Long lost friends…

By Wangkheimayum Bhupendra Singh As I sat on my balcony, environed by the afternoon breeze, looking over the far horizon, where the Baruni peak meets the winter sky, my mind

By Wangkheimayum Bhupendra Singh

As I sat on my balcony, environed by the afternoon breeze, looking over the far horizon, where the Baruni peak meets the winter sky, my mind drifted off on its own to the past, moving fast across cities I had been to, rivers I had crossed, skies I had flown over bringing back the faces I had met and known but long lost as life’s pages turned. Then my mind stopped at a certain point, and I couldn’t help but smile at the memories from long time back.

Some time back, a dear old friend had shared with us this photograph on a social networking site, igniting old memories among many of us friends.

The old picture, taken of our class in MPS way back in the early 1990’s, ignited a chain of thoughts that particular afternoon, breaking the monotones of an otherwise dull afternoon and encouraged me to write this.

What made it all the more endearing was that it was shared on a platform – where almost all of those in the frame could see it and relive the past, share memories from what has long been forgotten and forsaken and most importantly bring back together old classmates.

The photograph took me back into time when the open fields were our only playgrounds before the TVs and the video games replaced them, and I could safely assume that it ignited the same feeling of nostalgia among my former classmates.

It took me back into the time when we were still concern with what our mothers must have loaded our tiffin-boxes with and with whom to share them and less with what we were going to learn in school.

I sat and remembered of the times when we still had the energy to run across the grounds until our faces turn a crimson red and fold our hands to drink with all cares forsaken from the common water tank.

Life started off pretty simple. I was once a toddler my parents told me. You ran after the butterflies and tried to catch the rainbow and your own shadow, my mother smiled remembering my early years.

From the vague memories I could still remember, I made friends with the toad, tied a piece of cloth around my shoulder to become the super hero that I dreamt of becoming one day and protect my limited world from my imaginary villains.

“And then one fine day you went off to school and came back with a bag full of queries and dreams; that was when your life became intense and demanding,” mama sighed.

According to mama, with each passing year, my queries became more intense and difficult to answer until it became almost impossible.

Now that I am looking for answers on my own and working to realise my dreams, how I wish to be a toddler again when I was oblivious of life’s seemingly unreasonable demands.

Life could be pretty harsh was the first of many advices my parents offered me and my brothers and sister.

“Time and tide waits for none” was the second or so.

Preparation for my life ahead had begun the day I was born and lay on my mother’s lap as she sang my first lullaby.

Nevertheless, school was where I learnt a lot and where I met them all… where we met our first best friends and for many their first innocent crushes… and a few were even lucky enough to have found their soulmate.

Coming back to my memories, a decade and a half has passed since we shared the same fear for exams, exchanged class notes, shared pakoras at the canteen, etc. And like the many friends who had grown apart for long and came face to face once again we dreamt on to have a get-together, see what we have all missed out from one another’s life.

We sure had made plans to meet, set a date, a venue where we could all be once again the child we can never be again.

The plan is yet to see the light of day but nonetheless the photograph had already done its bit and ignited the desired camaraderie among us long lost friends and we continue as of today to meet as much as we are allowed to meet online.

This means that now many of us are in touch and are involved in frequent and long indulgences in a series of group and individual chats on the internet on a daily basis as if on a mission to catch up for all the lost time. The chats are often long and many a time just a friendly banter but at times it does wander into interesting topics.

This time around we started off with inquiring about one another, how life has been treating us, unlike in the past when we were finger led by our parents and teachers into the classroom.

To cut a long story short I would quote a beautiful song of The Carpenters’ “Yesterday Once More”, one of a few personal favourite “All my best memories come back clearly to me, some can even make me cry, just like before. It’s yesterday once more.”

Read more / Original news source: http://kanglaonline.com/2015/12/long-lost-friends/

Long lost friends…

By Wangkheimayum Bhupendra Singh As I sat on my balcony, environed by the afternoon breeze, looking over the far horizon, where the Baruni peak meets the winter sky, my mind

By Wangkheimayum Bhupendra Singh

As I sat on my balcony, environed by the afternoon breeze, looking over the far horizon, where the Baruni peak meets the winter sky, my mind drifted off on its own to the past, moving fast across cities I had been to, rivers I had crossed, skies I had flown over bringing back the faces I had met and known but long lost as life’s pages turned. Then my mind stopped at a certain point, and I couldn’t help but smile at the memories from long time back.

