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Anarchist Resistance against State and Authority: A Perspective

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Note: This write-up is entirely paraphrased from the 19,488-word long sub-section on Why are anarchists against the state? — under the section of Why do anarchists oppose the current system?— from An Anarchist FAQ, prepared by the Anarchist FAQ Editorial Collective consisting of Iain McKay, Gary Elkin, Dave Neal and Ed Boraas. The original text, first published in June 2009, is sourced from the Anarchist Library. Read the complete text of the publication at http://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/the-anarchist-faq-editorial-collective-an-anarchist-faq.



Introduction

While the popular understanding of anarchism is of a violent, anti-State movement, anarchism is a much more subtle and nuanced tradition then a simple opposition to government power. Anarchists oppose the idea that power and domination are necessary for society, and instead advocate more co-operative, anti-hierarchical forms of social, political and economic organisation.
— Susan Brown, The Politics of Individualism: Liberal…

of a heavenly journey

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a translation of a manipuri poem laireibak ta koiruba written by akhu chingangbam in september 2009
the original poem was sourced from his blog nungshi hidak (http://brimmingriver.blogspot.com)




one day the police stopped me at minuthong*
they frisked me, my body and my bag
they found nothing but they took me away
yeah, they took me away on their vehicle

i asked: ‘where are you taking me to?’
and i added: ‘it’s been long i had rode on a vehicle
i’m feeling dizzy’

one of the cops screamed:
‘keep quiet, you bad breath!’

i told him:
‘yeah i must be smelling foul
it’s been long i’ve been a mute
for i was born in this land of mutes

‘but i can speak now
i can see it now
an apparent final day of my life'

another cop barked:
‘blindfold him!’

then the vehicle screeched and stopped
i requested: ‘what, pray tell, have i done?’
the third cop was considerate:
‘i’m high right now on booze and pills
but you don’t look like a local
you are dark
you are ugly
smelly armpit, scraggy beard
and see th…

The Civilised Manipuri

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A reflection on what makes a person a lady or a gentleman in Manipur but which are all objectionable

what man calls civilization
always results in deserts
—don barquis
from what the ants are saying



I’m going to take a bold step. Nobody can define a Manipuri as shown by the ongoing crisis of the Inner Line Permit System in Manipur. For me, the crisis has made more convinced that anti-politics is real. A few days back, on the same day, two leading local English dailies, the Sangai Express (Failing to define who is a Manipuri: Not enough homework done) and the Imphal Free Press (Thus Far No More) carried editorials on the identity issues.

Brushing off the parochial politics, and naïvely considering the inhabitants of the existing province as the Manipuris, I have taken the step to identify the ‘absolute’ attributes of a civilised Manipuri.

First of all, hopefully, this exercise will not be biased because I don’t belong to one such group of civilised people. That means I can stay object…

on living and dead skeletons

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my hometown is haunted
yet it’s no more the rice
those that poured on tin roofs
those that my uncles heard
in their cursed history

ignore the witches now
ignore all the shamans
ignore the tamnalais
ignore all the hellois
ignore the magicians

living skeletons roam around the town
a neighbour says he has seen one of them
of one of his friends the army had nabbed
sans rhyme or reason ten years ago
he says it was blabbering about life

walking by a dead school-turned-police camp
last night i saw an orgy of the death
i wish i had taken the usual route
but they frisk like we’re always a suspect
do unusual routes imply sex shows?

it’s a crime to live in this bloody town
see the worst debauchery and orgies
it’s more sordid than b-grade horror flicks
at home i heard about another one
people saw it at a place called seijang

today at sekmai, there i’d only care
what anybody would care about there
a few drinks; a toast to this life of death
and come back home fine but at koirengei
the locals had found a dead skeleton




The Last Monologue

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This graphic series is based on a Manipur poem Imphalda Prithivigi Aroiba Numitta written by Laishram Samarendra. It was originally published in the anthology Khul Amagi Wari in 1985.





An Open Letter to the Concerned Leaders

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People’s consultation meet resolves
Source: The Sangai Express    22 June 2016, Imphal: Concerned leaders of different communities adopted 20 different resolutions, which they call [the] Imphal Peace Declaration, to restore peace and understanding in the State at a people’s consultation held at Hotel Imphal today.

Dear Concerned Leaders,

At the outset, I’d like to appreciate you for your intervention into the crisis Manipur has been going through; and it is even more remarkable that your gathering was not a typical ‘All-Manipur’ convention that would include only the Meiteis.

Nobody has ever admitted that the people have a problem but thanks to your creative and intellectual involvement, it is now commendable that you have, in your own words, ‘recognised’ it. For such a definitive consultation programme, as gratitude, I’d suggest you should meet next time at the original Classic Hotel, which is essentially more posh than the Hotel Imphal by Classic or whatever the latter’s name is.

