(Unleashing ‘MMC- Mock muivah Campaign’ –Part 1)
mr muivah, (Sorry I didnt feel like typing your name properly)
How are things at your end? I hope you are in the pink/ yellow/green/ blue/red of your health (please choose a relevant colour). I am one of your PSEUDO fans who resides out of Manipur but who is from Manipur (like you). I hope I shall not disgrace you telling this that I am a little more educated than you. Of course, you and your followers speak parrot like English. I really adore that. Your English speaking abilities and your ardent love for English culture sowed the seed of colonialism in your mind and it is obvious from your GREAT DEMAND for greater nagaland (in tiny letters). BUT, I repeat again, your copy-pasted understanding of civilisation has made you the most ineligible leader amongst the list of those liberal fighters and leaders who hail from North East soil. Maybe, you love history and which is why you want to cling back to the primitive era of historical episodes. I heard your favourite pastime is still head-hunting? GREAT! How many heads have you hunted so far? Do you decorate your nagaland home with those heads you hunt?? It must be really ‘artistic’ (my foot). By the very way, have you ever planned out for an escapade route when all your barbaric attempts to gain greater nagaland fails in the long run? Not yet? Hmm, it shall sadden my cracked toes to watch you getting sober when your dreams are but foiled, sob sob!! No sooner than things go haywire, people will tag you like this ‘muivah- the hunter is now hunted’. You would feel pretty down I know. But do not lose hope. Many muivahs will take birth and those baby-muivahs will be naturally trained.
Ok, muivah. You take care. I am so far buzzed off writing such a sick letter to you and I swear my keyboard is even complaining because I usually dont type such ‘nonsense letters’.
Your ill-wisher
Miss Damn Care
