First, the Framework Agreement. Now a new term called Peace Agreement apart from Peace Accord/Final Accord. Beautifully crafted, of course. The details of the Framework Agreement are not disclosed to the public and when the public asked why, it has been cleverly blended as an agreement with NSCN(IM) and Centre as not a full-fledged palpable and conclusive agreement but a Framework for ‘Framework’ refers to an outline or structure. Nice word which is exactly suitable to culminate into an excuse for not making the contents of the agreement public.
Manipur known as ‘Kangleipak’ has its history as an independent princely state since 33 A.D. spanning in terms of millenniums till it merged to the Indian Union. Hard to believe? As a kingdom, Kangleipak had umpteen battles with its neighbouring country Myanmar, the erstwhile Burma. Of all, Kabaw Valley always remained a bone of contention between Burma and Kangleipak. In the valley, a river called Ningthi Turel flows which is known for its resourcefulness. When we were kids, elders used to narrate to us that Ningthi Turel is abound with gold, gems, other precious stones and jewels. The Kabaw valley is also a resourceful valley with lotta trees growing such as Teak, Ebony, Mahagony and the likes. As per Treaty of Yundabun 1825, Kabo Valley is the rightful property of Kangleipak. The irony is that Kabaw Valley which included Ningthi Turel was given away to Myanmar by the first Prime Minister of India Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru. Till now, we are asking ourselves the question, “On what basis and for what palpable reason the valley was given away to Myanmar. Was it an intention to prune Manipur and make it smaller for easy dominance or was it a show off that India had adopted democracy after independence from British imperialist rule?” Questions galore. Uncertain answers.
Of tongue cleaner and angels Going unconscious was like being enveloped with nothingness, there were no pain, no thoughts and no ‘me’
Am writing this article with an achy-breaky head. Maybe, I am writing this piece using the left side of the brain only, for my right side of my brain is heavy and numb, as if the right half of my head has been frozen.
Just a few days back, I was on an official duty at Silchar. I travelled to and fro Imphal to Silchar and back by F1 passenger vehicle which the travel agencies at the counter used to bluff the customers as Tata Sumo. The journey by road was kinda torture, a full-throttle inconvenience, a hellish experience as you have already known about the pathetic condition of Imphal – Jiribam national highway, the second life-line of Manipur. If the passenger vehicle was actually a Tata Sumo, the hardship of conveyance could have been reduced at least to a certain extent. But we were packed like pieces of sardines in a can inside the F1 passenger vehicle. By the time I reached Silchar, I felt like all the nuts and bolts of my body got loose and my flat TV screen butt felt so hot as though I have set on a red hot iron tool.
Six times Mr World, three times Mr Asia, 12 times Mr India and champions in innumerable national body building championships – herculean achievements, achievements which are meant for superhumans only, not for mere mortals and still remaining as a non-entity in mainland India. In a fast developing country like India, one of the largest democratic country in the world with “Freedom of Expression” as one of its Fundamental Rights enshrined in its Constitution mushrooming with goliath and renowned media houses,
Now that the Manipur State Commission for Scheduled Tribe (MSCST) is in the process of examining, conduct studies and submit recommendations to the Ministry of Tribal Affairs on the grant of ST status to Meiteis, the Scheduled Tribe Demand Committee of Manipur (STDCM) has achieved one milestone thereby rekindling the people’s hope.
Incessant rain, not heavy downpour. That also for approximately 24 hours only and many areas of the valley are affected with water level of many rivers rising, overflowing of water from Chakpi river flooding Sugnu, Wapokpi and many other areas of Kakching, Keirak, Moirang, Naapat of Kumbi A/C and many other areas with paddy fields inundated and waist deep water especially in Sugnu and Wapokpi areas.
When Manipur reels in the darkness of hopelessness, when the faith of the public hangs by a thread, we the people of Manipur seem to see a small ray of light at the end of the long and dark tunnel, a silver lining amidst the gloomy cloud of hopelessness.
We usually used to give a damn to what the elders day. Most particularly when we were kids, our elders used to shower upon us with WOW (Words of wisdom) but we took them as some kind of unwanted noise or cacophony of infidels, taking their words for granted. We used to stumble across WOW every whence and thence even when we reached the peak of adolescence.
Have you even seen a God in your life?
Since the dawn of human civilization, religion has been running collaterally with human lives. The mammoth question is “Did God made religion?”. A question which nobody in this world can answer for religion of all kinds and hues are made by man only according to his way of life, ambience, way of being brought up and established norms.
Youths of the present generation don’t have much fundas about ‘Puya’, the sacred and holy scripture of the Meiteis. So far we only know upto the extent that the Puya was burnt to ashes in the second quarter of the 18th century. It is a known fact that Puya was burnt down to ashes during King Pamheiba’s time when one self proclaimed godman known as Santidas Gosai from Sylhet Bangladesh, a Bengali thoroughly brainwashed the king with his great art and dexterity in toying with chemicals.
When I was young I used to gaze at my reflection on the looking mirror to find out whether I looked good or not. During those times the looking mirror was my best friend. I used to watch my image in the morning as soon as I climbed down from bed, after taking a shower, before going to school or college or whenever I was about to go outside be it an appointment with somebody or any other private work, after returning home and even before going to bed. Sitting in front of a looking mirror, preferably a wide and lengthy one was an inseparable constituent of my very existence during those yonder years.
For those who can’t live without music, those with music in their blood, those who eat, sleep and drink music, those who draw inspiration from music and more particularly those metal heads who like all kinds of rock genre, this piece of writing may come as an embracing one. Those who loathe music have the liberty to skip reading this piece from the very end of this very sentence.
Is happiness of we the mortal human beings withering with human advancement? Two decades or so back, parents forced their children from outdoor to indoor cursing and swearing them for playing too much in the sun or rain. Now-a-days, parents are pulling out their kids from within the house towards outdoor to play, run and do the wild stuff which the present kids stubbornly refuse.