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Ramblin on

Why do I live for? I live for freedom but am shackled by the humdrum existence. I want to fly and flutter my way to unknown territories... I want to die and come back to life again... I want to live in a society where there is no violence and hatred. I want to get rid of my hunger, even so this is a desire. Isn't it ironic? But I still want to fly.
Life is a journey to an unknown world. To hell with those management gurus who preach about plan and ambition. My dream is to fly to the end of the universe and see how man is such a crap... such a microscopic being in this unknown astronomical creation. And my freedom is to get rid of the things that hinders me to be a human being — an animal who possesses ethos, pathos and logos.
But someone just chips in from the back that a thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it. [:(]  Freedom I WILL not follow you, my bird,
I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
To bring thee here anew.

I love the free in th…

Defining Nationalism from a Humanist Perspective in Manipur


Nationalism is a set of beliefs taught to each generation in which the Motherland or the Fatherland is an object of veneration and becomes a burning cause for  which one becomes willing to kill the children of other Motherlands or Fatherlands.  Howard Zinn

Image: Bridgette Glogster

According to Stanford Encyclopaedia of Philosophy,
the term 'nationalism' is generally used to describe two phenomena: (1) the attitude that the members of a nation have when they care about their national identity and (2) the actions that the members of a nation take when seeking to achieve (or sustain) self-determination. How we define such a term in a conflict zone, like Manipur, would be hard as nails. This feature is a frank attempt to rebut the question of identity crisis that plagues us. The endeavour could be demanding, but perhaps it could somehow soothe my deep resentment towards our society.

There is a problem area – a slight disruption in realising the term itself. Nation…

Haiku Hafting

The Unintentional Sacrilege of an Art Form


How do you ignore?
The traffic is so heavy,
Wish i have a wing.

The sun's song so warm
Keeps me away from freezing
Yet winter's so fine.

Go high in your life
What do you got to lose, guys?
Enjoy and have fun.

Angaobani ei
Paide sensu, nongmeisu
Punsi nongdamba

Eibu hatpinu
Eibu kapthokpiganu
Eidi michamni

Enesi Toro
Chahina niphu-taret
Masakna Zorro.

Show me the light
Of peace, love and brotherhood
You can take my life.

Colours of my land
Like the rainbow it delights
Yet it never soars.

Why do we exist?
They say the Gods and big bang
I say it's all lies.

Chatli, soom chatli
Youde eigi panthoongfam
Punsigi lambi

Getting rid of negativism

Of Pain, Torture and Agony

When you lost everything, you can lose any more.
When the tears could be hidden no more,
And when life becomes but a fucking piece of shit,
And when life could not bear the searing heat,
That's when you want to fuck off away,
To fuck off from this fucking illusion of dismay.
For nothing is real, but the Real and the moment still
Yet this fucking pain I still feel.

Amamba Ahangba

Khallak-tene nongmata punsigi panthungfam
Ngeihak-ki nungaibana oiragadra punsise
Taibangsu mamsinkhare nisagi marumda
Wakhalsu ahangba-lakta kangaona-duna leikhare

Chatli ngasisu eina lambisida
Amamba ahangba mayamsigi marak-ta
Tasengna pellaktare eibu mayamse
Amamba ahangba mayamsigi marak-ta

Awabani awaba awabagi awaba
Wabu wabara ahangba-lakta elibabu
Amamba maraksida udare karisu
Wakhal-sinabu penthokpa yaragadra punsise

Nanglak-liba ekaibasing, awabagi cheithengsing
Tasengna khallaroidra eibu mayamse
Khallabasu amamba ahangba-lakta tinkhare
Lammuknare eihakse amamba ahangbalaksida

These lyrics were …

Weekend Box Office

The five things that I love doing on weekends...

Should we work hard on weekdays, and party harder on weekends? Living in a corporate world makes you wonder if life is all about waiting for Saturdays and Sundays. Five years down the line, the notion might change — for that makes seven years of work experience for me, I'll have climbed the ladder in job post and hopefully, I'll earn more. And now? I'm just trying to differentiate, my needs and wants. You slog it out ten hours a day with just enough salary, and that only makes you swear at your organisation and your boss, specifically.

But I do love my two-days' off each week. I'm not even in favour of taking leaves on weekdays. Maybe I'm being conditioned like a machine that works at regular intervals, churning out the same shits day in and day out. Anyway, what is more fun than doing the things you love in your free time. Here's my take.

NUMBER ONE Hit the bottle
Last Sunday, I celebrated my birthday and came b…

The Idea of Manipur

People are just about as happy as they make up their minds to be.
Abraham Linclon

New Delhi:
The four years I have spent outside Manipur, fix in two discrete views of the state. On one hand, there is the popular sentiment in the present living condition, which is characterised with high tension and chronic disorder; while the venture of the union government to pacify the imbroglio, on the other.

The rules of the day in Manipur are depressing. There is, unfortunately, no expression to recount the existing condition, that sometimes reaches the point of sheer absurdity. It is a wretched society, pervaded with violence, corruption, underdevelopment and animal conduct.

The destiny of the people, who live for the sake of living, is beyond comprehension. Praise those lot who are happy and satisfied there.

Earlier, an emotion troubles me that New Delhi is the main culprit for creating such a hopeless society. The intuition has changed now, wondering if the general people are also more …

My new tattoo :)

You think it, I ink it. 


Holiday spirits

A Manipur Diary
Dec 26 2009 - Jan 10 2010

New Delhi, Jan 20 2010: Spending more than two years is a long time to be away from home. Yet sometimes, the circumstances compel you to take decisions willy-nilly in life. My life is no exception; I had travelled far from those days, and has been making my living in a distant land – far away from those surroundings where I had spent most of my life. It is often irksome by the lack of job prospects in our hometown. And another moment, there is a feeling I'd get rust in the slow-pace living if I spend my life there throughout. The solution could be staying over the two places – where there is my means of support and where truly my heart is. How do I strike the balance here depends on how I'm climbing on my career ladder. For better I earn, the more affordable it could be for me to go places, literally. Eventually, staying faraway is not a pleasure, but rather my obligation.

So I was visibly pleased; I was excited that I was going home. The…

Mary Jane

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New Year's Day

New Year's Day… now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual.
G. K. Chesterton

The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul and a new nose; new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes. Unless a particular man made New Year resolutions, he would make no resolutions. Unless a man starts afresh about things, he will certainly do nothing effective. Unless a man starts on the strange assumption that he has never existed before, it is quite certain that he will never exist afterwards. Unless a man be born again, he shall by no means enter into the Kingdom of Heaven.


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