How we Bishnupriya Manipuri people meet with an another Bishnupriya Manipuri person, I suppose could not be as interesting and full of suspense than that had taken place few years ago with one of my friends, Dija Moni Sinha. How he met and rescued a daughter and her mother is full of drama, emotions and humanity!
Rishikesh Sinha, New Delhi
Dija Moni Sinha, a Bishnupriya Manipuri friend of mine, supposedly one year junior to me, like his father joined Border Security Force at an early age after making many unsuccessful attempts to pass the class 12 exam. He is tall and handsome with stick like straight thinking. Before he joined the force, he was a street smart boy of Shillong, Meghalaya always been found with a gang of friends who were always eager to fight.
The street fight has made him an end-no-worry person. The consequences of any action absolutely doesn’t matter to him. If someone ask him why he has chosen to join the armed forces – his answer is simple, away from the complexity of life: “There is no “decent” job available in India for a class 10 pass boy like him, and here you are doing respectfully a job”. “The Government gives enough to sail comfortably if someone knows how to run life”.
He once narrated an incident to me that took place with him after his completion of basic 9 months training. And here I am jotting down that incident.
After the completion of the basic training which is compulsory for any jawan, he got posted in the Indo-Bangladesh border. One day he along with his comrade were guarding the porous border of both the countries. They saw a teenager girl in company with an elderly woman hurriedly crossing the border oblivious of their presence.
They were talking in Bishnupriya Manipuri, continually praying god of their safety. Dija Moni was translating LIVE their fear to his comrade. For them, the conversation taking place between the two unwanted souls in India was coming as an ultimate source of entertainment and amusement. They both made a plan allowing both the duo to enter as deep into India as possible and later apprehending them of crossing the border illegally.
According to the plan, Dija’s friend, an UP [Uttar Pradesh] wallah, came out from the well kept secret place and caught both the duo. Seeing the jawan, who was no where visible earlier, in front of them, they lost the colour of their face, and their voice started cracking of the fear of arrest. And after few minutes of hard questions thrown upon them, they started crying inconsolably, repeatedly requesting not to arrest them and be allowed to go again in Bangladesh. But Dija’s friend was not giving a leeway and was adamant to arrest them.
Interestingly, Dija was amusing himself of the minute by minute manufactured situation. After seeing both the duo breaking, he left the much hided place and came in front of them. And of his style, he said “Kakima chinta na korio, kitau nau ose.” Listening this word, unexpectedly in this boder, away from the human vegetation, they both heaved a sigh of relief, Dija’s presence came as an god’s send avatar who will rescue them from the situation.
The duo, daughter and mother, told him that they were going to India to attend a family puja. He told them that they can go now but they must come back while he is in duty, otherwise ………... He told them that the border situation is not like what it was before, it is very much strict. They should not cross the border and come to India. Instructing them this, he allowed the daughter and her mother to attend the family puja.
And after three hours, they again came back keeping their promise in the border. While going back to Bangladesh, the mother and her daughter said, very much smilingly “Baba amar upai ahis benai”. Listening this, I along with him, burst into peals of laughter.
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Rishikesh Sinha, New Delhi
Dija Moni Sinha, a Bishnupriya Manipuri friend of mine, supposedly one year junior to me, like his father joined Border Security Force at an early age after making many unsuccessful attempts to pass the class 12 exam. He is tall and handsome with stick like straight thinking. Before he joined the force, he was a street smart boy of Shillong, Meghalaya always been found with a gang of friends who were always eager to fight.
The street fight has made him an end-no-worry person. The consequences of any action absolutely doesn’t matter to him. If someone ask him why he has chosen to join the armed forces – his answer is simple, away from the complexity of life: “There is no “decent” job available in India for a class 10 pass boy like him, and here you are doing respectfully a job”. “The Government gives enough to sail comfortably if someone knows how to run life”.
He once narrated an incident to me that took place with him after his completion of basic 9 months training. And here I am jotting down that incident.
After the completion of the basic training which is compulsory for any jawan, he got posted in the Indo-Bangladesh border. One day he along with his comrade were guarding the porous border of both the countries. They saw a teenager girl in company with an elderly woman hurriedly crossing the border oblivious of their presence.
They were talking in Bishnupriya Manipuri, continually praying god of their safety. Dija Moni was translating LIVE their fear to his comrade. For them, the conversation taking place between the two unwanted souls in India was coming as an ultimate source of entertainment and amusement. They both made a plan allowing both the duo to enter as deep into India as possible and later apprehending them of crossing the border illegally.
According to the plan, Dija’s friend, an UP [Uttar Pradesh] wallah, came out from the well kept secret place and caught both the duo. Seeing the jawan, who was no where visible earlier, in front of them, they lost the colour of their face, and their voice started cracking of the fear of arrest. And after few minutes of hard questions thrown upon them, they started crying inconsolably, repeatedly requesting not to arrest them and be allowed to go again in Bangladesh. But Dija’s friend was not giving a leeway and was adamant to arrest them.
Interestingly, Dija was amusing himself of the minute by minute manufactured situation. After seeing both the duo breaking, he left the much hided place and came in front of them. And of his style, he said “Kakima chinta na korio, kitau nau ose.” Listening this word, unexpectedly in this boder, away from the human vegetation, they both heaved a sigh of relief, Dija’s presence came as an god’s send avatar who will rescue them from the situation.
The duo, daughter and mother, told him that they were going to India to attend a family puja. He told them that they can go now but they must come back while he is in duty, otherwise ………... He told them that the border situation is not like what it was before, it is very much strict. They should not cross the border and come to India. Instructing them this, he allowed the daughter and her mother to attend the family puja.
And after three hours, they again came back keeping their promise in the border. While going back to Bangladesh, the mother and her daughter said, very much smilingly “Baba amar upai ahis benai”. Listening this, I along with him, burst into peals of laughter.
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AS it is a real story i just wonder how the mother and daughter would have felt at that very moment..and also what would hv happened if they would not have found ur friend Dija Mani..but thank God Dija mani was there..it is really a very nice experience u shared with all..there is also a lot to learn..as it is an offence to cross the border without proper papers, this sort of acts should be stopped..
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There should be a easy process for us to see our family from each side. If you go to the border side you will see some Bishnupriya Manipuri villages on each side have families and friends. We are help less. We are caught on political borders. This situation had nice ending because Dijamani was there, but think what could/would happen where Dija was/will not there.
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