"Hasbian or Wasbian"

It was terribly hot outside, light was out,... I was lethargic enough and no one would dare enough to move out under the scorching sun. At that wee hour, She came with a bag full of ornaments....gold chains, pendents and rings and many more. Sat nearby me and cried loudly.

"Dada, please keep this bag with you, and don't let him know that this bag is with you!"

When she was 16, she enjoyed her best part of life. As it happened, helping one of her friend in meeting their lover dragged her life into trouble. As usual, she was helping them in their liaison on that day too. Those two love birds were supposed to elope on a particular day. On that ill-fated day, when the guy turn up with full preparation with three four friends along, her friend didn't turn up. As face saving, the guy eloped her instead after much fight and persuasion...this and that...

Though rich, she belongs to a lower social strata. The guy whom she eloped belongs to a higher class and was also very rich. After their marriage, the guy was sent for further studies outside, leaving her alone at home. Her in-laws tortured like anything, and didn't let her communicate with outside world. After much fight, she returned back to her parents place, and waited her husband for a pretty four years. But when her husband returned back, refused to owe her as his wife, doubting and blaming against her innocent character.

From that moment, she has been playing only one game "fake love-part time marriage". Now she is 28, and quite experience in flirting men of all kind. Her phone won't stop ringing until she switched off.

One thing I admire most is her sincerity to me. One Rakhsha Bandhan day, she came to my place and took my blessing.

"Dada you are the only one in my life now, who can look after and taken care of me when I am in need"

Many times, I had discussions with her, about life, future etc. She cried a lot, lamented but I can't remove the hatred for society and men from her mind...

At the receiving end

Both are my friends, and its now very difficult to decide to whom I should favour. Both of them are regularly keeping in touch through think and thin, and are well exposed to all of my friend circles. Confused!!!

Well, the story goes like this, One of my dear friend was supposed to get tie the knot with his childhood love eight years back from now. Unfortunately, that relations falls out due to misunderstanding between the two families. And thus the marriage was canceled for forever. The two love were not in talking terms and thus separated till seven years. In between, this dear friend found a new love and was introduced to me. Being a good friend I become closer and the bonding has developed at a certain. Everything were going smoothly till the first departed love surfaced all of a sudden. Being first love my friend forgive and cleared the misunderstanding. Now the problem is who is going to sacrifice for whom?

In a relationship, the most important thing to maintain is mutual trust and understanding. If once the faith is lost in your love, it will be very difficult to get it back. Sometimes temptation leads to act unfaithful things, I agree, but don't let temptation overcome you. Be faithful to your love, admit it when found yourself at the receiving end.

To the beggar with a difference

In Manipur, it is very rare to see beggar begging in the market or public places. Its been almost a decade away from now, but still I believe, you could hardly find a beggar in the city there. I still remember, my mother used to give clothing and foods away to people who came once in a year to our house asking alms. They were, in a way beggars, but 99% of them were from hilly areas where their houses were brunt down, and family members were either killed in the communal fighting or get untracheable. Circumstances compelled them to come down to the plain areas and took help to reconstruct their lives.
Here, beggars are like a part of a big and organised business. You can find in every nook and corner of the city. You can't stop your vehicle at any traffic point without disturbances from beggars. In the buses, small children follow a girl or a boy and sing some mixed songs and will force you to give them money. With their horribly dirty fingers, they will pull your shirts to draw your attention, if you protest they can behave like anything. They behave like as if they have someone to protect them.
But this beggar has a very descent behaviour. Whenever I saw him, my hand automatically pulls out a note from my wallet. He must be in his mid sixty. He never forgets to greet before begging and never forgets to acknowledge after taking begs. I have a very bad habit of giving begs only to old women of above sixties. I can't bear the senior citizen coming out to the streets and begging for foods. But except this beggar, I had never given money to men beggars, because I urged myself that they can work and earn a living instead of begging.
This evening, I was returning from attending a "Light and Sound Programme". Since very late and feel very hungry, I asked the auto driver to speed up. When I reached the traffic point of the flyover nearby my place, I asked the auto to halt for some time. I looked around but to my surprise I could not see any beggar around as usual. After crossing the traffic, I asked the driver to stop at a cigarette shop nearby, light up a stick of my brand and inquire about the absence of beggars there. The shop owner said, looking left and right by pulling out his neck outside for a while "Sab, sabko le gaya"...Kisne...."Police ne, commission ka chakker lagta hain..."

