Heard of branded shirt, jeans, shawl, bed sheet etc. We are crazy about getting cloths from Levis jeans, Lee T-shirts, Addidas shoes, Kashmiri shawl but have anyone heard of the “branded father” and have you owned any?
It seems like a puzzle but it is not something you need to break your head to solve the above question. I was in a chatting mood and have been talking about our first year in the respective colleges and places outside Manipur with my friends. Fortunately, all my friends in Delhi with whom I stayed for 7 years don’t have a “branded father”. So we all get along very well and there was no ego class and luxury show among us. In fact, we all are from different corner of the Manipur though we all are bound with a similar thread of struggling middle class family. We share everything about our parents sacrifice to send us here, financial problems, brothers, sister’s study and all that. Sometime we all laugh together saying that how come we have met here in Delhi though we belong to different place and not even known to each other in Manipur. Now we all are living separately in different places in Delhi & NCR but we stay connected all the time. We still thought we should catch up whenever we have time and we still feel that it is important to wish at the middle of the night with the surprise cake in each other’s birthday though we are too old now to do all these childish act. That’s the bond we have made in all those years of our stay in Delhi with lots of fight, crying and sobbing, especially ME.
I catch up with them last month and we are in mood to pick some people whom we met during college time. I was telling them do you remember their first question when they met us for the first time? Who is your father? What does he do in Manipur? I mean which department and what position? For me, it’s quite new that time to answer such question because what I know about my father is that he is a good father to me and not that whether he is known as a servant or a tycoon in the society. Irrespective of his job I’m always proud of my father and no stupid thought have ever crossed my mind that I wish my father is an AIS officer so that I can feel proud of or Oh shit! I’m feeling so ashamed because he is in such a lower position in his office??? But in some fractions of our society it’s a custom to look down others for the position of his/her father. I won’t generalize all, but we met such fractions here and there tattooing their branded father’s name on their forehead. They will never look into themselves what they are up to but obviously raise their eyebrows saying; Oh you know what my father is a director and my father do this and that. And we called their father as “branded father” like the brand Lee, Levis, Benetton of clothe lines. Once I had just replied to a college friend that how come you are so foolish while your father is so famous and so powerful while she started teasing a friend? I think from that day onwards we haven’t spoken till now. I don’t feel bad but I thought it would caution her from asking the same idiotic question to others and raising her eyebrows. Sadly we live in a society where money, power and fake reputation matters a lot.
We are kind of community where we feel proud of being paid for bribe and having capability to pay bribe. Such attitudes are buried under the skins & skulls of some fractions of people instead of feeling shame and irresponsible. They are responsible for spreading the caste system between the poor, middle and elite class people in Manipur while we are already suffered from the caste system of religion. Let’s take an example. Whose parents are not proud of saying that my son got through into sub inspector job, Commandos, and IRB by paying 10-20 lakhs? Such incapability of people in our society to judge human morality & value begun from people’s craze to own more money, power and one minute fame by paying bucks and using the wrong means. Of course, what all they are racing today is just to have a branded father or to become one in future. No one thinks in the moral ground. In fact, we study moral lessons only in schools without understanding them and we left that after we finish school. That’s the main problem with all of us. That’s the main reason why Manipuris are proud of a “Branded Father”. Thankfully, I didn’t spend my entire childhood in singing moral science in schools as I have escaped from capturing in a missionary schools and following their school of thoughts then furthering the same thoughts in the form of alumni.
This post is dedicated to my long lost friend who is regretted so much after finding out that I don’t own a “Branded Father”. I hope you will enjoy reading it sometime. But of course, I’m happy for you because you are born to a “Branded Father”. And I never miss you for the reason that I don’t owe a friend in you.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Finally the Section 377 struck my mind.
I was just sitting tired and sipping coffee so that I can at least clearly see the face of the professor teaching in the class. There is no energy left with me to listen and concentrate on something after a long self-digging session in office. It was my first day in family law class. After office I run to attend the class but there was no professor so just passing my time by reading some old sms. Most of my classmates are 40-50 years old. The next man sitting besides me was discussing about the guy/lesbians/bisexuals and section 377. I was trying to convince myself, no argument in the first class. I know it’s a bad habit for me.
But I couldn’t resist anymore. Few words from his big mouth ignite my much provoked mind. He was discussing for a protest against legalization of guy marriage or homosexual marriage and calling them as mentally ill as commented by baba Ramdev. My first question must have shocked him. Why did you marry a woman instead of a man? He answered me what can I marry then?? There starts the argument. We have only three ladies in the whole class as most of ladies opt for the afternoon and morning session. Yes, I’m among the minority in the class. The conversation was quite interesting and I had a nice time arguing with them and later on I was afraid of something. Oh! They must have thought that I’m also seeing a woman and henceforth I’m so much concerned about such issue. They must be thinking that I’m hurt with their words. Oops!! Let it be. Who cares?? That’s what I told myself.
The first gay marriage in Imphal was really a great step taken by them despite of the fact that their family opposed the marriage and separated later on. But why should we care only about how long a marriage last. Even for the marriage among the heterosexuals last less than 24 hrs these days. But the way they were separated was illegal. I don’t know how far Manipur is concerned about the law and its implementation as we are so much bound by norms society. Even after the decriminalization of same sex marriage by the constitution the poor gay couple was separated by filing a case by the parents of the bride. My question goes to the legally bound authority who has accepted the case registered against the married couple. Don’t they have any such updates that such marriages are no more illegal and why should they register a case against those who are willingly agreed to live together? It’s a violation of the sec 14 and 21 of the constitution itself.
We need to change our views on such change in the society. The problem of gay or homosexuals can not be solved by ostracizing them from the society. They existed just like us from the beginning of the human race. Everybody must have watched Mahabharat and it witnessed the existence of the homosexuals from that era. Why should we still have to ignore their existence as a human in our society?
If we keep on protesting against their survival then we are responsible for destroying our own society. I really feel pity for the gay (commonly known as homo in Manipur) having such a terrible life in home. Their emotions are played by some monsters to enjoy their hard earned money. Most of the theatre artist, make-up artist and local designers are run by the gay in Manipur. The Manipuri digital cinema world is survived because of the gay community taking an important role as a backstage artist. We never recognize their inputs in the society but enjoy their show just like they are puppets without a soul. It’s time to accept them to survive in their own without any obstruction from us. If we think deeply they are more responsible citizens of Manipur who are working hard to survive against all the odds and objections from the society instead of picking up gun in hand and involving in extortion & militancy.
Hope our brothers in home can learn some lessons from the gay community for a better and peaceful Manipur.
But I couldn’t resist anymore. Few words from his big mouth ignite my much provoked mind. He was discussing for a protest against legalization of guy marriage or homosexual marriage and calling them as mentally ill as commented by baba Ramdev. My first question must have shocked him. Why did you marry a woman instead of a man? He answered me what can I marry then?? There starts the argument. We have only three ladies in the whole class as most of ladies opt for the afternoon and morning session. Yes, I’m among the minority in the class. The conversation was quite interesting and I had a nice time arguing with them and later on I was afraid of something. Oh! They must have thought that I’m also seeing a woman and henceforth I’m so much concerned about such issue. They must be thinking that I’m hurt with their words. Oops!! Let it be. Who cares?? That’s what I told myself.
The first gay marriage in Imphal was really a great step taken by them despite of the fact that their family opposed the marriage and separated later on. But why should we care only about how long a marriage last. Even for the marriage among the heterosexuals last less than 24 hrs these days. But the way they were separated was illegal. I don’t know how far Manipur is concerned about the law and its implementation as we are so much bound by norms society. Even after the decriminalization of same sex marriage by the constitution the poor gay couple was separated by filing a case by the parents of the bride. My question goes to the legally bound authority who has accepted the case registered against the married couple. Don’t they have any such updates that such marriages are no more illegal and why should they register a case against those who are willingly agreed to live together? It’s a violation of the sec 14 and 21 of the constitution itself.
