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Thursday, 21 August 2008
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"Bishnupriya" - Prefix or Suffix
Mr.Raj (in a comment in the article - Bishnupriya Manipuri and Basmati
When the Union Backward Commission came in to being in 1995, we had represented our caste, Manipuri to it`s branch at state capital, Guwahati, as Bishnupriya Manipuri, prefixing the word ‘Bishnupriya’ and it was accepted by the State Commission; but our brethren, Meitei Community were not happy and went to High Court against the decision on suffix of word Manipuri, the verdict was given in our favour. Then they went to the Supreme Court, where again the verdict was in our favour. The Government of Manipur also went to Supreme Court; but the ruling was same. Now I hope, it will be cleared to all of us.
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When the Union Backward Commission came in to being in 1995, we had represented our caste, Manipuri to it`s branch at state capital, Guwahati, as Bishnupriya Manipuri, prefixing the word ‘Bishnupriya’ and it was accepted by the State Commission; but our brethren, Meitei Community were not happy and went to High Court against the decision on suffix of word Manipuri, the verdict was given in our favour. Then they went to the Supreme Court, where again the verdict was in our favour. The Government of Manipur also went to Supreme Court; but the ruling was same. Now I hope, it will be cleared to all of us.
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Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Bishnupriya Manipuri Status in Census 2001 Report
According to the Census of India 2001 Report, the Bishnupriya Manipuri people are residing all across the States (except Orissa) and Union Territories of India, the total population is 77,545. Data showed in the decade 1991-2001, the increase of the population is 30.92 per cent; however data on previous census is not available, it cites the language “Bishnupuriya in 1981 was withheld from publication due to the pending decision over nomenclature.”
We fall in the Indo-Aryan branch of the Indo-European family with the languages: Assamese, Bengali, Bhili/Bhilodi, Bishnupuriya, Dogri, Gujarati, Halabi, Hindi, Kashmiri, Khandeshi, Konkani, Lahnda, Maithili, Marathi, Nepali, Oriya, Punjabi, Sanskrit, Shina, Sindhi and Urdu, the report reads.
In the Census “PART B: Distribution of the 100 Non-Scheduled Languages-India/States/Union Territories - 2001 Census” report, the Bishnupriya Manipuri people are enterprising and are residing all over India, even in Jammu and Kashmir [9], in Madhya Pradesh the population is 1, Maharashtra [16], Karnataka [3], Kerala [2], West Bengal [41], Assam [53,812] and Tripura 21, 716.
It is to be noted that the word “Bishnupuriya”, and not “Bishnupriya”, is spread across on all the important online documents. What we have to do to correct the clerical or (...) errors?
Let us see, how the report reads in the next census – Bishnupuriya or Bishnupriya or Bishnupriya Manipuri. It has to be seen.
We fall in the Indo-Aryan branch of the Indo-European family with the languages: Assamese, Bengali, Bhili/Bhilodi, Bishnupuriya, Dogri, Gujarati, Halabi, Hindi, Kashmiri, Khandeshi, Konkani, Lahnda, Maithili, Marathi, Nepali, Oriya, Punjabi, Sanskrit, Shina, Sindhi and Urdu, the report reads.
In the Census “PART B: Distribution of the 100 Non-Scheduled Languages-India/States/Union Territories - 2001 Census” report, the Bishnupriya Manipuri people are enterprising and are residing all over India, even in Jammu and Kashmir [9], in Madhya Pradesh the population is 1, Maharashtra [16], Karnataka [3], Kerala [2], West Bengal [41], Assam [53,812] and Tripura 21, 716.
It is to be noted that the word “Bishnupuriya”, and not “Bishnupriya”, is spread across on all the important online documents. What we have to do to correct the clerical or (...) errors?
Let us see, how the report reads in the next census – Bishnupuriya or Bishnupriya or Bishnupriya Manipuri. It has to be seen.
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Monday, 18 August 2008
Moments in my advertising career
Henry Sinha with Om Puri during the shoot of the JK Lakshmi Cement television commercial and an AV in Mumbai
Henry Sinha with Alyque Padamsee ( The advertisement GOD!!) during an event for a Out of Home brand
Mringal is what I call music
By Henry Sinha, New Delhi
Vodka! Joe Satriani. Almost all my Fridays, 2am. I release my chained weekday slave thoughts, see them fly high in harmony, chasing the next dawn. Freedom. Undoubtedly I enter the revered zone of psychedelic bliss, feeling the cries of the guitar and the ethanol in my blood making love like serpents in a trance. I term this spectacular phenomenon as music. The force that escalates you to a completely new level of consciousness and realization. That’s music to me whether you have it with vodka or sip it, neat.