Some time back, a dear old friend had shared with us this photograph on a social networking site, igniting old memories among many of us friends.

The old picture, taken of our class in MPS way back in the early 1990’s, ignited a chain of thoughts that particular afternoon, breaking the monotones of an otherwise dull afternoon and encouraged me to write this.

What made it all the more endearing was that it was shared on a platform – where almost all of those in the frame could see it and relive the past, share memories from what has long been forgotten and forsaken and most importantly bring back together old classmates.

The photograph took me back into time when the open fields were our only playgrounds before the TVs and the video games replaced them, and I could safely assume that it ignited the same feeling of nostalgia among my former classmates.

It took me back into the time when we were still concern with what our mothers must have loaded our tiffin-boxes with and with whom to share them and less with what we were going to learn in school.

I sat and remembered of the times when we still had the energy to run across the grounds until our faces turn a crimson red and fold our hands to drink with all cares forsaken from the common water tank.

Life started off pretty simple. I was once a toddler my parents told me. You ran after the butterflies and tried to catch the rainbow and your own shadow, my mother smiled remembering my early years.

From the vague memories I could still remember, I made friends with the toad, tied a piece of cloth around my shoulder to become the super hero that I dreamt of becoming one day and protect my limited world from my imaginary villains.

“And then one fine day you went off to school and came back with a bag full of queries and dreams; that was when your life became intense and demanding,” mama sighed.

According to mama, with each passing year, my queries became more intense and difficult to answer until it became almost impossible.

Now that I am looking for answers on my own and working to realise my dreams, how I wish to be a toddler again when I was oblivious of life’s seemingly unreasonable demands.

Life could be pretty harsh was the first of many advices my parents offered me and my brothers and sister.

“Time and tide waits for none” was the second or so.

Preparation for my life ahead had begun the day I was born and lay on my mother’s lap as she sang my first lullaby.

Nevertheless, school was where I learnt a lot and where I met them all… where we met our first best friends and for many their first innocent crushes… and a few were even lucky enough to have found their soulmate.

Coming back to my memories, a decade and a half has passed since we shared the same fear for exams, exchanged class notes, shared pakoras at the canteen, etc. And like the many friends who had grown apart for long and came face to face once again we dreamt on to have a get-together, see what we have all missed out from one another’s life.

We sure had made plans to meet, set a date, a venue where we could all be once again the child we can never be again.

The plan is yet to see the light of day but nonetheless the photograph had already done its bit and ignited the desired camaraderie among us long lost friends and we continue as of today to meet as much as we are allowed to meet online.

This means that now many of us are in touch and are involved in frequent and long indulgences in a series of group and individual chats on the internet on a daily basis as if on a mission to catch up for all the lost time. The chats are often long and many a time just a friendly banter but at times it does wander into interesting topics.

This time around we started off with inquiring about one another, how life has been treating us, unlike in the past when we were finger led by our parents and teachers into the classroom.

To cut a long story short I would quote a beautiful song of The Carpenters’ “Yesterday Once More”, one of a few personal favourite “All my best memories come back clearly to me, some can even make me cry, just like before. It’s yesterday once more.”

Read more / Original news source: http://kanglaonline.com/2015/12/long-lost-friends/

Manipur’s problem is primarily one of an abdication of moral and civic responsibility by its elite

By Pradip Phanjoubam In many ways, Manipur has forgotten to celebrate. It only knows how to observe days of gloom carefully selected from its recent and past experiences. If there

By Pradip Phanjoubam

In many ways, Manipur has forgotten to celebrate. It only knows how to observe days of gloom carefully selected from its recent and past experiences. If there is anything as a dark era, this must be it for the state. The illuminating fire of optimism and hope has receded and in its place are images of suffering, protests, blockades, bandhs, mindless violence, ethnic tensions, xenophobic campaigns… and the list can go on.

While this tells of a somewhat omnipresent oppressive atmosphere that elicits a dark and pessimistic response, it also speaks volumes of the dark mindset of people of this state, kept alive either by memories of trauma and oppression of the past, or else careful reconstruction and reorganization of these memories by people with genuinely warped vision or else vested interest in keeping this perennial public angst alive.