We need to change our views on such change in the society. The problem of gay or homosexuals can not be solved by ostracizing them from the society. They existed just like us from the beginning of the human race. Everybody must have watched Mahabharat and it witnessed the existence of the homosexuals from that era. Why should we still have to ignore their existence as a human in our society?
If we keep on protesting against their survival then we are responsible for destroying our own society. I really feel pity for the gay (commonly known as homo in Manipur) having such a terrible life in home. Their emotions are played by some monsters to enjoy their hard earned money. Most of the theatre artist, make-up artist and local designers are run by the gay in Manipur. The Manipuri digital cinema world is survived because of the gay community taking an important role as a backstage artist. We never recognize their inputs in the society but enjoy their show just like they are puppets without a soul. It’s time to accept them to survive in their own without any obstruction from us. If we think deeply they are more responsible citizens of Manipur who are working hard to survive against all the odds and objections from the society instead of picking up gun in hand and involving in extortion & militancy.
Hope our brothers in home can learn some lessons from the gay community for a better and peaceful Manipur.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Talk Non-sense!!
Eat money, eat bullet and talk non-sense!!!
This is the only sentence suited for the politicians in Manipur. E-pao news source wrote about Govt. buying of bullet proof BMW car with a side window glass having thickness of 22mm, to protect their precious life while the people are tortured to live beneath the gunpoint of Commandos and the militants. Why are they feeling so insecure from their own comrades? What about the rest of the civilians in the state? I hope not the govt. is going to ask the center for financing citizen’s bullet proof house for a safety life?
Never knew Manipur govt. is so rich to afford to buy BMW bullet proof car to protect the politicians when even the salaried govt. employees are under forceful fasting due to irregular pay in the state. The prices of food touch the highest peak in the sky and there is no source even for eating. We will come in a time where we have to kill each other and eat while our politicians and bureaucrats will talk nonsense and travel in safe in BMW car or Limousine Car from next budget, probably.
My brothers are hardly here from the last week of February but I’m thankful to myself that I have taken the wise decision to bring them here despite of all the odds I had to face. Even they are influence by the society they lived where only money talks, fashion talks, war talks occupied their mind. No one talks about the price hike of food, politicians’ corruption and govt. policy. Even my brothers don’t feel that they belong to middle class family and they have to work hard to overcome the hurdle in their way. Talks about phone, laptop, music system and branded clothes. Sometime I got irritated even after knowing the fact that they are still too young to understand. That’s the environment they used to live where even the kids grown up with the money talks only. They feel you are useless if you don’t have enough money to feed them.
Coming back to the point i.e. BMW of Politicians. Isn’t it the high time citizens or the NGO’s or organizations in Manipur asked the politicians from where the money to buy a BMW reached to them while the proposal to upgrade the 6th pay commission was flatly denied in the assembly by the CM? I was excited when the news of 6th pay commission was highlighted in the Sangai Express. I called up my father in the morning and said at least we will be able to save some money even if brothers will be here in Delhi. But my father warned me don’t expect too much. It’s Manipur. Nothing works here. Not even the laws you are studying now have anything to do with Manipur. So don’t ever dream of coming back to Manipur and work here. Neither can you work in your own nor can you find a job here. Because you will have intervention from all angle. Even your neighbor can plant a grenade in your courtyard. It’s not too difficult to kill you for thousand bucks in your hand. People surrounds with so much of insecurity from all sections so they never think of life, death, dignity, ego, moral etc. We just live like a walking talking machine.
Sometime I felt why we live like this? Here, we can’t live a peaceful life due to daily race in the big city and trouble from every passing humane on the earth. If you think you are frustrated enough with the situation here, where will you go? That’s a big question. You have to live under the sky of bullets in home without any source of income, food and security of life and most importantly you are not bound to anything and no one is liable for your life. We have reached to the heights of the non-sense, non-ethical society from all directions now.
Daily news in the e-pao is just for time pass now and it has become monotonous. It always zeroed in politicians bullshits, news on clarification for killing from the militants and blame game of the organizations and the race of the bundh, strike and protest.
Really we are left with only few options, eat money, eat bullet and talk non-sense like our politicians.
This is the only sentence suited for the politicians in Manipur. E-pao news source wrote about Govt. buying of bullet proof BMW car with a side window glass having thickness of 22mm, to protect their precious life while the people are tortured to live beneath the gunpoint of Commandos and the militants. Why are they feeling so insecure from their own comrades? What about the rest of the civilians in the state? I hope not the govt. is going to ask the center for financing citizen’s bullet proof house for a safety life?
Never knew Manipur govt. is so rich to afford to buy BMW bullet proof car to protect the politicians when even the salaried govt. employees are under forceful fasting due to irregular pay in the state. The prices of food touch the highest peak in the sky and there is no source even for eating. We will come in a time where we have to kill each other and eat while our politicians and bureaucrats will talk nonsense and travel in safe in BMW car or Limousine Car from next budget, probably.
My brothers are hardly here from the last week of February but I’m thankful to myself that I have taken the wise decision to bring them here despite of all the odds I had to face. Even they are influence by the society they lived where only money talks, fashion talks, war talks occupied their mind. No one talks about the price hike of food, politicians’ corruption and govt. policy. Even my brothers don’t feel that they belong to middle class family and they have to work hard to overcome the hurdle in their way. Talks about phone, laptop, music system and branded clothes. Sometime I got irritated even after knowing the fact that they are still too young to understand. That’s the environment they used to live where even the kids grown up with the money talks only. They feel you are useless if you don’t have enough money to feed them.
Coming back to the point i.e. BMW of Politicians. Isn’t it the high time citizens or the NGO’s or organizations in Manipur asked the politicians from where the money to buy a BMW reached to them while the proposal to upgrade the 6th pay commission was flatly denied in the assembly by the CM? I was excited when the news of 6th pay commission was highlighted in the Sangai Express. I called up my father in the morning and said at least we will be able to save some money even if brothers will be here in Delhi. But my father warned me don’t expect too much. It’s Manipur. Nothing works here. Not even the laws you are studying now have anything to do with Manipur. So don’t ever dream of coming back to Manipur and work here. Neither can you work in your own nor can you find a job here. Because you will have intervention from all angle. Even your neighbor can plant a grenade in your courtyard. It’s not too difficult to kill you for thousand bucks in your hand. People surrounds with so much of insecurity from all sections so they never think of life, death, dignity, ego, moral etc. We just live like a walking talking machine.
Sometime I felt why we live like this? Here, we can’t live a peaceful life due to daily race in the big city and trouble from every passing humane on the earth. If you think you are frustrated enough with the situation here, where will you go? That’s a big question. You have to live under the sky of bullets in home without any source of income, food and security of life and most importantly you are not bound to anything and no one is liable for your life. We have reached to the heights of the non-sense, non-ethical society from all directions now.
Daily news in the e-pao is just for time pass now and it has become monotonous. It always zeroed in politicians bullshits, news on clarification for killing from the militants and blame game of the organizations and the race of the bundh, strike and protest.
Really we are left with only few options, eat money, eat bullet and talk non-sense like our politicians.
Monday, March 8, 2010
To the one in Love!!
You waste all that to me, love
For which my soul caged her
Forgetting
The green field
Where the birds sing her hearts out
The fountains
where the soft touch of the water
Tamed the ego of those rocky stones
You, Love
You waste all that to me
Stolen the spring in my life, love
Dreams are too bright to last longer
Hopes are too starry to shine ever
My future cry over in its becoming a past
My spirit stood motionless in sad
Over a past hovering the lies
Oh! You waste all that to me, Love
All my days are gone with the nightly dreams
Dreams awake in the starry night to haunt
Where your footsteps gleams
You waste all that to me, Love
Now I dwelt alone
In the world of death
Where my soul is stagnant tide
No stars would become brighter
No moon would shine more radiant
For a starry dream that just blinks and lost
I rest in the dead bed of flowers
No doubt
Pain never comes again to me now
No doubt
You can't shed tears from my eyes agains
For my soul gives me sigh for a sigh today
All day I shine brighter
Under a sky
Where your starry dreams never comes
Oh! You waste all that to me, Love!!
