Tissue paper issues

Ever wonder if many petty issues of life could easily be wiped away by a tissue paper and thrashed in the dust bin? If so, I would have bought the most expensive brand of tissue paper.

Someone has rightly said that-

Past is waste paper
Present is news paper
Future is question paper

So we are supposed to read and write very carefully if not life is gonna be a tissue paper meant to 'use and thrash'hmmm

Bloody-Shoddy Ema Leibaak eh??

Oh Kangleipaak! where are you heading?
The Hills are armed with bullets
The Valley is a haven of bombs & blood sheds

The bereaved widow bitterly weeps and laments
Blood and tears stain her enafee
While her pungou fanek is mud-smeared

Amid the gloom and doom
The Sons of the Soil eat meat and rejoice
Celebrate their victory over innocence



#pumchai_chairaba_condition @_@

Tha Tha Thabungton- Lyrics

Tha tha thabungton...
Ngaanli chikna nongmadon
Thawan michaak parengna
Uirum uirum lengliye
Tha tha thabungton ...
Lupa mafon leichilna
Tumin tumin taoriye
Haina huumba maalangna
Upaal waapaal sumkharey
Ahing naosum tampaakta
Taibang jeeba uitharey
Tha tha thabungton....
Leichil saagol chingduna
Thaabal dolai tongduna
Palem esei taaduna
Tumkhuun taanlo apisak
Resam nongdon ngaanbada
Chatlo chatlo mangleibaakta..
Tha tha thabungton
Ngaanli chikna nongmadon
Thawan michak parengna
Uirum uirum lengliye
Tha tha thabungton

When Kulabati Met Kulabidhu (1 to 12 chapters)

Chapter One

Until that blessed moment, Kulabati (a 35 years old lesabi aribi) used to loiter around in her own leikai almost every day collecting sendoi and marupki senkhai. Sometimes, she would share a plate of bora kaanghou with her friend Maloti at eney Tamfa's hoten, sometimes she would spend few hours at the leikai co-operative society hall instructing young weavers to weave with more enthusiasm and passion. She keeps telling everyone 'weaving is an art entwined with our own lives'. The numidaangwairams for her are no different with the same old house hold chores. Supporting an age-old father and a good for nothing brother, Kulabati's journey has so far been tough. Over the last few years, her hard work has started bearing fruits and hence her family condition is much improved now. But amidst all these, she had missed her entire youth. While her leikai friends were dating their boyfriends, she had been always busy weaving and running her family with that scarce income that is derived from selling the woven ‘phees’. She can afford everything now but for time….


Chapter Two

Yesterday, we were introduced to our dear Kulabati (the female protagonist of this story)- the 35 years old leisabi sari who has all the way struggled for a better life. Today, let us get familiarized with our dear Ta Kulabidhu (the male protagonist of the story). Ta Kula is a simpleton but for an urban guy. Some years back, his condition was no better than Kulabati's. At a young age, his father left him with a thatched khaangpoksung along with two unmarried sisters and an ailing mother. Life has always been a battle for Ta Kula especially with the responsibilities beyond his good affordability. He almost skipped all the best days of bachelorhood- the leikai chaangang talks with friends, the leipung discussions, the thangnaba leikaigi leisabi laknaba sessions and all. Oh by the way,our ta Kula is now 39 years 4 months 3 weeks and 2 days old. All his friends are settled and also have kids. Ta Kula often avoids crowds and social gatherings just because he is embarrassed by only one question from everyone 'when are you getting married Pakhang Ariba Koktaang?'

But, mind you guys, our Ta Kula isnt that ugly at all. His 'chairuung' reminds anyone of Johnny Depp and skinny & bonny though, he flicks a cute smile despite his missing front teeth.


