The Other Police

“If electricity comes from electrons,
Does morality comes from morons?”

Saw this one liner in a tiny box given in The Times of India today. The entire page is dedicated to the morality and so-called cultural custodians. The journos did a good job in capturing a photo of a T-print of the western term ‘The Gypsy River Broadband’, proudly displayed by one among the moral brigade. The whole issue, doing the rounds in all media houses for the last couple of days, on the ‘Mangalore Pub’ incident. For all those, who’re not keeping a track on the news and views, couple of days back, in one of the pubs in Mangalore, the so-called moral policemen bumped in, harassed the women and threw them out of the pub. Mangalore, being in the vicinity of the Silicon Valley, made a definite stir in Bangalore and so the Govt.bodies, the white-collared lots, and the average Kannadiga & Non reacting on the same. What I got to hear later from Times Now is, just because the media highlighted the incident, the police force in general and the political circuit began to react (in terms of airing their voices); otherwise it would have probably remained unheard about like many other incidents happening in India and no one really would ever voice their concerns. The best things about these incidents is, you’d get to hear your politicians coming out and airing their voices; they’d surprise you with their articulation in condemning such actions (barbaric, undemocratic, ‘talibanization’, some of them really fancy and jazzy…only to find a place in the headlines of the newspaper next day. And most importantly, the pub hopper in me could not sit idle when the CM came out against pub culture. Mr.CM, for your information, Pubbing is just not an industry in Bangalore but a way of living, and people are equally religious about it like they are with cricket. Fine, we’ve agreed upon the timelines you’ve set, but let me re-iterate the fact to you that Pubbing is a synonym of a Bangalorean.


But yes! On a serious note, it’s high time these incidents need to be given a thought about and turn those into actions. We take pride in calling ourselves the largest democracy in the world, but why can’t we draw a line between our cultural discipline and human rights. I can understand the literacy ratio within the nation, a rather large population that is carried away by the rotten leadership they fall prey under. Then who’s going to bridge the gap and help the less fortunate to enlighten, help them better their thought processes and decision making.

All such incidents highlight the other Indian residing in the earth, which the majority of India hates to admit. Along with the techie and spiritual Indian, there exists a hypocrite Indian (which outnumbers the said former titles), a hypocrite male, to be very precise. He who does not want to share the same podium, sit across the same table, attain the same height together along with the only other gender. When things do not go his way, he finds it challenging and in the process, the unsocial animal within him starts ruling. He’s hypocrite because he can attend other women but can’t see his partner doing the same. He can get physical when he does want his level of sexual pleasure but don’t mind leaving the same partner half way once he’s done. When questioned, he’ll retaliate, accuse her being uninteresting but would never admit the deteriorating potentials he has. Why? Why can’t we be ourselves?? We cant we embrace the reality.

There could be variety of reasons that may come up. I associate such acts with another psychological aspect. The minds involved in brainwashing or acting as leads, most of them, belonged to the era before the 90s. With all the economic reforms and changes in the 90s and thereafter, it brought in the two genders much closer, sharing more social & unsocial spaces & moments. There’s this lot which missed out on this wonderful moment of emotions and celebrations, in fact could not avail it. There’s this burning unfulfilled desire coupled with regret, a sort of remorse of not being there, doing things that people today do. Which ultimately leads to variety of resistance to see all such spaces and moments. Had Sir Sigmund Freud been alive, he would have agreed upon this theory of mine. But this is human being, he will take his own sweet time to change perception. And a billion minds will definitely take much time. But yes, it can get faster.

