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I felt a pleasant surprise and a peculiar euphoric sense ran over. Immediately I intended to ask them and disclose my identity. But suddenly I decided to stop and hear what more they say....

by BN Sinha, New Delhi

Henceforth, I came to Delhi I felt as if every year the winter days are getting more chilled. This year is really an exception. Though the mercury did not drip below 2 degrees yet the cold is unbearable and to attend a meeting early morning 45kms away is a matter one would never wish for.

I had to attend an on site meeting at 8.30am at Manesar, Gurgaon, approximately 45kms away from the place I reside. I woke up at 6 in the morning, to make sure to leave home by 7am. It was a foggy January morning. I was driving along NH8 towards Gurgaon.

The morning traffic was not so heavy as compared to the daytime traffic. I traveled almost 35kms in just 35mins. Only 10kms more was left and I knew it would take merely 15 more minutes to reach. So, I thought to pamper myself by having a cup of tea and a fag in a roadside dhaba. I stopped my car by a roadside chaiwala.

Few people were already there wearing heavy woolen cloths to save themselves from the cold, chatting and sipping hot tea. Me too, took a seat beside two guys who were busy chatting in a mixed and impure Hindi language.

From their conversation I came to know that they were going for an interview in a factory in Manesar. They were in their early twenties. The call centre cab, which they boarded, dropped them up to that point and they were looking for another cab to reach their destination.

As I finished my tea and about to leave, one dialogue between the duos compelled me to stop and give an instant look at them. One of them whispered " Hebania girok egore matia chaitang amare drop kore denarka bulia”. For a moment it seemed to me that everything stopped. To my surprise they were Bishnupriya Manipuri guys, precisely amar manu.

I felt a pleasant surprise and a peculiar euphoric sense ran over. Immediately I intended to ask them and disclose my identity. But suddenly I decided to stop and hear what more they say- if they approach me or not, as they seemed hesitant.

I deliberately stopped and asked the chaiwala for one more fag and started listening their dialogue. I heard one of them asking the other "B**go maatne ugore, dilojaarga hida". Other one replied using typical BM slang -" Lei***** putak ti maaten nuaror thang". I was literally enjoying their conversation like anything, as if more abusive words they use more fun for me.

Suddenly I realized it was already 8.15am, as I was running out of time I thought to give them a shock and asked, "Beyok gasi te kumpeir ta thang, kurang jitaiga kore". Their counter expression was just unexplainable- stunned.

The typical BM introduction took place for a while- "Dada te amar omukor, mite tumar gang or omukor, omukore chine thaibe etc etc.

Finally, I dropped them at their destination by exchanging phone numbers and with a promise to have a dinner at their place with a " jhal fakithomor paltoi baro hukon", the limited stock they carried from their village Japirbandh , Hailakandi…

I finally reached my venue at around 9am. I was late by more than half an hour. Despite feeling offended to be late, I was with an exulted sense, as if a smile had been cut and pasted on my face.

It was indeed an incident I would love not to forget ever since remembering that always brings a smile on my face and also to find a fellow BM in an alien land is something more than words can express.



  1. I read all the articles of Mr BN and find all very interesting but this one is the best. I also wish whenever I go out if I come across any BM guys but not yet lucky enough but you are a lucky person. I feel how you would have felt.

    Best of luck

    Rajesh Sinha

  2. You are lucky enough to get a positive response from the guys u met..but i had a very sour experience and i fear to talk to any BM voluntarily..once i met a BM couple in the streets of Kolkata..They were speaking in BM..BUt the moment i asked them in our language from where they belong, they just ignored me and started to speak in Bengali..i really felt humiliated..


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