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I forget to mention the quality of air in the area. As far you can see there is greenery, with no slightest patch of pollution. The environment is clear like crystal. Not much like the pollution of Delhi where one suffer from myopic eyesight. People search for greenery and a little space to unwind oneself. Jiribam is absolutely away from the modern human cacophony.Rishikesh Sinha gives his on hand experience of the mystical place.
There is one place on this earth which I would love to visit again and again. Don't churn your mind; I am not taking about many run-of-the-mill destinations that pop up in everyone's mind. Drop the proposal and you would be bombarded with known and unknown places from Kashmir to Kanyakumari, to Shillong, to Delhi, to Manali and if possible to international hotspots. We all do have such wishes to visit again and if possible to stay there forever.
You carry a mythical attachment about the place. You have heard the name of the place ever since you started knowing your surroundings. You have listened your mother describing about the place, narrating her first visit to the most revered destination. She describes her visit minutely with background information. So, without going there, you are so much engrossed with the information and narration that it triggers in you the urge to visit the place; and of course you would never miss the chance to pay a visit if you stumble on any opportunity of your most revered place.
I am talking about the place called Jiribam where a big population of Bishnupriya Manipuri community lives. Jiribam comes in the state of Manipur. It is approximately 80 km from Silchar.
My mom's intermittent description about the place Jiribam, somewhere has crept in my mind. Her descriptions have been so vivid and explanatory that when I visited Jiribam I didn't get awestruck. It was the same Jiribam which my mother described, though with her own version and colour.
She went there to attend somebody's marriage before her marriage. I suppose it would be around early 70's. Fortunately or unfortunately her son also sat foot in the soil of Jiribam and the occasion was again marriage. It coincidence! Like mother – like son phenomenon.
The occasion was my cousin’s marriage. She got married in the village of Boro Bekara, which is under the Jiribam district. No doubt, it was a tortuous and painstaking journey but if one start noticing the flora and fauna and the over all texture of the travel it is altogether different and memorable.
I noticed the kutcha road from the Assam Manipur border heading towards Boro Bekara was something which I never noticed – it was devoid of vehicles. There was not a single motorcycle, bicycle; leave apart bus crossing us from the opposite direction or coming behind the retinue of Sumo jeeps. The road was absolutely vacant and barren.
I was sitting in the bus near the window; and the cloud of dust had almost bathed me completely. My black trousers turned white with the layers of dust. Don’t ask me how I was looking at that moment. I was looking terrible.
And after 3 hours of journey, at last we were at the Boro Bekera village. The typography of the village was totally different. I noticed each house has a vast area. Not to mention that we (the ladki wale) were welcomed with much inquisitiveness and volley of queries. “Kumpai to thang koina gote…”. And those (villagers) who did not know that my Bini (brother-in-law) got married, were asking “Kar koinago thang…”.
After customary luncheon, I alone with one of my friend who happens to be familiar with the village went to round-up of the area. He was not only familiar with the area, but he knows each and every person of the village. He was chit-chatting with them as he has been meeting regularly with them. Seeing his familiarity of the topics he had with the people of their area. Lots of questions were oozing out in my mind and I asked him many times the same – how does he know.
I saw people in the area of Goakhal were having their home in small individual hillock complete with all necessities of life. The hillock is covered by trees and of fruits. So, assembly of houses located at the hillocks makes the whole village; if I am not wrong.
I forget to mention the quality of air in the area. As far you can see there is greenery, with no slightest patch of pollution. The environment is clear like crystal. Not much like the pollution of Delhi where one suffer from myopic eyesight. People search for greenery and a little space to unwind oneself.
And here in Boro Bekara it is opposite of Delhi. You can stretch yourself as far you can. You can see as your vision allows. It is really a paradise. Paradise’s paradise- Jiribam. You must visit if you love nature and the beauty of nature.
Now it was the time to return to the den – my village Mohanpur. It was first time that the return journey was more exciting than getting into the place by road. Not to mention after kada – kadi, rona dona we left for our destination leaving behind my sweet Didi after a long night stay in a house in Goakhal.
We all (ladki wale) took a boat. The house of my Didi was near to the bank. I forgot the name of the river. The water of the river was so clean, one could see the bed of it. The bank of the river was covered by green trees. There were no sign of pollution and human corruption. It was marvelous. The scenery was breathtaking. We all members of the (ladki wale) were playing and playing. One good thing about the memorable boat journey was that we remained fresh; there were no clouds of dust falling on our head.
I got so mesmerized, that I took a resolution, next time if I visit my Didi’s house, here, in Jiribam, I will come equipped with camera, recorder and whole video editing equipments so that I can capture and show it to the world the real beauty of the place. It will be a proof that such place in Manipur does exist.
You loved the place. Plan it and explore the whole beauty of nature. You will get boat service from Fulertol, Assam to Jiribam, Manipur. Note: The place Boro Bekara is a village, so don't expect any hotel in the area. It is better for first timer to take along with him someone from that area.
