My View on relation between Hinduism and Sanamahi Laining of Manipur

I am neither a historian nor a scholar of religion. I simply do have some knowledge (truth- more than many of the pseudo sanamahi scholars) about the similarities of Hinduism and Sanamahi Laining. South East Asia was under the influence of Hinduism for more than 15 centuries which began in circa 100 BC and continued till the advent of Islam in these places, roughly around 14-16th century AD. The Influence originated from Eastern India and the last force to extend was from South India.  In the religious mythology of the Meiteis, the Supreme Lord, Atiya Kuru Sidaba created many creatures before successfully creating human being - based on his own image. Lord Sanamahi and His Brother Ebudhou Pakhangba had a contest of travelling the world 7 times and whoever returns first was to be crowned the ruler of the Kingdom. So Lord Sanamahi set out but when he returns, Ebudhou Pakhangba was already the King. He got to know that Ebudhou Pakhangba was told circling around his father's throne for 7 times is equivalent to travelling the world 7 times . Hence the Name Pakhangba (Pa- Father , Khangba- To know). Similar writings are available in Hinduism about the creation of Human Being and travelling the World. BRAHMA created human from his own soul. Lord Kartikeya travelled the world thrice while His brother Ganesha circled around this father for 3 times. I believe the Religion that we the Meities followed before the advent of Vaishnavsim in the valley at around mid 1800s was a form of Pre Mauryan or may be post Mauryan or Chola Dynasty Hinduism which had firm influence all over South East Asia and which shaped the Cultural and Religious Lifestyle of these peoples.. I hope the historians make a good research....

Kadi Ao Ni

I have been listening to Kadi Ao Ni sung by Atif Aslam and Mai Dhai in Coke Studio 8, Pakistan for the 15th time in 2 hours now. My heart's been truely captured by the lyrics and the singers added by the soul breaking music. The song is a Rajasthani/Punjabi/ Hindustani (khariboli) ballad of two lovers who live in different places (country) now.

The Boy is now in a different place (country) but he hasn't forgotten her. He wants to go back to meet her.. Years have passed with many excuses (Beete zamaane kisi bahaane). Ever corner of his home is filled with her memories wants her to remember him all her life even though they are at different places now. (Wahaan jaane ke baad saari umar)

How the girl yearns for him to come back atleast for once and see her. Explains how beautiful her new place ( country) is. His words still linger in her place. How people touring  her country enjoy the land - West (Datar) to East (Gajpati) to South (chattrapati) to Central (Bhopal).

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...