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Bishnupriya Manipuri Online Digest June 2012 Issue
Bishnupriya Manipuri Online Digest June 2012 Issue
Bishnupriya Manipuri Online Digest June 2012 Issue
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Contents
Khalorparor Kang strikes a chord with Hindus, Muslims .............................................................................. 4 Bishnupriya Manipuris demand more employment opportunities .............................................................. 8 BMUYA raises questions against activities of BMDC .................................................................................... 9 Hallelujah Drogba! ...................................................................................................................................... 10 Travel Blues (Part V) (New Delhi-Guwahati) ............................................................................................... 12 Travel Blues (Part IV) (Silchar to Guwahati) ................................................................................................ 16 Pocha Ojha: An epoch-maker ..................................................................................................................... 17 Assam Search Engine: Bisarok .................................................................................................................... 19 Travel Blues (Part III) (Silchar to Lumding) .................................................................................................. 21 Travel Blues (Part II) (Silchar to Siliguri) ...................................................................................................... 23 The Brighter Side Of Darkness .................................................................................................................... 24 Travel Blues (Part I) (Srinagar - Jammu)...................................................................................................... 27 Bishnupriya Manipuri bodies demand dissolution of Development Council ............................................. 28 European excellence award for Assam girl ................................................................................................. 29 Assam Search Engine Bisarok...................................................................................................................... 30 Gogoi urged to dissolve Bishnupriya Manipuri Dev Council ....................................................................... 30 Living with half a face.................................................................................................................................. 31 Rath Yatra Festival ...................................................................................................................................... 33 The Distant Relations .................................................................................................................................. 34 Chetan Bhagats Revolution 2020 ............................................................................................................... 38 Love Letter To Miss Nomore ....................................................................................................................... 39 Delhi blogger receives DILS gift of honour.................................................................................................. 40 SPOTLIGHT: Jyoti Sinha ............................................................................................................................... 41 Journey of Bishnupriya Manipuri music ..................................................................................................... 43 Bishnupriya Manipuri Woman Bags International Award from Cachar ..................................................... 45 Call of time and its right response .............................................................................................................. 45 Roma Sinha awarded "European Process Excellence Award 2012 ........................................................... 48 BMWF gains tensile strength ...................................................................................................................... 49
Khalorparor Kang, which has been rolling uninterruptedly since 1826, is unique on many counts in its appeal. As the tradition goes, as many as seven villages Satra Lokei (Satragram), Tanga Lokei (Mantrigtram), Khulakpa Lokei (Patrogram), Kehurgang, Khalibari (Nayadahar), Mechigo Lokei (North Beelbari) and South Beelbari roll out a rath each, and all the seven raths converge to a particular point under an age-old banyan tree amid the participation of thousands of devotees, regardless of their caste, creed and faith. The banyan tree at the point of confluence of the seven raths at Khalorpar in Patharkandi has been a mute and standing witness to the return rath festival since 1826. Further, the chariots are also pulled by girls who dress themselves in a traditional uniform.
Whats significant is that of the seven raths, the rath of South Beelbari is pulled, since its inception, by an elephant, and the expense for the elephant service is borne by anyone from the financially well-off Muslims who are a majority in Karimganj. The 187-year-old return rath has a remarkable history. During the exodus due to Burmese attack (Owar Bagon), thousands of people had fled Manipur and settled in the Barak Valley, Tripura, Bangladesh and Burma (now Myanmar). Mammoth congregation among the people was next to impossible under the British regime even as the period (1826) was much before the Sepoy Mutiny.
In order to translate his conception into a reality, a priest, Pundarikaksho Sharma, called a religious congregation of the seven Bishnupriya Manipuri villages on the day of Fira Kang in 1826 for the observance of rath yatra, and since then the legacy has been followed with the participation of a number of Meitei villages like Karchorghat, Leishramgram, Moiranggram and Rajbari, besides Bengalis, Tea Tribes and Muslims (as onlookers and in making arrangement with cash and kind).
