By BN Sinha
It was typical winter breeze which was blowing from the east. The morning azaan from the Masjid ½ km away was already over. Morning sun was eagerly waiting to kiss the small dews on the top of the grass. Time was 4.30-4.45 in the morning.
Yesterday most of the villagers had gone to sleep quite late, because they had to organize and give final touch to the banners. Ladies were busy arranging their tolofuti and inafis. A final check was needed to see those are properly ironed. People were geared up for the occasion. A crowded noise can he heard from …pithir leiki…
A knock on my door woke me up, the uncle next to my house asking for the iron which was lying in my room. I just asked, what happened? What this pandemonium is all about? He replied, "tite najiteiga thang misile… ? Torakore istorigo de … diloil…..oh..tortate porikkha na.. heede abo gunjia asot ta…" It was Bishnupriya Manipuri bhasa andolan rally, I had my school annual exam that day so no question of accompanying the rally.
Chengcoorie Road was packed with the protestors slowly heading towards the DC office of Silchar properly lined up in two rows. Women dressed up with Tolofuti, Chacsabi, and aged males with feicham panjabi.
I had to reach school by 9 for the exam, but it was already 8.30 when I left home. I had to reach my school at Ambikapatty 3-4 km away from my village. I had to follow the route same as the rally to reach to my school, it was already 8.55 at College Road still some ¼ km to go.
The rally was passing through, I stood up in a corner watching them just forgot the exam timings. Suddenly the uncle who came for iron in my house identified me. hah! Tortate parikkha na…tor imai martoi baba …jaga torakore…
Finally I reached school at 10 an hour late. It was maths paper … so no tension..I was bit strong in that… But could'nt able to concentrate, I just answered just 50-55 marks and left school ½ hr before the exam finishes, there was absolutely no repentance for the paper but an unknown euphoric cheerful feeling likewise we have during Durga puja was dominating my mind. That day I reached home late.
All were scared as I reached home. My mother started querying about my paper and why I got late. I was in no mood to answer as I was reiterating the chants/ slogans……
Amar daabi dena lagtoi….. Sorkaror helami na choltoi…..Amar daabi natle chire chire singlei taza rakat chitadei ….. Inkilaab Jindabad
It was a winter morning almost 20 years back in our village Bhakatpur..silchar….
Nostalgia runs over…
It was typical winter breeze which was blowing from the east. The morning azaan from the Masjid ½ km away was already over. Morning sun was eagerly waiting to kiss the small dews on the top of the grass. Time was 4.30-4.45 in the morning.
Yesterday most of the villagers had gone to sleep quite late, because they had to organize and give final touch to the banners. Ladies were busy arranging their tolofuti and inafis. A final check was needed to see those are properly ironed. People were geared up for the occasion. A crowded noise can he heard from …pithir leiki…
A knock on my door woke me up, the uncle next to my house asking for the iron which was lying in my room. I just asked, what happened? What this pandemonium is all about? He replied, "tite najiteiga thang misile… ? Torakore istorigo de … diloil…..oh..tortate porikkha na.. heede abo gunjia asot ta…" It was Bishnupriya Manipuri bhasa andolan rally, I had my school annual exam that day so no question of accompanying the rally.
Chengcoorie Road was packed with the protestors slowly heading towards the DC office of Silchar properly lined up in two rows. Women dressed up with Tolofuti, Chacsabi, and aged males with feicham panjabi.
I had to reach school by 9 for the exam, but it was already 8.30 when I left home. I had to reach my school at Ambikapatty 3-4 km away from my village. I had to follow the route same as the rally to reach to my school, it was already 8.55 at College Road still some ¼ km to go.
The rally was passing through, I stood up in a corner watching them just forgot the exam timings. Suddenly the uncle who came for iron in my house identified me. hah! Tortate parikkha na…tor imai martoi baba …jaga torakore…
Finally I reached school at 10 an hour late. It was maths paper … so no tension..I was bit strong in that… But could'nt able to concentrate, I just answered just 50-55 marks and left school ½ hr before the exam finishes, there was absolutely no repentance for the paper but an unknown euphoric cheerful feeling likewise we have during Durga puja was dominating my mind. That day I reached home late.
All were scared as I reached home. My mother started querying about my paper and why I got late. I was in no mood to answer as I was reiterating the chants/ slogans……
Amar daabi dena lagtoi….. Sorkaror helami na choltoi…..Amar daabi natle chire chire singlei taza rakat chitadei ….. Inkilaab Jindabad
It was a winter morning almost 20 years back in our village Bhakatpur..silchar….
Nostalgia runs over…
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