treasure chest buried under dust. There’s gold in there—woven with love, fear, laughter, and wisdom.

Overthinking Is Killing Your Joy – Here’s How to Stop

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Stuck in your head? Overthinking can destroy peace and creativity. Here’s why it happens and 7 gentle ways to let go.

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You replay the conversation. You imagine what could go wrong. You analyze every small decision. And still—there’s no peace.

Overthinking is like a slow poison—it seems productive, but it drains your spirit.

But there’s a way out. A quieter, lighter way of being.

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1. Realize: Overthinking Is a Form of Fear

At its root, overthinking is fear—fear of regret, judgment, or the unknown. Once you name the fear, you start to disarm it.

2. Action Ends Anxiety

Thinking feeds the problem. Doing shifts the energy. Take one small step instead of analyzing the whole staircase.

3. You’re Not Your Thoughts

Your brain generates thoughts like clouds. Let them pass. You don’t have to attach to every one of them.

4. Set Time Limits for Decisions

Give yourself 10 minutes, not 10 hours. Most of the time, your first instinct is enough.

5. Practice “Present-Moment Anchoring”

Touch something real. Feel your breath. Listen to a sound around you. The now is always more peaceful than the imagined future.

6. Write It Out, Then Let It Go

Dump your thoughts onto paper. Don’t judge them. Burn the page if you need to. Ritual helps release.

7. Silence Is Not Empty—It’s Freedom

Turn off the phone. Sit. Breathe. Let your thoughts float instead of fight them. This stillness is your healing.

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You weren’t born to worry your way through life.

Let your thoughts come like guests, not masters.

Joy lives in the present—not the loops in your head.

“Which of these helped you most? Share your thoughts or your own tip in the comments below.”

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