State Cabinet okays NH53 takeover, land acquisition

With the border Roads Organisation BRO authorities reportedly showing signs of reluctance to shoulder responsibility for the development maintenance of Imphal Barak section of National Highway 53, an SPF Cabinet meeting held today has consequently en…

With the border Roads Organisation BRO authorities reportedly showing signs of reluctance to shoulder responsibility for the development maintenance of Imphal Barak section of National Highway 53, an SPF Cabinet meeting held today has consequently endorsed handing over the task to the State Public Works Department Source The Sangai Express

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TMNL conference concludes

The 3 day 9th general conference of Tangkhul Mayar Ngala Long TMNL Tangkhul Youth Council concluded today at Kachai village in Ukhrul district Source The Sangai Express

The 3 day 9th general conference of Tangkhul Mayar Ngala Long TMNL Tangkhul Youth Council concluded today at Kachai village in Ukhrul district Source The Sangai Express

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MNRF warns TCC of Ukhrul bandh

The Manipur Naga Revolutionary Front MNRF today warned of stern action against the functionaries of Tangkhul Co ordination Committee TCC , behind the calling of a 24 hour Ukhrul district bandh tomorrow, May 5, over the Autonomous District Council A…

The Manipur Naga Revolutionary Front MNRF today warned of stern action against the functionaries of Tangkhul Co ordination Committee TCC , behind the calling of a 24 hour Ukhrul district bandh tomorrow, May 5, over the Autonomous District Council ADC issue, alleging that leaders of the committee is sowing the satanic hatred and enmity among the Tangkhuls in the name of TCC Source Hueiyen News Service

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Parties prepare for IMC election as per election notification

With the issuance of public notice for the elections to the Imphal Municipal Council IMC , political parties have intensified their election strategies Source Hueiyen News Service

With the issuance of public notice for the elections to the Imphal Municipal Council IMC , political parties have intensified their election strategies Source Hueiyen News Service

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The best college and its pool

From the bicycle rickshaw I could see the Victorian building of the country’s best college. They said it had been rated as the best in several discipline for several years…. Read more »

From the bicycle rickshaw I could see the Victorian building of the country’s best college. They said it had been rated as the best in several discipline for several years. I didn’t go to a good college, nor did I take great interest in required reading; the actual learning came to be much later when I was exposed to a very harsh environment. I wasn’t awed, but I was curious to find out what was inside the best college of the nation: a sprawling clean campus with serious students working till midnight in their comfortable hostels, active students playing some sports taking the view of practical education and, perhaps, a place where a debating environment was vibrant. Those were certainly some of the stereotypes that had crept in the mind of a man who had been battling the rising mercury in this capital city of India.
One evening about the area, where I had rented an eyrie-like room, I ran into an undergraduate student. She was busy slurping her ice-cream beside a store, and I was busy elbowing my way to get a bottle of chilled water. I managed to ram my hand in the trouser pocket but the chilled bottle was almost hurled at me and I, realizing the unused circumstances, also hurled the money, a five-rupee coin wrapped in ten rupee note, at him. It hit the storekeeper’s hairy chest exposed by the unbuttoned shirt. He chuckled exposing his betel juice-stained teeth.

She said she had heard so much about me on certain networking website; people around her were familiar with my photography. I said it was just a hobby. Just to return the gratitude I thought I should have a small conversation with her and beside I was in no mood to return to my oven-like room where I had been enduring with a wet towel over my torso. While telling me more about herself she was very mindful of the ice-cream in right hand and the large smart-phone in another, and she lifted her legs every now and then to shake off the flies which were as thick as the dust. She said she was at the “prestigious college” in her final year specializing in English literature. I expressed my interest, encouraging her talk more. ” Nostromo” and “Midnight’s children” confused her and there were “talks” that some of textbooks were hard to get in their library. Each time I talked the hand holding the dripping ice-cream came up quick and the mouth was occupied, and then her phone beeped, the eyes were cast sideway. With the dripping ice-cream in her mouth and her both hands holding the smart-phone her fingers began fiddling the phone. I gestured I was leaving, her right hand grabbed the stick and the free mouth moved, “I’m so sorry. Could you…” With a smile I turned on my heels and left her to her ice-cream and Chinese smart-phone.