How can we do that? Ma’am! Rise, Resist, Revolt. Celebrate your freedom, promote the same, and convey the message to all that it is your birth right. I know you do not find too many support for the same today, but let me assure you that the number is only increasing. Why can’t you dance your heart away when the men have been doing since time immemorial? Why can’t you let your hair down over a sip of Vodkatini after a hard day’s work? A greater message to all the political parties, I’m not voting for you. With due respects to your party objectives, wherever you resort to any undemocratic act, whenever you’re violating the human rights; be assured that I lost hope on you. It’s high time you pay the price for not listening to my voice, for not caring my views. People chairing important seats, understand your roles and react, wish we can put a TAT behind these nerds. I see some active people like Renuka Choudhary, Minister of Women and Child Development, but other policy makers also need to be on the same platform.


I have a brilliant idea! The Valentine’s Day is coming up next, I’m sure the same gang must have had their plans chalked out for making an impact. Let’s all go to the Police Commissioner’s office and ask for security, get the media and air “THE MASS DATING EVENT”. A fitting response to those who tries to enforce their lousy discipline in the name of being a custodian for culture. It will give an idea that morality comes from within and does not come with suppression.

In the potty!!

After a much needed Friday night party, I woke up early in the Saturday morning. There’s this strange thing in me; whenever I add some alcohol to my dinner, I have a tendency to wake up early on time. My eyes opened up at 7.49am, my mobile confirmed. Good job! My hands quickly reached out to the water bottle nearby; I had to call the nature at my schedule. Soon enuf, I got the kicks, rushed towards the bathroom. I never forget the fag along with me. Shit! Where’s the towel? Ugghh!! i ran to pick it up and put my ass down in the throne.

Temple- Tell you what, my bathroom is my temple. It is this place where I pray to God, thank him for everything, think of the world and life and come out enlightened. But this was no ordinary day…only later that I came to know.

I started my experience. Oh! What a relief!! There are few experiences I regard among the best…Drink water after thirst, clear your kidney after a long wait, a hard-earned orgy and this is another. I was just breathing a sigh of relief, when suddenly…”WILL YOU EVER GET RID OF THE JUNKIES THAT YOU EAT EVERYDAY”, echoed a voice. I was like who’s it? “Sir, you mind introducing yourself!”. “It’s ME, you guys call me GOD, your soul…”. “Now, what the hell are you doing here? As far as my knowledge goes, I knew you as being straight, not sure if ‘am misinformed”, I said confused. “Now cut the crap and answer to me”, he was furious. It took me sometime to get real.

“Well, actually! I stay single and find it difficult to walk up to the kitchen everyday and therefore I head for the nearest joint to have food, you know it all”. “Will you ever get out of the excuses, and get sincere”. I forgot who ‘am talking to. “And what’s this fag doing here with you”. “It helps to put the nature as per my schedule, you know”. “Now, don’t act smart, don’t you call me tomorrow when your partner looks for alternatives other than you”. This was big; I immediately lit off the almost finished bud. “You know it all, sir…all the work around me, responsibilities etc. keeps me under a lot of stress, so I go for a smoke or two”. “Bugger, who are you playing with, I never created you indifferently. And by the way, what are your problems; help me count some”. “Sir, where do I start from…the credit cards…there’s lot of pressure to close them”. “Boy, you should have used it sensibly”. “Why do you keep increasing them time to time”, I shot back putting the ball at his court, yeah! Well, you were one of my chosen ones to have availed it, BUT NOT ANYMORE”. Meow!! “Sorry father”. “Okay! Now…move on”.

“Sir, It’s this hair that’s causing a problem, I mean I don’t get this attention at all these days, you know, am loosing it all. There’s no hair lose as such but the root itself is getting blocked, could you help me with this? ”Huh! What were you doing all these years; did you ever take care of your epidermis? “Well, yeah! I guess not”. “But yeah! I did put a lot of efforts in my professional aspects, then why am I still getting peanuts”. This was a sure shot blow I thought. “So that you learn the hard way, concentrate on basics, lay your foundation, you’ll reap rich dividends later”, now this was a soother but I wanted to ask him about the end of this never ending process. Nevertheless, we moved on.
“So, what’s up next, what are your plans ahead?” “Well! I have made some action items, you know…”. “Stop there! I’ve been listening to these every first month of the year, would those ever get into the implementation stage” He shouted before I could close my line. “Well sir, I have been making efforts but somehow could not”. “Its high time you get your act together, boy!!” I nodded my head in agreement. HE was right.

