Nagaland Legislative Assembly: A fudging hyena hole

You must be aware by now that the Nagaland Legislative Assembly sat for approximately 15 minutes. Only.

Yes, 15 minutes.

When I think of the people sitting in the assembly, only God knows the depth of violence that wrestles to break free from the confines of my veins.

How many times do we have to claw at the walls for a catharsis to release this rage that we feel at the core of our souls?

How many more minutes do we have to add to our decades of suffering because of this group of yesterday's dinner masquerading as guardians of the people of Nagaland?

"Leaders"? Yes, those lying, spineless, cowering, lily-bellied, moneyed, pagan, bloated, steaming pile of drooling antiquities sitting smugly in the hallowed temple of people's welfare.

What with everything wrong with Nagaland and her people today—

• The corruption, the corrupt departments, the corrupt public services, the corrupt and incompetent public offices and imbecile administrations;

• The imbecile community leadership led by the spineless, lying, glory-hunting Naga Hoho and their spineless lily-bellied children such as the vision-less NSF, the biased NMA and the NPMHR and their horde;

• The institutional morass and functional decay in almost ever piece of law, justice and public administration; the endless extortion masquerading as "tax"; the threats and lies; the blood of innocents still waiting upon justice to come; the spineless Nagaland judiciary and their bloated guardians;

• The mafia vegetable sellers and fuel dealers; criminals cartels masquerading as meat dealers, tertiary businesses and auto rickshaws; the deficient public services industry;

• The thousands of unpaid qualified teachers and the thousands of paid bogus teachers;

• The corrupt government officials—especially those in the education departments—still walking free;

• The endless length of shameful roads across Nagaland; the deficient power and water infrastructure, and the deplorable public amenities;

• The murky fund roll of the Nagaland government and the way it has been handling public funds

and etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera—

But these "leaders" found time to emerge from their holes for only 15 minutes to raise their hands to a salary hike and crawl back in?

I confess: As a human, the only words this very minute that are tearing at me, screaming to explode from my belly, are not polite, dulcet and politically correct statements—only vulgar names, obscene words and filthy language screaming at me for at least one opportunity.

I mean it.

You and I know that sometimes F-words are the only words that can calm your soul. F-words are the only words that can sometimes perfectly tell a million stories with one word. One F-word can sometimes describe a hundred grievance.

Obscenity and vulgarity claws at me. Especially for that Hindutva-worshipping, pagan and foreign, incompetent sitting in the chief minister's chair lording over my people and my land.

15 minutes?

In a diseased dystopia like Nagaland, has it ever struck your mind what a 15-minute government assembly session even means?

15 minutes is a terminology that means they don't give a flying fudge about you or your pain. Never forget that.

Was there not even one leader out of the 60 in the assembly who felt the pain of the people?

May God's grace always cover us from contemplating upon violence and war as the only means left to explaining our misery.

May we always raise our hands to courage, truth and justice, and to peace.

May He look upon us with favor for at least fighting back the growing monster within us — for still believing in goodwill, noble leadership, wisdom and peace and Christian values.

(Al Ngullie)