The following day the temperature shot up to 45 degree Celsius; my wet towel dried up within half-and-hour. The thought that I could spend few hours in a swimming pool nearby came to me, and through Google I managed to get one which happened to be in the campus of the “prestigious college.” I was rather convinced that the place was certainly different. I put on a wide-brimmed hat, packed my waterproof bag and ran out from the unbearable room. The rickshawallah downstairs was rolling on his passenger seat, legs dangling over the edge of the seat, head resting against the bar supporting the roof and the lean hands on his chest. When I woke him up, he brought his knees against the chest and put down the legs on the platform and with the hands pressed against the edge of the seat he asked where I wanted to go. When I mentioned the name he instantly wagged his head, indicating he knew the place, but when I asked if he knew whether the college had a swimming pool his eyes squinted and in the ears pricked a bit as though he was trying to fetch some remote memory. He wagged his head again.

The traffics had been driven off the road by the heat, but for some unknown reason few vehicles behind rickshaw and few before honked and honked as though without honking they couldn’t drive. The double swing gate was half opened, behind it was a few tall trees casting thick shade and in that shade sat a man in a chair. Seeing me enter the place in cargo shorts he stopped rubbing the tobacco in his left palm and gestured to ask where I was going. I said I wanted to use to the swimming pool and asked if the college would require me to fill out a form. His left hand threw in the ready tobacco to his mouth; his tongue ran inside the mouth, placing the tobacco in the corner of his mouth, then he took his hands sideway and clapped to get rid of the lime and tobacco dust. He spoke, “winter ended only yesterday, there is no water, but soon we will fill it up.” His tongue was busy inside: it had been gathering spit while he was talking and he spat out sideway and it landed on the tree trunk right behind his chair. Now I only wanted to know when it would open. I got my answer, ” 25th of this month, certainly and you make sure you decide which payment you should make, the 1,700 rupee, 2,000 rupee or 3,000 rupee.”

I believed he wanted to talk more, but I hastily thanked him and left him to enjoy his tobacco. I didn’t leave, I wanted to see the campus for myself. The long corridor of the college building was airy and the structure looked as imposing as it must have been during the colonial time. My further walk about the office area gave me a different picture: the red pillars and the walls were covered in handbills and ground was littered with pigeon droppings. The office must have been an often-frequented area and because of that importance they had fixed a Plasma television set on the wall. Some students were watching IPL cricket match with their backs leaning against the pillars and some against a wall.

At the back of the building was a large football field with old trees casting shades on the edge of the field and it gave the impression of a wonderful area where one could play some sports and do some exercises. In that heat and in that moment I couldn’t think of any exercise, but it held me back from walking further. I picked a spot: below a peepal tree with its leaves rustling; the place seemed to be completely insulated from everything unpleasant outside. I was induced to linger. I wasn’t the only person ,there were young couples taking advantage of the insulated place.

An ant bite woke me up; the poor creature was unnecessarily punished. The red disc hung low in the distant right above the tree tops and now there were people who had come to play football; it was a big wonder to see the absence of cricket, and few individuals were already jogging around the field. I was fresh after the afternoon nap and the sight of active people stimulated me instantly. I walked about the field and slightly warmed up I jogged couple of rounds in my cargo shorts, lucky that I had come out wearing trainers. I sat down again to watch the people in the field. The air was cool and fresh and the noise was natural, it was now just a perfect oasis to me.

Then from one corner, over the fence, plumes of smoke rose high and it started spreading over the field as though someone wasn’t happy at all and the individual wanted to contaminate the whole insulated area. Soon the spreading was over and now it began to pervade the gaps between the trees. People lingered in, may be they were used to that and they hadn’t done any discussion on environmental pollutions.