Chapter Three

It was a fine fairengi afternoon. Kulabti had to visit kwairambandh keithel to buy some faneks for her monthly fanek marup. On her way back home, she paid a visit at her friend Maloti's home at Thambalkhong. On the very day itself, Ta Kula also had to visit a friend who stays in Maloti's leikai. A fine afternoon it was, with the sun lazily shining in the sky. After the usual 'paisa paanabis' and leisabi talks, Maloti & Kulabati came towards the famous Thambalkhongi pan dukan for a kwa matap each. Biren (Kula's friend) and Kula were also co-incidentally coming towards the same pan dukan. Parking aside his LML Vespa, Ta Kula headed towards the pan dukan and there he saw Maloti and Kulabati for the first time. Seeing the two guys around, the unsure leisabi aribis were a little coy. At the right time, Biren saw Maloti and exclaimed 'ehh Maloti kwa chadoira? Ezz ngasidi ei leiramagey' and later to the Pan Dukan lady, 'Eney Kwa Matap Anidanga' the pan dukan eney asked - Saat or beesh? Kulabiti replied 'Beesh ney eney'. Those were the few words Kulabati ever uttered so far. After the usual round of introductions and little chit chats, they said bye to one another and left the spot. Nothing special happened that day. Kulabati didnt even notice Kulabidhu that day. As usual, she was deeply engrossed in her thoughts about how many marupki senkhais are left to be collected, how much sendois she has to count etc etc. Well, from Ta Kula's side its a different story. Lets find out what is Ta Kula's story in the next episode.


Chapter Four

When time is right and ripe, one knows no bounds to be at his best. That’s exactly the situation/ condition with Ta Kulabidhu. Ever since that day, Ta Kula is no more the mundane and boring Pakhang ariba. He has dyed his hair with Godrej Kali Mehandi, got a Garnier Light cream, also bought a very very sexy deo (ehey SET WET deospray ). The cream of the crop opportunity is that it’s finally yaoshang. He has so far expressed his feelings to his friend Biren. And through Maloti’s help, they have somehow found out the exact location of Kulabati’s leikai. It’s the third day of yaoshang. By 3:00 Pm, the duo (Biren and Kulabidhu) reached eche Kulabati’s leikai. The two keep waiting for Kulabati to turn up at her leikai lampaak (quite sure as if they are hitting the wall with a stone sezz) It was around 4:00 PM when Eche Kulabati finally turns up with her cousins to watch the evening sports and events at her leikai lampaak. On her way to the lampaak she grinned seeing Biren (but didnt notice Kulabidhu) and asked ‘Ehh Ta Biren Kadomdeino’. Birenly modestly replied ‘ ezz Kulabidhu na nakhoi leikai koiruse na laaklijatni suum, chaa thakhisi laodana’. Ta Kula’s face was blushing so far, His face looks exactly like a ‘heinou amunba’. Today Biren properly introduced Kulabidhu to Kulabati for the first time. Kulabati (gobbling the last morsel of yeroom afutpa) asked Kulabidhu ‘ Kari kari hotnabirige somdi’. Kulabidhu’s facial expression then was worth a watch when he heard Kulabati- his Kulabati asking him something for the very first time. They didn’t talk much except for topics like who is doing what and some general issues like yaoshang, sports, etc etc. The evening gradually transcends and Kula and Biren had to leave. Eche Kulabati asked them to turn up for the ‘,mangani numitki thaabal’. Will Kulabidhu turn up for the thaabal? Let’s find out what happens in the next episode.

Chapter Five

The yaoshang thaabal was quite a mockery for eche Kulabati and Ta Kula, Yaoshang thabaals are no more meant for Leisabi Aribis & Pakhang Aribas. Sadly true but a little indigestive for those damsels and dudes who look forward to a ‘hitching chance’ during one such festival, Three days after the yaoshang festival, Ta Kula finally wrote a letter to Eche Kulabati, The letter reads this way-

Eigi Chanabi Kulabati,

I don’t have flair in writing letters. So, you must excuse me for any mistake or inappropriate word used in this epistle, I am indeed a simpleton who doesn’t have any idea how to win a lady’s heart. Please excuse me for my naiveness as I am not a perfect Pakhang . I intend not to be a perfect guy as well, But if there is one thing I can perfectly guarantee, it’s my sincerest regards for you that are very much prone to a beautiful emotion that the world describes as ‘Love’. How many years of our lives we have wasted compromising and sacrificing all our ardent whims and fancies? I now wish not to waste any more time. I don’t know if it is appropriate to ask for your hand through this letter but if you can justify my heartfelt emotions please BE MY BRIDE, MARRY ME. I cannot promise you the sun, moon or the stars but I can vow to watch them all with you. Darling, I don’t intend to persuade you for anything. If there is even a minute place for me in your heart, please write back.

