Sunday, 31 August 2008

Construction of Yatri Nivas at Radha Kund in mess

By Rebati Mohan Sinha

In the last year`s Adhibeshan at Tinakhal, a construction Committee was formed with Shri Kajal Kanti Sinha (a retired Addl.Chief Engr from Tripura) as its president to start construction of Yatri Nivas by April 2008, which was discussed in the month of June at Mumbai. Last two meetings which we had in Delhi and Radhakund had been given in web site.

Twice the foundation stones were laid for the Yatri Nivas by different people in different occasions and at different time, but those two foundations became redundant and we have to demolish as it was a hindrance to the progress of the construction work. We do not understand, when the Adhibeshan was about to be held in the month of March 2008, what was the hurry for the committee members to rush to Radhakund to lay the foundation, just a month before(ie. month of February 08). Can any one substantiate the necessity to spend the public money like this? There is a needle of suspicion that there was a guiding force that worked on it.

It has been mentioned in the 4th resolution of the bulletin, published on the occasion of the Adhibeshan, that the people should start putting a rupee coin per day to a cylindrical container for the construction of Yatri Nivas wef. poila Baishakh ie.14th April 08 where as the construction work was also to start from the same month, but how was it possible? No where was it mentioned of any fund available. Till date, no one could predict the collection from various porgonas, after the lapse of five months? In that 4th resolution it was very much clear that there was no mention of budgeted amount to be collected nor time was mentioned by which the collected amount would be deposited to the Central Committee exchequer. At the same time committee was eager to start the construction work as early as possible. The work commenced with a new foundation, on last Guru Purnima day. The amount received by the Sevait also might have exhausted by now.

It was heard from a reliable source that further work could not be progressed for the want of fund. It is also heard that the president and secretary of central committee are not having any direct contact with the President, Nirman committee since the work commenced, on the contrary, enquiry is being made from the other sources about the progress of the work. Why cannot they follow the protocol? When the president (Nirman committee)can go to Patharkandi for the consultation with them, in return why cannot they at least speak to him telephonically?

There are so much lapses one could easily find, say for example in that bulletin, it was mentioned that the expenditure for 2007 has been passed; but no mention of figures about the total collection and expenditure, where as the budgeted total collection and expenditure of 2008 had been shown which is not practical. The total collection was shown as Rs.98500/-from all sources and the expenditure as Rs.26500/-.remaining amount is Rs.92000/-.Can any one build a Nivas with this fund? Where is the budgeted figure for the construction of Yatri Nivas in2008? One can believe that the bulletin is the mouth speech of the Central Committee, and the people will be quite interested to know the contents of it. This is a document people would rely on. Till today, concerned people did not receive it.

Now, it is cleared that with this limited fund we will not be able to complete the present project, therefore, it is suggested that a decision may please be taken in regard to invite sponsorship for the completion of the project. Details can be worked out like this : sponsored person should bear the cost of one room and in return he can get names of his beloved ones inscribed on the front walls. All the name tallies will be uniform in sizes and quality.

Friday, 29 August 2008

Smart Study

By Surajit Sinha, New Delhi

All about studying

  • Since all the competitive exams are based on multiple choice question patterns, I would suggest you to study in a CBSE curriculum especially if you are in north east.
  • If you want to make it in IIT/Engineering start preparing from class VIII.
  • If you want to make a career as a academician or a research/scientist then only enroll for a Bachelor of Science course. Otherwise wipe out these courses from your mind.
  • For engineering aspirants it is best to enroll yourself to a coaching institute, which not only refine your skill but also give a boost to your confidence.
  • if you are not good enough in studies, do not hesitate to join ITI (industrial training institute), believe me this will catch you a fortune in terms of your academic capability. Girls can opt for various vocational training courses offered by local vocational colleges.
  • The latest in thing in studying is nano-technology, bio-technology, these two fields holds the future of industry and survival of humans.
  • There are several government scholarships available national as well as international. The information can be found in the embassy website of that particular country and the advertisement comes in leading newspapers of the country. Otherwise there are various foreign universities which offer scholarships, search the net regularly to update yourself.

