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journey back to Mokokchung |
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an Indian doctor's opinion of the Nagas |
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After he had gone and as if to prove his thesis, in sauntered the young Bengali doctor in a loud check sports coat and a flashy tie. He lamented the loss of a private practice and the lack of society. 'Work in the hills,' he said 'is a kind of punishment for us. We are made to serve two years. Then we go away and if we can help it we never return.' 'The Nagas', he said 'are really very simple. Something is not at all funny, but they laugh. They are not very interesting. At night I sit alone and read my books.' |
