Archive for April, 2007
by Livio Kujur
April 22nd, 2007
Posted by: J. Ekka
Posted on: 2007-04-22
It pains my heart I see, hear about the present status of our own mother tongue. People living in towns, cities fail to acknowledge the importance of monther tongue. It is a great gifts to us from our ancesters who were illiterate yet they knew it’s great value. We [...]
by Livio Kujur
April 10th, 2007
Posted by: Bijan
Posted on: 2007-04-10
I think inter tribal marriages should be encouraged since our beliefs ,custom and rituals r more or less same leaving aside few languages hiccups.whoever believes in sarna irrespective of the tribal group,i think their religion revolves around the same nature god .in order to bring about the integrity and the [...]
by Livio Kujur
April 10th, 2007
Posted by: Fr. Hippoletus Toppo
Posted on: 2007-04-10
Dear Friends
It is with great joy and pride I announce to you all that Anjali Tirkey will be receiving International Journalism Award 2007, in June 2007, in Quebec, Canada. We offer her our sincere and heartiest congratulations. Anjali We are proud of you. Kudos and hats off to [...]
by Livio Kujur
April 10th, 2007
Posted by: Anjali Tirkey
Posted on: 2007-04-10
World Convention of Young Journalists
The 20th UCIP World Congress
Bangkok, Thailand
12th of October, 2004
Media challenges for young journalists in a diverse and multi cultural and multi religious society like India.
By Anjali Tirkey
Freelance Writer India
anjalitirkey@rediffmail.com
My dear young and younger friends,
Jai Jesu (Praise the Lord)
Naamaste
Good Morning
Johar Gomke
And Sawadee ka dear Thailand.
12th of October, [...]
by Livio Kujur
April 10th, 2007
Posted by: Anjali Tirkey
Posted on: 2007-04-10
Date: September 14th
Time: Around 9:00 pm
Location: Chungajaan MV
Background: A sweeping victory in a football match
Mood: Of jubilation
Role Players:
1. A group of about 40 young jubilant Adivasis constituting of the players and their supporters
2. Men of 9th Assam Police Battalion manning Chungajaan MV Border Outpost, Golaghat
The night was still young [...]