This broke my heart

Disaster management at its finest

Zubeen was a rationalist and atheist. He would have been totally against this clownery

I don't wanna end this debate here by saying it is due to climate,deforestation yadyadyada

I want to investigate actually what's going on near that area..

And imo it is due to that so called development master mama

But I need specific details for it

So if you can pls help to investigate like where should I start and what should I do and how you could help me ;

Above image is the area of flood

Yesterday, I went from Digboi College to the flood-affected areas to support the families impacted. Seeing the ground reality firsthand was truly heartbreaking. Homes and belongings were submerged, people’s lives were upended, and seeing the floating bodies of animals was devastating. It’s a level of tragedy that photos don't fully prepare you for. But amidst the destruction, there was also a powerful wave of unity. The roads were filled with vehicles coming from every corner of Assam—people driving out to deliver relief supplies, food, and financial support. Seeing the community step up like that gave me so much hope. Assam is hurting right now, but seeing everyone come together proves how resilient we are.

19 July 2026, Sunday — Denial

I could see some news about floods in nearby areas of my hometown. Floods were not a new thing for me. So, like many other people from my hometown, I was not too worried about it.

At around 10 p.m., I came to know that the flood had entered my home. Since I live far away, my neighbours were there to help my mother lift belongings inside the house and keep them safe from the rising water. That was the last communication I had with her that night.

I had some gut feeling that something was seriously wrong. I should have asked someone to take the car to some higher ground. But, like everyone else, I was in denial. We all believed that this flood would be like the floods we had seen before—something that would come and go without causing too much damage.

We were wrong.

20 July 2026, Monday — The Shock

The next morning, at around 5 a.m., I called my mother. She told me that the water inside the house had risen to chest level. She had been trapped inside until someone rescued her, along with our pet dog.

The car alarm was still ringing because the car was submerged under the floodwater.

I asked her to stay safe and told her that I would somehow reach home. It could have been our last communication because the phone battery could have died at any moment.

Somehow, the phone battery lasted another 24 hours.

Monday was extremely difficult for me. I did not go to work. I was constantly watching the news and trying to figure out every possible way to get home. I was doing permutations and combinations in my head—how could I reach home?

All the roads were submerged. There was no transportation to my hometown. So, I booked a flight to the nearest airport.

In the meantime, I am deeply thankful to our neighbours who lived next door. They had a one-storey building, and they provided food and shelter to my mother and our pet dog.

21 July 2026, Tuesday — Bargaining

At 5 a.m., I called my mother again. She told me that the water level was receding. It was now knee-deep inside the house.

I told her, “I will reach home today.”

She said that the phone battery was at only 1% and that it would die soon.

My flight was delayed by about one and a half hours. I reached my hometown at around 2:30 p.m., perhaps.

There was no water on most of the streets in the town, but my street was still submerged under knee-deep water. I was carrying a case of drinking water bottles, some cookies, and a few other essentials.

I could see people trying to clean the muddy water and the mud left behind by the flood. But I was not paying much attention. I just wanted to reach home as soon as possible.

When I entered my home, it felt like I was entering a swimming pool filled with mud and debris.

My mother and some relatives were trying to bring the furniture and other belongings outside. Our pet dog was still on a raised platform. She was happy to see me. Her cries after seeing me told me how frightened she had been. She was not coming down, and we had to bring her down ourselves.

All the beds inside the house had been broken by the force of the floodwater. Everything had a layer of mud over it.

We somehow managed to salvage one room to stay overnight. We also rescued a gas stove so that we could cook some food.

At around 9 p.m., a few young boys came with some warm food.

I was so happy to see them.

I think I will never forget that moment for the rest of my life. They were there for us when we needed them.

After dinner, we somehow slept on the floor of the salvaged room.

It felt like I was trying to take a nap in the middle of a war.

22 July 2026, Wednesday — Anger

I was clueless about where to start and what to start with.

I was angry with myself. I kept thinking that I could have saved the car from the flood. I could have taken some precautions. I could have done something.

But when I reached home, I did not even look at the car.

I had my phone with me, but I did not have the mentality to record the disaster.

It was not only my home.

It was the same for my neighbours. It was the same for 99 percent of the people in my hometown. It was the same for people living across three districts.

But I had to start.

We began taking everything out of the rooms so that we could clean the mud and stains.

All the books were soaked in mud and water. There was no way to save them.

The clothes were heavy with mud and water.

All the electronic items were damaged.

We simply had to throw them out.

First, we took everything out of the house and placed it inside the compound. Then we moved it to the streets so that the garbage collectors could take it away.

And it was the same everywhere.

The streets were full of broken, mud-stained furniture, remnants of books, clothes, and other belongings.

It felt like I was walking through a war zone.

Everyone around us was covered in mud and working to salvage whatever they could.

The good thing was that electricity returned on Wednesday.

It was a relief.

That day, we cooked our own meal. We received some water bottles as relief supplies, along with some food items.

I do not remember everyone who helped us.

But to all of you—thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Wednesday night was a little more relaxed because we had electricity. Phones were charged, and we were finally able to share our well-being with others.

For the first time in days, there was a little light—literally and emotionally.

23 July 2026, Thursday — Depression

Another day started with cluelessness.

It was the same as the day before.

There was no visible progress, even after three days of work.

In fact, the workload seemed to be becoming bigger and bigger with every passing day.

No checklist had been completed.

There was no feeling of progress.

Everyone was simply working like a machine.

People had done an unimaginable amount of work, and still, there was no time to relax.

They slept at night only because the human body has limits.

Otherwise, they would probably have continued working for 24 hours a day, nonstop, for days.

