Wakhal Hongba

Seireng ama esira eibu???

Ethoksu ngaida ngasidi

Kanana eigi wakhalda yetpirakani?

kanana thingba ngamgani eina ebada???

Tandi tansinlak ae tourise

Eibu eraroisirane?

Hoi farey toklagay..

Ei seireng eraroi..

WAKHAL HONGLE

A decade old life out of Manipur- ehh???

It was 2001 when I first left Manipur for my further studies. From one Indian Border State- Sanaleibaak to another Indian border state- Gujarat and finally relocated to the capital city- its quite an experience for me sigh! It was one such winter when I resettled in Delhi- the capital city of India (or is it crime city?), hunting for a better career opportunity. Be it Ahmedabad or Delhi, the nostalgic feeling remains the same- nostalgia of staying far away from my family, my people, friends and what not. Sans any surprise factor, my confinement outside Manipur ‘as an exported Manipuri’ is now a decade old (eyes rolled in bewilderment). Here are few vivid experiences and observations I have made so far during the decade-

1. Home is where ‘Mummagi Maroi Nakupina Sok touba hawai is available’- Be it the scrumptious Dal Tadka or Dal Makhani, no Hawai thongba (dal curry) is comparable to Mumma’s Hawai Thongba. Prove me wrong anyone?

2. Yaoshang (Holi) fever always persists for five days- The JNU or DU ground thaabals cannot offbeat the essence of traditional yaoshang celebrations at Imphal Sehar. Those five continuous days of exclusive fun and food with friends and family. Can anyone offend me that ‘Delhi’s holi’ is better than Manipur’s?

3. Can electronic heaters ever contest Meifus during winter?- Come ingthamtha, the temperature dips down below 5 and its brrrrrr cold. And my mood swings to MMM errr Missing Mumma and Meifu :/. The so called electronic heaters and the uninterrupted power supply cannot replace the ‘meifus’ back at home. There is something about our traditional ‘Meifu’. Subhashchandra Bose Quoted ‘You give me your blood and I will give you independence’. I quote ‘Give me Meifu and Mumma during winter and I am poise to be the bestest girl under the sun’ LOL.


(asshhh the list is unending but am lazy enough to write all- see how a bad girl I am eww!! I know I know)

The Essence of the word-EMA

Just a three lettered word and yet so significantly meaningful- EMA-meaning mother/mom/mumma.

Hmm, the memory is vague enough but I still remember the phrase -EMA LAAKHINI-(anyone can acknowledge me whether it's a name of a movie or a play or a prose since I have lost track of the real context when I came across this phrase)Let me relate why I am mentioning the phrase today in my next blog related to the same.



Well, it's not mother's day but for me today seems to be the real MOTHER"S DAY. I miss her everyday but today I am missing her more than necessary (hehehe yabrane). Last night I saw her in my dreams. She always comes to my dreams whenever I am sick or stressed with hell lotcha works and would always fondle me lovingly in her affectionate ways. Gawd! She is my angel, my sweetheart. This Yaoshang during my home visit I will try to present my Mumma one of the best daughters residing on this blue planet------well tats none other than ME--lolazzzz. Well, I need to work out certain things about how I will make my Mumma proud of me and let me keep this back under privacy policies (ezzz yabrane).



Well, I recently watched a hindi movie---Dashvidaniya---the story of a dying man and how he tries to live the best moments of life before he dies. In that movie I came across a particular song --- Meri Maa Pyaari Maa Mumma--- Gawd! I love the song and tears rolled down my cheeks listening that song. Umm, well one more song which I would love to share is ‘Goodbye is the saddest word' -sung by Celine Dion. It's a wonderful song sung with a theme of a girl's life's journey.....the song reflects how a baby turns into a lady and finally gets wedded and all the while her mumma takes care of her..........such a heartfelt theme in fact hmm. Sharing the lyrics of the song here:




Mamma
You gave life to me
Turned a baby into a lady

Mamma
All you had to offer
Was the promise of a lifetime of love

Now I know
There is no other
Love like a mother's love for her child

And I know
A love so complete
Someday must leave
Must say goodbye

Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear
Goodbye's the last time I will hold you near
Someday you'll say that word and I will cry
It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye

Mamma
You gave love to me
Turned a young one into a woman

Mamma
All I ever needed
Was a guarantee of you loving me

'Cause I know
There is no other
Love like a mother's love for her child

And it hurts so
That something so strong
Someday will be gone, must say goodbye

Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear
Goodbye's the last time I will hold you near
Someday you'll say that word and I will cry
It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye

But the love you gave me will always live
You'll always be there every time I fall
You are to me the greatest love of all
You take my weakness and you make me strong
And I will always love you 'til forever comes

And when you need me
I'll be there for you always
I'll be there your whole life through
I'll be there this I promise you, Mamma

Mamma, I'll be
I'll be your beacon through the darkest nights
I'll be the wings that guide your broken flight
I'll be your shelter through the raging storm
And I will love you 'till forever comes

Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear
Goodbye's the last time I will hold you near
Someday you'll say that word and I will cry
It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye

'Till we meet again...
Until then...
Goodbye


Well, this one goes for my Mumma---I have hardly said I LOVE YOU to anyone (male/female) BUT I LOVE YOU MUMMA and you are all I have to hold on muaaah (sezz yabraney)

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The Ningol- A streamline version

Panthou maangol Khenjonglaang charaai yongkham maangda thaa....samlaang koikaknaribi nuja yetna huum oina oak oina huum yetna oak....paangadem jagoi saariye charei feejil feliye.........



One of the classical melodies sung by Pabung Tombisana and yes my inspirational source for coming up with the theme -The Ningol. The set of ideas I have so far conjured up about this theme is a replica of some sentimental and nostalgic nuances. Excluding myself from the population, I dedicate this piece of article to all those Meitei Chanus who truly deserve to be acknowledged as -The Ningol.



Meesum heibi kanagi yawada.....artha chenbi kanagi meenokta..........She is the source of inspiration of a poet. She is a beacon of hope for a timeless traveler..........................................etc etc. As you all know (and for those who did not know , know it now) I usually detest the very idea of indulging myself in a self appreciation club and moreover if I happen to write some more liners further praising the Ningol, then maybe it would be an indigestive element for the opposite gender (ahem). So, let me keep it short and crisp (hmm). After all crispy things are yummy as well. Alright! I was talking about the Ningol and I am still attaching my strings to the topic. I have zero idea about who is the ideal Ningol in this century and to be honest I am not keen to know in fact. If I have to keep my opinions in black and white then I have many issues with modern Ningols in particular among which I do not even exclude myself. Seems we are really losing our charms and eloquences and all because we have started disbelieving the myths which have been associated with us since time immemorial. But alas! It's not happy news for us. The streamline version of modern Ningol is somehow not that appealing as it used to be. No chastity badge ever maintained....no code of decency ever used......all guilty desires on rein and the elegance is all questioned. Starting from private chat rooms to closed doors in rented apartments in metro politan cities (as well as other cities in India)and in dark cabin rooms in restaurants in Manipur it's all guilty dark tales going on around...I regret admitting this but it was not supposed to be the recipe of my desired theme - The Ningol. My blog may be mercilessly criticized. It may either be appreciated. But I did not write it to be criticized or appreciated. I just wanted to generate an idea to each and every single Ningol in particular. Will you be with me to revive back the lost icon of The Ningol????




I do not mean anything negative towards any gender in this blog. It's just another choiron of mine......please digest with a pinch of salt.....after all it's a slice of life.

Where The Mind is Without Fear ..

WHERE the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Rabindranath Tagore

My Mock- Letter to th. muivah the Khulakpa of NSCN (IM)

(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