“Alright now, get yourself cleaned up now…would you? Keep working sincerely…that’s all I would say. Give a buzz to your inner self, you’d find me around you. But yes, don’t you call me here, I’d be better off in your living room".

I did not hear anything else after that, silence prevailed in the bathroom. I quickly cleaned up, soaped myself up like never before, and came out. Yet another lesson…came out enlightened.

The 'Slumdog Millionaire' experience

It’s been a while that I’ve been hearing about this movie ‘Slum dog Millionaire’. As the name suggests, it made an immediate impact with the viewer in me, much to the liking of the marketing division of ‘Slumdog Inc.’ would have wanted to. I could not resist the call and went for the hunt. Went to the nearest store, only to hear- ‘Sir, chala gaya’. Grrhhh!! “Abbe! Kitne copy banaye the tune”, to which came an astounding response- ‘Sir, saat’. Seven DVDs! all out for rent at the same time…sounds interesting. I became all the more curious, now how on earth could I be an exception to have not watched it? I walked faster towards the next DVD Store. I usually don’t enjoy too much of walks, but I had to get this. Tell you what; you can do the impossible, provided you are interested. I usually take a rick to reach my shuttle point everyday for office; there’s no energy then because it’s ‘just another day’ at work. And here you go, the same guy is walking all over in his quest for a Rs15 DVD. Finally, I reached another store that I had in mind, only to see the owner gheraod by customers like me. I saw one asking for ‘Australia’, that’s fine with me. Then there’s a couple arguing over ‘When Harry met Sally’ and ‘Casablanca’. “Good God”, I said to myself, “Can I suggest something, go watch ‘Adam and Eve or a Blue Lagoon or try playing the lead role instead at home’ but please, for god’s sake, move your decomposed, rusty asses outta here”. The girl suddenly looked at me, as if she just heard me, saw my impatient face and moved her way out. Thank you, sweetie! She was pretty, must say!

Ah! I got it!! My efforts paid off. I walked my way out of the store, silently conveying my apology to the producers of SM for having encouraged piracy one more time. I reached my gate, suddenly my inner self called out ‘I don’t have popcorns’. But a packs of chips would do, and yes, a pack of cigarettes probably to celebrate every crucial moment of the movie. Ran to the store all over again for the 50m stretch (I actually ran) and got my inventory.

My audio-visual set up is always on the ‘Go’ mode. I take pride in my Philips home theatre, a sound investment, something that brought me cheers during my crisis. The 19th century TV is a big let-down but again, its been there since the third month of my professional career; besides, I get possessive about my stuffs, am not letting it go before it retires. Switched the theatre on, the Denzil Washington series came out; oh! I only finished 2 out of 6. Inserted my catch of the day ‘Slumdog millionaire’, quickly pulled my hardly-bean bag, rested my ass on it and lit a fag. All Set.

