Burhan, Army, AFSPA and I

Heart for Burhan Wani but conscience says No to Proxy War.. My dear Brothers and Sisters in Kashmir, this has been happening all the same in my state too, for the last 60 years. There have been documented 1528 cases of fake encounter in Manipur, Numerous children got vanished in the last 10 years. Men were killed, women were raped by the protector, which actually is the Destroyer in disguise. AFSPA give the Protector the utmost power to fire upon or use other kinds of force even if it causes death, against the person who is acting against law or order in the disturbed area for the maintenance of public order. He had a true heart but his means of retaliation was not proper, at least. I believe everybody who is a rebel must either support the country in which he live to such an extent that the country itself bows down to him or be rich and powerful enough to wage war against the country. In his case, his rebel mind (as i believe) had no other option but to take refuge of the neighborhood. He truly became a rebel but in the process became a part of the Proxy War against the country. I wish he took the former way of being a rebel.. Congratulationsto India and Pakistan for keeping the Kashmir issue alive. You have won again. It's the loss of common people. People like me who live not knowing when my end will come, not knowing how to live a fruitful life. I have nothing more to say. Our right to freedom has long gone in the wilderness created by the Protector

Feeling

My Name is Dinesh, which comes from Sanskrit , Dina - Day and Esha - Lord. My father's family practice Hinduism. My mother's family follow indigenous Meitei Religion. I spent my childhood in the company of manyalmost all Hindu friends. My family practices both elements of Hinduism and Sanamahi. I studied in a Christian School. One of my best friends in school was a Christian. My friends during the off years were almost all Muslims. My best friend to whom I look up to is a Muslim. Somewhere in the journey, I feel I have lost the feeling of hatred towards other religion which I don't follow. I feel complete with these people. We play Holi together, We do iftar together. We celebrate Christmas together. Religionis not a bone of contention in our part of India, except for few places. I hope the rest of the country develops this sense

Life

Life is too short to live a lifetime... Good follows bad and bad follows good. I have a part inside me which I dont wanna visit. I have kept it close for so long that I have almost forgotten. But as the saying goes, "You never forget your best song", even if I try to avoid, I ultimately end up inside it, my "Black Hole". It has absorbed almost every wing I once had.  One mistake of life doesn't mean life is over but it is good never to commit mistakes .

Things i like

Your eyes
Your straight hair
Not a blonde
Your work
Fitness
Halfway across the globe

Patricia

I met a girl named Patricia many years ago in the festival of joy. She was there leaning against the fence which was there to guard off the ticketless people. We exchanged glances, started a conversation, had some drinks of coconut water. We continued to be friends. She grew up in the lake island of Thanga as a witness to the breathtaking beauty of mother nature. This might be the reason of her beauty and innocence.  Few years down the line, we fell in love. She was my companion for three years , my mate for that long and my love till the earth crumbles. Patricia died last spring in a crossfire in Loktak Pat. I have no one to blame but her. Why she loved nature...

Blabber

With each day, I gain some experience of humanity. With each night, I try to shed off some ego. But I am also a human. It becomes very difficult sometimes to witness the everyday happenings of this fading life. The moments spent in unison, the frames of being together and the glimpse of the paradise long lost silhouettes my foreground; the beginning of a new dawn, as if the snake has shed off his skin, shiny and lustrous not knowing it has gained one more year, one more span of whatever good or bad. Hundred years, 100 deeds, 50 years,50 deeds. May be this is how we are meant to live. No emotions and all vibes of artificially created emotion analogues. I am having a hard time understanding even myself, let alone friendship, humanity, bonding...

Retro

It has been 33 months since I came here and I have been in the literary committee for the same amount time. I went home in my first euphoria bit stayed here and in fact, gave my hand in organising the events along with my friend Debo and Rajon in second year. We organised our own last year. The committee members of 2012 has remained more or less the same , barring two changes. We are left with the job of publishing the annual college magazine 2015 for which only printing has remained to be done. As our 33 months long journey drives towards the destination, a sense of well being interwoven with nostalgia is running through my veins. The members are now like a family. We share each other's flaws, abilities, disabilities, joy, sorrow and what not. As I get exposed to each scolding, each appreciation, suggestion and criticism, it seems I have become more matured ; responsible, committed and soft. I am lucky to have such people as my members. They have supported to in both good and bad times. I got to know the intricate components of living a life and in that I have got to know what love and friendship mean. Apart from the committe thing, thus journey has given me the opportunity to reown myswlf from the hands of the ever increasing sea of wildernwss. I think I have succeeded in finding at least what my life partner should be like. Who knows she is somewhere near waiting for the perfect day or thousand miles away from me. Whatever it is, I wouldn't tremble to find her.

It is good to have an end to journey
toward; but it is the journey that
matters, in the end.

Ernest Hemingway