Nahaaki

Ta Kula

Will eche Kulabati write back to Ta Kula? If yes, how will she react to his proposal? Let’s find out in the next episode :P

Chapter Six


A lovelorn Ta Kulabidhu eagerly waited for Eche Kulabati’s ‘Nungshi Chithi’ for a whole week. These seven days for Ta Kulabidhu were the toughest days of his entire Pakhang-hood days. He lost sleep, lost appetite and prefers staying alone somewhere near the Nobaap Paanbi in his ingkhol and sometimes at the yenakhagi ‘waapal marak’. Love is such a herculean emotion; it can construct or destroy anyone’s life ehh! Coming to normalcy was a little impossible for Ta Kula for the time being. ‘ Mahaakna kari khanliba, eigi wahang singduna mangonda yaamna ayetpa oiraba jatla? Karigino mahaakna minungsi asuk khangdriba?’ these perturbing thoughts keep pondering in Ta Kula’s mind for all these days. Unable to bear his ‘charaangnaraba waakhal’ he finally wrote another letter to Eche Kulabati which reads this way-

(Letter in Manipuri)

Kulabi,

Lamta thaa su loikhare, sajibu mahaakna laakpagi harao tayamba marak asida, eigi thamoi asida haifam khangdaba cheina ama faoribase atei kanagi natey nasunglangini. Eihaaki wahangi paokhum amatang pibiraklabadi eigi ekhou laanglaba thamoi amuktang ney naa taagadra haina khanjei. Ningol pukning amuktangdi khangning ee..

Nangi nungsi wakhalda ngaoraba nahaaki

Ta Kula

The letter somehow reached Eche Kulabati through Maloti. And it is a hilarious reaction from Eche Kulabati when Maloti asked her to be a little empathetic to Ta Kula’s condition. A brief conversation between Maloti and Kulabati reads this way- (conversation in Manipuri)

Maloti ‘ Ebema nangsu nathamoi kanmaley, kariginow nangna paokhum amata handriba’

Kulabati ‘ Assh ngaikhoda charaangnakhinu, handak marupki paisa khara chenei, sendoi kharasu hunlaktri, Pakhang ariba dugi waariga amta chungdri mataangsida’

Ahem! All the while Eche Kulabati was bothered about all her marupki senkhais and sendois giving a damn to Ta Kula’s letter.

Karam Thoklagaba? Let’s find out in the next episode.

Chapter Seven

Another week has passed and a forlorn Ta Kulabidhu keeps anticipating for a reply from Eche Kulabati. Meanwhile, all the sendoi and senkhai issues were resolved and eche Kulabati is finally herself again. It was few days after sajibugi nongma paan bagi cheiraoba, Eche Kulabati was taking an auto-ride from kwairambandh keithel after collecting her faneks for the marup. On her way back home, she saw a guy who (to her) resembles Ta Kulabidhu, she gave a cute grin (considering the guy as Ta Kula). The guy didn’t even notice her grin and crisscrossed her way riding his Vespa. A not so usual thought suddenly struck in eche Kulabati’s mind. Some accompanying questions also came up such as ‘Wasn’t that guy that Pakhang ariba who just wrote few letters to me recently?’ ‘If yes, why didn’t he smile or call me back?’ ‘Makok leikhatpa jatla masey’ etc etc. Lost in all such thoughts, eche didn’t even notice the auto-driver asking her to get down near her thongaal. No sooner than she reaches home, she went to Maloti’s home to relate what happened on the way. The conversation reads this way – (conversation in Manipuri)