Career Planning

  • to find out your skills like communication ability, inter personal skills etc. If no, then start improving them.
  • While in school and college involve yourself more in extra curricular activities like theatre, public speaking, visiting NGO's etc. These make your resume dynamic and catch the attention of today’s HR specialists.
  • The recent influx of big multinational automobile company and energy companies has created a huge potential in the engineering sector. These doesn't mean only graduate level engineering candidates can make big in to it. Diploma holders have lots of opportunity especially in the automobile, refinery industry.
  • Those who want to make a career in hospitality industry should carry themselves very well. Because looks and attitude is very important in these field.
  • CBSE is giving more emphasis on extra curricular activities to ease the children from the burden of studying. So in many schools there are dedicated department like, music, sports. So if you are good singer, musician then goes for it. In big cities you will get lots of part time jobs in these fields.

Finally all of you must be wondering why there is no mention of call centre job, in this regard I would like to say “Do not choose call center job as a career”, take it just as a starter if you need to otherwise avoid it. Again KPO can be better option, which demands lots of intellectuality.

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

You are wanted!

By Henry Sinha, New Delhi

None can take away from the Bishnupriya Manipuris one certain thing. Creativity.

I can see God nodding his head in agreement.

Nothing runs deep in our blood with so much intensity, with so much melody as dance, music, art do. As a community creativity is our second nature. It’s a proven fact. Would call it a ‘proven truth’ rather. I hear all agree in a chorus. No chance of a rhythm disruption at all in this count. Never.

Somehow I observe, we as a community are not vocal about it. Never were. Something stops us from CLAIMING and telling the world, ‘Hey look I’m the boss here’. With changing times, with million showcase platforms surfacing every second day it would be a sin if you don’t show it when you know you have it.

In fact, bloody flaunt it. It is a celebration of our own talent. It’s our way of thanking God for having given us this beautiful gift.

Apart from studies, I believe and I will truly believe till the last gasp of my breath, if our children, our talent are given proper training in this space of creativity, we can expect wonders. Provided it is a properly planned focused effort. As a person, I am proud to say I am pretty modest by nature!!!! However, I can’t deny the fact I was a gifted dancer. Apologies for the brag though. Having said that I owe my talent (dead talent as I’m on the side of the 30s) to my culture. It is because that I’m a Bishnupriya Manipuri that I WAS a good dancer. It is because I have danced in Rakhuals, Joydev, I got that sense of rhythm. Yes also because of John Travolta! Must mention. More than sure am I, when I say there are hundreds like me who can sing the same story.

If I was you or rather if I was as young as some of you are now, for my life, I won’t ever miss the opportunity that’s now knocking on my door. The Shri Shri Shri Shri Bhubeneshwar Sadhu Thakur Utsav on the 2nd of November 2008. Almost two months from now. On this occasion, the organizers, have kept a 2 hour space for entertainment. In these 2 hours there would be songs,dances,poetry recitation. The theme would be Shri Shri Shri Bhubeneshwar Sadhu Thakur.

We are looking for talent who can sing, dance or recite on the mentioned theme.

Well ofcourse, the medium of language would be Bishnupriya Manipuri.

The idea here is not to win a medal. That you would be taking part on such a holy occasion is a medal in itself.

The idea here is to create a ‘beautiful tribute’ for our Sadhu Baba. The idea here is to give a visual delight of our creativity to whoever comes to grace the occasion. It may be image or text. The idea here is to feel what we can be proud of.

Send in your numbers at or along with a description on your area of talent and log in your names.

You all are wanted. Rush in.

Monday, 25 August 2008

Nikhil Bishnupriya Manipuri Mahasabha Mukhpatra

Here is an attempt to publicize the Nikhil Bishnupriya Manipuri Mahasabha Mukhpatra. With this, now readers don’t have to wait for the printed copy of the publication, but can read it online, from any corner of the world, without leaving this blog.