For which my soul caged her
Forgetting
The green field
Where the birds sing her hearts out
The fountains
where the soft touch of the water
Tamed the ego of those rocky stones
You, Love
You waste all that to me
Stolen the spring in my life, love
Dreams are too bright to last longer
Hopes are too starry to shine ever
My future cry over in its becoming a past
My spirit stood motionless in sad
Over a past hovering the lies
Oh! You waste all that to me, Love
All my days are gone with the nightly dreams
Dreams awake in the starry night to haunt
Where your footsteps gleams
You waste all that to me, Love
Now I dwelt alone
In the world of death
Where my soul is stagnant tide
No stars would become brighter
No moon would shine more radiant
For a starry dream that just blinks and lost
I rest in the dead bed of flowers
No doubt
Pain never comes again to me now
No doubt
You can't shed tears from my eyes agains
For my soul gives me sigh for a sigh today
All day I shine brighter
Under a sky
Where your starry dreams never comes
Oh! You waste all that to me, Love!!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Between two flags!!
One, three headed
One, a charming chakra
Scramble for me
I, bewildered
I, baffled
Beloved, both
Belonged to both
One, borne
One, nurtured
Frequent, my minds' eye
the flag embellished
with sakok
My thought feebled
at the flags' awaiting
Frequent, my thoughts
the flag embellished
with chakra
My thought feebled
at the flag
I didn't belong to
Mislayed at the warfield
between two flags
I asked all
Who do I belong to
Frequent, my thought
Can I belong to both?
One, borne
One, nurtured
I feared
life's lofty forts
I feared
I couldn't traverse
these chained heights
I feared
the sakok embellished flag
chasing me
with a sword
stating a stranger, I am
Between two flags
Scrambling for me
She is mine
She is mine
they said
Sliced me
Some pieces for one
Some pieces for another
Why the scramble?
Who do I belonged to?
Pacified myself
I, adrift
between two flags
between these two flags
Friday, February 19, 2010
The Miserable Lovers!!
“Restaurants come into public scrutiny once again”.
http://e-pao.net/GP.asp?src=16..190210.feb10
Is it the banning of the restaurants and stopping them to use mobile phones only a solution to clean the society?
Or to make our Manipuri society free from illicit behaviors?
The problem with our society is that we don’t want to give freedom to others and we don’t respect other’s freedom. What make us think that somebody is against the society if he/she found kissing or hugging his/her lover somewhere in the corner of the road? In fact the man-made scrutiny system of our culture is extended even within the bedroom of the married couple.
How come the chain of the dark cabin restaurants builds up in a society which is so suffocating and closes from all the sides to even to breathe the free oxygen? Why did the couples and lovers have to find those dark cabin rooms to meet each other? What are the factors which insist/force them to hide from the public? They are the miserable lovers whose opportunity to express love for each other is only in the dark cabin of the room or only in the corner of the close room beneath the posters of the arousal photographs. It has become a customary law for our society where we only terminate the consequential products and byproducts of a problem but not the root of the cause of such problems.
There are many other ways and means to stop the teenagers to stop committing the wrongful acts such as child marriage, early pregnancy and early elopement. Manipur is listed in no. 1 for child marriage and sexual abuse. But why such problems occurred in such a closed society? If we really wish to eradicate such problems then we need to educate them so that they can realize of their wrongful acts and rectify them.
Let it be drug abuse or the sexual abuse in the name of dating, which is very much common in our society now. Who can stop such kids from committing whatever they want to do? Isn’t it the fault of the society which prevent them freedom to roam around in the open public and letting them to live their life freely?
What else we can achieve after closing such restaurants? Are we going to give them the freedom to dating in the public space as all normal human society does? Why have we started thinking that dating as an illicit behavior in our society? I don’t think we would be born here and human race would have ended century back if our forefathers haven’t dated and married to each other. Giving freedom to the youngsters to live their own life and lean is not about following the western culture and just abandoning our culture. It is more about preserving the human norms of relations and emotions. If we started treating that the romantic relations between a girl and boy is illicit then the culture of marriage is a crime. Henceforth humane race should have ended years ago.
Let’s take an example of drug/alcohol abuse. We can see that Manipuri society especially our meitie society is famous for husbands abusing his wife after consuming alcohol. Is it really because of alcohol? Let’s find out now what kind of chemical entity is there which instigates a man to beat his wife? As far as scientific discovery is concerned no chemical entity is there which can boost a man’s capability to overpower physically his wife after drinking. Problem is with the psychology of the human and not with the alcohol. Why have we launched so much of restriction against ourselves from eating, drinking and living freely? Have we ever heard of any country where alcohol is not available and there happens no drug abuse? But the question is that why we are on top regarding such problems? The only answer is the close and suffocating society where people drink, eat and make love out of suffocation, frustration, insult, humiliation and fear of the society, which are out of norm and race due to the unbearable restriction around us.
It’s a high time we recheck, revisit and rectify the system of resistance against any kind of abuse by some fraction of the culture preservers which can only create tension in the society. Unfortunately we live in a society where people are ready to humiliate you and ostracize from the public all the time. Instead of referring a drug addict in rehabilitation center he would be ostracized in front of all and send them to police custody. In the police custody again they have to face the human abuse and insults. How could a person who has lost control over his own brain rectify without proper guiding? So far how many of them we have saved from drug abuse or any kind of wrongful activity by insulting, humiliating and abusing? We found them more vulnerable to the drugs and any other means to escape self from such abuse by the society.
My own locality is filled with drug addicts and at least once in a month there is drama of humiliation of drug addicts in the school playground. But till now I have never found that they have stopped taking drugs? Had we sent them in a rehabilitation center instead of humiliating them in the public, they could have stopped taking drugs because of our sympathy and humanity but they can never be better because of humiliation, insult and abuse.
Sometime I really feel jealous of the time where our grandparents narrate about the likon-sanaba in the full moon night and how their lovers come to meet in their house. Every home was facilitated with Ningol-ka (the room for unmarried ladies) in a home where the unmarried ladies can meet their lovers in their house in the presence of their family members. If this is the situation & culture in the present Manipur, I hope there won’t be any such relations so called as illicit relations and behaviors. Of course, no kid would ever dare to keep the photographs which can aroused their in their wall.
I wish we return to that age where our forefathers lived freely. For a change and oxygenated culture and tradition. Also, it is better to maintain those systems in our society which we have overlooked long time (for the sake of what?), for a better society free from organizations and their unfaithful agendas.
We are too fed of home made Sive-Sena Groups or culture preservers. We need life free from culture & traditions which is against our survival.
http://e-pao.net/GP.asp?src=16..190210.feb10
Is it the banning of the restaurants and stopping them to use mobile phones only a solution to clean the society?
Or to make our Manipuri society free from illicit behaviors?
The problem with our society is that we don’t want to give freedom to others and we don’t respect other’s freedom. What make us think that somebody is against the society if he/she found kissing or hugging his/her lover somewhere in the corner of the road? In fact the man-made scrutiny system of our culture is extended even within the bedroom of the married couple.
How come the chain of the dark cabin restaurants builds up in a society which is so suffocating and closes from all the sides to even to breathe the free oxygen? Why did the couples and lovers have to find those dark cabin rooms to meet each other? What are the factors which insist/force them to hide from the public? They are the miserable lovers whose opportunity to express love for each other is only in the dark cabin of the room or only in the corner of the close room beneath the posters of the arousal photographs. It has become a customary law for our society where we only terminate the consequential products and byproducts of a problem but not the root of the cause of such problems.
There are many other ways and means to stop the teenagers to stop committing the wrongful acts such as child marriage, early pregnancy and early elopement. Manipur is listed in no. 1 for child marriage and sexual abuse. But why such problems occurred in such a closed society? If we really wish to eradicate such problems then we need to educate them so that they can realize of their wrongful acts and rectify them.