Slumdog Millionaire!!
Hmm!! Slums of Mumbai are on display. Kids running all around. The camera work looked good, looked real. Heard critics earlier on the same, it seems the camera captured only the bad India. So what! That’s work, the story required it. Besides, behind all the Incredible India and economic growth, we also need to accept the fact that it actually exists. In came Irrfan Khan, I like this guys…this bugger is no natural, I like him. Huh!! The Motu of ‘Satya’ fame was also around. Saw the protagonist for the first time, the kid is okay! Ah! then came Anil Kapoor on the sets of KBC-like. He was intense, looked impressive in the character. With the quiz kicking in, the story began to unfold, going back to the protagonist’s childhood. I knew this before that there actually is 3 different casting done in this movie, it was a challenge for them, claimed the director. The first phase actually had kids originally from the slums, it was said. Never mind, the kid coming out of shit-hole to catch up with the duplicate Big-B was differently interesting. The kid was struggling in his life. Also shown is his childhood love, how sweet. Suddenly, Saif Ali got my attention, it was the pack of chips. Idiot he is, he helps us gain weight at one side, and on the other hand, his girl Kareena is inspiring millions to get that zero size. WTF!! Let’s move on. The second cast. The kids seemed trained or maybe NRI kids, their accent confirmed it. And now, there was English flowing in, to meet the international viewers. Couple of top class north Indian slangs gave this Indian feel in tandem. Hehe! But not many would enjoy this for long, for the censor board will definitely replace it with their supposedly censoring Beep. Anil Kapoor looked impressive again, I did not see much of him so far, he did not have too much of screen time; but he has already made an impact in me. I agreed to media gossips, he surely is the successor for the next season of KBC, he can make it. Besides, this man deserves some accolades, he’s been around for so long, he kept on re-inventing himself, survived through all the competitiveness in the business and still going strong; I do appreciate the professional in him. Each question led to a story and showed the struggle of the protagonist; the Taj Mahal episode, it was nice. It would definitely sound familiar to the international audience for sure. The kids going to the brothel, okay scene but overall the storyline was becoming interesting. My cerebral cells wanted nicotine and I obliged with one. Third cast. This kid found his love interest after another betrayal by his brother. This time the girl was nice, dusky and pretty ok. Let me tell you, the fact that the movie looked real was, that there were no glam dolls and hunks around. The protagonist’s experience in a call centre was okay! But i would not be surprised if people and media from UK start doubting over security concerns in outsourcing businesses in India, given the fraud and Satyam sagas going around. I mean how could an office boy use office systems and telephones without authority (as shown in the movie), you never know, this could be an interesting issue with the unemployed western lot. Mahesh Manjrekar, another son of a gun, i love to see him onscreen, but typecasted again. I want him to be versatile in the future and showcase the immense talent that he has. The kid is getting closer in the bout, Anil Kapoor revealing all his experience now. The kid showed lot of expression in his stand still shots. A love story with a happy end was framing up. The director could somehow build the excitement for the final question, but it could have been better. Does not matter, by now, the protagonist already gathered enuf sympathy from me, so i wanted him to be happy anyways. The end was romantic. Liked the expression in the boy and girl ending up with that wonderful pretty-perfect incomplete kiss.

Huh!! What a movie! What a story!! Story of rags to riches; Story of a struggle; a love story; a quiz game. All blended into one. Very nice. I had witnessed a quality movie and I needed to celebrate it with another smoke. Every breathe-out thanked out the entire crew. I must add that it was incomplete without the background score from A.R.Rahman. I was stupid to understand his music too late in my life but this work only re-instated the brilliance of his work. It has an Indian feel with an international appeal. Golden Globe is just a beginning, 'am sure about many more on the way.

I quickly sat down to google. The protagonist, Dev Patil, an English actor and bronze Award winner in World Taekwondo Competition. His love interest in the movie, Frieda Pinto, a model. I liked her, nice (you wanna try these, boy!) lips. The man of the moment, Danny Boyle, we Indians would know him as the director of DiCaprio starrer- The Beach. The movie is based upon a novel Q&A, written by Vikas Swarup, a Diplomat. I had actually read about the book couple of years back when he was hogging limelight for the same. I now remember it.
But what an experience it was! The blend of Bollywood and Hollywood certainly produced magic here. The reviews in the west said, after a long time, they could witness a good movie. I’ll echo the same views for sure. There’s one regret though- “Wish I could buy a ticket thereby contributing Rs.150 bucks and add up to the profit margins of such an interesting movie.

Cooking- I need a drive (Archive)

Was going thru variety of blogs when the very thought of food stuck me. I have to cook today...as usual, my cook did not turn up, he's got this saturday night fever these days, you know :) Being a bachelor and end of the month (funds crunch, as usual), i usually cut out all social networks just to be myself and give some time to myself. So, basically i need to cook today...thats the point!!

