I saw Churchill,Sadam,Bush and Bob Marley

Winston Churchill was enjoying a plate of pork chow at "Talk of the Town",BT Road. Saddam Hussein and George Bush were also there at a table sharing a plate of Singju. Winston Churchill said to Sadam Hussein,"Boy,battles are won by slaughter and maneuver." Saddam was sad already,nodded and then said,"Yes,you're right. Bush slaughtered me and look,now he has my oil" Bush argued,"Look Mohammed, I ain't he President nomore. Barack Obama has your oil. Don't frame me in it." Sitting at a table near the corner, Bob Marley filled his "kangkar" with ganja and pacified both,"don't worry brothers,he's a buffalo soldier. Listen to my songs and smoke weed. It cures even constipation."

Someone's Mother

She is a 60's generation
She was born in rags
Out of her father's endless pegs
On a night without consideration

She grew up in the 70-80's
She had been witness to her father's attrocities
She knew what poverty is
So she hated being rich

She met a man 10 years later
They fell in lover with each other
The man's parent's asked her hand
To live together till the end

Her parents agreed to the marriage
And hence she married him
Keeping intact her family's heritage
Only to spend her life on her in laws' whim

During that time of her life
She concieved her first child
Mother in law treated her so wild
She couldn't thrive

She and her husband were outcasted
Never to be with her in laws in future
Both felt so devasted
Because they had nowhere to go further

She gave birth to a baby boy in december
It was in 1990 , 7 months after
Then she had a big future
And her baby to be nurtured

She was again hit by poverty
She used to love being poor
But this time she was in a sovereignty
With not a drop of milk to pour

She worked hard
She dared living things
She even had warts
She raised on par with everything

She gave birth to a baby girl in august
Her husband is now a governmemt employee
She is now welcomed by the family
Without any disgust

Her children went to Herbert School
She wanted them to get best education
so that they couldn't be fooled
at other's pretention

She had been a girl
She had been a woman
She had been a in whirl
She had been framed

Now she enjoys her life
In merriment utmost
She is an example so prime
Who faced the attrocities of in laws

Being a Moirang and Democratic

Most of us believe in myth and legend. There is a myth that envelopes the Moirang Sagei. Moirangs are forbidden to catch or eat a particular bird,"Sendrang". Legend says if a member of Moirang Sagei does what is forbidden,he will develop ulcers on his mouth. As I belong to it,I was made aware of it when I was a child many years ago.

There was a drizzle today (Mets had already forcasted monsoon is likely to arrive today). After about an hour it stopped. I could see a Sendrang (Sparrow) playing at the yard. She (I presumed) was so beautiful that I wanted her to be my pet bird. But being a Moirang,I didn't try to capture her , instead watched playfully how she danced on her tiny legs with her feathers so glossy

My uncle gave me a ripe Champra (lime;a kind of citrus fruit) few days ago and reminded me to have a sip of "Champra Mahi" made by mixing lime juice with water,a tincture of "Meitei Thum"(Plate like baked salt" and ground "Meitei Morok"(pepper/chilli). It was so tasty a juice that i asked him for more lime. He gave me five of them and also "Hawaijar"(fermented soya bean) and "Soibum"(fermented bamboo shoot) as he knew i liked them a lot. I requested mama to make "Chagempomba" and "Soijin eromba" - my most favourite dishes. I ate them and as a rule i fell ill with fever and chills.

Owing to this,I now consider Champra,Hawaijar and Soibum merciless. I have listed them as "Ungrateful" food items. However it is very imminent to develop fever if any one of them is consumed. I am actually baffled thinking why they are still available as food items when they cause illness. It may be because they are endemic to us or should i say indigenous. to the Meiteis and related communities. It won't be wrong to say they are "Innocent Evils"

There was a girl one of my friends frequently talked of. He said she was from Soibam Leikai. She was beautiful,loving and caring. He reckoned she was actually over beautiful,hyper loving but least caring . She had a queue of boys who wanted to be with her , at least for a night. She also allowed them to sleep with her at hotels. The boys were always satisfied but never knew they were committing the biggest mistake of their life. They are now just dead bodies with living souls

I think if they could percieve themselves as Moirangs and her as a Sparrow,they would never sleep with her although they have the strongest of the strong urge. Contrary to what i think,they thought of her as Champra,Hawaijar or Soibum. They tasted her flesh in the form of "Champra Mahi","Chagempomba" or "Soibum Eromba" and now they are compensating with a life consuming disease. But who cares,they slept because they wanted to. Aren't we living in a democracy; "a no - one - cares - anything" kind of place.

IndiGo waits for me

One more wall has been faced. I actually waited with anticipation for the wall to come. Despite much speculation i couldn't clear it for the third time in a row,a hattrick of failure. It means I've got yet another opportunity to fly in an IndiGo Airbus A320 to Guwahati followed by a four hour taxi drive to Shillong. Although it seems adventurous,it is not even an inch closer to being so. In such a case,an over worried and hyper stressed brain controls the function and it is of no good whatsoever. Anyone can guess how it can be



PS: Photo was captured on july 23 , 2010 at Imphal Airport on a Nokia 5220

Unrated Thoughts and Life

My avidity to write poems and article has been a help when i want to yell out,and yell out through my poems. I had never been so much into this poetry thing before. Kind of a lust of poetry has developed in me,inside my heart. I only wrote few lines of my thought when i was a kid.

Actually,the basis of my writings is my family and the troubled relations i've had with close ones,doesn't particularly mean girlfriends or sweethearts. I'm very much a reserve lad and i keep everything inside my tiny virtual closet,which never really exists.

There has been so many turn arounds in such a short period of two and a half years. I've been encouraged to take up a plan and then discouraged in the middle of execution. More to that,i've been humiliated in front of everyone only to be embraced later. I've been into a lot of embarashment lately.

How could a person be happy if his dreams of becoming a "Man" is not fulfilled after so many attempts? You get ripped off mentally sooner or later. But that's compulsory. Sometimes i feel i should just ignore everything and put a stop to my life. But at the next moment,my mama's care,father's love and sister's tantrums on me would flash in the mind and i couldn't proceed further.