Why I am happy today???

Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel! After suffering such a long humiliating and discredit years in struggle, am facing the dawn for the first time. This fine night, am very happy. Why I am happy today...hmmm may be am content with the way my life is shaping up...or is it because of the call I had receive from someone special in the evening with some hidden agenda in the making?...or because of the constant thinking about her...whatever, the bottom line is now I am very happy. I can't go to US of A to write a travelogue; not because I don't have the guts. Or I can't emcee to some talk show(s) to earn popularity. My priority as of now is to finish up the book(s) currently in the making for some time now. I want to publish these two books respectively on September 26 and October 21 this year. Sometimes, we unknowingly commit mistakes that has effect for the whole life. And sometimes, we knowingly commit mistakes that has also effect through out life. Here I would like to urge the judgment proclaimed which reward same punishment for both the mistakes committed. Because of the wrong judgment, an innocent, each of the respective mistake is suffering, at each end. Lets meet someday, and discuss about this confuse thing. Hmmmm... A cup of tea with thick tea leaves does some real magic at this wee hour. Time and tide waits for none, time has gone. Forget all these bulls...t, Lets celebrate today...cuz, am very happy to see myself without a tear in my eyes finally.

sometimes late at night...

I have a very bad habit. That I can't close my eyes before reading something. And very recently I have shifted this habit of reading books/letters/diaries to reading SMSes. I have some preserve SMSes from my past. Among them here I am quoting one "Ok, if you say so. Like every other time, I will also give you a chance this time. By the way give me your dateline..."
By this line you can easily guess what my nature must be in those days. I always promised her, that I won't do this and that. And I was strictly obeying the self made rules. After two or three days, I will return to my normal behaviour, and the same story repeats again...She won't speak to me for many hours/days... She wont prod me for anything until I make her another dangerous promise...I know this time too I won't keep it. You won't believe, I promise, I always tried to make her happy by doing everything...She too always do everything to make me happy...but who can fight with destiny!!!
Today, I am remembering you, missing you desperately. You must be sleeping, cocooned under warm love of your family. Late at this hour, I can't even find any star in the sky which could occupied my time in counting them and helping me in forgetting you and your memory. Oh my dear, wish you a better life, full of happiness... Today I promise you that I am a changed man, come and see me, ... but I know you won't...One thing very bad about you is you are very stubborn.

Thank you for caring me my dear friend.

"...My phone is not working, my pocket is empty. What the hell is happening? Late in the evening when I returned back, found my computer not working. Someone whom I trusted most had removed and taken away the Hard Disk and RAM without my knowledge. I can't blame him for his misconduct, because I know at whose insistence he was doing. Circumstances compelled every body to act like not like. I understand. My boss ring me up, and apprise me, some of my close associates whom doesn't like to disclose their names, visited him and talked rubbish about me. My boss said, don't worry, I don't believe them. Huhhh...I can't find a single stick of cigarette, even bottles are empty. Though I had promise not to drink to my love, at this moment I can go wild for a single drop. If you were around my dear, less will be the burden, mental havoc!!! Where are you?..."

Time is over, I can't sit at a corner, sulking... Without crossing the worst situations, no one can touch the best corners of life...Now, I am happy with old and new friends around, sharing everything, forgetting about the past... Vodka with limca, rum, whisky... choice is mine, with glasses full. Now I realise, good friend is someone who can take their own decision themself, and very importantly not depending upon their near and dear on taking decision what to do and what not to do for their friends. Thank you my dear friend for caring me. I wish, I can share all these happinese with my love!!!

The power of love

After almost three years of no-where-about, suddenly come into contact with her. She has undergone many changes, like, now knows how to make her face beauty, wooing others with single liners, maturity in decision making...list is a little bit long my dear. One thing which I observe, that seems remain stagnant, is her temper... Her Temper!!! Oh My God!

