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

Realisation

Life is a great journey only if you know how to travel. In my 23 years of existence, i have come across many people. Some enjoy appreciating others, some enjoy blaming, some don't enjoy anything at all.

I shall say I am someone who wants to liberate myself from the chains of  society. I have a strong desire to work together and a firm belief in the motto “From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.”

I have few friends with similar ideal. In these few weeks, I got to know one coming of age friend of mine has very similar thought process as mine. Live life to the fullest, hate the ones who hate you but never ever hate someone until that someone hates you. Love is a word that explains the unconditional everything for someone.

In this journey of life, I have learnt how to cheat, how to ignore important things of life. I also learnt to help people, to be responsible and be enthusiastic and to love near and dear ones unconditionally. However on a realisation note, I feel a void , someone whom I can trust, whom I can share everything with.

Like everyone else, i am not free of problems and my problem is I can't settle for a long time. I simply cannot, may be because I try to find trust and loyalty from those in whom there is no such thing. I need a friend, a true friend with whom I can share everything. I want to let go my emotions, my disability, my secrets, my weakness. I hope to find someone who will be by my side in times of thick and thin. Relationship apart, I want to undo my mistakes. I want to be young again, sincere and without trouble. I didn't consider the value of those 3 long years but today I realise the importance of time, sincerity and hard work. I wish I was a better man.

PS: It is not a race to win. No one wins the race against time. Tomorrow becomes today, today signs off to be yesterday . The only thing that wins against time is experience.

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.