‘Not first, not second…we are third class passengers in a bogey of the Train of life! The train cries out our deprivation…the sadness oozes out in sparks of fire…! The big packages in the train contain our tears…we pave our way with the steam of our tears! We have all our companions traveling with us…hoping to be delivered finally at the Destination!’ The humble singer cried out in anguish! The peoples’ singer who represented the poor, the downtrodden, the exploited, the tribals of the hills, the plains…inspiring everyone from the illiterate villager to the erudite urbanites. He sang their sadness, distress, frustrations, joys and ecstasies all his life. And truly, tearfully and gratefully…the millions are surging and surging…in an unending stream…to pay homage to their dearest artiste Bhupen Hazarika. Queues of people stretching more than five kilometers to get to the Judges Field in Guwahati, Assam and pay their last respects. Crowds pouring from ev...
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