Let it be drug abuse or the sexual abuse in the name of dating, which is very much common in our society now. Who can stop such kids from committing whatever they want to do? Isn’t it the fault of the society which prevent them freedom to roam around in the open public and letting them to live their life freely?
What else we can achieve after closing such restaurants? Are we going to give them the freedom to dating in the public space as all normal human society does? Why have we started thinking that dating as an illicit behavior in our society? I don’t think we would be born here and human race would have ended century back if our forefathers haven’t dated and married to each other. Giving freedom to the youngsters to live their own life and lean is not about following the western culture and just abandoning our culture. It is more about preserving the human norms of relations and emotions. If we started treating that the romantic relations between a girl and boy is illicit then the culture of marriage is a crime. Henceforth humane race should have ended years ago.
Let’s take an example of drug/alcohol abuse. We can see that Manipuri society especially our meitie society is famous for husbands abusing his wife after consuming alcohol. Is it really because of alcohol? Let’s find out now what kind of chemical entity is there which instigates a man to beat his wife? As far as scientific discovery is concerned no chemical entity is there which can boost a man’s capability to overpower physically his wife after drinking. Problem is with the psychology of the human and not with the alcohol. Why have we launched so much of restriction against ourselves from eating, drinking and living freely? Have we ever heard of any country where alcohol is not available and there happens no drug abuse? But the question is that why we are on top regarding such problems? The only answer is the close and suffocating society where people drink, eat and make love out of suffocation, frustration, insult, humiliation and fear of the society, which are out of norm and race due to the unbearable restriction around us.
It’s a high time we recheck, revisit and rectify the system of resistance against any kind of abuse by some fraction of the culture preservers which can only create tension in the society. Unfortunately we live in a society where people are ready to humiliate you and ostracize from the public all the time. Instead of referring a drug addict in rehabilitation center he would be ostracized in front of all and send them to police custody. In the police custody again they have to face the human abuse and insults. How could a person who has lost control over his own brain rectify without proper guiding? So far how many of them we have saved from drug abuse or any kind of wrongful activity by insulting, humiliating and abusing? We found them more vulnerable to the drugs and any other means to escape self from such abuse by the society.
My own locality is filled with drug addicts and at least once in a month there is drama of humiliation of drug addicts in the school playground. But till now I have never found that they have stopped taking drugs? Had we sent them in a rehabilitation center instead of humiliating them in the public, they could have stopped taking drugs because of our sympathy and humanity but they can never be better because of humiliation, insult and abuse.
Sometime I really feel jealous of the time where our grandparents narrate about the likon-sanaba in the full moon night and how their lovers come to meet in their house. Every home was facilitated with Ningol-ka (the room for unmarried ladies) in a home where the unmarried ladies can meet their lovers in their house in the presence of their family members. If this is the situation & culture in the present Manipur, I hope there won’t be any such relations so called as illicit relations and behaviors. Of course, no kid would ever dare to keep the photographs which can aroused their in their wall.
I wish we return to that age where our forefathers lived freely. For a change and oxygenated culture and tradition. Also, it is better to maintain those systems in our society which we have overlooked long time (for the sake of what?), for a better society free from organizations and their unfaithful agendas.
We are too fed of home made Sive-Sena Groups or culture preservers. We need life free from culture & traditions which is against our survival.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Upset!!
Could not able to write anything on my blog from last few weeks. All the sites are blocked in my office. This is the only place I could update something in my blog. Thought of getting internet connection at home then I realise where is time to use internet at home. Most of the time I return my room with half-slept body around 10pm after the class. Sometime I don't realised my eating my food with my eyes opened or not.
Well, I have to look for a way to write in my blog. My blog is my own reflection and a way to know myself as the day passes. Life is too busy and road is too crowded, even the phone lines are too busy these days so where is the tiem to talk to others and listen so that I can learn something. That's the basic idea of me blogging and why I love blogging. I want to share with myself what I want from this life.
It seems life these days I seeking for my own revolution and evolution from the one I was before. Quite tired and ashamed of saying my friends hey, I was really busy!!! Actually I hate using this phrase but the fact is that I'm busy only. My parents told me called me anytime. We always sleep at late hours these days. Sometime they would call in my class timing and I would cut their call. I know how much I felt bad so they started taking my appointment to call!!!
Anyway, this is how life goes. I can't stop it. But I just love keep walking and working in this life without looking back and holding back to anything. Hope it does work in such a way!!
Busy life is great!! What else I can say???
Well, I have to look for a way to write in my blog. My blog is my own reflection and a way to know myself as the day passes. Life is too busy and road is too crowded, even the phone lines are too busy these days so where is the tiem to talk to others and listen so that I can learn something. That's the basic idea of me blogging and why I love blogging. I want to share with myself what I want from this life.
It seems life these days I seeking for my own revolution and evolution from the one I was before. Quite tired and ashamed of saying my friends hey, I was really busy!!! Actually I hate using this phrase but the fact is that I'm busy only. My parents told me called me anytime. We always sleep at late hours these days. Sometime they would call in my class timing and I would cut their call. I know how much I felt bad so they started taking my appointment to call!!!
Anyway, this is how life goes. I can't stop it. But I just love keep walking and working in this life without looking back and holding back to anything. Hope it does work in such a way!!
Busy life is great!! What else I can say???
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Life runs after meh!!
….Life rides like a bus in the national highway 39 & 53 sometime…losing balance in a well tormented road and unwanted and unnoticed of my own life sometime!! Life is always at high risk!!
I have stop living life from few years but life itself trying hard to get a space to me. I feel sorry that I could not give a proper place to this life following me here and there…Sometime “Aal is not welll”., its more like Aal is wrong. Suffered enough from anxiety, distress because of pms and I’m also trying hard to mend my idiot heart which wastes so much of time of my busy schedule. I thought the last Saturday would be my last day on this beautiful earth. While I’m struggling hard to balance my multi-tasking role in life, anxiety and distress sometime almost killed me. Tension of office, tension of class, then family and many others. Sometime I asked God, I hope you are having fun watching me? I’m not tired man, continue your job. He seems to be having fun watching me standing numb in a luxurious temple. I wish he could at least give me some other option to exit from all this and let me live my life. Heard enough comments from my close friend and well wishers about my short & volatile temper and asked me to mend it down but how?? Still a big question for me as I have no time for being so nice and caring for all the people come across in my way. I also want to have patience to listening someone and some issues only if God permits me with some more time and grant me some other ways. As anxiety take toll over me I have started remembering all those stupid things I did and of course it also flashed back the stories which are gone with the wind from my life. Could not help much this time as I’m already too full with so many things in my head and heart. It has reached to a time to wipe them out from my mind.
Going to my law class at least feel me that I'm surviving and that's where I open my eyes when the world is almost too dark...!!
Finally my exam result came out and out of expectation my score was much better than I expected. I thank to some of my friends who took care of me day and night during my exam time when some of the lively monsters had almost eaten my head even after knowing about my exam. Its only this time I realised how monstrous people can be while its their insecurity made them to do so.
Suffering from bad cold and fever from few days but had to go for class as I missed all the classes in Jan. Happiness is the best medicine in life...I finally realised yesterday. Was just cooking in the kitchen after eating antibiotics and huge dose of corex my friend just called me up and told me about my result. I felt like I was not ill at all...
Another miracle of arrived on my way yesterday!!
That's the Ukabi atouba and Tharoi angouba my mother sent for me from home through a friend. I was so excited as my mother didn't tell me about these stuffs sending me.It seems like my mother listen to my prayers and worries of living in this big city. The smell of Ukabi and taste of tharoi brings back the lost scent of my home and my motherland. My mother saved me from being insane in this city filled with madness. Missing home and I'm enjoying this feeling of missing my mother every single moments of my life!!!
