Do not change your mind

These 120 days will change your whole life. There is no better inspiration than “LOVE”. I would never stop doing great things thinking it is hard to perform.
Ernesto Che once said,”if you tremble indignation aimed at any fellow human being, then you are a comrade of mine”.

Some things in life are just very hard to get but the dream of grasping it to your heart should drive you forever. Remember fellows, there is no villain or hero in any war. It is only the sole belief and never ending hope of achieving freedom that fuels
good hearted men.

There is always a fine line between hope and misery, so pick yourself up at the right moment,fellows.
PS: Reproduction of an article by brother Rajon Jaishy

Thoughts When I Am About to go Home

One of my seniors asked him if I was still after her. I told I was not. He donned a surprise expression on his face and said " You must try to be with the one you love or you will have to live the rest of your life with the one you don't love,pretending that you love her." I said "At the end of the day, the thing that matters is her happiness." He uttered,"You are weird"

Most of my close friends think I am weird and too sentimental sometimes. They may be true in their own sense. Or may be I am really a bizzare person having unnatural and unconventional thinking. Regardless of all these assumption, I enjoy myself than they enjoy me with their cleverness.

I love her not out of her beauty or lust. Sometimes love happens spontaneously. No one can predict, no one can trace how love happens. It has been eight months since I saw her and I still love her like anything. I tried to find the reason why I love her but I failed to find. Better let the reason be unknown.

My love doesn't end in her. I love my parents and my dear cousins and. uncles. After three months,I miss my home a lot. My home is 14 km south to imphal, in the outskirts of a small town called "nambol." I just love everything of Nambol. I am going home on 26th march and will hopefully celebrate yaoshang with my cousins. I will be eating the food that mama makes after almost three months. My father will be talking to me in his usual army style tone which I miss lately. My sister will be telling me stories the whole time.

Dear Likla(I mean you) I will always love you. And I am really sorry for this. I just can't throw you out of my brain. And Mama,Baba,Bale and my dear cousins,I am coming home. Spare that Hen for me. I will be making the best chicken ever.

The Horizon and the Sky

The Heaven and the Earth never meet
Nothing can make them fit
As the Heaven is the Good
And the Earth in a worse Mood

Everyone has seen the Sun rise
And set in the Mountain,as she cries
With the horizon making a groove
Where the clouds droop

How the colors mix and melt
And look as soft as felt
How they float away into black
As you wish them back

But then you see the stars
That are so small they could fit in jars
Now there's so many
You'd buy each one with a penny

How they shine so bright
And don't put up a fight
So you stand watching them shine
Then you realize you feel fine

So you sigh
And say goodbye.

Lonely Emotions

Since August last year,we have been taught what human body is made up of,how they function in normal condition and how many chemicals and their interaction with the organs maintain our life. But no one has ever taught us the value of life. Perhaps they think we are matured enough to understand our own values. However,the fact is it is very hard to judge one's value by oneself.

It would have been more worthy if there was a class in which the value and moral of life is being taught. I wish someone teaches us the way to handle our emotion. We are not perfect and commit mistakes very often. Hopefully someone teaches us the importance of forgiveness. Sometimes we cry (I do) and think to give up the pursuit.It is true giving up is easier than chasing. But we don't give up that easy because we know we are on the pursuit of excellence.

All of us,in some point of time,fall in love for varied reasons. Some do because they know the ones they love have the strength of rising from failure. They know those people are not perfect and live within their limits. Some do because the one they love keeps on inspiring them all the time. Some do for the sake of beauty,pleasure and pride. Some fall in love for no reason at all.

It is said we are never alone. We have friends and family to spend time with. But more often we are lonely. Perhaps being alone is better than being lonely.. No one wins against loneliness. And no one knows how lonely a person is. As for me, I have started to find joy in loneliness,hatred in love and friendship in enmity

To You

Dear,
I didn't know who you were. I didn't know how you would be. Now I know you,not too much,not too less. But I failed to know how you are. I am still trying hard to know how you are although it is of no use.

People say you are beautiful,gorgeous physically and worth liking. I couldn't recognise your physical beauty. When they say you are beautiful,I think of warning you to hide somewhere,far away from those eyes. But what could I do.

