It is a rather old story.
Few generations back, our affluent ancestral home was attacked by unknown immigrants.
They robbed our home, set fire to the barn, looted what they could, tried to misbehave with the womenfolk and ran away into the night.
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Few generations back, our affluent ancestral home was attacked by unknown immigrants.
They robbed our home, set fire to the barn, looted what they could, tried to misbehave with the womenfolk and ran away into the night.
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My ancestors fortified their home, made better provisions for security, kept 24 hour guards. A few years later, again one night an attack happened. This time the guards were killed, the cattle stolen, large part of the house burnt down. My ancestors survived but barely so.
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The village came to offer succour, even some financial help to rebuild. But there was no finding the attackers. They just vanished into the dark.
Life gradually began to come to a normal. Hardwork and effort brought the household back to normalcy.
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Life gradually began to come to a normal. Hardwork and effort brought the household back to normalcy.
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In the meantime, some new immigrants settled into the village. They had a haughty demeanour, eyed the womenfolk, took umbrage at every issue and were generally aggressive to the older inhabitants. They would often have fights with other villagers.
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Once they stole a calf and were caught. They made a fight of it and refused to give it back. A huge altercation followed with the entire village collected at the choupal. My uncle spotted one fellow who reminded him of the first attack at our home, but he was not sure enough 5/n
to accuse him. The village elders decided to keep the newcomers at an arms length. The older immigrants gave them a wide berth. A gradual social distancing followed. This made the newcomers more aggressive.
They would wait for opportunities to get into a scrap.
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They would wait for opportunities to get into a scrap.
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Their men folk were constantly looking for a fight. Women would not venture into area were they lived. Our village was torn down the middle.
Then one day, a youngster from the newbie group entered our home.
We caught him in our aangan, where he had no business to be.
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Then one day, a youngster from the newbie group entered our home.
We caught him in our aangan, where he had no business to be.
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What resulted was natural. He was thrashed soundly.
Thats when Print, The Wire & Shekhar Coupta jumped in, defended his right to enter our home.
We were accused of killing seculaism, whatever the hell it is!
Our village is called #Dasna. And we thumb our nose at the media.
Thats when Print, The Wire & Shekhar Coupta jumped in, defended his right to enter our home.
We were accused of killing seculaism, whatever the hell it is!
Our village is called #Dasna. And we thumb our nose at the media.
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