The North-East BlogKnow what leading academics, writers, poets, musicians, activists and journalists from the region have to say to develop an informed perspective on matters related to this part of India.
It is true that northeast India has in the past few decades opened up, and is being opened in turn as it were, and one of the more obvious pointers to this fact is the interest and attention that academia from various parts of the country have begun to show. Other than this have been the numerous 'special packages' formulated by the Government of India for the region besides being granted a "special category" status wherein the NE states receive 90 per cent of Plan assistance as grant, and just 10 per cent as loan, against the norm of 30 per cent grant and 70 per cent loan for other states. One view therefore of the region is that it is the Centre's pampered child favoured with a disproportionate amount of money which is ultimately misused. But the truth remains that historically, the region has indeed suffered from...Read more...
More about Margaret Zama
Margaret Chalthantluangi Zama, married with 5 children and residing at Chawlhhmun, Aizawl, Mizoram. She is Professor of English at Mizoram University, Aizawl. Her area of research interest is cultural studies, critical theory, tribal literature and new writings.
She is a pioneer in opening up services for the disability sector in Mizoram and is founder member of the Spastics Society of Mizoram, first started as Society for Rehabilitation of Spastic Children in 1989, and continues to be involved in the capacity of Advisor
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