Couple of weeks back, a friend handed over a CD to me.
‘Nua amaar tharor CDgo’ he said. My eyes studied the cover.
Six lads. Denim. Canvas shoes. Long hair. Tattoos. Right body language and the works. They had it all. Sofa so good I thought. Lets see how they sound.
Looking at the cover I teased, ‘Girokgo kita kiti dorta mo re, din kaal amnou hoba naseta, douor ela kita thaile de, bujon oilang manuu’
‘Bahare pakana, poila ehan hun. Pisede douor ela huunis’, he shot with a smile.
A familiar fusion of doubt, curiosity, excitement and a helpless surrender of expectations lingered in my head as I plugged in the CD. Watched the CD slide and disappear into the machine along with my friend’s smile. Felt a Pause. Heard a click, followed by a brief silence and then I felt a brilliant explosion of melody in my head. No. In my mind.
Goddamn. Goddamn. Goddamn. Stumped I was like never before. Awesome!
Vocals, bass, lead, drums and music arrangement the guys have hit spot on with a lethal combination of flair and expertise. Thanks to the well trained lead vocal, the band offers a distinct sound which they can claim to be their own. Lend your ears to Amit, the guy is gifted with a haunting voice that grips you and grips you good in style. I ran my ears on all the numbers.
Loved all of them, especially Maya and Ti Nikka.
By the end of disc, a flood of emotions erupted - joy, pain, wonder, peace, numb, silence, hope. My being was injected with a sudden dose of positivity about being a Bishnupriya Manipuri deep down in my mind and heart.
Thanks Nirmal, Sudarshan, Amit, Jaan, Tapan and Hrishikesh for forming this band Mringal. Hari please take a bow for creating and producing the best Bishnupuri Manipuri music album ever made. I can claim that with a thousand bullets in my head.
Mringal is what I call music. No vodka needed. Have it neat!
Couple of weeks back, a friend handed over a CD to me.
‘Nua amaar tharor CDgo’ he said. My eyes studied the cover.
Six lads. Denim. Canvas shoes. Long hair. Tattoos. Right body language and the works. They had it all. Sofa so good I thought. Lets see how they sound.
Looking at the cover I teased, ‘Girokgo kita kiti dorta mo re, din kaal amnou hoba naseta, douor ela kita thaile de, bujon oilang manuu’
‘Bahare pakana, poila ehan hun. Pisede douor ela huunis’, he shot with a smile.
A familiar fusion of doubt, curiosity, excitement and a helpless surrender of expectations lingered in my head as I plugged in the CD. Watched the CD slide and disappear into the machine along with my friend’s smile. Felt a Pause. Heard a click, followed by a brief silence and then I felt a brilliant explosion of melody in my head. No. In my mind.
Goddamn. Goddamn. Goddamn. Stumped I was like never before. Awesome!
Vocals, bass, lead, drums and music arrangement the guys have hit spot on with a lethal combination of flair and expertise. Thanks to the well trained lead vocal, the band offers a distinct sound which they can claim to be their own. Lend your ears to Amit, the guy is gifted with a haunting voice that grips you and grips you good in style. I ran my ears on all the numbers.
Loved all of them, especially Maya and Ti Nikka.
By the end of disc, a flood of emotions erupted - joy, pain, wonder, peace, numb, silence, hope. My being was injected with a sudden dose of positivity about being a Bishnupriya Manipuri deep down in my mind and heart.
Thanks Nirmal, Sudarshan, Amit, Jaan, Tapan and Hrishikesh for forming this band Mringal. Hari please take a bow for creating and producing the best Bishnupuri Manipuri music album ever made. I can claim that with a thousand bullets in my head.
Mringal is what I call music. No vodka needed. Have it neat!