I enjoy occasional cooking. It is good timepass, a stressbuster as well. I tried my hands couple of times after office whenever Mr.Cook was out partying!! And it has been an amazing experience. Just last monday, for a change, i prepared Channa Masala and it turned out pretty well. My tastebuds gave me some confidence that i actually took it to office next day. They were like- 'Dude, was it you who prepared it'. It gives a lot of confidence you know, not that 'am a great cook.

But again, i need that drive in me, an instinct that pushes me towards the kitchen. I become creative there. It all starts from cutting the onions and the vegetables in the right and uniform shape. Adding masala is another trick. You know, i actually took the best practices from my cook... when this bugger was new, i used to have frequent inspection in the kitchen, what and how is he doing up things? There's a lot of work he did, and i actually learnt couple of things from him. He plays around with seasoning for quite sometime, adding some masala and then stirring it over and over again...which gives a better taste...When i have time, i also try cooking under low flames, it actually turns out well....

Offlate, i have been hearing about cooking food with wine...i want to try that for once. There's no dearth of beverages in my house but all i need is a good recipe, probably a bit of googling around would help. But again, i'm looking for something which has ingredients easily accessible. Hopefully, one day i'll write something once 'am done with it.

Actually i started this off so that i get some kinda trigger and head towards the kitchen. I guess i got one, good enough to make something eatable. Me off to the kitchen...!!

Tribute to Bujons & Gurujons! (For another website)

On every crest and trough of my life, I get a reminder from my inner self to extent my deep gratitude to all the bujons and gurujons. There has been a drastic change from the times of gurujons, then the bujons till it reached me, and it's going to change further down the line. "Yes! You said it right- Change is the only constant". But today at this juncture, I find myself a mix of all of you, the bujons and gurujons, blended within me who completes me as an individual of strength and dignity.

Yes! It was you who taught me to be in my toes. Booraba, it was your unconditional love that established the faith in me that there's no bigger human act than love others. Boorima, It was your lap that I grew up, that I couldn’t forget. It was your meagre pension, Baba, that helped me get the best of the world. It was those hands that toiled in the fields and got my first pair of jeans. Ema, it was your continuous efforts in 'Bengchi' that got my first ring. Kaka, your broker cycle gave me the kicks for mechanics; Pishi, your efforts of shaping yourself up after all the hard work gave me the strength of look after myself even at the worst; Jethu, the sound of your Upaari (hukka) bears testimony of all the contentment you have in life, I wish to lead a life like yours.

Bujons! Gurujons!!

It is the Ishalpa in you that makes me feel richer with my culture. It is the Shongkirton after office that you attended, that explains me the importance of social bonding. It is the 'Ubba mokshir Paltoi' that gives me a sense of feeling, that's its straight from my kitchen; It is the Joidev I sang with you, that actually gave me the platform to test my vocal chords; It is the Krishna Janmasthami when you first showed to get creative with the mud; it is those kolaar paata that reminds me to stay grounded; it is the grand efforts you showed in spite of your limitations that made me witness the 'The big, fat Bishnupriya wedding'. It was the Roth-Jatra you were part of, that established the pride in me when everyone looked us awestruck. It was the Shraddho that you organized, made me respect those who left us. It was the revolutionist in you that taught me to stand up for a cause. It was your continuous effort that helped me stand today as a community, for an identity that I have. It was an unpaid appointment that I made to you, that showed my interest towards medicine. It was the teacher in you that guided me. It was the 'jawan' in you that starts his life all over again post retirement, pushed me to join the forces. It was your unemployment that helped me gear up for, get started and meet any eventuality. It was your 'adda' which inspired me to be aware of the world.