It is as if the place has never seen anything worthwhile in its secular arena to celebrate in its recent history. It celebrates religious festivals no doubt, but these are not historical markers. On the other hand they tell a universal tale of faith and beliefs.

In its secular world the mindset is nothing short of uncanny. Even in areas where victory and defeat are juxtaposed in close proximity of each other, the place has picked out the defeat to make it an occasion to observe and neglected the victory. One is reminded of the ridiculous situation captured in the phrase, ‘snatching defeat from the jaws of victory’ when contemplating Manipur’s predicament.

Obviously Manipur’s history, both of the pre-colonial as well as post-colonial periods would have been marked by trauma, and indeed both its official historical records in the royal chronicles as well as in its myths and fables, evidences of these are abundant.

The notion of a golden age therefore is largely absent. The best known kings of yore are those with military a reputation of invading neighbouring countries, King Pamheiba or later Garibaniwaj, 1709-1748 being arguably the foremost. He was an able successor of his father Charairongba,1697-1709, also known for his military prowess.

There will be those who argue, the reign of King Pamheiba’s grandson, King Chingthangkhompa, 1759-1760, more popularly known as King Bheigyachandra, is Manipur’s golden age. But even King Bheigyachandra had to continually face invasions after invasions from Ava (Burma), and a good part of his kingship was in exile. He did bring about a cultural transformation of his kingdom, most importantly choreographing the Ras Lila, which was, according to the myths associated with the dance form, revealed to him in a dream by his God, Krishna.

There is a phrase in Manipuri “Chahong-Ngahongba” (plenty of rice and fish) or roughly paraphrased as time of plenty, but this is more of a prayer and a wish of the community, and is associated with the deity Imoinu. What is unfortunately missing is, this prayer for a time of plenty, has seldom been recorded as having translated into secular administrative will to ensure such a condition of plenty. Circumstantial evidences point to the fact that war preparedness apparently was primary to the kingdom’s survival. Some explain this to be the reason why women play such a major role in keeping the economy floating, tending the paddies or peopling the marketplaces, men being for most of the time engaged in military duties.

Manipur’s history indeed is replete with invasions by Ava, the most devastating ones coming ever since the installation of the Konbaung Dynasty after the exit of the Tungoo Dynasty. Historians now say constant raids by peripheral states, most importantly Manipur, contributed to swift slide of the Tungoo domain into disintegration. This is probably why the founder of the Konbaung Dynasty, King Alaungpaya, upon ascending the Ava throne in 1752, raided Manipur and he himself took part in the campaign. That campaign too was also apparently devastating, and probably would not seen a parallel had not his grandson, King Bagidaw, 1819-1837, outdid him in the sweep as well as cruelty with which he invaded Manipur and Assam, leading ultimately to the Treaty of Yandaboo, 1826, a treaty pivotal in the modern history of the entire Northeast region.

King Bagidaw’s occupation of Manipur is remember as the Chahi Taret Khuntakpa (Seven Years of Devastation 1819-1826) when Manipur was occupied and ravaged almost completely.

Funnily, this genocidal occupation is observed in Manipur, while the victorious campaign of King Gambhir Singh and his cousin Nara Singh who succeed him in later years after the sudden death of Nara Singh, which ended the Burmese occupation is ignored. Something surely is wrong in the mindset of the place, and it is high time to call for a correction.

There is an element of what Italian Marxist theorist Antonio Gramsci called “hegemony of idea” in this. Gramsci’s proposition is a little more nuanced and in fact he is of the opinion that political ideas, and indeed idea itself, more often than not carry with them an element of coercion.

Re-interpreting Gramsci, it would appear that as much as the missionaries of cultures and religions were guilty of this when they set about conquering the “uncharted” world of the uninitiated “natives”, aggressive revivalism born as resistance to these forces cannot claim innocence either.

In Manipur, while the former has mellowed with age and maturity, it is the revivalist movements that have acquired all the characteristics and fundamentalist zeal of new converts. This cannot be good either for the revivalist movements themselves or for the society at large, for the human spirit is such that whatever is forced, always elicits a reciprocal and opposite reaction, almost by a direct application of Newton’s Third of Inertia.

The reactions may not come open immediately, but they would definitely accumulate within, incubating till they are mature enough to do so. The best way of conquering minds, it needs no sermons, is through the free exercise of rationale, a faculty all humans are gifted with.