According to Golapchand Sinha, who has authored the history of Khalorparor Kang, all the seven raths were designed by Girokmoni Singh of Sylhet following a divine directive. The three-storey design of the seven raths a tier each for Jagannath, Balabhadra and Subhadra given by Girokmoni Singh is still followed as any deviation from the design, the local people claim, leads to evil omen.
As a mark of honour to its founder Pundarikaksho Sharma, an extra rath in his memory is rolled a day before the return rath, and this year the Pundarikaksho Kang was rolled on Thursday. The Khalorparor Kang has also been a topic for many a litterateur. While poet Madan Mohan Mukhupadhyay has written a poem on Khalorparor Kang, Debodutta Sinha did a documentary film on this return rath festival.
Hallelujah Drogba!
Delhi Diary
Raj Kumar Mithilesh Sinha
India is a cricket dominating country. Here cricket is a religion and Sachin is a God, But for me it is Football that drives my nerves. I follow this sport ardently just like a staunch, passionate believer of any faith. As it is said : Cricket is known as gentlemens game but Football is a mens game. Here one will feel the passion, anger and love. And I love this beautiful game.
Didier Drogba It was Sunday and the date was 17th June 2012. The scorching heat of Delhi compel anyone stay inside, but I was absolutely in a frenzied state to witness the historic moment I was waiting since long. It will not be an exaggeration if I say it is the best day of my life. I saw my favorite football star Didier Drogba in reality before my eyes. Former Chelsea striker and all time top scorer of the Cte d'Ivoire national football team is a living legend for his country and for his Club. I hurriedly got ready and was soon riding my Enfield towards Tyagraj Stadium. Drogba helped his team to qualify for its first ever World Cup, held in Germany in 2006 and he helped his Club Chelsea to lift Uefa Champions League, as he played a leading role in Chelsea's Champions Bishnupriya Manipuri Online June 2012 http://bishnupriyamanipuri.blogspot.in
Tyagraj Stadium is far away from my home. After reaching the stadium, I called up the guy who messaged me previous night in FB regarding the Passes. That guy came and offered me three Passes. He said, ''Enjoy the Game ''. For few seconds, I was totally out of this world as the person who offered me Pass had never met me before; even I didn't know his name. It was a strange happening but somewhere inside I was feeling great as if I was in cloud 9, but one thing was common between us that we both love this beautiful game and we both support Chelsea FC. After getting the Passes, I entered into the stadium with my friends. The stadium was packed fully. It seemed like all football fans in Delhi gathered in One Place, cheering for football and their Legend Drogba. Somehow we manage to sit in the VIP Lounge as it was near to the arena. The atmosphere was simply rocking; music was mind blowing and the crowd was amazing. Arrangements were perfect. It was coupon system. In one coupon you would get Pepsi or mineral water, Pizza or Sandwich, and chips or biscuits. It was T20 Football championship .There were eight different teams participated in the competition. All teams were winners of their respective states and cities. It was 20-minute match and the winner was decided on the same day. The winner of that T20 Football championship would be coached by none other than Didier Drogba, and that team will play against Indian Cricket team coached by Indian Football
We were at one of the platforms in Old Delhi Railway Station where the train from Jammu had dropped us early morning and we hadnt taken anything to give energy to our tired body. Our stay there was not too long. A railway announcement swung us to take another travel in a train stationed at a different platform. Keeping a trunk there where we sat; with a coolie, we climbed the stairs hurriedly, walked fast few metres on the bridge that joins the platforms, and rushed to that platform where a train was stationed. I climbed in a bogie that had big door. After I climbed into the bogie, my father and the coolie together pushed the trunk and the bedding into the compartment. As soon as I could position myself and bring the trunk and the bedding at the corner, the first jerk of the train that had started leaving the platform, and subsequent rush of the passengers, pushed me towards the opposite door of the bogie. To my astonishment, the train had started leaving the platform. My father was in the platform, and was also a trunk. I came with full force again near the door. The distance between us till then had widened and was increasing, I saw my father saying something, but couldnt hear anything due to the distance and with the noise of the speeding train. I flung myself out of the moving train to have a glimpse of my father.