In Defence of Polemics

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I look forward to losing two hours of my life in writing this piece albeit I’m left with no option but to spend the time. Last week, I wrote about the Diversification Plans of the Samaritans. I wrote it from my observation of the society I belong to and which I believe it is my responsibility as a member to engage with, and from my political beliefs. But unfortunately, those Samaritans against whom I have written cannot understand it and they believe they are indeed a real Samaritan, a term which I had used as a euphemism, as in using a ‘yakuza’, who could simply be called a ‘chain-snatcher’.

Here’s another gist of the story that hopefully will also shed some light to understand things despite their slowness.

The ‘official’ matters regarding indigenous society in contemporary Manipur had its origin sometime in 1980 with campaigns spearheaded by the All Manipur Students’ Union and the All Manipur Students’ Coordinating Committee. We can presume that those people or volunteers never c…

Press Release: Dialogue for Peace in Manipur

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An online petition on Change.org which was supported by 500 plus people of Manipur, from different walks of life, has been submitted to both the leaders of Joint Action Committee Against Anti-tribal Bills (JACAATB) at Churachandpur and Joint Committee On The Inner Line Permit System (JCILPS) at Imphal today, 20 June 2016. A memorandum was also submitted to the Chief Minister and Chief Secretary, Govt. of Manipur, requesting them to mediate between the two parties.

The campaign was initiated to end the ongoing impasse between JCILPS and JACAATB.  More than 500 people belonging to different communities who want to restore the peaceful communal harmony between various communities in the state have signed the petition, urging both the groups to have a dialogue and sort out the differences.

We the signatories believe that dialogue is the only means to sort out the differences so that peace is restored.

Quotes from JACAATB and JCILPS

The Chief-Convener of JACAATB Mr H Mangchinkhup said: “Th…

Proverbial Blues

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“The world isn’t fair, Calvin.”
“I know, Dad, but why isn’t it ever unfair in my favor?”
― Bill Watterson, The Essential Calvin and Hobbes: A Calvin and Hobbes Treasury Someday I’d like to do a proper comic but I find it needs two efforts simultaneously: one, build a whole foundation of text or a narrative and two, dig out expressions that would build the story solely on the crispiest, and the most effortless  visuals. The images posted below are some of the most basic illustrations that I can get on some proverbs in English language that are contradictory to each other. Here’s the collection:  










Mrs Binalakhsmi Devi Inc: Diversification Plans of the Samaritans

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A few overly respected Manipuri old-timers of a scheduled tribe demand committee have been almost successful in sabotaging the issues regarding the Inner Line Permit System. Then, a few NGOs have also jumped on the bandwagon trying to get the most out of this tragedy called Manipur. Instead of intervention, these NGOs have become a part of the problem.


A Short Definition

According to the Business Dictionary, ‘diversification’ is, in corporate strategy, ‘a practice under which a firm enters an industry or market different from its core business’. But how is such a corporate thingy related to Manipur? Cut it short. Let’s come straight to the point.

We are talking about a few Manipuri NGOs; or simply put, a few organisations that have appropriated this concept of diversification successfully, but without considering the repercussion. Unsurprising it is, though, for all that matters are the success stories of diversification and nothing else, and thence more funds and more projects.

A Lon…

Graphic Novels: An Encounter

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Two weeks ago, AT was shocked when I told him I don’t know Parismita Singh, the cartoonist, neither her The Hotel at the End of the World. He also added the Singh in her name is like our style (of the Manipuris’?) and not that of Punjabi’s.

Parismita belongs to Assam and she has quite earned a name for herself in the world of graphic novel and art; it’s amazing and perhaps she is the only graphic novelist in the Northeast. First published in 2009, her title is inspired by Douglas Adams’ The Restaurant at the End of the Universe of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy trilogy.

Here’s a part of the blurb from Penguin India, the publisher:

In the hotel at the end of the world it’s business as usual, as Pema dishes up rice and pork curry to travellers who stop by for a drink and refuge from the rains. Everyone there has a story to tell, and at times they end up revealing more than they want to.

On their journey to China, Kona and Kuja, bound together by fate, stumble upon the trail of …

Politics of the Slaves

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Two groups of terrorisers, the armed rebels and the state, and a set of the terrorised have redefined the meaning of slave politics in the most elegant ways

If there breathe on earth a slave,
Are ye truly free and brave?
If ye do not feel the chain,
When it works a brother's pain,
Are ye not base slaves indeed,
Slaves unworthy to be freed?

—James Russell Lowell, Stanzas on Freedom

Did anyone say slavery is beautiful? No, I guess I’m confusing it with the Roberto Benigni’s tragicomedy Life Is Beautiful. But nevertheless in our hometown, there exists a beautiful kind of slavery. Beautiful, because we don’t have to work in a paddy field for 18 hours a day, because there is nothing American waste about it, and because it does not exist in its literal sense but in some mysterious ways that sometimes we would even cherish it by singing paean for New Delhi. On other occasions we would realise that we suffer from self-hate because we are assholes but anyway, there are a few examples to s…

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