Let nobody be so presumptuous as to think that the general masses are unaware of what is good or bad for them, especially in a literate society, and must be taught and administered pre-concocted prescriptions. Hence, constructive social agendas ought be designed to engender an atmosphere conducive for the continual, free growth and maturing of rationality and not seek to intimidate and bind this faculty.

There is tremendous energy and passion in Manipur. But unfortunately, the sense at the moment is one of an impending implosion, rather than this energy finding creative outlets. It is for this reason that one cannot help proposing a more liberal approach in which the society pays more attention to its triumphal moments too, and celebrate them with as much fervor as it recalls religiously its moments of defeats and tragedies.

Let the society realize that its children must be allowed to grow up to be outward looking and positive, rather that be grudging, embittered, angry, negative thinking denizens of the future. For the good of everybody, all must have to pitch in their effort to defuse at least some of the suffocating implosive energy that now envelops all.

Let the place its fall moments in perspective, and also bring out its triumphant marches out of obscurity. Both are part and parcel of any given society, but the difference is in how each manages to cope and sublimate them.

The once agrarian society had harvests and the first rains of April heralding spring, among others to celebrate. Surely, the modern Manipur society must also have its springs and autumns, apart from its winters and scorching summers of discontent. Let not the cherished fight against oppression become an instrument of oppression itself.

The agrarian society had harvests and the first rains of April heralding spring, among others to celebrate. Surely, the modern Manipur society must also have its springs and autumns, apart from its winters and scorching summers of discontent. Let not the cherished fight against oppression become an instrument of oppression itself.

Much of the responsibility for this state of affairs, if not blame, must go squarely to the place’s elite, or would coterie be the better word to describe them. Indeed any thought of the profile of the elite here would bring up images of corrupt and opulently rich circle of evil, constituting largely of ministers, bureaucrats and government contractors.

If a survey were to be done, probably, amongst them, they would possess 90 percent or more of Manipur’s entire wealth. Together they have managed to mess up practically all important functions of the government, therefore our roads are in a mess, our cities and townships are buried in filth, education standards have plummeted and in facts a greater section of B.A. and M.A degree holders, churned out by our colleges each year are unemployable, except in the government services where paper degrees and bribes, rather than job merit are the qualification.

How long can this be allowed to carry on? Why have our elite continued to abdicate their social responsibility of running the state and setting the trend for a free and fair society? They seem to be only interested in continuing the organized looting of public exchequer, amassing wealth, teaching their children Manipur is unlivable and sending them away. Until they come to acknowledge they are responsible for the chaos and only they can undo it, this oppressive mindset is unlikely to leave.

Why can’t they realize they are in the same boat as the beleaguered masses, and if the boat does sink, as it seems to be at the moment, they too would drown? Can’t they see the desertification of Manipur happening right before their eyes? A generation or two from now, if our elite continue to slumber, bothered with nothing else but plundering the state, a likely scenario could be Manipur becoming a land of geriatrics, with all its young, bright and employable, leaving the state to look for greener pastures elsewhere.

Read more / Original news source: http://kanglaonline.com/2015/12/manipurs-problem-is-primarily-one-of-an-abdication-of-moral-and-civic-responsibility-by-its-elite/

‘State has maintained low IMR for three consecutive years’

IMPHAL, December 5: Chief Minister, Okram Ibobi Singh maintained that the health sector tops the State government’s priority list, and that Manipur has its goal to serve in this sector

IMPHAL, December 5: Chief Minister, Okram Ibobi Singh maintained that the health sector tops the State government’s priority list, and that Manipur has its goal to serve in this sector to the neighbouring country.

The Chief Minister stated this during the inaugural function of XXII East Zone PEDICON 2015 & XIX MANIPEDICON 2015 under the theme ‘Holistic Approach to Child Care: Advancing Forward’held at City Convention Centre organized by the East Zone Academy of Paediatrics.

Ibobi further said that State government has also given top priority to health sector in terms of manpower and infrastructure. The government has recruited specialist doctors and other supporting medical staffs to extend health facilities to all districts and the remotest corner of the State.

He further said that the Infant Mortality Rate and Maternal Mortality Rate of Manipur is 10 per 1000 live births and 60 per every one lakh live births. The State has achieved this feat consecutively for last three years, the Chief Minister added.