The road was clogged with vehicles and they appeared to have come out only to honk and honk. I didn’t go up to my eyrie I hurried toward the store to get some water. The undergraduate lady was there again in short skirt and a tight-fitting T-shirt. A lady in those clothes at night in Delhi was only inviting trouble, but she had been in the city for some years and must have read or come across so many rape cases. All the men, old and young, were ogling at her and she was oblivious.
I went back to the college; the man wasn’t at the gate. But there were few men sleeping in the shade on the grassy lawn beside the gate; a few metre-long pits had been dug up; their pickaxes scattered about. A man wearing a well-trimmed mustache was in the office sipping some steaming milky tea from a stainless steel glass, his eyes were fixed on the Plasma television, which he could see through the office windows, others seemed to have gone out. I asked him about the swimming pool, no word came. I asked one more time; the man was irritated, but he spoke without disengaging his eyes, ” on the left! A white building, you ask!” He made me feel like a senseless child who had annoyed the sensible, busy adults.

There were people working on the front of the building: two men on ladders painting with tiny paint brushes. Since they looked busy I didn’t bother to ask them. A man was sitting at a table reading a Hindi newspaper and smoking a cheap cigarette in a “smoking free zone”, and over his head the old, furry ceiling fan moved fast, subduing almost every noise. And through the window behind his back I could see the drained swimming pool. I told the man about what I was told by the watchman at the gate, he chuckled and said, “That man! He doesn’t know anything. I’m the person in-charge.” Angry though I was, I couldn’t take out my anger on the man, so I told myself to get some more reliable information from this “in-charge man.” The pool would open on the 1st of next month, people were still at work. He said he was certain.

I spotted a kiosk which was swarmed with students, they all looked rich with their expensive shoes and American clothes. Some of them were drinking the ubiquitous milky tea and some milky coffee. I got a cup of nice, cold lemon tea and stood near the kiosk. Before I could finish my tea they randomly dropped the paper cups right in front of the kiosk and walked off giggling aloud. Where would they keep? There was no sign of waste bins around and the man manning the kiosk was a messy figure: unshaven face, the shirt colourless, his hands greasy and the long nails trapped with black dirt, and every now and then picking his nose and wiping the fingers on his grey trousers.

At night the lane in my area was packed with people dancing in Punjabi style and the band members, in bright red uniforms playing all kinds of musical instruments, were among the people. Children from the neighbourhoods rushed out and mingled with the crowd. No one could pass through the crowd, on both sides the vehicles were honking, but the people seemed to be having the time of their lives. Though they had been honking, expressing their wish to pass through, no one came out or came down from their vehicles to tell the joyous crowd; the crowd jumped to the cacophonous music and the stranded vehicles kept on honking. Suddenly the music ceased and the dancing crowd sloshed toward one gate, where a few middle-aged men, their heads bound in bright red sashes bearing the nagiri prints, started handing out deep-fried cutlets in paper plates. There were no lines, the dancers just scrambled; the stronger ones got first and returned for second plate. At last, only children and veiled ladies were left. Some asked for two but were rebuked. The dancers now stood by the lane enjoying the rewards of their vigorous dance in ear-shattering music, and then the paper plates were all over the lane. The band members walked and started the music and few joyous dancers followed, but many stayed behind, as though they were contended with the cutlets. Finally, the unspoken motorists honked their way through.

The neighbours began installing cooling machines, there was indication that the temperature would drop. My wet towel-wrapping was still useful but it was rather uncomfortable. I began to think whether I should buy one as well, then I wasn’t sure how long I would be in this place. I had come to write. Just like that. I was living in the city possessed by that ambition. Ambition could be another name for addiction, but man without it would be nothing; he would be only living out a life millions had lived out before.

If man could be trusted every word he used and he was worth as much as his word, then the world would be a meaningful place. Sometimes, people just say things because they know words and in return for the words they get words. What are words to them when theirs are the same which were no different from the ones used by the people before; using words for the sake of using.