To Self, Guwahati Railway Station, Assam. I paid Rs 10, the only money that was with me, to the coolie and sat on the trunk heavy at heart, and tiresome to the bone. To lighten myself, I started talking with the Army jawan and told him what had taken place with me. He told me that he is coming from Kashmir and would be going to Guwahati by an evening train. Shall I take the evening train with him till Guwahati? I gave a thought, And my father will catch me from there. His one sentence worked as a stimulus to my overactive mind, which had started running fast since I lost my father. I soon got lost to my battle of thoughts. If I go along with him till Guwahati taking the evening train; doing so I will be near to my destination Silchar. From Guwahati, somehow I will arrange my rescue. Since my father ultimate visit will be Silchar, he will find me there. At least I will be out of this problem. The battle of thought continued, But then, that would be full of risk. Moreover I dont have ounce of energy left to take another journeyand if I dont find my father in Guwahati, then. NoNo. I will land myself in a big problem. It will be compounded. As there has been short-circuit in the functioning of my brain. I stopped and disposed of the thought altogether and I decided to wait there in New Delhi Railway Station till my father finds me. I came in terms with me only when the jawan said, You see my things. I am going for bath. He kept in my custody a suitcase, a trunk and a bedding. Seeing him go, I sat alone, hungry and tired. There were venomous thoughts swirling in my mind. Time that has never been of my concern before, it seemed to me had stopped ticking. To kill the boredom, not exactly boredom but the fear that has consumed me, I started changing my seat frequently between the trunk and the bench. But I preferred spending much time sitting on the trunk since the text written on it will save me, at least, from some problems and harassments that I might encounter with my too long stay there. I cannot think of going to sleep, the urgent requirement of my body, since I had a fear that if my father come and failed to locate me. I saw many trains coming and leaving the station, and with it crisscrossing of passengers, those who were leaving the station, and those who were arriving at the station. Travellers seemed to me as waves of sea, leaving the shore as soon as it appears. And there I was, who was neither leaving the station nor taking any train. When there were no passengers at the station, few remains there. Those who Bishnupriya Manipuri Online June 2012 http://bishnupriyamanipuri.blogspot.in
Sinha said that still at a nascent stage, Bisarok will be graduated as soon as possible after analyzing the response from its early adopters and with their feedback. Courtesy: The Assam Tribune +++++++++++++++++++
People slept listening to his chattering, and when they awoke they heard the same chattering from him. He didnt stop for a minute. He was catching passengers who got up at various stations to talk. Then from a station, a group of CRPF personnel in uniform with their trunks and beddings boarded. The person caught them. Like a cinema hall, all the passengers in the bogie had already fixed their eyes on the person, guessing the fate of him. We all were waiting for the climax to unfold. He started his conversation complaining about India with them. More than a conversation, it took the shape of an argument. Both the parties were not silent. Their argument went on for hours, initially being sober and respectful, it turned rude and impolite. A Havildar-rank jawan came from Aap to Tu while debating with the person. Then the moment came, it seemed in the heat of anger and anguish, the jawans would fall upon the person. How much do you know about India? Youre talking about US and other foreign countries. They got their independence centuries ago than India. Do you know? the voice boomed with such force that it stunned everyone in the bogie. More than the fact, the belligerence of the jawan stopped the person to open his mouth for few minutes. There was a pin-drop silence in the whole bogie. Passengers were smiling looking at each other. Understanding that the topic would be harmful for him, the person changed the topic and he initiated another topic, and he asked the jawan, Have you watched Sholay? That was enough to bring passengers to chuckle and they were not bemused with his change of track. Who havent watched Sholay? said the jawan. I have seen thrice. Gabbar Singhs role is my favourite, said the person. Even on the topics of movies, every time they locked horns with each other. As soon as the tension grew up, it was diffused by changing the name of the movie and by asking a question, Have you seen this movie? by the person. The persons initial answer began like this, I have watchedtimes. Irritated with the person, the jawan in a complaining voice said, Why do you watch every movie again and again? Before his answer came, the train entered into Lumding platform. Cutting short the