I have stop living life from few years but life itself trying hard to get a space to me. I feel sorry that I could not give a proper place to this life following me here and there…Sometime “Aal is not welll”., its more like Aal is wrong. Suffered enough from anxiety, distress because of pms and I’m also trying hard to mend my idiot heart which wastes so much of time of my busy schedule. I thought the last Saturday would be my last day on this beautiful earth. While I’m struggling hard to balance my multi-tasking role in life, anxiety and distress sometime almost killed me. Tension of office, tension of class, then family and many others. Sometime I asked God, I hope you are having fun watching me? I’m not tired man, continue your job. He seems to be having fun watching me standing numb in a luxurious temple. I wish he could at least give me some other option to exit from all this and let me live my life. Heard enough comments from my close friend and well wishers about my short & volatile temper and asked me to mend it down but how?? Still a big question for me as I have no time for being so nice and caring for all the people come across in my way. I also want to have patience to listening someone and some issues only if God permits me with some more time and grant me some other ways. As anxiety take toll over me I have started remembering all those stupid things I did and of course it also flashed back the stories which are gone with the wind from my life. Could not help much this time as I’m already too full with so many things in my head and heart. It has reached to a time to wipe them out from my mind.
Going to my law class at least feel me that I'm surviving and that's where I open my eyes when the world is almost too dark...!!
Finally my exam result came out and out of expectation my score was much better than I expected. I thank to some of my friends who took care of me day and night during my exam time when some of the lively monsters had almost eaten my head even after knowing about my exam. Its only this time I realised how monstrous people can be while its their insecurity made them to do so.
Suffering from bad cold and fever from few days but had to go for class as I missed all the classes in Jan. Happiness is the best medicine in life...I finally realised yesterday. Was just cooking in the kitchen after eating antibiotics and huge dose of corex my friend just called me up and told me about my result. I felt like I was not ill at all...
Another miracle of arrived on my way yesterday!!
That's the Ukabi atouba and Tharoi angouba my mother sent for me from home through a friend. I was so excited as my mother didn't tell me about these stuffs sending me.It seems like my mother listen to my prayers and worries of living in this big city. The smell of Ukabi and taste of tharoi brings back the lost scent of my home and my motherland. My mother saved me from being insane in this city filled with madness. Missing home and I'm enjoying this feeling of missing my mother every single moments of my life!!!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Where are you? my red comrade
Morning dew on the grasses
Flashback memory
You suddenly visit my nocturnal dream
Standing in front of my door
The dead of the night
Reminds of your ever smiling face
You try to wipe away
Woes and pains in my life
I wish to live those moments
Where we belonged together
Anticipating another day
you would be calling me
From
across the road,
across rivers and woods
Let’s walk again that path
You chose for us.
I will not deny today
To follow you
count your footsteps
as the time passes
grow old with you
As the life takes a toll over me and you?
where are you?
my red comrade
Yet for another womb!!
Yet for another womb
Another mother
I seek from this life
whom I can ask to embrace us
within one womb
there we can play
Like twin embryos
Within a sheltered shell
Where their pointing fingers
Shall never peirce us
Yet for another surname
Another clan
I seek from this world
To prove our belonginess
In the line of the same blood
Yet for another worthless battle
Another winnerless war
I seek from this life
Just to fight and die
To test your stand for me.
Yet for another womb
Yet for another mother
I seek from this life.
..........this is a poem I wrote for my brother Nelson Elangbam whom I share no surname, no clan though we still have that bonding of brother and sister....
The story of modern Thoibi!!
Khamba phangee thengnahouda
Sakhenba Nongban su unahouda
Sou sou louba Soura oina thengnarure
Thoibi oina pokcharakpi eidi
Torro punshi oina lenhoure!!
Sakhenba Nongban su unahouda
Sou sou louba Soura oina thengnarure
Thoibi oina pokcharakpi eidi
Torro punshi oina lenhoure!!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Ecstasy!!
Let me drunk with the ecstasy of your memory today
Let me have the fun today of hurting myself
Let me listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat once
Before I die
Oh! No, it should not happen again to anyone
What I did to myself?
I sang to myself
Out of nothingness
I cry for myself
For this emptiness inside
After you left
After you are gone beyond my eyes
I will not ask you again to come back today
I must forget as I have nothing to say now
But do let me feel your presence once again
Once again annoy me with your cry
I’m missing you badly my little brave heart
I want to feel your presence today in my life!!
Let me have the fun today of hurting myself
Let me listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat once
Before I die
Oh! No, it should not happen again to anyone
What I did to myself?
I sang to myself
Out of nothingness
I cry for myself
For this emptiness inside
After you left
After you are gone beyond my eyes
I will not ask you again to come back today
I must forget as I have nothing to say now
But do let me feel your presence once again
Once again annoy me with your cry
I’m missing you badly my little brave heart
I want to feel your presence today in my life!!
My litle brave heart!!
I seek for my lost freedom today
As I had to hate the one I love
I want my liberty back
So that I can betray you again
I’m not an angel sent from the hell
Who would nurture your lost soul
I’m not that unseen divine
who can wash your sin
Accept me as what I’m
Torture me in loneliness if you wish too
I’m like just another shadow of you
So contaminated with myself
So mad with this life after you are gone
Please do not blame
for what I did to you
I’m just another human
Everyone can see and feel
I’m just another simple woman
Who had forbidden hearing to her own heart,
to her own mind a long ago!!
As I had to hate the one I love
I want my liberty back
So that I can betray you again
I’m not an angel sent from the hell
Who would nurture your lost soul
I’m not that unseen divine
who can wash your sin
Accept me as what I’m
Torture me in loneliness if you wish too
I’m like just another shadow of you
So contaminated with myself
So mad with this life after you are gone
Please do not blame
for what I did to you
I’m just another human
Everyone can see and feel
I’m just another simple woman
Who had forbidden hearing to her own heart,
to her own mind a long ago!!
Who steal my happiness???
Who steal my happiness today?
The numb God??
The weird angel??
Who steal my peaceful moments?
It’s me, who show the foolishness within me
It’s me, who had walk on the road of thorn.
Hope the numb God will speak now
Tell me once before you forbid me
Who steal the love of my life?
Stay away from me forever God
Don't let me write another hatred poem for you
I do not need you again from today
You can come back only if,
Only if, you can bring back my love
Oh! Angel I don’t need your angelic smile either
Please go back to your hell
You can’t nurture the wound within me today
Go back to the place you belong
I have no space for you
The numb God
The weird angel
Hope you can hear me!!
The numb God??
The weird angel??
Who steal my peaceful moments?
It’s me, who show the foolishness within me
It’s me, who had walk on the road of thorn.
Hope the numb God will speak now
Tell me once before you forbid me
Who steal the love of my life?
Stay away from me forever God
Don't let me write another hatred poem for you
I do not need you again from today
You can come back only if,
Only if, you can bring back my love
Oh! Angel I don’t need your angelic smile either
Please go back to your hell
You can’t nurture the wound within me today
Go back to the place you belong
I have no space for you
The numb God
The weird angel
Hope you can hear me!!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Eigi thawaigi mamal!!
Anouba chahina lakpasida
Khanghouda hanglak-ee
Eigi meepaithiraba thawaisina
Hengalamadra haina eigi thawaigi mamal !!
Tenkhraba tamthikhraba
Punshi khongchat oirakle
Mathou tadabra etomta hangjaba
Eigi thawai gi mamalse !!
Chamamnaba poklakli khanbada
Khangde kannabu ligadouribano
Choukhraba taibang sana keithelsida eise
Khoiranglake pukningsisu khangningbana
Karamba JAC nabu kannahoudouriro
Eigi thawai gi mamal sidagi
Charang-narakle leitradaba wakhalsisu
Leihourani khallubada makhoidi
Arang arakna thallaba phura dallal kyada
Mantiknakhraba thawaisingi mamal na
Kallakpadum phourak ee
Thouhougaba tanglaba billat ki gari kayasu
Apat-apumna thallaba
Imphal sahargi sarakta
Gandhi yekpa bharat ki chejetsingna
Sinakhrabada eigi thawaidi!!