I returned this time with all my swimming gears after a long day of reading. I couldn’t concentrate long on what was before. It was Monday, but the gate was closed. On both sides of the road along the college India’s wealth was displayed: all kinds of imported cars in long lines, stretching for kilometres, with a driver for each and the bosses in clean clothes and their eyes behind shades and sunglasses. Only a corner gate of the college was opened, it was manned by a man uniform. I asked if I could enter the campus through the gate. He wagged his head and tried to ask the “parpose.” I had no patience for that; I rushed in playing in my mind the nice pool filled up with clean chlorinated water just ready for a dive. The gate was opened and over the steps and over the ground a tiny black pipe ran. No one was inside; not even the desk, but the fan was at work. The pool was filled up half ,and surface was below yellowish tree leaves. Observing the quantity of water going down from the tiny black pipe I felt it would take another day to fill up the pool. Few more days or another few weeks could be spent on chlorinating the water, depending on the flexibility of their overwhelming lethargy.

Infuriated and knowing no channel which could be pursued I came out with a contemptuous smile on my face: mocking the people. On the walls and the pillars near the office there were handbills bearing big modern words, ‘IT India”, “let’s look forward”, ” We can do it again!”, ” India, a superpower?” People do love words, big words, and they must have them to feel big and different from others. The guard in uniform began firing words as I neared his place, ” it’ll take few days” rubbing lime on the tobacco in his left hand, ” you should come when the office is opened to fill out a “faerm” , then you can swim.” He must have done that kind of talking to others several times before. I hailed a bicycle rickshaw and the man compelled me to bargain. I said he was driving away his passenger, his face blushed and turned his head to offer me a lower fare, still the double of the normal fare. I thought to myself: maybe I should walk off the fury.

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NH 53 Work Handed Over To State PWD Department

IMPHAL May 4: The road construction work of the National Highway 53, Barak to Imphal stretch currently undertaken by the BRO has been handed over to the state PWD department, senior cabinet minister L Jayanta told mediapersons as per resolve of a cabi…


IMPHAL May 4: The road construction work of the National Highway 53, Barak to Imphal stretch currently undertaken by the BRO has been handed over to the state PWD department, senior cabinet minister L Jayanta told mediapersons as per resolve of a cabinet meet held at the Chief Minister’s secretariat today. The Jessami road (Ukhrul) […]

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Preparations Begin For The IMC Election

IMPHAL, May 4: Election code of conduct will be imposed in both districts of Imphal East and Imphal West following the official issuance of the election notification for the election to the 27 wards of the Imphal Municipal Councils today by the State …


IMPHAL, May 4: Election code of conduct will be imposed in both districts of Imphal East and Imphal West following the official issuance of the election notification for the election to the 27 wards of the Imphal Municipal Councils today by the State Chief Electoral officer Th. Chitra Devi. According to the official notification, filing […]

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Enraged Youths Ransack Pawan Hans Office

ITANAGAR, May 4: With the news of Chief Minister Dorjee Khandu’s death reaching the State capital, a group of enraged youths ransacked the local Pawan Hans office here. The glass panes of the director’s chamber and booking counter were damaged in …


ITANAGAR, May 4: With the news of Chief Minister Dorjee Khandu’s death reaching the State capital, a group of enraged youths ransacked the local Pawan Hans office here. The glass panes of the director’s chamber and booking counter were damaged in the attack, police sources said. However, no one was injured in the attack as […]

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Mary Kom To Lead Indian Challenge in China

NEW DELHI, May 4 (PTI): Five-time world champion M C Mary Kom will lead India’s challenge in the Asian Cup Women’s Boxing Championship starting tomorrow in Haikou, China, the year’s first major test for the country’s senior pugilists. A team o…


NEW DELHI, May 4 (PTI): Five-time world champion M C Mary Kom will lead India’s challenge in the Asian Cup Women’s Boxing Championship starting tomorrow in Haikou, China, the year’s first major test for the country’s senior pugilists. A team of six women boxers, who are leaving for the tournament tonight, will look to replicate […]

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Imphal-Aizawl Aircraft Averts Crash

AIZAWL, May 4: All the passengers of the Imphal-Aizawl sector of a Cessna Caravan aircraft operated by North East Shuttles had a miraculous escaped today when the aircraft they were traveling in overshot the runway and crash-landed at Lengpui Airport …


AIZAWL, May 4: All the passengers of the Imphal-Aizawl sector of a Cessna Caravan aircraft operated by North East Shuttles had a miraculous escaped today when the aircraft they were traveling in overshot the runway and crash-landed at Lengpui Airport in Aizawl. Sources said the mini aircraft flying from Imphal to Lengpui Airport carrying nine […]

