Koi Manzil Door Nahin

Holding a few dreams in my fist and a pocket full of Hope, the heart desires only... TO DO SOMETHING, TO DO SOMETHING. I do not shine like the sun but light like a lamp... I do not shine like the sun but light like a lamp...   From lighting up my own boundaries... for how long you can stop me! For how long you can stop me! I am not that tree, whose had the best of soil and water! I am not that tree, whose had the best of soil and water! I was raised by barren soil and had snatched away life from the death. I am the words written on stone. I am the words written on stone... for how long will you try to break me with glasses!? My name is not erasable! (Mitne wala main naam nahi)... for how long you will be able to stop me?! Stop me! Crimes and cruelties in the world do not exceed my limits to tolerate. Crimes and cruelties in the world do not exceed my limits to tolerate... In the midst of the noises from taunting I still have the habit to stand by the truth. I am deeper than...

  “It's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years” The above quoted line perfectly aligns the life of parag da (Parag Kumar Das) who only with a lifespan of 35 years became a voice against the odds in the state,  a helmsman of Journalism in Assam. His campaign to restore Human Rights is credible of its own kind. The torchbearer of Manab Adhikar Sangram Samiti (MASS) , his battle was one to safeguard the rights of the indigenous people such that they can exercise their own rights. Being the editor of ‘Budhbaar’ and ‘Aagan' he waged a long war against all the glitch disguised as anti - insurgency acts towards our assamese people by the centre. He was critical of the ULFA too and stood staunchly against the outfit. His unprecedented voice was tried many a times to be dabbed underneath the extremities but he rose out strong everytime. Finally he had to succumb to death when some unknown assailants slayed him on broad daylight on 17th May, 1996 Thou...