For Little Buds School Teachers, United Colony Dimapur, Ward 20Liva and JabezAt Little Buds, where young hearts bloom and grow,Our teachers light the path with love each day;They plant the seeds of wisdom as we
N Kampong Konyak Aboiyang Ward, Aboi TownThe revised FNTA Bill was passed during the 9th Session of the 14th Nagaland Legislative Assembly on 3 September 2026. The Bill envisages granting autonomy to the s
Dr John Mohan RazuHome sapiens though studded with rationality and common sense, in unpredictable ways act and behave ofttimes in such erratic and irrational ways. The claims we make are stupendous when compare
R Tsapikiu SangtamFormer President, Eastern Nagaland Peoples Organisation (ENPO)The formation of the Frontier Nagaland Territorial Authority (FNTA) marks a historic and defining milestone in the long journey of
Shibdas GhoseDimapurObserving Teachers Day is significant because it honours the hard work, dedication, and vital role that educators play in shaping students and building society. In India, Teachers Day marks
Joel RodriguesIt was 1881. Colonel Robert Woodthorpe working with the Survey of India was in London on leave. He had just returned from participating in several survey operations, military expeditions, and puni
C Aochen, SR Assumi, A Seyie, AW Yanthan, H Verma, H KalitaICAR, Nagaland Centre, MedziphemaRice, a staple food for approx. 3.5 billion people across the world, is emerging as much more than a source of carbohy
Jyotish Barman and Homeswar KalitaAs pressure on land and water resources continues to increase and the cost of agricultural inputs rises, farmers are looking for ways to produce more from limited resources. In
Kopele TepaFounder, Bumblebee Society, KohimaHaving worked in inclusive education, as a special educator for over a decade, I have often found myself thinking about what it really takes to create an inclusive s
The Quiet Journey That Shapes a NationH Akato SemaIkishe Village, ChümoukedimaEvery year, on September 5, India pauses to celebrate Teachers' Day in honour of Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, an eminent philosoph
Dr Wungtei BuchemAssociate Professor, Trinity Theological College, Thahekhu, DimapurGrace, in whatever form it is given, is not an excuse to escape; it is a foundation. Many people confuse grace with letting on
The Life and Influence of Sir Niketu IraluChingmak ChangECS, TuensangAn era has ended—not merely because a distinguished elder has passed, but because a rare moral presence has fallen silent. Niketu Iralu liv
Mughalu T KinimiThere was a time—not very long ago—when visiting a neighbour required very little planning. You simply walked over. Perhaps you found someone sitting on the verandah. Perhaps a few people ha
Jo Angami KohimaIf a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Asks a familiar thought experiment. Acoustics and Philosophy have differing answers. There is no consensus
Removing Holocaust victim Anne Franks The Diary of a Young Girl and Pakistani activist Malala Yousafzais I Am Malala is mindlessness at its bestMonalisa ChangkijaPer media reports, two books were dropped from t
Limhachan Kikon Duncan Bosti, DimapurPerched at a certain vantage point in Zubza, Kerünyü Ki—the House of Listening—looked towards Kohima from a distance, but it did not feel like a retreat from the
Kevile DolieKruoliezou, KohimaThe first time I had personally met Apfütsa Niketu Iralu was at a Red Cross Program in Kohima on May 8, 2024. The theme of that day was about Keeping Humanity alive.Niketu Iralu s
Mithilesh Kumar SinhaRetired Professor, Nagaland University, LumamiIn the first quarter of the fiscal year 2026-27, the estimated Real GDP, or GDP at Constant Prices, stands at Rs 81.36 lakh crore, compared to
Dr R K BeheraPrincipal, MGM CollegeIn a world where people are often eager to prove themselves, seek recognition and stand above others, the Bible gives us a very different message: humble yourselves before the
Aiesha D'limaChendang Anou Chipen!I hear this almost every time I walk through the village. Sometimes it comes from a group of children running towards me, sometimes from somewhere behind me, and sometimes from