Onkhragani makhoisu sahingchaba
Tangkhrani loudroubigumba mamitsingsu
Teithokhrani gumbhir gi pirangsingsu
Pangkhragani samu managum
Gandhi yekta bharat ki chejetsing na
Koichai chairabada narak mongsong youna
Nakenthagi unagumna ningtham ulen lakpada!!
Matamduna kaplakhini tengtharakhini
Eigi mantiknakhraba thawaina
Taibang sana keithel mayai da
Muna muna yengduna
Mapu pandraba ashiba sagumna
Saraki chidaida ningaidana
Tahouriba eigi hakchangbu uraga.
Khanghouda hanglak-ee
Eigi meepaithiraba thawaisina
Hengalamadra haina eigi thawaigi mamal !!
Tenkhraba tamthikhraba
Punshi khongchat oirakle
Mathou tadabra etomta hangjaba
Eigi thawai gi mamalse !!
Chamamnaba poklakli khanbada
Khangde kannabu ligadouribano
Choukhraba taibang sana keithelsida eise
Khoiranglake pukningsisu khangningbana
Karamba JAC nabu kannahoudouriro
Eigi thawai gi mamal sidagi
Charang-narakle leitradaba wakhalsisu
Leihourani khallubada makhoidi
Arang arakna thallaba phura dallal kyada
Mantiknakhraba thawaisingi mamal na
Kallakpadum phourak ee
Thouhougaba tanglaba billat ki gari kayasu
Apat-apumna thallaba
Imphal sahargi sarakta
Gandhi yekpa bharat ki chejetsingna
Sinakhrabada eigi thawaidi!!
Onkhragani makhoisu sahingchaba
Tangkhrani loudroubigumba mamitsingsu
Teithokhrani gumbhir gi pirangsingsu
Pangkhragani samu managum
Gandhi yekta bharat ki chejetsing na
Koichai chairabada narak mongsong youna
Nakenthagi unagumna ningtham ulen lakpada!!
Matamduna kaplakhini tengtharakhini
Eigi mantiknakhraba thawaina
Taibang sana keithel mayai da
Muna muna yengduna
Mapu pandraba ashiba sagumna
Saraki chidaida ningaidana
Tahouriba eigi hakchangbu uraga.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Boycott Ended!! Why and How???
"Class to be resumed from tomorrow. Boycott ended". Akee updated the news in the middle of the night. Got some relief thinking about all the students who have lost 6 months of their valuable time? After 6 months finally more than 10 lakhs students are blessed to return with their so called right to education. They came to a conclusion to break the deadlock, the govt. and the organizations. I'm against all kind of killing in Manipur and every simple citizen (minus the militants and the police force) is unhappy and totally saddened with the July 23 incident. But only regretting part of the protest was that instead of knowing that our leader has no value for its citizen, the student organizations took up a way to protest which can only spoil the future of more that 10 lakhs student in Manipur. I would be enjoying the sadistic pleasure in case the protesting organizations have shut down, even burnt the govt. organisation as a extreme step and let the govt realized of it's unbearable big lazy ass. Though I don't prefer any kind of agitation which will only led to more damage to our economic status. But why make a compromise with the future of students? Today's headline news in Thoudang makes me feel myself so unfortunate of being Manipuri. It's needless to say anything about Manipur. It's a state where all the people have lost the humane side. We can somewhat state that Manipur is land of animals where people can be bought and sold and if necessary slaughter at nay given time. No value for human life, dignity and existence. What else is left with us. Now, I feel that why should we blame the govt. or the persons who is leading the system. Have we ever done something which would prove that we are a responsible citizen other than criticizing and protesting and burning? If necessary, we can even call for a civil war against the govt. but isn't a time for us to think that have we been so self-righteous so that we can pin-point to other's mistake. Are we the responsible for the govt. or the handful of miscreants playing with our lives? Obviously yes??? We sold our dignity & right to such people by compromising with money and fame and now we don't have any right to complain that we should not be slaughtered or we deserve to be alive.
In the last six months every parents have to suffer from so many troubles regarding their kids’ career. Every day I even have to break my head thinking about my two brothers and sister who are sitting idle without any purpose at home. My mother has lost her ability to control their anger and frustration. Logically speaking what would be the psychological effect to the mind of a 13 yr old and 16 yr old boy who is just sitting at home who was devoid of education facilities? Sometime it's frightening to think that they even lost their interest in reading and its importance. Finally as other parents have no option and have to look for another option of sending them off for schooling in other places. I have finally decided to admit them in Delhi and stay with me. It's obviously good that students are back in school but who knows and who can guess the mood of the organizations and the govt.? When will they again play with the lives of the student and at what moment they can again shut down the schools, we never know about it. So it's better to leave now instead of portraying yourself as a cartoon/clown of JAC's and the govt. of Manipur even if I know that it is not the solution. But my sympathy and concern goes to all those students who can not afford to leave the state and pursue their education. Hope God will find them a way in such God forbidden place!!
In the last six months every parents have to suffer from so many troubles regarding their kids’ career. Every day I even have to break my head thinking about my two brothers and sister who are sitting idle without any purpose at home. My mother has lost her ability to control their anger and frustration. Logically speaking what would be the psychological effect to the mind of a 13 yr old and 16 yr old boy who is just sitting at home who was devoid of education facilities? Sometime it's frightening to think that they even lost their interest in reading and its importance. Finally as other parents have no option and have to look for another option of sending them off for schooling in other places. I have finally decided to admit them in Delhi and stay with me. It's obviously good that students are back in school but who knows and who can guess the mood of the organizations and the govt.? When will they again play with the lives of the student and at what moment they can again shut down the schools, we never know about it. So it's better to leave now instead of portraying yourself as a cartoon/clown of JAC's and the govt. of Manipur even if I know that it is not the solution. But my sympathy and concern goes to all those students who can not afford to leave the state and pursue their education. Hope God will find them a way in such God forbidden place!!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
An exciting beginning!!
Wishing all my friends and love ones a very happy and prosperous New Year!!
The Sangai Express New Year message to the people is one of the most meaningful and important wish for all the Manipuris. Kudos to Satya Hijam. We desperately pray for a year ahead free from killing. It does not matter whether they are civilians, Police or millitants. At the end of the war we should remember that whoever killed is a human and the war is between humans which led to the lost of a valuable life. Which creates a hole in a family; which produced traumatized family, their hurt can never be healed for this lifetime.
Last night party with only two of my closest friend was one of the best parties I ever had in life. It was a good beginning of the year with typical style of celebrating New Year. Of course, No controversy in the year end party!! I don't want to listen to back stabbing comments afterwards. A small fire work in the terrace accompanied with wine and finger licking Butter chicken, prepared by my friend. Only thing we were missing in the party was our friend and sweetheart Shreema. I wish she was here with us in Delhi and our party would have been of more fun.
Early morning SMS
When I was getting ready for office, a new year wish from a friend made me laugh so loudly recieve one of the most funniest (but true) wish from a friend.
It reads as
“Wishing you a very warm anger free and fight free 2010...May the new year brings you lots of smiles...”
Yeah! I really need a peaceful year ahead with lots of laughter and smile. Thanks for the true wish. I'm praying for anger free and fight free year ahead. I think I did enough of all these stuffs in 2009...!!
Thanks for bringing a big smile on my lips before I start my day. May the unseen divine shower your life with thousand reasons to keep you smile throughout the year!!
Last night party with only two of my closest friend was one of the best parties I ever had in life. It was a good beginning of the year with typical style of celebrating New Year. Of course, No controversy in the year end party!! I don't want to listen to back stabbing comments afterwards. A small fire work in the terrace accompanied with wine and finger licking Butter chicken, prepared by my friend. Only thing we were missing in the party was our friend and sweetheart Shreema. I wish she was here with us in Delhi and our party would have been of more fun.
Early morning SMS
When I was getting ready for office, a new year wish from a friend made me laugh so loudly recieve one of the most funniest (but true) wish from a friend.