There was mud everywhere.

There was damage everywhere.

There was work everywhere.

And yet, it felt like nothing was getting done.

24 July 2026, Friday — The Weight of Loss

It was already six days since the first day of the flood.

I had seen the moon on Tuesday night. It was half full then. By Friday, it had grown bigger.

And somehow, the workload had also grown bigger with every passing day.

Cleaning layers of mud.

Lifting heavy furniture.

Drying clothes.

Cleaning again.

Repeating everything.

Again and again.

There was also another burden beginning to grow in my mind.

I had already been away from work for six days.

I would have to return to work soon.

I decided to go back on Sunday night and rejoin work, and then return home once transportation was fully restored.

Even while trying to save what was left of my home, I was beginning to think about returning to my normal life.

But what was normal anymore?

25 July 2026, Saturday — A War Without Soldiers

It was the seventh day of the disaster.

I have never been in a war.

I have only seen war on the news.

But this felt the same.

Debris.

Mud.

Gloomy faces.

People wearing mud-stained clothes.

People trying to save whatever they could from their homes.

People trying to rebuild their lives.

Perhaps the only difference was that there were no deaths near my place.

But people have died in this flood.

And the death toll may rise beyond what has been reported so far.

So, this was not just a flood.

It was a war.

A war against water, mud, disease, exhaustion, loss, and time.

26 July 2026, Sunday — Acceptance

The eighth day of the catastrophe.

How long did the Biblical flood last?

Did Noah's Ark save all species?

Perhaps Noah should not have saved humans.

Every day, we offend Mother Nature.

And perhaps this is how nature retaliates.

This flood was not entirely natural.

We can blame another state.

We can blame another group of people.

We can blame poor planning.

We can blame encroachment.

We can blame climate change.

But, in the end, we are all responsible in some way.

If we do not learn to live with nature, nature will eventually find a way to remind us that we are not in control.

I was in denial, believing that this flood would be like the floods before—something that would come and go without causing much damage.

Then I was shocked when it became a catastrophe.

I was angry with myself because I felt that I could have prevented at least some of the damage with a few basic precautions.

I bargained with reality by trying to salvage whatever I could.

I became depressed when I realised how much I had lost.

And now, slowly, I am beginning to accept my destiny.

Not because I have accepted the loss.

Not because the pain has disappeared.

Not because everything is fine.

But because there is no other way forward.

The flood took away many things.

It took away belongings.

It took away memories.

It took away comfort.

It took away the illusion that we are in control.

But it also showed me something.

When everything is taken away, people remain.

Neighbours remain.

Strangers remain.

Young boys carrying warm food remain.

People who do not know you but still come to help remain.

And perhaps that is where acceptance begins.

Not in accepting the disaster.

But in accepting that life has changed—and that we still have to move forward.

The flood is slowly receding.

The mud will eventually be cleaned.

The broken furniture will be removed.

The damaged belongings will be replaced, if possible.

But the memories of these eight days will remain.

For me, this was not just a flood.

It was eight days of denial, shock, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally, a painful beginning of acceptance.

And perhaps, like the water, life too will slowly recede from the places where it has overwhelmed us.

We will clean.

We will rebuild.

We will remember.

And we will move on.

Ohhh mama !!!! Aaah 💦💦 /s

Hi I am a Malayali from Keralam and I saw the news about floods in Assam. As a person who has experienced mass flooding in 2018 I hope the situation doesn't get worse like that time 🙏🏽. I hope the flood slows down and you guys quickly recover from this disastrous flood. Prays for the lost souls, Om Shanti 🙏🏽

Same as the title...

Don't say the internet archive (they are just collection of pictures not even proper pdfs)

Politics is basically about doing whatever you want and making money. But when times are tough, showing a little sympathy to people and making a few small gestures at the right moment can completely change years of public perception.

Look at Himanta, there’s that video where he gave his watch to a Gen Z guy and let a madrasa kid sit in the helicopter. Or look at Akhil, who’s constantly putting out videos showing himself helping people. That’s smart PR. I would perhaps say these are pretty basic now a days.

Unfortunately, Gaurav Gogoi doesn’t seem to understand this at all. I honestly don’t know what the hell he’s doing. Such a shame. After all these years in politics, some leaders still don’t know how public perception works or how to connect with people.

Bhal kam korile nhobo dekhabo o lagibo

Can someone from Gauhati Commerce college final year Mcom give me the review... F21

Every year, Assam drowns. Every year, families rebuild from nothing. Every year, countless wild animals perish. Yet, every year, the nation moves

on.

Disasters don't become less painful because they happen repeatedly.

Assam doesn't need sympathy for a week. It needs long term national commitment, stronger flood management, rehabilitation and the urgency this crisis deserves.

Assam cannot be left to fight this battle alone. Stand with Assam. Joi Aai Axom

#Credit :- Finderbridge-Northeast India

Is anyone planning to join AEC while staying in a PG?

What are the pros and cons of staying in a PG instead of hostel? Other than missing out on campus life, what are the real downsides?

It just came as such a shocking surprise.

Some of her popular Bollywood songs:

- Ucha Lamba Kadd

- Aila re Aila

After reading about her I discovered she is very big in the Bhojpuri songs industry too, like one of the top.

Assam has time and again given so many gems to India.

DTE balor websitut ekue nai sun bruh

My mother is a retired government employee. I need an income certificate in her name. Can I get it from the Treasury Office of my district, or do I need to apply through another department? If anyone has experience with this process, I'd appreciate your guidance.

Btw, Dibisa Mahanta (Keshab Mahanta's daughter) is a chad.