Somehow I came to know about her break-up with her long time lover, (source...she as well as her colleagues). Feel good, that guy wasn't the right one for her.

I strongly opine, why should we bind ourself to a so called "love relationship" when the relationship wasn't meant for? Why should we do stupid things and compromise when the relationship is not working?

If you are not happy with the present relationship, go to the root and find out. I will be very happy spending a moment happily with my love than spending twenty years with someone whom I don't love or am forced to act like being in love. Forget about rich or poor, popular or ill-famed, educated or layman...when you once fall in love, your life will be always on cloud number 9.

The picture of life starts when you meet your love. Quite often, the past doesn't matter in between true love... Let me conclude, now she seems very happy, laughing when alone, and eagerly waiting for the next moment, expecting sweet messages from the murmuring air...

I must admit, I am happy, very very happy, to see you happy.

Miss you dear

"My final decision is that I have always love you, I love you and will always love you"...

This line drive me crazy, but whats really written in our fate can't be changed, as normally says by one and all. I still remember that day, when she wasn't around me for the first time. I felt like crying, but there were a lot of friends around, so I tried to control myself, but I wasn't able to put on hold of my tears. They started pouring like water flowing down with strong forces in a waterfall. I suddenly left that place and run as must fast as possible in a park or say in an open meadow nearby, round after round. Tears were replaced by sweat. That moisture coming out through the pores of my skin got mixed up with the tears. And finally, thanks God, there were a brief rain for a while, and I was successful in hiding my tears.

Oh my love, oh my dear, today in the evening, there is again come the rain, remembering you, standing at the balcony, with arms raising out, collected some drops in my hand which was once busy in holding your hand, and sprinkle at the face.

Oh dear oh my love, I wish you were again in front of me...When you were around me, I never valued your love, but when you are not here, I realise the value of your love.

Dr. Kishan and Manipuri Literature

The post independence Manipuri writers are somewhat disillusioned. The acceptance and the rejection of the new faith, new governance, the confusion of the people coming to terms with the changing situation, the search for the identity became the mirror image of the present day Manipuri literature. These writers are more politically conscious. They began to realize the predicament they are trapped in. The earlier excitement turned into anger and sorrow and the romanticism turned into absurdity and meaninglessness. Their main themes are defeatism, cynicism, and despair. They are aware of the corruption in the society, the unstable life style and are vulnerable and insecure. The present day life of the common man is caught in the everyday existential crisis. The literature churning out of this period depicts this social reality of violence and death and the ever-present problems of poverty and unemployment. Though very very limited, Sir Dr. Kishan's writings clearly represent the present day situations and somewhere excels from the contemporary writers in terms of long term perspectives, and the way of analyzing the situations, and always gives a way to get solution to the persisting problem, marked by a distinct note in the theme and style and the way of presentation. It is very unfortunate for the Manipuri Literature; its treasure will have a big hole now. We have lost not only a good human being but a great writer/author of future Manipuri Literature. There must be some unpublished matter of his writings at his home. Those writings will further strengthen his great vision in Manipuri literature.

Hats off to AR Rehman

Without musics, I cannot imagine my life. Though I am the worst singer (if you ask me to rate myself) on the earth, I cannot spend a single day without crooning a tune whichever comes out momentarily at my lips. Some of my favourites are no longer around, and it becomes difficult for me to single out from the new comers, to label as my favourite. Here, Rehman scores highest when singling out. Laxmikant Pyarelal has given some of the most melodious and unforgettable Hindi film songs. R.D. Burman had composed many wonderful tunes with a fusion of Western taste. Who can forget the songs composed by Khayyam? But they never got a chance to showcase their talents in the Academy history. In the 74 year old Oscar history, A.R. Rehman has finally made history. Bhanu Athaiya may be the first Indian, and some more Indians in the list as of now, but the real triumph is the one Rehman got. I became his fan when he composed the song "Nahin Samne ye alag baath hain..." for Subhash Ghai's Taal. Not all his works are genius, but once teamed up with a good Lyricist and Film Director, he can do wonders. But here in Slumdog M..., Gulzar's lyrics and Rehman's music are not at their best. So we can expect more and more Oscars and other international trophies for Rahman. Rehman Jai ho...