From a hotel boy to high echelons of corporate: a real story
By RK Rishikesh Sinha, New Delhi
This is a true story of a Bishnupriya Manipuri boy who in Delhi in his initial days had worked as a hair-dryer salesperson, as supervisor of labourers, insurance agent and as a hotel boy; the 20 plus boy is presently is in a high-flying post in a listed company, located at Noida. His journey in the rude city is remarkable and inspiring for many, at least for me. His story encapsulates only one thing: Come to Delhi, but don't leave it unless you make a place, so hard and ruthless the city may be. Sink or swim. An amazing fact, he is only class 12 pass.
I came to know so closely about him when in my honey-moon days; I mean when I was very new to the city and had only spent one-week, visited his place and stayed with him for a month. I knew him from his childhood days, since we were neighbours and his elder brother was my friend.
Anyway. He took me one day at his home late evening so that we can dose the landlady, a Budiya, whose roaming eyes scan all the visitors and even intrude rooms to check whether outsiders are staying in her rented rooms or not. To this fact, we were successful; we didn't get caught from the Budiya's preying eyes.
I saw the room was dingy, in an insalubrious condition with no windows, so spaced-starved that three people can't even sleep. As soon as I entered the room, I scanned the single room call it with inquisitiveness or sheer gauging the living standard of the boy. In one corner of the room, there was a big flat television, a medium-size refrigerator and a cooler. The room was dusty, one-centimeter thick dust above the surfaces, things littered in one corner of the room. A typical boy-room, I would say worse than that.
After we both took dinner and hit the bed. I asked him, after long haul of personal exchanges, about his parents and members of family, "How long you have been staying in this room and what sort of jobs you did before you joined the present job?" At that time he was working, though in a junior post, in a reputed company at Cannaught Place. My ears were eager to listen since I wanted to know what sort of jobs he can do without a degree and specialisation, MBA...MCA...and all M...degrees.
He said, "I started my career selling hair-dryer in Janpath and Cannught Place, I was a good salesperson. Everyday I used to sell 5-6 pieces. After working there for 7 months, I realised this is not my future. As I was new to the city and had to live my body and soul intact, without any financial support from home, (with smile across his face) I did the job, remarkably."
From a salesperson to labour supervisor, the transformation happened in his life when one day in the course of insisting a person to buy the product, the person, whom all his workers called him "Babuji", offered him to work in his firm, a collection of 5 peoples. Impressed by his sales pitch, the person interrupted and asked him, "How much you earn per month?", He quipped, "Rs 3000". He said, "Come with me, I will offer you Rs 5000." Thus from the salesperson to Labour in charge, with a decent salary hike, he started working for the person.
Though he was a Labour Incharge and had to inspect their work in the construction sites, his job was no better than the labourers. "It was all-day work, no Sunday, no Monday; I had to sleep with labourers at night literally below the heaven and above the earth crust. At night I have to face police, who used to come to interrupt work in the site for petty reasons, in the meantime taking care of the work that should go on and be completed on time. Starting from ITO, I have slept in every known roads in Delhi" he said in a heavy tone, smile criss-crossing his face again.
He narrated the state of mind of labourers, their pains and anguish. He revealed, "labourers hate owners, if possible they will murder them, but they will listen to the contractors, they will dutifully abide to his instructions." He shared, how one of his labourers used to keep money with him, distrusting his fellows; but believing him.
Very interesting, was the instant thought that came to me. I was patiently hearing his story, with pin-drop silence and jaw-dropping attention.
I asked him, "What led him to exit from the job?" He said, "In the firm, it was a ritual for every worker to touch his (owner's) feet taking his blessing, and that I never did". He continued, "One night, it was diwali, and I along with the labourers were working at a site near North Campus, and the owner came along with his wife and children in his car. Everybody touched his feet, but I didn't. Seeing my attitude, he got so angry, not getting the owner's respect from me in front of his wife, he verbally abused me with all Hindi swears. There itself, I decided and told him 'I am not working', though I was penniless".
I smiled, and said, "Importance of Being a Bishnupriya Manipuri". He went further with his story. Later after leaving the job, he stayed with one of his labourers, who fed him till he got his next job as Insurance Agent in Cannaught Place.
"The job as an Insurance Agent was horrible, I was labeled as a failure, I was not able to sell single insurance. It was not my fault...actually customers that were referred to me were those people who lived hand to mouth. They were beggars, seasonal labourers and what not..." I was enjoying his story but at the bottom telling myself "This is one more aspect of life." Continuing the story, he chuckled and said "In the company, my name was taken as a shame, since the owner's name was same of mine." We both laughed full-heartedly. The story didn't end there.