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Arunachal CM Khandu’s Body Recovered

ITANAGAR, May 4: Arunachal Pradesh Chief Minister Dorjee Khandu, who went missing on Saturday on a flight from Tawang to Itanagar, is no more. He, along with four others, died in the helicopter crash on that fateful day. Khandu was 56 and is survived …


ITANAGAR, May 4: Arunachal Pradesh Chief Minister Dorjee Khandu, who went missing on Saturday on a flight from Tawang to Itanagar, is no more. He, along with four others, died in the helicopter crash on that fateful day. Khandu was 56 and is survived by his four wives, four sons and two daughters. The wreckage […]

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ANSAM appeals – KanglaOnline

ANSAM appealsKanglaOnlineIMPHAL, May 4: The All Naga Students`™ Association Manipur (ANSAM) in a statement released by J. Kuno Sha, president, has appealed all schools and colleges in Naga area to remain close on April 6 as a mark of honor and respec…

ANSAM appeals
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IMPHAL, May 4: The All Naga Students`™ Association Manipur (ANSAM) in a statement released by J. Kuno Sha, president, has appealed all schools and colleges in Naga area to remain close on April 6 as a mark of honor and respect to the two students who

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Rhetoric-ing on insurgency, It`s playing with us, too – KanglaOnline

Rhetoric-ing on insurgency, It`s playing with us, tooKanglaOnlineInsurgency in Manipur is one such cases that has a direct link with its recent past : the brief post-British period when Manipur became a constitutional monarchy until it was merged into …

Rhetoric-ing on insurgency, It`s playing with us, too
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Insurgency in Manipur is one such cases that has a direct link with its recent past : the brief post-British period when Manipur became a constitutional monarchy until it was merged into the Dominion of India on October 15, 1949, following a disputable

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AIR Imphal News -4th May 2011 7.30 Evening

Source:- AIR Imphal; Recorded by:- KO in public interest.

AIR News 7.30 p.m Source:- AIR Imphal; Recorded by:- KO in public interest.

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‘9/11 victims will now rest in peace’ – Assam Tribune

'9/11 victims will now rest in peace'Assam TribuneIMPHAL, May 4 – The Yambem family in Manipur who lost their son Jupiter in the 9/11 World Trade Centre attack a decade ago will be observing his death anniversary this year too. Observing the …

'9/11 victims will now rest in peace'
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IMPHAL, May 4 – The Yambem family in Manipur who lost their son Jupiter in the 9/11 World Trade Centre attack a decade ago will be observing his death anniversary this year too. Observing the death anniversary has become an annual ritual for the family

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Fodder industry set up in Manipur – Assam Times

Fodder industry set up in ManipurAssam TimesFor the first time in Manipur,with an aim to promote production of fodder, for the first time in the state, Health And Family Welfare Minister, L Jayentakumar today inaugurated a fodder factory at Changangei …

Fodder industry set up in Manipur
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For the first time in Manipur,with an aim to promote production of fodder, for the first time in the state, Health And Family Welfare Minister, L Jayentakumar today inaugurated a fodder factory at Changangei Uchekon in Imphal West.

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AIR Imphal News –4th May 2011 7.30 Morning

Source: AIR Imphal; Recorded by:- KO in public interest.

AIR News 7.30 p.m Source: AIR Imphal; Recorded by:- KO in public interest.

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MEITEI NATIONAL CHARACTER – Part 1

MEITEI KANGLUPKI LAMCHAT By: Dr Irengbam Mohendra Singh Máana kari khangdana, Máana eingondagi kari hendana; Hekta phujilaga loirê The Meitei national character, which is exemplified by the above hoity-toity temper,… Read more »

MEITEI KANGLUPKI LAMCHAT
By: Dr Irengbam Mohendra Singh

Máana kari khangdana, Máana eingondagi kari hendana; Hekta phujilaga loirê

The Meitei national character, which is exemplified by the above hoity-toity temper, is a page in history that has never been turned.

