The Great Assamese Bash

Recently I went for an Assamese do. Right here in Bangalore. It was a great feeling - meeting so many people who spoke the same language as I in this second home of mine, 3000-odd kilometers away from my homeland. Such events have other fringe benefits too - catching up with old friends, reviving old associations, while at the same time putting out old animosities... Also good to see friends stoned, while I stayed stone cold sober...seems more fun observing drunken behavior than indulging in it...

However, it was the end which led me to rekindle another of my pet theories (though I was not present to witness it in all its nuisancical glory). It is a branching off, a modification, so to speak, of the Aryan theory, mine is more specific ... we Assamese are directly related to the Gauls of Europe. Proof? Well, every time we meet up and there's a gathering, it always ends in a brawl... and it doesn't always start off with a song, or a fish...