It reads as
“Wishing you a very warm anger free and fight free 2010...May the new year brings you lots of smiles...”
Yeah! I really need a peaceful year ahead with lots of laughter and smile. Thanks for the true wish. I'm praying for anger free and fight free year ahead. I think I did enough of all these stuffs in 2009...!!
Thanks for bringing a big smile on my lips before I start my day. May the unseen divine shower your life with thousand reasons to keep you smile throughout the year!!
Memories of 2009!!
The year 2009 is an eventful year for me though I faced many trouble in my personal life. Year begins with good note and it brings lots of good people in my life. Among them my best friend Priya is one of them. We met only once in a meeting held in Vasant Vihar 2 years from now and almost forgotten of each others existence but we met again because God seems to know that we three are lost bird in the boundless sky which needs to be bring together in one place.
Though I was living for years in Delhi there was hardly few friends who can accept me as the person I'm. I was tried of searching for those friends who can accept the real me. That's how I found my friends Shreema and Priya. They are not classmates, batch mate or don't belong to the same place. We are just destined to meet someday. I think my life become so complete because of my two friends. There was hardly a day we have not talked to each other and sometime our male friends would joke to us that our boyfriends must be very insecure of our friendship.
Evening walk with Shreema and Lanleima in the DU garden was the most important task for us in the last three years. Whether it is raining or extremely hot, we don't care. We still have to find time in the evening and go for the walk. Of course, our talk and discussion was more important than walk. Today, Shreema and me are able to take part an active role in any social occasions because of our random and directionless discussion in the DU garden. We have ideas which are unacceptable to the people around and to the society but somewhat we are able to make a platform for our unacceptable thoughts today. Shreema left for her lectureship job in Manipur and it seems that I'm almost deserted and there will be no one to discuss our wild ideas but fortunately Priya came on our way and here we, three musketeers are enjoying our God given friendship. I pray that this coming year will nourish our friendship with more love and care for each other.
Other than my two friends I have also found an elder brother & a best buddy whose name I do not want to write for many reasons but I'm thankful to God for sending him on my way. I'm so thankful to him for understanding me so well and for taking care of me all the time. I'm also sorry for being so childish at time and making him so irritated. Sorry for waking you up in the late night and crying and complaining over the phone for all those things which meant nothing to my life. You truly said I'm still a kid who hasn’t seen the world enough. Thanks for guiding & protecting me all the time.
The most beautiful gift of this year is my nephew. Though I got only few days to stay with my nephew, it was an incredible moment for me and I'm dying to meet him again to see his head banging dance in the tune of the mobile ring tones.
Needless to say I also had to go through many troubles and had to spend sleepless night due to personal problems and lost of a good friend. Yes, I have to agree one thing in life that only thing which is constant is life is the change. With time everything changes, even the person and the relations. That's how some relation just become meaningless and non-existent. I have also learnt to accept the change to move ahead in life. He was everything for me for some years and today I don't even want to count him as a stranger in my life. The courtesy he has given to me was good enough to forget and dump all those memories I had about him. As I'm not among those who hold in the past and pull myself down to waste the beautiful moments I may have in future.
With the end of the year it took away an important person in my life. My grandmother suddenly demised due to cancer and she hardly lived one month after spending few days in hospital. I could not do anything for her and not even got time to attend all the rituals. But I'm thankful to God for giving me few days to meet her before she took her last breath.
I’m thanking to the unseen divine for all things he has given to me and I’m just praying to God that the coming year bring all the happiness to my love ones. My wish for this year will be to begin a new life with full of meaningful work and commitments....!!
Though I was living for years in Delhi there was hardly few friends who can accept me as the person I'm. I was tried of searching for those friends who can accept the real me. That's how I found my friends Shreema and Priya. They are not classmates, batch mate or don't belong to the same place. We are just destined to meet someday. I think my life become so complete because of my two friends. There was hardly a day we have not talked to each other and sometime our male friends would joke to us that our boyfriends must be very insecure of our friendship.
Evening walk with Shreema and Lanleima in the DU garden was the most important task for us in the last three years. Whether it is raining or extremely hot, we don't care. We still have to find time in the evening and go for the walk. Of course, our talk and discussion was more important than walk. Today, Shreema and me are able to take part an active role in any social occasions because of our random and directionless discussion in the DU garden. We have ideas which are unacceptable to the people around and to the society but somewhat we are able to make a platform for our unacceptable thoughts today. Shreema left for her lectureship job in Manipur and it seems that I'm almost deserted and there will be no one to discuss our wild ideas but fortunately Priya came on our way and here we, three musketeers are enjoying our God given friendship. I pray that this coming year will nourish our friendship with more love and care for each other.
Other than my two friends I have also found an elder brother & a best buddy whose name I do not want to write for many reasons but I'm thankful to God for sending him on my way. I'm so thankful to him for understanding me so well and for taking care of me all the time. I'm also sorry for being so childish at time and making him so irritated. Sorry for waking you up in the late night and crying and complaining over the phone for all those things which meant nothing to my life. You truly said I'm still a kid who hasn’t seen the world enough. Thanks for guiding & protecting me all the time.
The most beautiful gift of this year is my nephew. Though I got only few days to stay with my nephew, it was an incredible moment for me and I'm dying to meet him again to see his head banging dance in the tune of the mobile ring tones.
Needless to say I also had to go through many troubles and had to spend sleepless night due to personal problems and lost of a good friend. Yes, I have to agree one thing in life that only thing which is constant is life is the change. With time everything changes, even the person and the relations. That's how some relation just become meaningless and non-existent. I have also learnt to accept the change to move ahead in life. He was everything for me for some years and today I don't even want to count him as a stranger in my life. The courtesy he has given to me was good enough to forget and dump all those memories I had about him. As I'm not among those who hold in the past and pull myself down to waste the beautiful moments I may have in future.
With the end of the year it took away an important person in my life. My grandmother suddenly demised due to cancer and she hardly lived one month after spending few days in hospital. I could not do anything for her and not even got time to attend all the rituals. But I'm thankful to God for giving me few days to meet her before she took her last breath.
I’m thanking to the unseen divine for all things he has given to me and I’m just praying to God that the coming year bring all the happiness to my love ones. My wish for this year will be to begin a new life with full of meaningful work and commitments....!!
Friday, December 11, 2009
Finally Justice arrived!!!
Dhaula Kuan gang-rape convict gets 14 years’ rigorous imprisonment http://www.hindu.com/2009/12/12/stories/2009121257410300.htm
“The scar of rape always remains engraved in her mind and she cannot overcome it throughout her life. It cannot also be forgotten that women are generally weak and commission of rape on a meek victim is the gravest of offence,” said the court in its four-page order on sentence.
........It was in the year 2006; the Dhaula Kuan gang-rape case shocked all the north east people residing in Delhi especially the girls. My group (Linda, Lanleima, Ameeta, Lemis) were like right hand for MSAD though we don't occupied any post in the organisations political platform. We all were in the final year of Msc and Lanlei was pursuing her L.L.B that time.
We were filled with anguish & sorrow for being so unkind especially towards the NE girls in Delhi. Even though we are staying here from the last 9 years, we have no niche. We are just known by one word, that's Chinkee. I never ponder to know its meaning because I have started to set up my mind as I'm living with different species which can only harm me so I just have to be protective for my own body & soul, from attcking by them. I'm not being racist here but it is the true fact. I wonder if there is any girl left who are not molested or abused on their short span of staying in Delhi to earn a livelihood.
My huge regard and respect to Da Noni, one of the senior in the MSAD. He was the one who gave us the space to deliver our idea and let us face the truth of the people, police, Media et.al. After the rape case rocked the Delhi all the media house were busy covering news of the girls from NE wearing short and skimpy cloths. We were almost burnt inside. It is like throwing and rubbing salt to the wound. Finally, we had a meeting with the some of the MSAD guys and Da Noni was heading our girl's team. We had planned to bang the media house, Police and all those people having cheap mentality with a full fledge protest rally in front of the ITO, Police station.