At last, he was told to leave the company. At that time, in his pocket, he had only 700 rupees. He started working in a hotel in Old Delhi. He remained there for few days. Like a true Bishnupirya Manipuri, one day, early in the morning the owner of the hotel came and tried to wake him up from his deep sleep, he didn't wake up, so he was told to leave the work, after clearing his dues of Rs 300.
Till this, I was OK with myself. Something that happened later in his life was nerve-wrecking and very touchy. Rs. 1020 on hand, no job, plus with daily food costs, he became an entrepreneur. He bought utensils like cooker etc., of worth Rs. 500, and prepared fake receipt book and started selling in the Mathura Road area.
My ears listening to his story, I felt as if the air around us was getting heavy, and heavier. He said, "I was not able to sell single piece of cooker. Each cooker costs me Rs. 75 but I used to sell it for Rs 250 or more than that, depending upon the customer. I tried hard for two days continuously to sell it, but ultimately no sale took place. The third day was closed due to puja. And I was running out of money, I remained closed in my room and introspected minutely to know - why no sale is taking place. I found the truth that the problem lies within me. I was literally begging to the customers to buy my product. The next day, with cosmetic smile, hiding my inner pathetic condition, I approached a person. Luckily, without much effort, he struck the deal and bought two cookers for Rs. 700 from me. Very smartly, I gave him the fake receipt that I prepared before I decided to go out with bag full of cookers. All these - fake receipts, sales pitch, retail shop where utensils are sold in volume, I come to know from my first job."
The astounding happiness breaking the ice came for a brief period in his life. That day after selling two cookers he decided not to work more. However, while coming back to his place, the hard earned money got pick-pocketed. He was again penniless with only Rs 5 in his pocket. What to do and what not to do? running in his mind. He made a plan: to go to the person's home again, whom he has sold cookers, with class 10 and Class 12 certificates and telling him to keep the mark sheets and in return giving him the money since the malik (fake owner) will cut this from his salary - a smart and intelligent move.
Impressed by looking at his mark sheets that he had passed from a good school, the person immediately gave him Rs. 700. With this money he again bought cookers and started selling it, God was beside him, he immediately sold all the cookers that day and made profit margin of Rs. 2000 neat. That is called business or entrepreneurship skill.
Very much relaxed by the happy ending of the climax, I asked him, "Haven't you ever thought of leaving Delhi all through troughs of life?" He emphatically answered, "yes, it came many times in my mind but the very thought of going to home and telling my parents that I have failed, didn't allow me to set for home."
Very much relaxed, I volleyed my next question, "How he got the present job?" He said, "Advertisement appeared in the Hindustan Times for the present job, I didn't see that the company requires MBA; however from many candidates they took me. They saw in me something that even I don't know, only one thing I know that they told me to take the official scooter and bring a document from another office...I hope they wanted to taste whether I am capable to drive in Delhi roads or not...If it is so I brought the document on time."
He told me the television, refrigerator and the cooler and other things that are visible in the room he bought with the Rs 65, 000 commissions that he earned from the present company. He went on to tell his one more story in the company where he is working - how he learned computer, made credit cards, opened bank accounts, etc., But here I am not going to write it down, since the story itself has taken thousands of words and readers may not like it, his other part of the story.
Now the boy, who has spent nights after nights in the Delhi roads sleeping, and have seen extreme penury so closely, trot India in flights, with a laptop around his waist and Nokia Navigator in hand. I feel happy that the boy no more stays in the same dingy room where I first met him and heard his true story.
It is not that I am writing the story believing on his words. During my stay in his room for one month, neighbours confided that the boy came in the room with absolutely nothing on hand, but he made many things in front of them. Moreover, I met his friends who were part of the journey-from salesperson, to labour supervisor, to insurance agent, to hotel boy. And now in the present job, he says that the company listens to him. All through his stint in many jobs I find he has been working as a true Bishnupriya Manipuri - No compromise on self respect and self esteem. I wonder his story would have been different if he would have taken the first train to his native place despite the fact that he comes from a well-to-do family.