There are apologies that I wanted to convey but never could. My apologies for every time I went against your wish and did everything that I was not supposed to. My apologies for having pitched my voice higher assuming I've grown up. My apologies for spoiling your crop in the process of amusing myself. 'Malthepetto tor sandal haan chorkoranirka khoma chauri'. My apologies for questioning your ability when I know it is the best possible a man could have done. I have criticized you enough for all the communal problems arising today with us, but honestly, I was hiding my non-contribution in the process. I now understand my folly; If I were to have a time-machine, I would have traveled a decade or two back; just to be sure that I would have failed miserably against what you did under those circumstances. "Aaraakou aase, gelga khechuri paalit tor plate haan mi aasul dechilu taana, na souwois! Tor sougo nai!!". And many more, but I would like to cover the rest with my deeds.

I have this uphill task of carrying on the lineage with everything in place and even more. I understand that you're worried about the whole new social structure and value systems that are being defined. But I promise you to take your culture, your practices in my ecosystem; and pass it on with utmost sincerity that is shown by you to me.

I know that you are aware of my impressive words that let you down every time. But not anymore! I know you were upset to see those French wine bottles in my kitchen rack; but I'll impress you with photos of me performing TARPAN. I know you'd be wondering about the Avons of the world lying in my dressing table, but I'll show you the 'Chengi' in the bathroom as well. You'll find designer wears in my wardrobe, but have a look out side, there's a 'fichet' that's getting dry. You may be surprised by the G-String collections that I have, but you would find it overwhelming to see me clad in 'Tolophuti', attending the fests and the ethnic days in my system. I'm having sizzlers out there, but believe me; the 'ubba mokshir paltoi' triggers my taste buds like none and will continue to. I will brainstorm the new project that's up in line but will also actively participate in social causes. I will attend Paris shows but also be an ambassador to my cultural costumes wherever possible. I'll take insurance calls across globes but ensure your safety and security as well. I may enroll myself in a NUS or an ISB, but I'll also emphasize the importance on primary education of Bishnupriya Manipuri. I may poke others in orkut but shall also drive the message of being a bishnupriya among us. Above all, I'll take myself and my generation to the next level that you always wanted to and fulfill your dream.

Let me assure you that I have woken up, I've arrived, we’ve arrived. Aailang Ami! Hoi Dufagi! Kita charai ta!! Cheikta, digolgo oiya aamaar gurujon ebong bujon ore homa aahaan dikta!!
I just hope you understand the 'I' and consider yourself one.

PS- This article was meant for another website.