We all bunk practical classes and went for mobilization reaching to each and every doorsteps of the NE people residing in Delhi. We distributed pamplets on the roadside to join the protest. And also invited few NGO's to support us.
Then, the big day came; we board the infamous blue line bus and dropped at ITO police station. That was the first experience we had of being kept in the Police Station and later on they released us after taking our signatures. Don't know what they are going to do with our signatures but we were never worried for that but got relief eternally. Thought we did something to get the Justice. Media house had no option but they have to cover the protest as we also accused them for being biased and web casting the news which tarnishes the image of the NE girls in Delhi.
Fortunately, some guys in ZEE TV approached to us to appear and speak about our bitter experience of residing in Delhi. We were given only 20 minutes to speak but we are thankful to them at least they have managed to break the perception of the North Indians towards us.
Thanks to our parents for being so supportive, though they were so shocked with our excited news of being caught by the Delhi Police and kept in the police station for sometime. Instead of shouting at us, they advice us to stay alert and waited for the news web casting to see us. They would told us what should not speak next time but they are proud of our group being so courageous to stand for such cause.
Most interesting part of the the news clip was showing the girls from the other states roaming around the Delhi University and wearing the so called short, skimpy & provocative cloths while delivering our talk in the back ground.
I'm still surprised of psyche of the some men folk, taking so much of interest in the dress a woman which are using to cover her own body, of course not for him. It's neither their business nor they are earning any profit out of this.
My question still goes to the MEN?? What they meant by provocative dress? What is provoking them? Isn't it the problem of MEN psychology?? My suggestion is better to consult a doctor than blaming the woman.
Did anyone heard of a woman raping man coming out on the road with half pant?? Till now I have not heard of it. I think even if a man comes out in their minimal cloth, no woman to even think to touch them. May be they will run away from them for being so offensive by seeing not so attractive male figures.
......coming back to the news....yesterday I went to meet Lanleima after the office and was just going through the Hindu newspaper. Show the news of executing the rapist with rigorous life imprisonment by the High Court. We were like "WOW". It feels so good. I said Lanlei, do you remember this is the Mizoram girl case and we had organized the rally in ITO 3 years back from now. I called up Linda and shared the news. It was moment of glory for us though we don't know the girl personally; we were deeply shattered by the incident.
...Seems like this news flash back our unforgettable moments of life filled with zeal in the college time. MSAD rally and MSAD thabal chongba (known as the Moon Dance) were part of our life only. We hit the thabal from the beginning till the end and no one was there to challenge us :)
Of course, guys hate us like anything for our attitude and for kicking them out from joining us during the Thabal Chongba. We were infamous group among the people for our Tapta song dance, chekla dance and Maibi Jagoi dance in the Thabal chongba. So, we make sure that our brothers and especially my Mamma was there to look for us and protect us. But Mamma always closed his eyes and ears while we were dancing because he has no courage to see our crazy dance, somewhat mad, attitudes or bear the comments from the guys in the Thabal Lampak. It was my rule that I stay away from meeting Mamma for at least 1-2 weeks so that I don't have to listen to his lectures after the Thabal. He would shout on the phone next day "nupi nattagumna aduk yamna ngoushinaridubu, I will inform your father".
But he never missed to take us for next Thabal Chongba :)
“The scar of rape always remains engraved in her mind and she cannot overcome it throughout her life. It cannot also be forgotten that women are generally weak and commission of rape on a meek victim is the gravest of offence,” said the court in its four-page order on sentence.
........It was in the year 2006; the Dhaula Kuan gang-rape case shocked all the north east people residing in Delhi especially the girls. My group (Linda, Lanleima, Ameeta, Lemis) were like right hand for MSAD though we don't occupied any post in the organisations political platform. We all were in the final year of Msc and Lanlei was pursuing her L.L.B that time.
We were filled with anguish & sorrow for being so unkind especially towards the NE girls in Delhi. Even though we are staying here from the last 9 years, we have no niche. We are just known by one word, that's Chinkee. I never ponder to know its meaning because I have started to set up my mind as I'm living with different species which can only harm me so I just have to be protective for my own body & soul, from attcking by them. I'm not being racist here but it is the true fact. I wonder if there is any girl left who are not molested or abused on their short span of staying in Delhi to earn a livelihood.
My huge regard and respect to Da Noni, one of the senior in the MSAD. He was the one who gave us the space to deliver our idea and let us face the truth of the people, police, Media et.al. After the rape case rocked the Delhi all the media house were busy covering news of the girls from NE wearing short and skimpy cloths. We were almost burnt inside. It is like throwing and rubbing salt to the wound. Finally, we had a meeting with the some of the MSAD guys and Da Noni was heading our girl's team. We had planned to bang the media house, Police and all those people having cheap mentality with a full fledge protest rally in front of the ITO, Police station.
We all bunk practical classes and went for mobilization reaching to each and every doorsteps of the NE people residing in Delhi. We distributed pamplets on the roadside to join the protest. And also invited few NGO's to support us.
Then, the big day came; we board the infamous blue line bus and dropped at ITO police station. That was the first experience we had of being kept in the Police Station and later on they released us after taking our signatures. Don't know what they are going to do with our signatures but we were never worried for that but got relief eternally. Thought we did something to get the Justice. Media house had no option but they have to cover the protest as we also accused them for being biased and web casting the news which tarnishes the image of the NE girls in Delhi.
Fortunately, some guys in ZEE TV approached to us to appear and speak about our bitter experience of residing in Delhi. We were given only 20 minutes to speak but we are thankful to them at least they have managed to break the perception of the North Indians towards us.
Thanks to our parents for being so supportive, though they were so shocked with our excited news of being caught by the Delhi Police and kept in the police station for sometime. Instead of shouting at us, they advice us to stay alert and waited for the news web casting to see us. They would told us what should not speak next time but they are proud of our group being so courageous to stand for such cause.
Most interesting part of the the news clip was showing the girls from the other states roaming around the Delhi University and wearing the so called short, skimpy & provocative cloths while delivering our talk in the back ground.
I'm still surprised of psyche of the some men folk, taking so much of interest in the dress a woman which are using to cover her own body, of course not for him. It's neither their business nor they are earning any profit out of this.
My question still goes to the MEN?? What they meant by provocative dress? What is provoking them? Isn't it the problem of MEN psychology?? My suggestion is better to consult a doctor than blaming the woman.
Did anyone heard of a woman raping man coming out on the road with half pant?? Till now I have not heard of it. I think even if a man comes out in their minimal cloth, no woman to even think to touch them. May be they will run away from them for being so offensive by seeing not so attractive male figures.
......coming back to the news....yesterday I went to meet Lanleima after the office and was just going through the Hindu newspaper. Show the news of executing the rapist with rigorous life imprisonment by the High Court. We were like "WOW". It feels so good. I said Lanlei, do you remember this is the Mizoram girl case and we had organized the rally in ITO 3 years back from now. I called up Linda and shared the news. It was moment of glory for us though we don't know the girl personally; we were deeply shattered by the incident.
...Seems like this news flash back our unforgettable moments of life filled with zeal in the college time. MSAD rally and MSAD thabal chongba (known as the Moon Dance) were part of our life only. We hit the thabal from the beginning till the end and no one was there to challenge us :)
Of course, guys hate us like anything for our attitude and for kicking them out from joining us during the Thabal Chongba. We were infamous group among the people for our Tapta song dance, chekla dance and Maibi Jagoi dance in the Thabal chongba. So, we make sure that our brothers and especially my Mamma was there to look for us and protect us. But Mamma always closed his eyes and ears while we were dancing because he has no courage to see our crazy dance, somewhat mad, attitudes or bear the comments from the guys in the Thabal Lampak. It was my rule that I stay away from meeting Mamma for at least 1-2 weeks so that I don't have to listen to his lectures after the Thabal. He would shout on the phone next day "nupi nattagumna aduk yamna ngoushinaridubu, I will inform your father".
But he never missed to take us for next Thabal Chongba :)
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