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This is a true story of a Bishnupriya Manipuri boy who in Delhi in his initial days had worked as a hair-dryer salesperson, as supervisor of labourers, insurance agent and as a hotel boy; the 20 plus boy is presently is in a high-flying post in a listed company, located at Noida. His journey in the rude city is remarkable and inspiring for many, at least for me. His story encapsulates only one thing: Come to Delhi, but don't leave it unless you make a place, so hard and ruthless the city may be. Sink or swim. An amazing fact, he is only class 12 pass.
I came to know so closely about him when in my honey-moon days; I mean when I was very new to the city and had only spent one-week, visited his place and stayed with him for a month. I knew him from his childhood days, since we were neighbours and his elder brother was my friend.
Anyway. He took me one day at his home late evening so that we can dose the landlady, a Budiya, whose roaming eyes scan all the visitors and even intrude rooms to check whether outsiders are staying in her rented rooms or not. To this fact, we were successful; we didn't get caught from the Budiya's preying eyes.
I saw the room was dingy, in an insalubrious condition with no windows, so spaced-starved that three people can't even sleep. As soon as I entered the room, I scanned the single room call it with inquisitiveness or sheer gauging the living standard of the boy. In one corner of the room, there was a big flat television, a medium-size refrigerator and a cooler. The room was dusty, one-centimeter thick dust above the surfaces, things littered in one corner of the room. A typical boy-room, I would say worse than that.
After we both took dinner and hit the bed. I asked him, after long haul of personal exchanges, about his parents and members of family, "How long you have been staying in this room and what sort of jobs you did before you joined the present job?" At that time he was working, though in a junior post, in a reputed company at Cannaught Place. My ears were eager to listen since I wanted to know what sort of jobs he can do without a degree and specialisation, MBA...MCA...and all M...degrees.
He said, "I started my career selling hair-dryer in Janpath and Cannught Place, I was a good salesperson. Everyday I used to sell 5-6 pieces. After working there for 7 months, I realised this is not my future. As I was new to the city and had to live my body and soul intact, without any financial support from home, (with smile across his face) I did the job, remarkably."
From a salesperson to labour supervisor, the transformation happened in his life when one day in the course of insisting a person to buy the product, the person, whom all his workers called him "Babuji", offered him to work in his firm, a collection of 5 peoples. Impressed by his sales pitch, the person interrupted and asked him, "How much you earn per month?", He quipped, "Rs 3000". He said, "Come with me, I will offer you Rs 5000." Thus from the salesperson to Labour in charge, with a decent salary hike, he started working for the person.
Though he was a Labour Incharge and had to inspect their work in the construction sites, his job was no better than the labourers. "It was all-day work, no Sunday, no Monday; I had to sleep with labourers at night literally below the heaven and above the earth crust. At night I have to face police, who used to come to interrupt work in the site for petty reasons, in the meantime taking care of the work that should go on and be completed on time. Starting from ITO, I have slept in every known roads in Delhi" he said in a heavy tone, smile criss-crossing his face again.
He narrated the state of mind of labourers, their pains and anguish. He revealed, "labourers hate owners, if possible they will murder them, but they will listen to the contractors, they will dutifully abide to his instructions." He shared, how one of his labourers used to keep money with him, distrusting his fellows; but believing him.
Very interesting, was the instant thought that came to me. I was patiently hearing his story, with pin-drop silence and jaw-dropping attention.
I asked him, "What led him to exit from the job?" He said, "In the firm, it was a ritual for every worker to touch his (owner's) feet taking his blessing, and that I never did". He continued, "One night, it was diwali, and I along with the labourers were working at a site near North Campus, and the owner came along with his wife and children in his car. Everybody touched his feet, but I didn't. Seeing my attitude, he got so angry, not getting the owner's respect from me in front of his wife, he verbally abused me with all Hindi swears. There itself, I decided and told him 'I am not working', though I was penniless".
I smiled, and said, "Importance of Being a Bishnupriya Manipuri". He went further with his story. Later after leaving the job, he stayed with one of his labourers, who fed him till he got his next job as Insurance Agent in Cannaught Place.
"The job as an Insurance Agent was horrible, I was labeled as a failure, I was not able to sell single insurance. It was not my fault...actually customers that were referred to me were those people who lived hand to mouth. They were beggars, seasonal labourers and what not..." I was enjoying his story but at the bottom telling myself "This is one more aspect of life." Continuing the story, he chuckled and said "In the company, my name was taken as a shame, since the owner's name was same of mine." We both laughed full-heartedly. The story didn't end there.