I could recognize that 'hello' even if I heard it after a hundred years. 'Umm..hello. You called?' 'Yeah. How are you?' 'I am fine...you?' 'Well...I feel fine too' 'Are you alright?' 'Yeah. Can you come meet me today? There is something I want you to see.' 'Today?' 'Is that a problem?' 'No! No. When should I come?' 'Around noon' 'Ok' 'Dont take too long' 'Ok'
With that he hung up. I did not say 'goodbye' because saying 'goodbye' to Ryan was a sin. He had forbidden me to use that word ever. Meeting Ryan was a carefully laid out plan of destiny. It was love at first sight for me. The first thing I noticed were those mesmerizing brown eyes with tiny golden flecks in them. They were the most beautiful pair of eyes to look into mine. I was smitten by the honesty and the innocence in those eyes. His smile was genuine and like soft sunshine; warm and bright. I had to meet him at noon and I did not want to keep him waiting. Unpunctuality made him really cross. I decided on a soft pink dress that Ryan said looked 'cool' on me. Personally pink wasn't my color but Bishnupriya Manipuri Online June 2012 http://bishnupriyamanipuri.blogspot.in
'Ray-aan, not Ry-an! Can't you pronounce it right!' 'Ok "Ray-aan", am sorry...so what's the big surprise?' 'This'
It was a piece of paper. It was his masterpiece. He had drawn a girl with a circle for a face, two dots for eyes, a line for the nose and a curve for a smile. She had a pink frock on so I guessed it was me. Below the drawing of the girl Ryan had carefully written in all capitalsI LOEV YOU.
'Did you like it? Its you. Did I spell that right? It says "I love you".' 'Its beautiful. Ray-aan you made me so beautiful.' I was touched...I had tears welling up in my eyes and wrongly spelt 'LOEV' didn't matter at all. 'You know the nurse helped me with the spelling but I already knew it! She even let me use her phone to call you. I told her I would not take my meds till you come.' 'I am here now' 'Yeah. Mom and Dad are with the Doc. You know I will be going to heaven soon. Do you have a message for God? I can give it to him if you want.'
I didn't know what to say. I didn't have a message for God; I just had a complaint. Bishnupriya Manipuri Online June 2012 http://bishnupriyamanipuri.blogspot.in
1 text received "I hate the fact that the sun rays touch you before me." Under normal circumstances (read: i actually know the sender and he appears to be my boyfriend or something!), I would have been thrilled but unfortunately there was nothing thrilling about sappy text messages from unknown numbers. Well, you see, I had a stalker, a totally harmless one though. Never did anything except sending creepy text messages. I had never bothered about him and today was not the day to start. My spirits were too high to be dampened by some weird text message. Its not everyday that a girl has a confession to make, even more so when the confession says 'I love you'!
And then I let out a sob which came out like a scream that rattled my very being but he held me till my eyes were dry and I had no tears left in me to shed. Right then I knew that with this man I could heal all wounds and overcome all obstacles...Suddenly living with half a face seemed a little easier because I had what 'two-face' had lost: Love and Hope. FRIDAY, 8 JUNE 2012
*1+ Postman! came a voice from the gate of our house. I have never seen a postman visiting our house after we have shifted in our own house. Eagerly I received the packet which was looking more of a wedding card. As soon as the postman handed over the packet, I opened it and found it was a wedding card indeed. It was an invitation to a marriage. I checked where the packet has come from. It came from Tripura. I read the invitation I solicit your presence along with the family on the occasion of marriage of my daughter Purabi Sinha with Prasanjit Sinha. With Thanks B Sinha (Father)
I knew my mother wouldnt agree with the cost of journey to attend the marriage. Whatsoever, Babudon is not our relative. And we dont have close-knit relatives in Tripura. So, there was not an iota of chance visiting Tripura and that is for a marriage! Bikaner I heard innumerable times the name of the place Bikaner from many stories that my mother had told. I have grown up listening to these stories about the places my mother had visited with my father in his long tenure central job. In every story, we have tales of families with whom my mother shared memorable relationship. Some stories were sweet memories of togetherness, and some were bitter experiences of hardship that she had to face in different cities and towns. The city of Bikaner had a special place in my mothers life. Immediately after her marriage and after my birth, it was the first place for her to visit outside her native place. She told that in Bikaner, Babudon was the only person of our language who used to visit our house regularly at evening. He was then a Bachelor. He never forgot to bring chocolate or biscuit for me on his every visit in our house. During our stay in Bikaner, Babudon got married and brought along with him her newly-wed wife. The couple stayed with us until they arranged a new house for them. My mother found a new companion with Babudons wife. After we left Bikaner, we were out of touch with them and the two families havent met since then. This is the story about Babudon and Bikaner that I have heard from my mother.