An Introspection

I am an average person with decent EQ, attitude, geo-politico-socio-cultural awareness (and all such termsJ) and doing so-so in my career blended with motivation. I’ve had pretty decent upbringing and exposure, my parents being rich on their own knowledge base and very active on the social front. They always offered to get me the best of our culture; probably I shied away deep inside. But I’ve got pretty decent amount of resources to expand my horizons overall, to say so. I think I speak my mother language pretty well, understand the rituals and practices, and abide by those. I would expect a call from my mom on every auspicious day- “Baba! Aaji niramish kheis”, “Ee haptaat gore giya dou homa ditangai, ti upeit to dou homadis”. (I stay away from my parents). Now why so much of self promotion? I’m coming there.
You know, this was all part of the root cause analysis that I was talking about. If I had a very normal background so to say, then why don’t I have enough reasons to talk and write about in the community where everybody is trying to contribute? Even I wanted to participate, but why am I not confident about certain things. Why don’t I have the facts and figures in place to discuss things? Why don’t I have sufficient information about the student unions, Mahasabha, their highs and the lows? Why did not I read upon any Bisnupriya Manipuri author, poet; I did have enough time.
Why can’t I appreciate the poem that a certain Mr. Jyotirmoy has scripted? I fairly understood the language, then what was missing in me. Why can’t I write in Bishnupriya Manipuri the way Santosh comments with the proper language? Why can’t I be as proficient as Henryy Da like his Bishnupriya Manipuri equals to his 1st and 2nd language? Why don’t I know about the impact of our student unions, its geographical presence etc? Do I make a sincere effort to spell check the Bishnupriya Manipuri that I speak or write, the way I’m doing while I’m writing this piece? I used to score pretty decently in history during my formative years and most importantly the interest was there. Then why don’t I have sufficient insights in the history of BM, its revolutionary period, the Martyr’s, and so on, the origin of Rajar gaon and Madoigaon apart from the mere difference in language; bits and pieces would be an understatement for me. Why don’t I have so much of conviction to write like Mr.Rishikesh does? For he surely believes in what he has known and many more.
I’m sure this kind of questions would have come up in many among us. I tried to get an answer for many of these. Got few answers, many in ‘ifs and buts’ and a lot in ‘maybe/maynotbe’. I thought I knew my language; the flow of thought was clear, speech clear. But when I read all of these, I still feel I’m missing some things. Although I speak the language like any other person in Silchar would. I got an answer, probably it’s the same difference between Lingo and Language is. But I could have been abreast with Bishnupriya Manipuri literature. Then there were answers like- “I guess I was not inquisitive enough to know”. Others like “No! Maybe I was interested but I had to prioritize on other aspects of my personal developments”. Sometimes like- “I wanted to know but I did not have the ready-made resources in place to know more about it. There’s one answer though which I got instantly- “If I don’t know so many things, then how can I be confident to write and speak in the way I would have liked to!!” All my thoughts revolved around in a vicious circle.
I consider myself a decent Bishnupriya Manipuri; I speak the language, follow rituals whenever and however possible. My idea of contributing my community was limited to be an ambassador, a representative of my community; do good in what I’m doing and getting recognized as a Bishnupriya Manipuri who did well in his domain. With every recognition comes my identity and then I would be probably introducing myself as a proud Bishnupriya. But the big question is, is that enough?? I’ll keep doing the things that I have been doing. My next generation would clearly be devoid of the misses I had; on top of it, there is this huge task of knowledge transfer which is never 100%. They would, at some point of time, even after I inject the right genes and strength to survive, would have many of these basic questions. To talk of the worst, my family would be loosing out on my cultural heritage generation after generation. And I have no choice but to be accountable for the blunder that I’ve done and still continuing.
Cultural heritage won’t remain the same, it is bound to change. But here’s the catch; the difference between good and bad is the same as expansion and extinction of a culture. Variety of inter-related circumstances acts as catalysts- like a change in economics leading to change in social structure and then hit the cultural part. But we preserve our cultural base, restore it and then pass it on to the next. How do we do that? This is the question that looms around the human race. Many in the world thought about it, gone thru successfully by and large and few who failed as well.
But I’m sure it was possible for them because they all had a collective vision. I’m sure they had this undying hunger in them to be identified and counted among the rest as a community notwithstanding their individual aspirations and success. I’m sure they must have had collectively chosen the right leader among themselves to represent, manage and stand for the cause (Henryy Da’s point on Choosing the right leaders, very true). I’m sure they would have established accountability along with their planning. I believe they would have taken lessons from the past but not included them into the discussion table for further criticism. And most importantly, they could not have done it without the efforts of the people at large. A leader is as good as his men, they say!
I sincerely feel any step intended for socio-cultural awareness makes a difference. I would like to thank all the Bishnupriya Manipuri netizens for having thought of this and going on so well. I would like to applaud for Rishikesh (bear with me, Sir! Am late for the showJ) for having initiated this forum. As I said in a comment, we now need to look ahead. I’m sure we’ll touch upon many of the things mentioned earlier on this passage as we go ahead in the year on a positive note. Also, making it reach out to as many as possible. Let’s be on a platform so that we all can echo the voices and have the sentiments flowing within us!

“Giri-Githaani- Bhul truti thaila khoma kore dibaang”. This footer note is a sorry statement of the same inconfident guy! :)

PS- This article was meant for another site.