At last, he was told to leave the company. At that time, in his pocket, he had only 700 rupees. He started working in a hotel in Old Delhi. He remained there for few days. Like a true Bishnupirya Manipuri, one day, early in the morning the owner of the hotel came and tried to wake him up from his deep sleep, he didn't wake up, so he was told to leave the work, after clearing his dues of Rs 300.
Till this, I was OK with myself. Something that happened later in his life was nerve-wrecking and very touchy. Rs. 1020 on hand, no job, plus with daily food costs, he became an entrepreneur. He bought utensils like cooker etc., of worth Rs. 500, and prepared fake receipt book and started selling in the Mathura Road area.
My ears listening to his story, I felt as if the air around us was getting heavy, and heavier. He said, "I was not able to sell single piece of cooker. Each cooker costs me Rs. 75 but I used to sell it for Rs 250 or more than that, depending upon the customer. I tried hard for two days continuously to sell it, but ultimately no sale took place. The third day was closed due to puja. And I was running out of money, I remained closed in my room and introspected minutely to know - why no sale is taking place. I found the truth that the problem lies within me. I was literally begging to the customers to buy my product. The next day, with cosmetic smile, hiding my inner pathetic condition, I approached a person. Luckily, without much effort, he struck the deal and bought two cookers for Rs. 700 from me. Very smartly, I gave him the fake receipt that I prepared before I decided to go out with bag full of cookers. All these - fake receipts, sales pitch, retail shop where utensils are sold in volume, I come to know from my first job."
The astounding happiness breaking the ice came for a brief period in his life. That day after selling two cookers he decided not to work more. However, while coming back to his place, the hard earned money got pick-pocketed. He was again penniless with only Rs 5 in his pocket. What to do and what not to do? running in his mind. He made a plan: to go to the person's home again, whom he has sold cookers, with class 10 and Class 12 certificates and telling him to keep the mark sheets and in return giving him the money since the malik (fake owner) will cut this from his salary - a smart and intelligent move.
Impressed by looking at his mark sheets that he had passed from a good school, the person immediately gave him Rs. 700. With this money he again bought cookers and started selling it, God was beside him, he immediately sold all the cookers that day and made profit margin of Rs. 2000 neat. That is called business or entrepreneurship skill.
Very much relaxed by the happy ending of the climax, I asked him, "Haven't you ever thought of leaving Delhi all through troughs of life?" He emphatically answered, "yes, it came many times in my mind but the very thought of going to home and telling my parents that I have failed, didn't allow me to set for home."
Very much relaxed, I volleyed my next question, "How he got the present job?" He said, "Advertisement appeared in the Hindustan Times for the present job, I didn't see that the company requires MBA; however from many candidates they took me. They saw in me something that even I don't know, only one thing I know that they told me to take the official scooter and bring a document from another office...I hope they wanted to taste whether I am capable to drive in Delhi roads or not...If it is so I brought the document on time."
He told me the television, refrigerator and the cooler and other things that are visible in the room he bought with the Rs 65, 000 commissions that he earned from the present company. He went on to tell his one more story in the company where he is working - how he learned computer, made credit cards, opened bank accounts, etc., But here I am not going to write it down, since the story itself has taken thousands of words and readers may not like it, his other part of the story.
Now the boy, who has spent nights after nights in the Delhi roads sleeping, and have seen extreme penury so closely, trot India in flights, with a laptop around his waist and Nokia Navigator in hand. I feel happy that the boy no more stays in the same dingy room where I first met him and heard his true story.
It is not that I am writing the story believing on his words. During my stay in his room for one month, neighbours confided that the boy came in the room with absolutely nothing on hand, but he made many things in front of them. Moreover, I met his friends who were part of the journey-from salesperson, to labour supervisor, to insurance agent, to hotel boy. And now in the present job, he says that the company listens to him. All through his stint in many jobs I find he has been working as a true Bishnupriya Manipuri - No compromise on self respect and self esteem. I wonder his story would have been different if he would have taken the first train to his native place despite the fact that he comes from a well-to-do family.