Condition, I starts getting printed or soft copy of the Nikhil Bishnupriya Manipuri Mahasabha Mukhpatra regularly.

The Nikhil Bishnupriya Manipuri Mahasabha Mukhpatra is user-friendly and interactive. Readers can email the document to their friends and relatives; even use the html code in their websites, print, read it in book mode, list mode or in slide mode.

Please comment, about the initiative to digitalise the document coming out from the oldest and the grandest socio-cultural body of the Bishnupriya Manipuri community.

If you face any technical or any type of problem. Do contact me. It is unfortunate that the document is in Bengali medium. Something that is beyond my control and capacity, I can't translate it. If Nikhil Bishnupriya Manipuri Mahasabha wants the document to reach a section of the community who are not educated to read Bengali script, they must come out with its English version. To the fact that most of the todays youngsters are English-medium educated and their number is in sizable number, the NBMM should think of coming out with the English version.

Nikhil Bishnupriya Manipuri Mahasabha Mukhpatra - August issue. Click here to read.

Winds of Change!

By Henry Sinha, New Delhi

General Meeting of Bishnupriya Manipuri Nagarik Samiti - Delhi NCR,

24th of August 2008, C R Park, New Delhi.


Perceptive Plan to drive membership for all Bishnupriya Manipuris residing in the Delhi NCR region in the Bishnupriya Manipuri Nagarik Samiti. ( BMNS, Delhi-NCR)

Blueprint for Shri Shri Shri Bhubeneshwar Sadhu Thakur Utsav

Members present:

  • Dr. Nirmalya Sinha (President) Mr. CM Sinha ( Vice President)
  • Mr. Shashikant Sinha ( General Secretary), Mr. Harilal Rajkumar ( Treasurer),
  • Mr. Jishnu Sinha (Secretary), Mr. Nirmalendu Mukherjee ( Joint Secretary),
  • Mr. Vikram Sinha ( Block Officer), Mr. Henryy Sinha ( Additional Secretary)
The next 60 – 65 days present some tough but exciting possibilities for the Samity to slice the apple in the way it should be, sort out serious issues, take up new challenges and chart the way forward for the community residing in the Delhi NCR region. Take out from the meeting, to summarize it.

For a change it was great to see the members being handed out neat and clean, printed copies by the President himself. Big deal? Oh yeah it is. We are getting the basic hygiene factors in place to begin with! It was great to see people coming to the meeting, even when they do not have their names or designations on the list. That’s called drive, passion. For a change it was great to discuss what to do and what NOT to do being polite, but firm. For a change it was great to see the young blood being encouraged to speak and take up the gauntlet. For a change it was great to decide to not let anyone self trumpet personal achievements during sacred occasions like Shri Shri Shri Bhubeneshwar Sadhu Thakur Utsav as it a community platform and not an autobiography mouthpiece. For a change it was great to see people fuming over a responsibility fugitive. The sparks to mean business can be seen. For a change it was great to see issues discussed one by one, hunting for solutions, finding solutions. Amicably. Unanimously. Lastly, for a change it was great to see members laying the emphasis on the three holy words which would be our redemption, hope so – Planning. Timelines. Accountability. Winds of change, I believe.

Now as mentioned above lets brisk touch the agendas for your understanding.

  • The Samity through its Perceptive Plan would be rolling out a campaign to trigger membership of Bishnupriya Manipuris residing in the Delhi NCR region. It intends to register each and every member of the community, working, non working, young, old - to be a part of the Samity. This membership drive will be done with the objective to create manpower, resources and funds, which would be used for the welfare of the community – cultural, social.
  • The Samity has documented a blueprint to organize the next big event, the Shri Shri Shri Bhubeneshwar Sadhu Thakur Utsav. In other words, the effort here is to induce proper planning, execution and professionalism into the event. More than the scale, the Samity would be focusing on the quality of the Utsav from now on.

On all the above objectives, teams have been delegated for specific jobs and allotted timelines with benchmarks.