I write this article with a flicker of nostalgic warmth and because the Meiteis are a failing nation in the failed state of Manipur. The vacillations and chaos of political integration to India is going to change the future order of the Meiteis for ever. This is an article of faith. My heart jolts with self-pity.

I write this in memory of the vanishing tribe of Meiteis for the historical documentation of what they were, like they were never before, indulgent, and they would never be after. The Meiteis are now a crowd, jostling and jockeying in this little human cauldron of Manipur, inhabited by various tribes of which the Meiteis are dominant.

A discussion about Meitei national character at a time when the Meiteis are demoted to “Other Backward Classes” is so fundamental for the intellectuals that it informs the totality of consciousness without any avant-garde philosophy. It is a revival of interest in the old Meitei polity that proved decisive in the devolution of a distinctive national mode.

Endless inter tribal hatreds, distracted by issues both profound and petty, and commenting endlessly on each other’s moral and ethical feelings, Manipur for ever will remain a divided country without a collective will to unite and prosper.

The stake in my writing is the connection and consistency, because truth sticks to what is consistent and I am going to call into questions the existence of other consistencies.

I do not particularly think that I can transmit all the factual knowledge, which can only be transmitted through mastery. As for me, it is a reflection on some of the defining rhythms of Meitei national character.

My thesis, which is far from being an erudite and well-crafted intellectual history, has significant contributions from many well known authors whose names for the sake of
brevity I intend to give a miss. After all, a research is copying from many.

I am not writing a doctoral thesis with computations of significant deviations while judging Meitei national character. The basis for my thesis is empirical analysis ie observation, experience and correlation of regularities.

The concept of a nation having a national character is disputed by some outdated anthropologists and psychologists. I am tempted to disagree. It beggars belief. It has been personally fostered to me from my travels all over India and the world, and meeting people in the half century of my life, that the Meiteis have National character; unthought-of at the present, not unlike the English national character.

From the early part of the 18th century the social and cultural system of the Meiteis became structured differently from that of the other tribes in Manipur. As I am a Meitei conversant with the Meitei thought, the condition of access to knowledge in the present Meitei socio-cultural continuum is profoundly easier for me.

The socio-cultural continuum as it appears is the knowledge, huge and intrinsically political that the Meitei nation is in its death throes after at least 2,000 years of existence. This is not a prissy whinge. It is a lament for the end of Meitei history and the dawn of a new political evolution.

Like the rise of the phoenix from the ashes, my desire is to catch the rising spirit of Meitei national character from the smouldering Meitei nation, through the empirical method of accumulation of knowledge – the knowledge of Meitei ancients.

The Meiteis had a temper, some of them, particularly verbs (eg hekta phujilaga loire). They were the proudest adjectives such as arrogance, with which you can do anything (eg mana eingondagi kari hendana).

The Meitei national character was shaped by different events and values, particularly by the laws administered by their kings in the mediaeval period of Meitei history.

In the 18th century the Meitei kings became complacent with the teachings of the new religion, Gouranga Vaishnavism with one version of the Ramayana. It was a pacifist religion that taught them the cult of chanting, Hare Krishna, Hare Rama and to become drunk with a spiritual purification and eternal ecstasy in the worship of Radha-Madhaba Jugol Lup (the twin statue of Radha and Krishna).

The proof, according to Chaityana Charitamrita Adi-Lila is the real bliss (kevala-ananda) that wraps the soul; the more the holy name is chanted the greater is the bliss. With the rising Hindu influence, the name Meitei leibak (Meitei country) was replaced by Manipur (land of the jewels).

The 19th century was a disaster for the Meiteis, beginning with Chahi taret khundakpa (the Seven years’ devastation), 1819–1826 CE. Only 2,000 Meiteis survived. It was a Burmese revenge for what the Meiteis did to them in the preceding Meitei-Burmese wars.

However, the Meitei trait, linked to self-reliance and self-sufficiency, attached firmly to their national character with a little hearty patriotism, approved as a source of dynamism, soon became the driving force to reclaim the lost honour after 7 years.