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Sunday, 17 August 2008
New faces at the Delhi-NCR Bishnupriya Manipuri Nagarik Samity
After intense deliberations and discussions among the representatives attending the meeting, held at Manglapuri, New Delhi on August 16, 2008, the Delhi-NCR Bishnupriya Manipuri Nagarik Samity was formed. The new Samity will now be headed by Dr. Nirmalya Sinha at the post of President, Mr. Shashikant Sinha as General Secretary, Mr. C.M Sinha as Vice President, Mr. Jishnu Sinha as Secretary, Mr. Nirmalendu Mukherjee as Joint Secretary, and in the post of Tresurer, Mr. Rajkumar Harilal Sinha.
The highly charged meeting saw 50-odd representatives from all across Delhi and NCR lobbying for the selection of their favourite candidates, and with occasional debate, at last finalising the names.
The meeting started with Dr. Nirmalya Sinha welcoming the gathering, followed by a request to all representatives to file their favourite candidates after the adjournment of the meeting for few minutes.
When the representatives met again, Mr. BN Sinha along with Mr. BK Sinha, echoed the aspirations of the Bishnupriya Manipuri people residing in Delhi and NCR. BN Sinha said whoever is selected to the important post of the Samity must meet the hopes and aspirations of the Bishnupriya Manipuri people residing in the capital of India. He must be knowledgeable, capable enough to become the face of the community at the citadel of power, the New Delhi; it is matter of prestige for the whole Bishnupriya Manipuri community, he said. All participants attending the meeting nodded in the support of him.
However, BN Sinha's speech was interrupted when one member raised objection on the use of the English language in the meeting. With this, decision was taken to carry out the meeting in Bengali or Hindi or in Bishnupriya Manipuri languages.
For the marathon race for the prestigious post of President, from the two names came up, Dr. Nirmalya Sinha and Mr. CM Sinha, majority of people supported Dr. Nirmalya Sinha to hold the post of Presidentship.
For the post of Vice President, from the three names: Mr Shashikant Sinha, Mr. Rajkumar Harilal Sinha and Mr. CM Sinha. Mr CM Sinha was given the post.
While for the post of General Secretay, participants unanimously supported Mr. Shashikant Sinha. The decision got marred when Mr. Nirmalendu Mukherjee suggested Mr. CM Sinha to be given the post of General Secretary.
In the post of Tresurer, Mr. Rajkumar Harilal Sinha's names appearing in the two lists, gave him clean chit to hold the post, against Mr. Janmajay Sinha who got nomination only in one list.
The new Samity has decided to meet again on next Sunday at CR Park.
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The highly charged meeting saw 50-odd representatives from all across Delhi and NCR lobbying for the selection of their favourite candidates, and with occasional debate, at last finalising the names.
The meeting started with Dr. Nirmalya Sinha welcoming the gathering, followed by a request to all representatives to file their favourite candidates after the adjournment of the meeting for few minutes.
When the representatives met again, Mr. BN Sinha along with Mr. BK Sinha, echoed the aspirations of the Bishnupriya Manipuri people residing in Delhi and NCR. BN Sinha said whoever is selected to the important post of the Samity must meet the hopes and aspirations of the Bishnupriya Manipuri people residing in the capital of India. He must be knowledgeable, capable enough to become the face of the community at the citadel of power, the New Delhi; it is matter of prestige for the whole Bishnupriya Manipuri community, he said. All participants attending the meeting nodded in the support of him.
However, BN Sinha's speech was interrupted when one member raised objection on the use of the English language in the meeting. With this, decision was taken to carry out the meeting in Bengali or Hindi or in Bishnupriya Manipuri languages.
For the marathon race for the prestigious post of President, from the two names came up, Dr. Nirmalya Sinha and Mr. CM Sinha, majority of people supported Dr. Nirmalya Sinha to hold the post of Presidentship.
For the post of Vice President, from the three names: Mr Shashikant Sinha, Mr. Rajkumar Harilal Sinha and Mr. CM Sinha. Mr CM Sinha was given the post.
While for the post of General Secretay, participants unanimously supported Mr. Shashikant Sinha. The decision got marred when Mr. Nirmalendu Mukherjee suggested Mr. CM Sinha to be given the post of General Secretary.
In the post of Tresurer, Mr. Rajkumar Harilal Sinha's names appearing in the two lists, gave him clean chit to hold the post, against Mr. Janmajay Sinha who got nomination only in one list.
The new Samity has decided to meet again on next Sunday at CR Park.
Please subcribe to the BLOG.
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