@vinayaravind In any case such arguments are a moot point cause we all know that the best version of all types of food on the subcontinent can be found in NYC
Dear National & International media,
This is Manipur right now at 10 PM IST (Friday, 17th April today). Is Manipur even a part of India? Why are you silent on Manipur? Wake up! No Justice, No Rest.
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It's been a while since I posted my work, so here are some pictures from a lovely wedding I shot in Chennai in February. If you're looking for a low-key, mainly documentary-style solo photographer to shoot your wedding, drop me a line. And do RT to spread the word!
If 90 LAKH VOTERS can be REMOVED in a single state under the S.I.R. process and still be justified as “part of the system,” what credibility does a “valid election” even have left?
How can we call it free, fair, and democratic?
I've taught European history for 30 years. Americans have always asked me how the Holocaust was possible, how Germans could have enabled a madman reveling in mass murder to carry out his plans. Now we can see in real time how this is enabled; now we have front-row seats.
There is a mythology the U.S. built around the American War in Vietnam. It goes like this:
Young idealistic soldiers were sent into an unwinnable situation by confused politicians.
They came home broken and unappreciated.
It was a tragedy. A mistake. A lesson learned.
Notice what that story does.
It centers Americans.
Their trauma. Their confusion. Their homecoming. Their feelings.
In this story, the Vietnamese people are a backdrop.
A jungle. An obstacle. An abstraction.
Three million dead Vietnamese people are the scenery for a story about American self-discovery.
They made hundreds of movies about Vietnam.
The Deer Hunter. Apocalypse Now. Platoon. Full Metal Jacket. Born on the Fourth of July. Hamburger Hill.
Count how many of them center a Vietnamese character with a full human life, a family, a name you remember after the credits roll.
They turned our genocide into their coming-of-age story.
They lost the war and still managed to make themselves the main character.
And then, with extraordinary arrogance, they put their soldiers' names on a wall in Washington and call it a memorial, as if the dead to be mourned were the people who flew 10,000 miles to do the killing.
Where is the wall for our three million?
There isn't one.
Because in their telling, we were never quite real enough to mourn.