She said, It is good but we dont have good Chemistry teacher. Isnt syllabus of Chemistry completely different and very tough? I asked her. I am failing to understand anything in Chemistry, she said. In a compassionate gesture, our conversation ended and she got busy to help her mother for our dinner. **** *3+ My father arranged me a room near to Babudons house and left immediately to the place of his posting. Still I dont know why I did my college from Siliguri. What had brought me to the place which was nowhere in the list of likeable places to start a new life away from home. I dont find any answer, except when you change your place, you change your destiny. Yes, destiny! Bishnupriya Manipuri Online June 2012 http://bishnupriyamanipuri.blogspot.in
Dearest Miss Nomore We have known each other for quite a while now but I don't think you will remember me too well. I have known you intimately for the past five years but I am well aware that I am just one in many in doing so. Although I have been possessed by the green monster for quite some time now, but I assure you that I have not taken to violence to prove my point. My love is like Dante's love, unrequitted but eternally pure. When I tell my friends about you, they call me crazy. Some say that you are a figment of my imagination, that I just made you up and you don't actually exist! But I guess that's because they haven't met you. I know that you are averse to the idea of company but you willingly entertain the curious kids in whites now and then. You have no idea how grateful I am to you for that because I was also once a curious kid in white and the day I met you changed my life completely. That whole day I thought of you; how your life had been, how you must have been. Your voice, your laugh, the way you would have tossed your hair back, the way you would have twisted a stray lock, your dreams, your ambitions intrigued me. I knew that you had been perfect, you still are. You taught me all that I needed to know and took the brunt of my mistakes. My mistakes scarred you but you never complained. Miss Nomore, I know that we can never be together in this life but I pledge my love to you for all the lives to come. My love is true and I hope you know that. I start my work as a medical practitioner tomorrow and if ever I become a success, it will only be because of you because whatever I learnt, I learnt on you. I know that the morgue is cold and lonely Miss Nomore, but know that you are loved truly by someone
Yours sincerely XYZ (MBBS) [Roll no. - 82316] Institute of Medical Science
Behind love and appreciation of the audience but what goes into the making of an artist that is also of a minority language speaker to perform in a different language especially with poetic dialogues! Jyoti overcame this hurdle with practice and dhyan and her belief upon the artistic medium that all the languages of art are an artists mother tongue. She believes diversity and dimensions are necessary for an artist like her and language is one aspect of it. Life is too short, but creative individuals have immense work to do in this short life, she says. Bishnupriya Manipuri Online June 2012 http://bishnupriyamanipuri.blogspot.in
Ms. Roma Sinha, Senior Operational Manager (East India and Nepal) at VFS Global, a multinational company with its office based at Park Circus,Kolkata, won the European Process Excellence award 2012 for Best Process Improvement project on Business Management. Daughter of Mr. Rebati Mohan Sinha and Mrs. Ranju Sinha of Bekirpar near Kabuganj, Roma resides in Mumbai. She has become probably the first Bishnupriya Manipuri woman to receive an International Award. The awards were presented during the PEX Week Europe Summit a multiday event for process improvement professionals in London, U.K. The Process Excellence awards have been established to honor, recognize and celebrate the projects that demonstrate true and best practices. A total of eight awards in four categories a winner and a honorary mention in each category, were handed out at the special recognition ceremony on Tuesday evening, the 24th April 2012, during the PEX Week Europe Summit. The awards represent outstanding achievement in the field of Process Excellence and improving Company operations. Also this award recognizes the business impact and innovation. A division of International Quality & Productivity Center, the PEX networks annual London Process Excellence Week is one of the most established events for networking, knowledge-share and benchmarking with Business Process Management Industry. SATURDAY, 2 JUNE 2012
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