Raja Gambhir Singh with some assistance from the East India Company easily chased the Burmese garrisons out of Manipur in 1826 CE. The other noteworthy record was the “Re-demarcation of Manipur’s boundary as Mao” – the boundary between Manipur and the Naga Hills (the present day map) on December 13 1873 CE.

The 20th century witnessed a decline in the national life of the Meiteis as radical as any since the British conquest. The changing society at that time, when the reins of government were held with so loose a hand, created problems for the Meitei character. Meiteis became very laid-back and innocuous. The laissez-faire outlook destroyed the essence of Meitei national character.

Manipur is now multifaith, multicultural, multilinguistic and multiethnic. This is of course a change for the better provided every tribal community is taking part in the running of the state and for the development and peaceful coexistence. But there is a yawning chasm. Some ethnic communities have different ideologies with lightening-rod issues of dissent.

Manipur is a land of rolling hills with their peaks dipping in white cloud, lush and well-watered. Along with much of the Northeast there have been inter-ethnic tensions and Manipur has endured a very long-running insurgency.

Manipur was a kingdom with Meitei kings. In the history of Manipur before the British colonial era (1891-1947 CE), it was not that the Kukis, the Marings, the Tangkhuls, the Kabuis and the Pangals did not fight for the defence of Manipur, but it was the Meiteis who bore the brunt of the fighting. When the Meiteis were defeated at the battle of Khongjom in April 1891 Manipur lost its independence.

My thesis is non-political and does not try to address the ethnic incongruity and the economic mayhem in Manipur. It is a project to identify the characteristics of the Meiteis – a Kirata tribe, now conveniently called the Northeasterners, which has been in existence in Manipur probably from the Stone Age, though has only been recorded for the last 2,000 years in the Cheitharol kumbaba.

In the babble of oral traditions, nobody knew when and from where the Meiteis migrated to Manipur, now in the Northeast of India, in prehistoric times. For the purpose of theoretical argument or for the more solid purpose of remapping the Meitei ancestry, it is tempting to assume that the Meitei migration to Manipur must have been at least as old as that of the
Aryan migration to India 3,000 years ago.

Though the Aryan migration theory to India is now regarded as sea of fiction, the compilation of the Vedas, in the period before 1,500-1,000 BCE, is planted firmly in Indian soil. The Kiratas were mentioned in the Yajurveda and Atharveda. And the Meiteis are Kiratas as their historicity reflects on the Meiteis.

In the vaguely contoured landscape and dim history of the Kiratas, it is now agreed that the Sakti temple at Kamakhya in Guwahati, and the Kalighat temple in south Kolkata, are Hinduised Kirata shrines.

The Jagannath temple at Puri in Orissa was a centre of pilgrimage for thousands of years for the pre-Aryan and pre-Dravidian Kirata tribes of the Austric linguistic family, known as Sabaras.

They were proto-Australoid hunter-gatherers like the present Khasis, Bhils and Kols, who were part of the crowd of migrants from Northeast Africa, now Ethiopia. They developed a characteristic culture with pagan roots of human and natural fertility; procreation, and fulfilment.

The Meitei hunter-gatherer ancients who probably were similar migrants had a native religion of the Sanamahi cult. Though unique for the Meiteis, it is likewise a pagan/Kirata religion with its animism, and shamanism such as Saroi khangba, Thou touba.

Shamanism is based on the belief that the universe is pervaded by invisible spirits that affect the lives of the living. Shamanism requires Shamans who have ‘specialised knowledge’ of the spirits. The word shaman literally means he/she who knows. Shamanism is a big topic in its own right. Some are of the opinion that it originated alongside in Brahminism and Buddhism.

Some believe that the word was derived from the Sanskrit word ‘shramana’; Pali and Prakit ‘shamana’. Others find in it some elements in common with the teachings of the Chinese philosopher Lao-Tze. Many others still hold the view that Shamanism is some form of Nature-worship.

Finally, it is understood that Shamanistic cult has nothing to do with Buddhism or any other religion. It originated spontaneously among the Mongoloid nations of Asia including the Meiteis. It consists not only in superstitious and shamanistic ceremonies, in certain primitive ways of observing the outer world – nature, but the inner world – the soul itself.