Moreover, Manipur has also received awards from the Times Group of news agencies for best performing State in Health Sector in the small State category, for this the credit goes to all doctors’ fraternity and other supporting staffs, he said.

He appreciated that the association has brought together leading specialist from public and private organizations to share knowledge and skills with an objective to provide quality healthcare in the country especially in child care.

Indeed this conference is an opportunity to take stock and to see where you have been and to plan where you must go and the outcome of this deliberation will inform the policy framework development of the country, he said.

Children are not miniature adults, they are different in hysiological, physical, emotional and social aspects from the adults, the Chief Minister observed.

Therefore while caring for a child we should not address only the physical illness but the whole aspects of the developing child to make him a responsible ·person in future. Indeed in many cases we have to take a 360 degree look while caring a child, he said.

He opined that the conference will provide a platform for the exchange of fast developing medical knowledge in child care including a wide array of Continuing Medical Education, guest lecture, orations, award sessions etc and also cultural and emotional exchanges among the paediatricians of East Zone comprising of 12 States (Odisha, West Bengal, Jharkhand, Bihar, Assam and North Eastern States).

The government is looking some serious issues that are facing in the field of health services especially in women and child health care, he said and added that India is becoming an important centre in the aspect of Health Tourism and Manipur has its goal to serve in medical sector to the neighboring country.

He urged the medical fraternity and other leaders in health industry to emphasize with the ailing patients and their anxious parties while discharging their valuable services and to keep up the spirit of humanity and kindness which are true traits of healer.

Organizing chairperson of the conference, Dr Shyamkuamr Laishram said the care to child and mother is very much need for the stronger future. Under this to enhancement the conference is being organizing along with several pediatricians from various part of the country.

Read more / Original news source: http://kanglaonline.com/2015/12/state-has-maintained-low-imr-for-three-consecutive-years/

Manipur hosts International Polo tournament – Business Standard

Manipur hosts International Polo tournament
Business Standard
Manipur recently hosted an international polo championship to popularise the game in India and rest of the world. The modern game of Polo has its roots in Manipur. Today, the sport is played professionally in over 16 countries. Manipur’s capital Imphal

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Manipur hosts International Polo tournament
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Manipur recently hosted an international polo championship to popularise the game in India and rest of the world. The modern game of Polo has its roots in Manipur. Today, the sport is played professionally in over 16 countries. Manipur's capital Imphal

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Sangai festival held in Manipur to promote culture, adventure tourism – Business Standard

Sangai festival held in Manipur to promote culture, adventure tourism
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Once neglected because of militancy-related violence, Manipur is projecting itself as a hub of culture, adventure tourism and sports. In a recently concluded 10-day Sangai festival, the tourism department showcased the state’s rich cultural heritage, …

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Sangai festival held in Manipur to promote culture, adventure tourism
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Once neglected because of militancy-related violence, Manipur is projecting itself as a hub of culture, adventure tourism and sports. In a recently concluded 10-day Sangai festival, the tourism department showcased the state's rich cultural heritage, …

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Manipur bills: Fresh deadline, fresh tensions – thenortheasttoday.com

thenortheasttoday.comManipur bills: Fresh deadline, fresh tensionsthenortheasttoday.comNEW DELHI: With agitators in the Manipur valley setting a fresh deadline for the state government to implement three controversial bills and the people of the hills …


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Manipur bills: Fresh deadline, fresh tensions
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NEW DELHI: With agitators in the Manipur valley setting a fresh deadline for the state government to implement three controversial bills and the people of the hills continuing to vehemently opposing this, renewed tensions have loomed over the
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KSO President, Village Chiefs Assaulted by Assam Rifles in Manipur – NorthEast Today


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KSO President, Village Chiefs Assaulted by Assam Rifles in Manipur
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Three individuals including the president of the Kuki Students’ Organisation (KSO) Chandel have been hospitalised after they were allegedly assaulted by 24 Assam Rifles personnel at Khudengthabi check post in Chandel District of Manipur on Saturday.
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KSO President, Village Chiefs Assaulted by Assam Rifles in Manipur
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Three individuals including the president of the Kuki Students' Organisation (KSO) Chandel have been hospitalised after they were allegedly assaulted by 24 Assam Rifles personnel at Khudengthabi check post in Chandel District of Manipur on Saturday.
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