Eche Kulabi- ‘Hingchabi eibu ngasidi chopira keinom touwemee’

Maloti – ‘ Eh keidoure ebemma, kanaga amuk sendoi paanabada marei yetnarure?’ (considering it to be the usual sendoi issue)

Eche- ‘ Natey mee nangbo, ngasai lambelda eidi Pakhang ariba koktaangdo maanle na kananomda noklure aduga maa natraba khangde hunna noklamdana gaari thouraga chatkhibei wani’

Maloti- “Ta Kula oiramoiye keisu ebemma, maanabu nangna noklaklaga noklaktradi loiredana. Nangi sono chubido khit amuk houraklanu adui saruk hayai seedum chaasi lao’

Relishing the hayai, Eche Kulabi starts thinking/feeling something unusual in her mind/heart. What could be this something? Is Eche Kulabi finally going to be a changed Leisabi aribi? Let’s find out in the next episode.

Chapter Eight

Dazzling Sajibu days pass away quickly and swiftly. ‘Kaalen tha’ knocks at the seasonal door, ready to barge in anytime. Come ‘Sajibugi Purnima’, soothing Ta Kula’s ‘Omchaaknaraba thamoi’. His mother has been so far worried about the sudden change in the behavioral norms of her son. She even visited a ‘Maiba’ at Khurai Leirikyengbam Leikai to consult whether her son has any ‘paangdaba dosa’ on his way. The melodramatic Maiba asked her to make some offerings on behalf of her son as soon as possible. Ta Kula’s mother has even made all the offerings as suggested by the ‘Maiba’, but she observes no change in her son’s changed behavioral norms. The big question here is ‘Can a Maiba really cure a lovelorn Ta Kula?’

On the other hand, Eche Kulabati seems to have realized her own avoided feelings so far. She seems to be a little changed. The seasonal alteration from cool Sajibu to scorching Kaalentha is opposite to Eche Kulabati’s unexpected change in her thoughts and mannerisms. She seems more cool and calm, a little more concerned and yes a Leisabi in every sense of the word. Sometimes, while calculating the marukpi senkhais and sendois, she finds herself scribbling something in her marupki boi and sometimes she finds herself lost in her own thoughts like- ‘karigino eigi thamoise asuk laangtaknariba, eigi wakhalsisu leitafam khangde, leppa leitana chentharakliba turelgi echelgum karigi eina khanludaba waakhal mayam ase atat akham leitana khanlaklibano, ei maram amadi khangning ee. Eina khanlibase ‘maagi’ wakhal la, oiragana kari? Eibu chithi amadi ekhisiraney mangonda, kuire mapaosu taakhidaba, laangtaknabase amuktangdi kok hanlagay…ei chithi amadi eragay’.

A chithi from Eche Kulabati to Ta Kulabidhu? Aw! Let’s read that (nungsi) chithi in the next episode :P

Chapter Nine

Emancipation of emotional anticipation is but a tough task for any mortal sans any gender issue. For Eche Kulabati, it has been the toughest task so far to pen down a letter addressed to Ta Kulabidhu. The letter reads this way-

(Letter in Manipuri)
Ta Kula,

Kari haidoine khangde. Marupki paisa paabadafao asuk yaamna matha saakhide ei. Nangna tharakpa chithi mayamdo loina fung -ee paasu pakhre..mompaak makhada marupki boi amada yepsinlaga thamkhibani. Eidi eshagi oina nungsi nung on waari saaba heite. Nangdouna sahitya fajaba sijinaraga seithabasu heite. Aduna eina eriba waaheisingse nang laana khanganu, khanlagana khanjaredana..kari upaidi lei. Nangna eingonda nungsi haibra paami haibra haibado ei thajade haibadi natey adubu, akhoigi chahi mataangsida adugumbagi matam leidou maande haina khanli. Makha taaba waarigi oiradi khanasi. Thot nouna haiba heitrasu, wakhaldi ing tapna khanba ngamni,,nakhoigi ema hoi, echan hoigi maramdasu waari khara saning ee. Nongma kwa chaaba oina suum haidorak u Maloti hoiromda. Unaraga ngaihaak waari saaba yabara yengsi. Chithi eba yam heite eidi aduna swaida loisinlageyko.