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I forget to mention the quality of air in the area. As far you can see there is greenery, with no slightest patch of pollution. The environment is clear like crystal. Not much like the pollution of Delhi where one suffer from myopic eyesight. People search for greenery and a little space to unwind oneself. Jiribam is absolutely away from the modern human cacophony.Rishikesh Sinha gives his on hand experience of the mystical place.
There is one place on this earth which I would love to visit again and again. Don't churn your mind; I am not taking about many run-of-the-mill destinations that pop up in everyone's mind. Drop the proposal and you would be bombarded with known and unknown places from Kashmir to Kanyakumari, to Shillong, to Delhi, to Manali and if possible to international hotspots. We all do have such wishes to visit again and if possible to stay there forever.You carry a mythical attachment about the place. You have heard the name of the place ever since you started knowing your surroundings. You have listened your mother describing about the place, narrating her first visit to the most revered destination. She describes her visit minutely with background information. So, without going there, you are so much engrossed with the information and narration that it triggers in you the urge to visit the place; and of course you would never miss the chance to pay a visit if you stumble on any opportunity of your most revered place.
I am talking about the place called Jiribam where a big population of Bishnupriya Manipuri community lives. Jiribam comes in the state of Manipur. It is approximately 80 km from Silchar.
My mom's intermittent description about the place Jiribam, somewhere has crept in my mind. Her descriptions have been so vivid and explanatory that when I visited Jiribam I didn't get awestruck. It was the same Jiribam which my mother described, though with her own version and colour.
She went there to attend somebody's marriage before her marriage. I suppose it would be around early 70's. Fortunately or unfortunately her son also sat foot in the soil of Jiribam and the occasion was again marriage. It coincidence! Like mother – like son phenomenon.
The occasion was my cousin’s marriage. She got married in the village of Boro Bekara, which is under the Jiribam district. No doubt, it was a tortuous and painstaking journey but if one start noticing the flora and fauna and the over all texture of the travel it is altogether different and memorable.
I noticed the kutcha road from the Assam Manipur border heading towards Boro Bekara was something which I never noticed – it was devoid of vehicles. There was not a single motorcycle, bicycle; leave apart bus crossing us from the opposite direction or coming behind the retinue of Sumo jeeps. The road was absolutely vacant and barren.
I was sitting in the bus near the window; and the cloud of dust had almost bathed me completely. My black trousers turned white with the layers of dust. Don’t ask me how I was looking at that moment. I was looking terrible.
And after 3 hours of journey, at last we were at the Boro Bekera village. The typography of the village was totally different. I noticed each house has a vast area. Not to mention that we (the ladki wale) were welcomed with much inquisitiveness and volley of queries. “Kumpai to thang koina gote…”. And those (villagers) who did not know that my Bini (brother-in-law) got married, were asking “Kar koinago thang…”.
After customary luncheon, I alone with one of my friend who happens to be familiar with the village went to round-up of the area. He was not only familiar with the area, but he knows each and every person of the village. He was chit-chatting with them as he has been meeting regularly with them. Seeing his familiarity of the topics he had with the people of their area. Lots of questions were oozing out in my mind and I asked him many times the same – how does he know.
I saw people in the area of Goakhal were having their home in small individual hillock complete with all necessities of life. The hillock is covered by trees and of fruits. So, assembly of houses located at the hillocks makes the whole village; if I am not wrong.
I forget to mention the quality of air in the area. As far you can see there is greenery, with no slightest patch of pollution. The environment is clear like crystal. Not much like the pollution of Delhi where one suffer from myopic eyesight. People search for greenery and a little space to unwind oneself.
And here in Boro Bekara it is opposite of Delhi. You can stretch yourself as far you can. You can see as your vision allows. It is really a paradise. Paradise’s paradise- Jiribam. You must visit if you love nature and the beauty of nature.
Now it was the time to return to the den – my village Mohanpur. It was first time that the return journey was more exciting than getting into the place by road. Not to mention after kada – kadi, rona dona we left for our destination leaving behind my sweet Didi after a long night stay in a house in Goakhal.
We all (ladki wale) took a boat. The house of my Didi was near to the bank. I forgot the name of the river. The water of the river was so clean, one could see the bed of it. The bank of the river was covered by green trees. There were no sign of pollution and human corruption. It was marvelous. The scenery was breathtaking. We all members of the (ladki wale) were playing and playing. One good thing about the memorable boat journey was that we remained fresh; there were no clouds of dust falling on our head.
I got so mesmerized, that I took a resolution, next time if I visit my Didi’s house, here, in Jiribam, I will come equipped with camera, recorder and whole video editing equipments so that I can capture and show it to the world the real beauty of the place. It will be a proof that such place in Manipur does exist.
You loved the place. Plan it and explore the whole beauty of nature. You will get boat service from Fulertol, Assam to Jiribam, Manipur. Note: The place Boro Bekara is a village, so don't expect any hotel in the area. It is better for first timer to take along with him someone from that area.
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Hi Rishi good piece of work...will love to visit the place after reading ur description of nature of Jiribum.
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