Rishikesh Sinha, New Delhi
There is one big Bishnupriya Manipuri village in the Cachar district of Assam. It is made up of number of small villages - Bekirpar, Kabuganj, Batirgram, Shantipur, Lengti, Panibora and Katakhal.
My mom’s village is there. Since my childhood about the village I carried a flabbergasted, confused perspective, and am still carrying it. I did not find any change in my perspective. What it was 20 years ago, today I find it is the same village; there has not been an iota of change.
I carry a very “diplomatic relationship” with all the village folk. Diplomacy means the faces are not new for me but I am not in the talking terms with them. And the same funda applies, people over their know me, but they don’t talk with me. There is absolutely aankho ….hi …anakho me ishara ho gaya..The message that transmits between our eyes is – I know you, but there is no point in talking with you. The deadlock in the communication between us has to be broken. The question is – How?
Presumably, the primary reason they had to maintain a psychological, physiological know-you-no-talk relationship is only because of my mama’s (mom’s youngest brother) presence who always accompanies me in the round up of the village.
They get confused whom to address first – the person of the village that is my mama or the person who is accompanying him (the writer). Moreover there lies an age difference between us – it is understandable folks of my age cannot approach because of my mama’s shadow presence.
So, next time when I visit the Baromuni belt I would take care that I do not take along with me the shadow of my mama. The shadow casts a long, wrong impression on the guys and girls of my age. Why my Kangsh(!) mama do not understand there exists a probable market of me?
I will not allow the market to be affected by his presence. Kadapi nahin..Ye ho nahin sakta (uhan nau chaltoi).
Beside this, folks of my age (may be younger) I think are much pakana then their counterparts in the adjoining interior villages. I am talking about the folks staying in the Katakhal National Highway side.
Here is an incident which I love not-to-forget it. There was no electricity in the whole area, after getting down from the bus at the Katakhal teenmukhi (the adda of village folks) and was heading towards my mama’s house. I saw a boy, younger than me sitting beside the main road. I come to know that he is failing to recognize me – the intruder. He was inquisitive to unravel my identity. After his recognize-not-recognize exercise failed to give the desired output; he opened his mouth and uttered a word which still lingers in the cochlea of my ears. I was never ever called by that word. I didn't tell my mom that people of her village are much pakana than their age. Obviously, her ego would hurt if I say something against her born place. You can understand.
“Mister, nau chinlu..kumpai jarga go” he uttered in a very diplomatic formal tone. If the same incident would have occurred in other village I think the boy would have used the word “Bheyego, nau chinlu..kumpai jarga go”
Which sounds good - Mister or Bheyego? Obviously "Mister". Just kidding. In the word "Bheyego" there is apna pan. The word Mister throws you away tangential to the circle of the Bishnupriya Manipuri, whereas the word Bheyego passes through the center of the Bishnupriya Manipuri psyche.
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There is one big Bishnupriya Manipuri village in the Cachar district of Assam. It is made up of number of small villages - Bekirpar, Kabuganj, Batirgram, Shantipur, Lengti, Panibora and Katakhal. My mom’s village is there. Since my childhood about the village I carried a flabbergasted, confused perspective, and am still carrying it. I did not find any change in my perspective. What it was 20 years ago, today I find it is the same village; there has not been an iota of change.
I carry a very “diplomatic relationship” with all the village folk. Diplomacy means the faces are not new for me but I am not in the talking terms with them. And the same funda applies, people over their know me, but they don’t talk with me. There is absolutely aankho ….hi …anakho me ishara ho gaya..The message that transmits between our eyes is – I know you, but there is no point in talking with you. The deadlock in the communication between us has to be broken. The question is – How?
Presumably, the primary reason they had to maintain a psychological, physiological know-you-no-talk relationship is only because of my mama’s (mom’s youngest brother) presence who always accompanies me in the round up of the village.
They get confused whom to address first – the person of the village that is my mama or the person who is accompanying him (the writer). Moreover there lies an age difference between us – it is understandable folks of my age cannot approach because of my mama’s shadow presence.
So, next time when I visit the Baromuni belt I would take care that I do not take along with me the shadow of my mama. The shadow casts a long, wrong impression on the guys and girls of my age. Why my Kangsh(!) mama do not understand there exists a probable market of me?
I will not allow the market to be affected by his presence. Kadapi nahin..Ye ho nahin sakta (uhan nau chaltoi).
Beside this, folks of my age (may be younger) I think are much pakana then their counterparts in the adjoining interior villages. I am talking about the folks staying in the Katakhal National Highway side.
Here is an incident which I love not-to-forget it. There was no electricity in the whole area, after getting down from the bus at the Katakhal teenmukhi (the adda of village folks) and was heading towards my mama’s house. I saw a boy, younger than me sitting beside the main road. I come to know that he is failing to recognize me – the intruder. He was inquisitive to unravel my identity. After his recognize-not-recognize exercise failed to give the desired output; he opened his mouth and uttered a word which still lingers in the cochlea of my ears. I was never ever called by that word. I didn't tell my mom that people of her village are much pakana than their age. Obviously, her ego would hurt if I say something against her born place. You can understand.
“Mister, nau chinlu..kumpai jarga go” he uttered in a very diplomatic formal tone. If the same incident would have occurred in other village I think the boy would have used the word “Bheyego, nau chinlu..kumpai jarga go”
Which sounds good - Mister or Bheyego? Obviously "Mister". Just kidding. In the word "Bheyego" there is apna pan. The word Mister throws you away tangential to the circle of the Bishnupriya Manipuri, whereas the word Bheyego passes through the center of the Bishnupriya Manipuri psyche.
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