Kulabati

It’s funny how Eche Kulabati could be such a carefree soul. She cares about Ta Kula yet she doesn’t know how to show her affection, maybe she is not used to hosting such tender feelings or emotions for anyone so far, maybe she needs time to soften her ‘nungumlaba thamoi’. Let time teach her new lessons about love and its avid ways of expressions. Till then, let’s keep waiting for Ta Kula’s reaction to Eche Kulabati’s letter (in the next episode) :-)

Chapter Ten

The ongoing 'Olaangtha' entwines with the 'thamogi meichaak' that Ta Kula has for these months. Ta Biren's message from Maloti about Eche Kulabati's wish to meet him soon is more or less a 'respite' for a sober 'ta Kula' both from the seasonal restlessness and of course from his heart ache. Like the first showers of ‘ingagi nongju’ sprouting new hopes and joie de vivre in his ‘thamoi’, ta Kula’s happiness knows no bounds to hear from his beloved ‘Kulabi’ The much awaited ‘program day’ is today.Eche Kulabati turns up at eche Maloti’s home by afternoon. They are supposed to catch up at the famous ‘thambalkhongi eney memmagi hotel’. Ta Kula is accompanied by Ta Biren. The four of them meet at the hotel by 3 PM. It was the most unusual day for Ta Kula and Eche Kulabati. Sitting at one of the corners of the hotel, Eche Kulabati's face looks so lovely -blushed and a little coyed like a 'purnima oigadouba nongma waatlibi nongdol atiyagi thaja'. Breaking the pin drop silence amongst them, Ta Biren orders plates of bora kaanghou and chaa for them. Meanwhile eche Maloti starts talking to ta Kula -

'So Ta Kula, kamdouriba?' Kulabi has been asking me about you every now and then'

'Ta Kula replies ' iss asengbaraney?, I thought people have less time to bother about others these days you know Maloti' (secretly glancing at Eche Kulabi with his face emitting all his love under the sun for eche Kulabati)

A coyed eche Kulabati replied ' You guys are really upto something, can we talk about other things, oh by the way (addressing to Ta Biren & Kulabidhu) would you guys be interested to join a marup that we are soon going to start? The amount would come to around 1 lakh'

Baah! was it a good time for Eche Kulabati to start the same old boring topic again? Especially today??An ideal leisari aribi that she is, maybe she really needs some more time to change herself. Let us find out how the 'bora program' works out for them in the next episode. :D

Chapter Eleven

It was more or less a 'mangfaonakhidraba manglan ama' for Ta Kulabidhu on that day when his chivalrous attempts to win Eche Kulabati's heart were all in vain. He has so far become disheartened with his 'paangkhokla esing chaiba' efforts. In a half-giving up state of mind, he returns home that evening like a 'punsigi laanfamda maithiraba laanmee ama'. On his way, he had to stop by the Keithel to buy some insaang naapis. Wearing a taunted and defeated look, he dully finishes buying the vegetables and was coming towards his Vespa when he suddenly bumps at someone (who turns out to be a 'Leishabi'). In a frantic state, he apologizes -‘ehey soikhre saoba yaadeko'. The so called Leishabi replied with a smile 'Karisu kaideda Tamo' re-gathering those 'mangao thina choijainaraba samlaangs beside her naa-rum again'. ' Mi chinbasida uhouda touni sao yaadeko', uttering these words, Ta Kula hurries his steps towards his Vespa and drives away as if he is taking part in a 'Vespa Lamjel'.
But then he carries along a sudden, mixed and strange feeling. And the interior monologue in his mind reads this way 'Maagi minoktufaodi pose tainey kanagi machanupi bu oirajatno'.

Is Ta Kula going to call it a 'quit' about his love for Eche Kulabati? Will he meet this new girl again? Let us find out in the next episode along with a brief introduction about the new character 'Memcha' - the girl Ta Kula met today.