The Meitei national character for centuries has been its strong vitality, which has helped them to overcome many challenges. But the concept of Meitei national character is difficult to explain. Perhaps it is a product of the combination of material and spiritual cultures.

Culture is not a product of civilisation. Meiteis had a good culture but they were not civilised. Or, in the highly civilised England, the low socio-economic group has no culture. The Meiteis owe their culture and their unified Meitei national character to their kings.

The conversion to Hinduism had little effect on the Meitei national character except that they became less vicious in civilisatory terms. But it helped the Meiteis to see themselves as more homogeneous and uniform; less fissured by small cultish clan religions such as Thangjing lai, Thongaren and the like.

Manipur was a scarcely packed ‘rural nation’. When the majority of the Meiteis were coerced to Hinduism, there began an urbanisation of the Meitei society. The King and Kangla became the centre of socio-cultural and political Meitei nation.

Given that the Meiteis were rural peasants, it stands to reason that certain qualities assigned to the Meitei national character would be those best suited to be ruled by a monarch.

Equally important is to find respective answers to how the Meitei society was influenced by monarchical, religious, political, economic and societal debates, with its stress on climate and kingdom, evolving into the 18th century European notion of ‘national character’ of the Meiteis.

That was the beginning of the emergence of ‘collective behaviour’ or national character for the Meiteis, wielded by their kings.

The idea of Meitei national character was, if anything, strengthened by the social changes brought about by conversion to Hinduism. The change in the social structure was socialistic and egalitarian. It recognized few differences in wealth, power, prestige and status. There was no caste system.

Such was the constitution of Meitei civil society that, whilst a few persons were distinguished by riches, by honours, and by knowledge, the body of the Meitei mass shared equal rights and opportunities.

The Meitei nation was a historically evolved stable community of economic life, language, territory and psychological make-up in a community of Meitei culture. It could be said that they had a series of attitudinising aphorisms while their aestheticism and hedonism were both indulged and disdained, characterised by their dogmatic and ancient ceremonial religion of Sanamahi and Umang lais overlapping on the doctrines and rituals of Hinduism.

Given the stringency of their fighting ability and success, self-reliance and self-sufficiency, the Meitei national character undoubtedly wrenched them into a new genetic unit, which eventually mutated by what is called inversion, producing a phenotype of narcissism – a trait past its shelf-life now.

The forces needed in the handling of the central features of Meitei national character are moral and physical courage, and readiness for combat either individually or socially. The most radical version of these is the aggressiveness though the Meitei is a well-balanced person, responsible, dignified, self-possessed and capable of recognizing his own true self- interest, in obedience to the law and co-operation with others.

Moral courage is the tenacity to follow one’s ethics or principles that may result the individual feeling isolated from or accepted by colleagues and even the family. This type of courage is innate to the Meiteis.

Physical courage varies among cultures as well as among individuals. That the Meiteis have indomitable courage cannot be disputed. Courage can be defined as lacking fear in a situation that would normally generate it.

There is a difference between courage and foolhardiness. While the courage is the ability to disregard fear, foolhardiness is foolishly bold. The Meiteis are recipients of both traits.

The ugly side of Meitei national trait is propensities for internecine fighting among ourselves and between the princes themselves. They were inherited from the seven clans.

Had there been no feud between the Meitei king and his maternal uncle Khelei Nongnang – the Moirang king, the seven years’ devastation would not have happened. King Khelei invited the Burmese to invade Manipur, and during that seven years’ period he ruled over Moirang and Meitrabak until Gambhir Singh returned.

In the rise and fall of Meitei national identity, the Palace intrigue and the rebellion of Tikendrajit and his brothers against their step-brother King Surchandra and his brothers (1886-1890) marked a turning point in Meitei ego and the national character.

It is fair to comment that without the inherent Meitei princely patricidal and fratricidal traits, the Meiteis could have kept their superiority complex intact, and Manipur would have remained independent until at least the Indian Independence Day of August 15 1947.

But this is history and is still miming itself among the insurgents. This is Meitei national character. This is what we are.

The writer is base in the UK
Email: imsingh@onetel.com
Website: www.drimsingh.co.uk

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