Hii every body!.I am Archana Satpathy.I am 18 years old.I am from the eastern state of Orissa in India.I came across `Chowk` only recently and was plesantly surprised by the kind of scope it provides for free interaction among pople from either side of the border.Its a great place to start out for budding writters as well as veterans.Long live Chowk.email me at archana_satpathy2003@yahoo.com
Random Thoughts: Where do I come from, I don’t know. The blood that runs through my veins, the instincts that drive me, the religious fervor that‘s within me, the lineage whose outcome I am, the language that my dreams speak, where do these trace back to? I don’t know. I belong to the land of Orissa.I know that my parents, my grand parents, their parents …they all belonged to Orissa.But is it prudent to believe that my ancestors too belonged to this land. They might have come here from some far away land in search of livelihood, or might have been swept from some place to this land because of military intrigues or social changes… Just since how long have I been following Brahminical codes of conduct?
I have no answers to these, and also to the hordes of other questions about my ancestry. It might not have been a glorious one or who knows it could have been as well. They could be gallant sons born to virtuous parents or faceless bastards’of unscrupulous men. It all seems esoteric. My ancestors, and about those I am talking of thousand of years ago, they could have been the first to walk these plains, being driven out of their homeland by invading Caucasian tribes. Or they might have been indigenous tribes of Africa who somehow branched out from their flock. Or may be they belonged to the ancient lands of Siam or Thailand who might have been shipped in, or may be they found out a land route to the Indian mainland from there. There could be many probabilities, some which history can justify yet many which is beyond its realm.
I am not an historian by any measures. But tickle with my inner self a little, and what one finds are chronicles of Oriya history firmly ensconced within. I believe we are an indigenous lot. If not then why do I experience an upheaval in emotions much beyond any human comprehension the moment I enter into Puri dham-the home of my beloved Prabhu Jagannath, who thyself is the epitome of Oriya people, of their aspirations and integrity.

May be I mix spirituality with patriotism. But at least for me, they do not stand very different. Who am I? I am an Udradeshi, a Kalinga basi, I am an Oriya.


Favorite Reading: A Brief History Of time,War and Peace,Freedom At Midnight ,The Bhagwat Gita,My experiments with truth
Favorite Writers: Leo Tolstoy,D.Brown...

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