Chapter Twelve

Memcha’s personality is a complete contrast to Eche Kulabati’s. Soft-spoken and feminine in every sense of the word, Memcha represents one of the contemporary Manipuri Leishabis who knows the right tactic and trick to woo any man who comes along her way. Also the only daughter of her parents, she grew up as a princess with all her whims and fancies mostly fulfilled. Memcha’s dad is a ‘Thikadaar’- a famous ‘senjao paiba’ in his Leikai and she has three elder brothers who are all well-settled. Four years junior to eche Kulabati, it is the right marriageable age for Memcha. Her parents are in fact seeking suitable matches for her these days.

The next day after the ‘flopped program numit’, Eche Kulabati had an overdose of singju and heinou ametpa because of which she is taking part in a solo-baaltin lamjel. It’s been three days yet there isn’t any sign of recovery so far. Her worried family called upon a doctor and she is currently under medication. Wearing a fatigued look she has become more skinny and bonny within these few days. Eche Maloti pays her a visit on the third day. Eche Maloti kiddingly teases Eche Kulabi, ‘ Ebema, nathamoi kanmanbei nabuukta oina tainarey kalak penli’. Eche Kula ‘ Ee ee eina kari kamaina thamoi kanliba kanagi mataangda’. With a long ‘sigh’, Eche Maloti didn’t want to continue the talk. She diverted the topic to something else.

For Ta Kula, everything is puzzled. It is impossible to seek respite for his heart these days. And meanwhile, Memcha’s smile keeps teasing his thoughts. He sometimes wonders whether he would meet her again at the same keithel. The next moment, eche Kulabati’s love tickles his heart and he feels forlorn and murmurs to himself ‘ madugi nupido thamoi kanmanlida’.

Will Ta Kula try to forget Eche Kulabati in the coming days? Will he try to meet Memcha again? Let us find out in the next upcoming episodes.

A Gruesome Guy

The road silent and somnolent
With a tranquil speech of its own
The only thuds of weary steps tapping
Down the narrow impoverished street
The dull street lamp half-yawns
And the old park bench shivers
A loaf of yesterday’s bread in his hand
A bottle of ale already half-empty
A disinterested smile he flicked
And walked towards his cottage
# The tattered unlocked cottage
Where broken dreams and shattered hopes
Scatter here and there all around #
Aint no wood to kindle the hearth
Aint no stove to cook supper
Aint no company to cherish him
A loathsome life that he leads
Shunned away from everyone

A multi-billionaire's dream in a thatched khangpoksung

In a thatched khaangpoksung beside a leaning kaangthol
There he sits, enjoying his chaangang
The pomfri he wears is smelly
And there are holes a many
But he sits idle, engrossed in his dreams

‘My neighbour recently got a Honda City
Last year they bought I 10
I can also buy a Mercedes (someday)
Once I hit the jackpot
I will build even a bungalow
-(a two storey bungalow with terrace garden)

My Memton will be happy then
She wont borrow money any
From Eneton, Shyama or Binasakhi
No more baaki-siki
At the local Mitlao's store


Our little 'boiton' will this time
Get admitted at DBS
He will go to school by van
Our neighbour 'Naoton's Van
With Naobi as the driver

I have never boarded a flight
This time I will travel places
Jet Airways's air hostesses are not hot
So I will take Kingfisher Airlines
And fly like a king in the sky

Oh Memton just for a while
Dont u please yell
I am lost in a multi-billionaire's dreams
And all the while you scream
To fetch you a kilo of rice...

To Hell With Expectation!!!

Expectation at times cripples our source of happiness. What seemed so picture perfect suddenly becomes dull and boring with expectation intruding in between. What is the big deal about this expectation? Why we humans are prone to expecting things our way? Cant we lead a pretty normal life without any anticipation of what is going to beget what? Oh come on! While pondering over various expectations we simply forget to concentrate on our lives.

