@aboyobbhuyan The eradication of ZG'S mural and during anti CAA protests in 2019, the public didn't come out in the streets for fun.
Assam does need investment to bloom, but it doesn't have to come at a cost of hurting public sentiment. No amount of investment can uplift dissatisfied mass (2)
@aboyobbhuyan Absolutely, it will be a big loss. But youths don't intend to be on the streets for fun. You can't gather a crowd of thousands in a random evening for fun. Some issues are sensitive for the public and govt must act accordingly (1)
Post rain Guwahati is my favourite form of content.
One rain it takes to realise that food in someone's plate is not a true agenda for sure.
Urban flood is a serious issue over the world,but consistency to not work or update the people for it in Assam is unique. #GuwahatiFloods
@aboyobbhuyan@himantabiswa Assam was never biased about what's in a person's plate. Many indigenous tribes of Assam consume beef and other things, does it make them less Assamese? Do those muslims who laid their life during অসম আন্দোলন were less Assamese?
Post Malone got me teary-eyed
I’ve listened to Post Malone since his country-music days, but never obsessed. I went to see the people who came to watch him.
Because this is probably the biggest international performance in India after Ed Sheeran. And for Guwahati, it means something deeper.
It reminded me of three moments, a personal hattrick from my childhood:
1. Scorpions came to Shillong when I was in Class 6.
I was too young, too broke, too far.
North East kids like us loved rock but lived in a world where watching our favourite musicians live was a fantasy. Guitar solos were things we listened to in secret.
2. This is the same field where I scored a winning penalty 15 years ago in a local tournament.
The same field where cops once caught me drinking.
Today it hosted Post Malone, and an entire generation danced like insurgency was never a chapter in their story.
3. The bomb blast era.
Growing up in Guwahati meant living with fear. The biggest event during our school days was the National Games that changed the history of the state. Yet, extremists were threatening to blow it up.
We performed bhangra at the opening ceremony with anxiety in our throats. My tailor delivered my costume late because a grenade exploded near his shop in Ganeshguri and it was all normal for us - the occasional grenande.
That was our childhood.
Our music, our dreams, our harmless teenage rebellion… always under suspicion.
Today?
Tens of thousands of young boys and girls walked into a field without fear.
They screamed “Let’s rock and roll!” with Post Malone. They held hands and walked in confidence.
No threats. No blasts. No anxiety.
Just music. Just freedom.
And honestly? I’m happy for them.
Because they get the youth we never had.
The fun we never felt.
The safety we never tasted.
Post Malone said,
“Chase your dreams no matter what the f* they tell you.”**
Growing up here, that line hit different.
Guwahati has changed.
We survived the fear,
so they could live the freedom.
The man who walked upon so that our generation can dream, dare, do and fly, flew far away from us. But Zubeen is all about the melodies and tales, and melodies and tales never die.
We're Gen-Z, Generation Zubeen.
REST EASY LEGEND! ❤️
#BelovedZubeen
তোমাৰেই পাৰিজাত তোমাতেই সামৰি...
A very few souls walk this Earth for whom thousands of hearts beat in unison.
No tribute, no words, no gesture can ever truly capture the love people held for him, and the boundless love he gave in return.
#BelovedZubeen will not just be remembered - he will be felt, forever
From Mayabini, Yaa Ali to Tears in Heaven: A tribute to Zubeen Garg
It was 2002. My father brought home a Philips CD player, a big upgrade from the cassette players of Guwahati. Back then, CDs were a luxury and something to take pride in. A relative handed me a pirated disc with 100 MP3 songs of Zubeen Garg, all in Assamese.
That day, two things happened: I discovered the joy of listening to endless songs at one go, and I discovered a voice that even a primary school kid could understand.
That voice was Zubeen Garg.
My journey with Zubeen can be summed up in three eras: Mayabini, Yaa Ali and Tears in Heaven.
Mayabini (2001) was my first. Its acoustic riff, its western yet homely vibe — it made me sing an Assamese song not as a school chorus, but as my own. It gave Assamese music energy, relatability, and vibe.
Then came the rebellious Zubeen. While our parents' generation—scarred by agitation and insurgency—chose conformity, Zubeen refused to fit in.
Songs like Pam ne moi ghurai had a complex blues vibe that spoke to a rock ’n’ roll generation. Songs like Ul guthibo jane invited criticism — he was accused of “diluting” culture. But Zubeen was exactly what post-agitation Assam didn’t know it needed: nonconformity, chaos, inconsistency and rebellion. He was me and he was you.
He was the Prodidhoni hunu moi of our generation, even if he never sang that particular song.
And then came Yaa Ali.
In those days, Bollywood was the ultimate stamp of success. When Zubeen broke through, it wasn’t just a song; it was a personal victory for every Assamese soul. I still remember a Durga Puja at Ulubari — traffic stopped, crowds screaming Yaa Ali. An Arabic-influenced track at a Hindu festival. That was Zubeen.
His Bollywood journey later became tougher, and he returned. As a '90s kid, I stopped following some of his newer work — but that didn’t mean his relevance faded. Gen Z picked him up, and he kept evolving. For me, he is always tradition: every year, Day 1 at Kharghuli Bihu, watching him perform with my friends.
Sorry — I forgot he’s dead. Writing this feels unreal.
The irony is cruel: a day before his death, Zubeen was found singing Tears in Heaven, Clapton’s song for his son. Soon after, he left for heaven himself, leaving us all teary.
Zubeen’s body is gone, but his music won’t go. Not because it’s cliché, but because it’s the truth. His songs make sense to the rickshawwala in Guwahati and to the Mercedes-driven Corporate Assamese diaspora in Europe.
Zubeen Garg will stay. Period!
First Ashwin then Rohit and now Kohli.
They don't deserve to just go like that. They deserve to be applauded at by a fully packed stadium.
The grass on the field will grow because the GOATS retired.
#ViratKohli𓃵 #TestCricket
The conflict caused a lot to both the parties.
But atleast our weapons were tested and it proved how effective they are.
I really hope this time the Govt. markets them well.We've been known for the delays,atleast not now.
America rules the world coz of their weapons.#ceasefire
I hope this person
I have been living in Guwahati for 4 years and using Rapido and Uber for 2 years, but something like this has never happened before.
I hope this man is caught soon and gets punished so that he never repeats the same mistake again. @gpsinghips@himantabiswa
This is just a reminder that people hold the ultimate power. It's eventually us. You, me, we are powerful. None is bigger than the people. Long live democracy.
Decolonisation means decolonisation
Just because Islam predates the European colonisation of India does not mean that they get a free pass. This also means that all temples must be reclaimed from Islam and restored.
After Greece became independent from the Ottoman Empire, we also restored holy sites from mosques.
RESTORE ALL YOUR TEMPLES!
Jai Shree Ram! RAM MANDIR RISES!
Though the mandir is restored, Ram Rajya is still a dream.... conflict of thoughts must be respected rather than dominating it. I hope that Ram Rajya turns into reality one day... JAI SHREE RAM❤️
#RamMandirPranPrathistha#JaiShreeRam
If you ever go to Hampi, Mathura, Vrindavan every majestic monument will have tremendous history and an end of 'They came and destroyed '. These are the words of every guide. This will be the only monument where we can say that we finally revived it. #RamMandirPranPrathistha
Faith for religion Faith for the religion is very sentimental for people and to them this is nothing less than a Dharmic Independence. You may support it or oppose it but this event is too big to be ignored.
#RamMandirPranPrathistha