I was born in a family with guns. My father Gulamjat had a single-barrel shot gun. My eldest brother Gokulchandra had Webly & Scott .32 revolver, .22 rifle and 12-bore double barrel shotgun. During my student time, I practiced with them all. During my college holidays, I went to shoot wild pigeons with the .22 rifle at Langol Hill and at my friend Kh Dhiren’s rice research farm at Wangban.

I was born aged 15, knowing everything, in the endangered narcissistic Meitei species. Far too late. I should have been born aged 1O months. I’m not nostalgic, just opportunistic, to grab this space that, precociousness isn’t a nice thing to be. You lose your childhood innocence. As a well-dressed and smart post-war boy with a cooked ‘primordial soup’ of my brain, I considered my contemporaries a bit infantile and so, I kept company with older guys like Ta-Gojen Moirangthem, Ta-Indramani Tourangbam, Ta-Achoubi Pukhrambam et cetera.
And I spoke like them. That caused pain in the bum of a few fathers in my neighbourhood, who had sons about my age, but none-too- bright. I was disliked like someone who uses the rising inflection at the end of each sentence, and in modernity, like someone who preface every second word with “like” and drawn out as “likaaa”.

Everything is hunky-dory with love in the air, but love has casualties. A broken heart isn’t just a figure of speech. It causes actual physical pain. That you may die of a broken heart has become a scientific reality. It’s happening despite increasing digitalisation of romance with significant changes in “falling in love” in this post-modern age of “loving you by not falling in love”.

After the Japanese gave “Britannia ruled the waves” a nasty shock in southeast Asia with their lightening attacks, they sneaked through the jungles of Burma, infested with malaria, cholera and dysentery, right to the outskirts of Imphal. Imphal thus became the nerve centre of the British Commonwealth soldiers fighting the Japanese simultaneously at Imphal and Kohima fronts. It was as if the whole u

The apocalyptic modernity of WWII made Imphal town look like the Hollywood ghost town in Santa Fe in the Old Wild West. After the second bombing over Imphal on May 16 1942, six days after the first, Gimson told my father during one of his visits that, a few bombs fell on his Residency compound. One demolished the main jail gate. Many prisoners escaped. Thousands more of the refugees, mostly Indians including Helen of Bollywood, and a handful of Europeans, who had tracked along the old trodden path over the mountains from Tamu in Burma to Moreh in Manipur, and been staying at Koirengei, had left on foot for Assam.

Before I begin today’s column I would like to express my tender emotions like poetry drawn from the prose, to see online, the images of Krishna Janma celebration at Mahabali on August 15 this year, as I remember going there as a little boy just before WWII. Equally touching is the group photograph of North American Manipuri Association convention 2017, US, with 200 membership of Manipuri diasporas, including one from my school days. As I recall I was one of the first three Manipuris who have ever settled in the West.

On August 15 1947 India got Independence. On August 8 1942 the Quit India movement was launched in Bombay by All India Congress Committee, led by Mahatma Gandhi. But, it was the beat of a distant drum in Manipur, muffled by the sound and fury of World War II or Japanlan.

The joy of Independence Day permeated all over Manipur on August 14 1947. I was there. But, Manipur had an Achilles Heel, the Manipur State Congress. Another fatal weakness for the superficial was the inherent silliness of the premise that Meiteis and Meiteilon are Tibeto-Burman.
The aesthetic offence of the 1950’s educational revolution, seduced by Grierson, was to dupe young Meiteis into believing something that is not true.

Dr Irengbam Mohendra Singh
Sceptics might think it just doesn’t cut the mustard. But, newer scientific research has made me to upgrade longevity from 100 to 120 years. That, in the near future, Manipur would be full of 120 year old people is no more a myth-tinged fairy story. It’s a paean to the sense of a joyous uplift. Manipur now has a few people in their late eighties. The world’s leading gerontologists have long been searching for the most effective ways to hold back the enhancing years. They are talking of people living now and not the future generations who would benefit from cutting-age technologies.

To give a weatherproof coating on the brickwork of my gene-related articles that cross to the grey zone between nature and science, this column is about how Britain is now right in the forefront to change human species. It’s because its laws for scientists to cross the barrier between fiction and non-fiction are more relaxed than other countries.

One man’s radical thinking changed the reality of the beginning of our existence from what had been the mind-set of medieval people for centuries all over the world. Darwinian (biological) evolution has been going on over the past 4 billion years, following the Earth’s formation 4.5 billion years ago. The facts of evolution ie the notion that all living forms are related and evolved in an amplitude of time from one common ancestry could only be denied by an abandonment of reason.