You cannot probably dream of leading the best life with all the afforded luxuries. That's way too materialistic. And as they say, you can buy a well-adorned bed with your money but not really sleep. At the end of the day, its better to retire as a happy man with whatever little or big you have in your life. Greed and expectation in my earnest view are synonymous. The lesser their dose, the happier you gonna lead your life. By and by- to hell with expectation!!!

'EDS- Emotional Deficiency Syndrome' whats that?

These days I feel like I have become a pseudo patient succumbed to EDS (Emotional Deficiency Syndrome). I dont know why but I often feel I am not myself anymore. The signs and symptoms of my illness include the following-

1. Happiness Phobia (that means I am scared to be happy)

2. Irregular mood swings (like that of a pendulum?)

3. Mismatched-thoughts (off and on mode)

Are my symptoms pretty normal? Has anyone gone through or felt the same? I need to know. I want to know. Phew!

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

Absence doesnt make your heart grow fonder but colder- well, check out!!!!!!!

Thanks to one of the digital friends! I have started igniting my vested interest to start blogging in this site again. Duh!!!!

Hmm, when you are whisking your mind umpteen times during the first half of a working Tuesday, then its easier for anyone to guess that you either don’t have any work for the day or else you have fastened up any work you had during the first few minutes or hours and relax with an empty mind- (nothing officially occupied). If you ever avail of one such situation god bless you!! For the time being God is blessing me (lol). But I doubt I can continue with all these mundane craps which do not fit to be a good topic of re-entering this site again (whew!).

Here I go, 1, 2 and 3.

For the time being my mind is trickling through a funny idea. I suppose she (personifying my dumbo mind) has a penchant for something extra ordinarily ordinary. Well, let me stick back to some psychological substance---- zzzzzzzzz---- Distance relations do not work. Yes, (with an ironically murky smile) it doesn’t work at all. No one can dare sue me to make it a lucid affirmation (grrrrrrrr).

I have been surveying upon my friends, near and dear ones, relatives etc etc etc and sadly I could figure out that long distant relations have just 20% chances of survival (sob sob). Do you want me to cite an example?? Ok I am reluctant to do so. There is this cousin of mine who has been relocated from Bangalore to Manipur for a decent post in some banking sector. His GF (say any name N) stayed back in Bangalore. I have a very dedicated habit of orkuting every day and whenever I would log in I would not miss those heartbreaking status updates of N – Happy to be single finally, he doesn’t deserve me, Glad to be myself..etc etc etc ….wha!!!!!!!!! I don’t mean to mock N or my cousin but I could sense that distance factor was taking a toll upon their relation. They were almost on the verge of break up (I am still not sure if they have patched up or not).


In ancient days our elders used to quote that’ laapnaraga henli nungsinaba’ which synonymously means ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’. But in modern day romance, there is a big BUT to this saying. Things have changed, people are more materialized and in the pursuit of excellence maybe people do not have time to ponder over tiny things in our lives that used to make us happy. Emotions are in fact alienated. So, the bottom line is absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder anymore; absence makes you grow older while your heart becomes colder.

Be right back!!

Adieu!

An adieu note to 2009

Whew! Just an adieu note for 2009---one of the stubborn years of my life .....Adios!

Survey Report Of Encountering A 'Digital Bhoot'

(The content I am uploading here has got nothing to do with any personal experience. It is another vivid mimicry of my chuckling thoughts)

Ever heard about ‘DIGITAL BHOOT’ (ghost)? I suppose a strict ‘No’. Well, let me share an experience of encountering a digital bhoot via this blog today quoting some characteristics of an ideal digital bhoot:

1. Alluring personality- Until you realise he/she is a BHOOT you will find him/her an alluring character. Of all the persons you meet in digital planet, you would love to spend maximum time with him or her and its all because you think he or she is one among many. (ahu ahu).

2. An impeccable communicator- ‘Aha!’ this is true to its utmost level. Ideal digital bhoots have got an impeccable skill to communicate with anyone. So, communicating with him/her can be a pleasing experience.

3. Simultaneously haunting and taunting: When you don’t get to see him or her around, you will find your mind getting haunted or taunted. You are not sure of what you seem to be missing. And by the time confusion over-rules your conscience you realise your folly (ehh).