Your occasional childish act makes me love you more. The way you exclaim ayyah when you don't believe something,the way you say oing when you are surprised......and in fact everything you do is lovely.

Nothing is going to happen. So if ever there is an another life,please love me.I want to get your love. I want to know how you are. Please remember you are the only one I love for no reason.

Homie

Time to say good bye has come.
Dear Shillong,I'm leaving you in six days
Take away all my pride and false perception
Give me a chance to reclaim myself.

I want to see my mama and baba
I miss my sister's tantrums
My parents are waiting for me
So do my sister and cute little cousins

I am deprived of my home's sweetness
Living in a virtually simulated room
With useless laptop,tab and phone
I am so deprived of the mud wall

I am leaving you as I leave Shillong
Dear Look Alike,we will meet again next year
But in a different manner.
You are free from my irri now.

I shall be playing in those green grass
With my childhood friends
I shall be riding on the dusty roads
They lead my way to here

I will be cooking with my mother
I will be painting my house with my father
I will be arguing with my sister
I just want to go home

My Uncle's Diary

This is a diary entry of my uncle who died in 2004.


"Khurumjari" , Rilung greeted the people who were there to welcome her. She came all the way from Hapoli to Guwahati and to Imphal on 26 february 1996. She stayed with Ibethoi at her home for three days. She came to my house at Nambol on 29 february. 1996 was a leap year.

Kago Rilung was doing MA in Manipur University during the early 90's. There were very few non manipuri students in MU at that time. She later completed PhD in Tribal Culture. She was a very bright student.

I taught her some meiteilon words so that she could impress my family elders. And she did just the same

My mother came out to welcome the guest. She didn't know Rilung was not a manipuri. So she started talking to her in Meiteilon. Even if she knew,she would talk in Meiteilon only. She was illiterate.

"Ibemma,nangdi kanano? Emung da changak udana"
Rilung was clueless. Ibethoi told her to enter. Ibethoi answered,"Ima,magi ming Rilung koubane. Eikhoi punna MU da tamminnarambani"

"Oww,ibemma,nangdi masak matou fajeida,rashi su yamna lei. Kadaidagino nangbo?"

Ibethoi again answered,"Ima,Arunachal dagi ne"

My mother asked,"Eh,adugi khun maming dudi amukfao tadri,masu wa khara ngang haludana. Se se Ibemma,ikaiganu"

Rilung said she was not a meitei but an apatani from Itanagar. Their family was from Hong Village(I haven't any idea) in Lower Subansiri District of Arunachal Pradesh. His father was a teacher in some School in Hapoli. But she lived in Itanagar.

Ibethoi interpreted her words. I was at Manggon(veranda)

My mother made food for her and Ibethoi. We all enjoyed the lunch. I went with them to Thiyam Pat. I rowed a boat and showed her the beauty of our lake. She left at around 4 pm.

In the following 15 days,she visited many Kuki villages. We met atleast seven times. I proposed to her to be my wife. But she didn't agree. I was very sad and totally broken. We had been together for 5 years and we love each other but she didn't accept me. She left Imphal on 17 march 1996.

I wrote her many letters to this address

Kago Rilung
Papuhappa P.O . Naharlagun
Itanagar
Arunachal Pradesh Pin .791110

But there was no reply. After waiting 6 months,i finally fell down to my mother's proposal of marrying a Meitei girl

My marriage took place on 16 march 1997. I now have a daughter


On 9 may 1997,i got a letter from Rilung. She explained me why she didn't agree to the marriage. My mother made Ibethoi tell her that she had already looked a girl for me and it is our family's tradition to marry the girl who is accepted by the family. My brother,Achom Birsingh also died because of such inter community clash. My mother didn't want me to die in such clash as she thought there might be one. She begged of her.

My wife is from Thanga Heisnam Leikai,an Island of the great Loktak Lake. I now have a daughter. Her name is Yaifabi Achom. I am going to Itanagar after 6 years for a study on Tribal Life. I wil be visiting Hapoli and Hong Village and hope to visit the wetland farms where she enjoyed her childhood. I still love her,Manglembi khows it. She reckons mine is true love,my dear wife Manglembi.



Achom Ibobi Singh

11 October 2000