I request all those residing in the Delhi NCR region to step ahead and take the baton forward. The Samity alone cannot do much unless we all unite as a force and make things happen for our community. Please come forward and extend your hands. Its your right, my right to be successful.

Thanks to Mr. Ravikant Sinha and family for the venue and the superb snacks!

Watch this space for more on this topic. Do come up with questions as well as suggestions. Innovative ideas are welcome.

Your time starts now. Get ready to register yourself.

Lets win!

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Sunday, 24 August 2008

Old is Gold?

Despite being away from homeland we all often visit our native place at least once in a year or two. In this visit we not only meet our cousins and relatives but also notice the changes in their day-to-day routine that we saw in our last visit. Change is a natural thing it’s a sign of evolution. But it’s very hard to answer at least for me whether these changes are happening for good or bad.

Sonika Rajkumari, New Delhi

I always hated going to my village when I was in school or you can say when I was a child. Sometimes I would be spared, going to Silchar or sometimes reluctantly I had to go there. Then starts squabble between my mom and me about the mode of transportation. I prefer going by bus, and my mom likes going conveniently by train than bus as bus cause travel sickness to her like vomiting, headache and closure of eardrums. But for me those who have done something wrong and want to repent would go by train, it would be a worse punishment from God. But sometimes I would lose the battle in this squabble and had to board the train to Silchar.

What one would do with the scenery when having a tough time to travel more than twelve hours in train, uuff? Given the speed of the train, if we run by a bicycle we would go ahead of the train. Scratching my head by thinking all these in train due to irritation it always used to lead a volcano inside me which could explode at anytime on anybody. Reaching Silchar and descending at Bihara Railway station at odd hours would always leave only one option that is march-past to home, which bugged me like anything. But it has been a year since I didn't experience going by train to Silchar and even don't want to, as from my last few visits I am winning the battle in squabble with my mom and try not to commit something wrong else God will punish me.

In the village my morning always used to start by hearing scolds from my mother. As early in the morning all the children of the village used to sit in front of the book not inside the house but outside in the varendah and start reading loudly. There seemed to be a competition among the neighbourhood children, who could study more loudly? and those, who were studying with low voice would get a tight slap on their back from their mothers. Same routine would always be repeated in the evening after evening prayer to God. For me they seemed to be rather screaming than studying. But on Sunday leaving behind their rivalry in studying loudly, they all would get together to watch Rangoli at 7 in the morning followed by Mahabharata in DD-1 with few centimeter gap between them and television. And the whole day they would rather play or watch their favourite serials like Shaktiman, Yug on T.V in the only Manoranjan channel i.e. DD-1. Not only were they, I was also very fond of all programmes in DD-1 especially those who pays homage to God.

I would say they spent a disciplined and simple life. They study on time; they take food on time, sleep in time at 10 o'clock at night and get up on time i.e., 5 o'clock in morning. They consider no obstacle in their work; whether it rains or light goes they give no excuse, they do their work as it goes daily.

But from recent years I found that things are gradually changing, not only in their lives but in my life as well. Competition of studying loudly disappeared. Now when they are willing, they study in low voice or with no voice. Now their morning starts with watching songs in MTV or Zee Trendz. Instead of studying voices in the morning, which used to get echoed around atmosphere earlier, now I hear the modern Hindi and English songs. My cousins including the youngsters of the village more like English songs than Hindi; no matter whether they understand it or not. Now I hear songs like -"no body wanna see us together" by Akon from them, I wonder even I don't know the lyrics of the songs, they sing smoothly.

Daily get-together lost, now they are busy in their own lives. They watch T.V in their own home. The channels in Tata Sky and Dish TV have ousted DD-1. The national T.V got vanished and it is searched by the elders only on special days like Independence and Republic day. Neighbours don't talk much; they simply pass smile or exchange greetings in case their eyes clash. Evening get-together happens but only with the people of their groups (doladol in their parlance). Youngsters find their hangout zone in bus stand giving the name- teenmukhiya. They started doing computer class from the city, which I think is a nice thing and might help them to forge ahead.