4. Down/up to earth trait. He/she doesn’t belong, he/she doesn’t exist on this earth hence he/she is most often down or up to earth. He/she would make you feel that – ‘oh I have been longing enough to meet you and it seems I have waited long enough to meet you’. Yearning, eagerness, curiosity, urges, blah blah blah etc are the right vocabularies to describe your multi-faceted feelings during such circumstances (khi3).

5. Consistently hesitant by nature. A digital bhoot never ever wants to mingle up with earthly affairs and that is the sole reason why he or she would repeatedly hesitate to leak any kind of ghostly or ghastly information about himself or herself.

P:S: A digital bhoot can be anyone you have come across in digital planet via a chat room or a social networking site. Beware guys haa! lolaaz..

Understanding 'Kundo Pareng' (a Ningol's thought salad)

Kundo Pareng- sounds an endearing phrase right? Simultaneously tickles your unperturbed whims and fancies about that ‘Luhongba Numit' (especially for every Ningol I know it sure does). One ‘Kundo Pareng' stands testimonial to the whole event of uniting the ‘Bor' and the ‘Kanya' in our traditional Meitei Luhongba. (ahem waarido).



During my sister's marriage I have observed the ‘Kundo Pareng Lengba' ceremony by the bride. I could read my sister's blushing face and could also sense the goose bumps she was having during that particular ceremony. Besides photographing those cherishable moments of her life, I never gave any thought about the ‘Kundo Pareng lengba' part of any Meitei wedding. But watching her wedding video with some back ground sound track ‘saatloney saatlo leika fanna saatlone kundo leiraang leinungsi..' tickled the lulled feminism within me and forced some unnoticed smiles upon my lips. That was one particular moment when I started igniting a keen research upon the Meitei Luhongba style like never before (yabrane). Some garlanded thoughts today remixed with that long forgotten feeling and pampered me to post this blog sezzzz.



Well, I still don't have any idea whether ‘Kundo pareng lengba' will be quite a top-notch moment amidst the entire series of hulla-bulla events during my wedding in the making. However, I am very much sure of myself that no matter what and how I will never garland my most precious ‘Kundo Pareng' to the wrong guy who doesn't deserve it (chaahey kuch bhi ho jaaye HARGEEZ NAHI) lolzzz...



I would love to continue this blog but alas I don't have any more stuff to add since I am still Greek to so many things about ‘Luhongba'. So, let this be an unfinished blog until I grasp some more fresh ideas.





N:B: Unleashing some typical whims and fancies via a blog doesn't sound a bad idea right???...(lolz) yabrane?????

Know Men or NO Men--whatever here are some tips to keep in mind before you finally go around with a guy

(This is for each and every Ningol who is looking out for a guy to date)


1. Say no to sweetus. Never go for a guy who talks sweet and says yes yes to u all the time. Sweet are the uses of adversity (ahem).

2. Keep mild expectations.Between anticipations and realization there are miles of steps and procedures to cover up. Make sure you don't expect much so that it takes lesser steps to reach the promised destination ehh. Girls generally raise more expectations than guys though each girly expectation speaks about a meaningful content.


3. Give him time. Men need time to commit themselves. They are not some ready-fishes all set to be fried in the heated pan. They like it when you are patient. ((((((((((twist of the tale here)))))) to be honest enough you are not giving him time, he is instead giving you time to decide (sssh mode).

4. Try some make-belief plays, they work. Men always want to believe that they are superior and that they can afford themselves to be emotionally relied upon. You just have to make sure that you are a little dramatic and yes act stupid (remember act).

5. Hold the key to unlock his every whim and fancy. Once you do so he will always loiter around you as he thinks you know him more than anyone does. He will follow you like a sweet cuddly puppy. All you have to take care is a timely dose of the fourth rule again least he comes to realise the same lolaaz.



I don't have a habit of sharing more than 5 rules per blog. Rest of the tips will be uploaded on request (khi3).



Bye bye!