I find those routine and discipline missing which was used to be with them earlier. I really miss those screaming among the children early in the morning and evening when their mothers used to say - "ourey cha kadar sou pakortara, epaitto naar huniar" (see the nearby children how loudly are they studying) and used to discuss all the happenings in the serials but not like saas-bahu type. The only thing that hasn't change still is the fear of the people to get off their home after midnight.

As I have told, it’s very difficult for me to answer whether these transformation is leading the village or villagers to the right direction or not. Changes are inevitable, it’s the rule of nature, and everything gets change. We all want that the graph of transformation should always go up and never decline but it’s not necessary that thing should always go in favour of our wishes.

Saturday, 23 August 2008

Kali-Puja In The Middle East

Call it inquisitiveness, or mere curiosity, we all love listening real-life stories set in an alien land. The cultural shocks, situational comedy, creeping fear, and like many emotional crescendos is what that makes the story lively and interesting. Here is a story from a Bishnupriya Manipuri, name not original, about his international sojourn. Read…

From my early days in school, I used to read a lot about the erstwhile USSR as SOVIET DESH magazine was being delivered to my home regularly. And I used to dream about flying to that dream land called MOSCOW whenever an aeroplane buzzed over our city’s sky.

By the time, my father went to Prague in formerly Czechoslovakia, now Czech Republic for one month. But unfortunately, we didn’t get the chance to see the pictures taken there as my father forgot to take the album back from his comrade from Bangladesh. So my father could only share the sweet as well as odd experiences he had there. The odd experience (embarrassment) was when he stumped the feet of the Czech lady with whom he was dancing in the farewell night. It was a great hilarious time listening to that episode from baba.

In 1991, that dream bubble burst when the USSR collapsed and I came to know the truth, I should say the inside story of the then USSR. The “Soviet Desh” magazine was used like a weapon of propaganda for the communist. But that did not deter my dream to see the outside world beyond India.

In 1997, I joined the petrochemical unit of an OIL and Gas PSU. After a few years, some of my south Indian friends left the company to pursue higher studies in Germany and the US; and a few joined oil companies in the Middle East. But I was not able to congregate the courage to do the same as I was enjoying a comfortable and secure job in GAIL (India) Ltd, which is one of the best employers in India.

In late 2007, I also left my country and the company for even better prospects and to fulfil my childhood dream of exploring the outside world. Moreover, ten years in a PSU is a very long time and that too in a single location ( a petrochemical unit ) in west UP.

In today’s world, people are constantly leaving - either at the end of their term or in between for better prospects.

Before leaving India, I had read and heard a lot of good things about the U.A.E and Abu Dhabi in particular. Still I was very nervous and sceptical about the company, its management and work culture.

My nervousness was greatly eased by the warm welcome at the Abu Dhabi airport by the sweet young lady who was wearing a broad COLGATE smile around her CREST whitened teeth. She helped me do the formalities at the immigration counter and then got me boarded into a meticulously polished TAXI which took me to my hotel near the picturesque Corniche. The taxi driver was a Pakistani who never seemed tired of giving me tips after tips about the Do's and Don'ts about the Emirates. I think he was impressed with my little bit of knowledge in Urdu.

The next day, when I entered the Corporate Office, I was equally overwhelmed by the welcome and helps extended by the Integration Co-ordinators. During the ten days stay in Abu Dhabi waiting for our Security Pass, I got to know more about the city life and its road network as I used to walk for two to three hours daily before retiring to my hotel room at night.

On 13th Dec'07, I also took the opportunity to witness the aerobatic show with my Phillipino friend. The spectacular and breathtaking aerobatic show was performed by the RED ARROWS of the UK which buzzed the skyline over the Marina Mall with their impressive display of formation flying. The team has already performed more than 4000 shows over the world. The most beautiful formation was the LOVE HEART with the ARROW with the participation of three member planes.

But I wish I had witnessed the 36th National Day which was celebrated a few days before my arrival in Abu Dhabi. They decorated all the towering buildings of the capital city with rows of tiny light bulbs. It was a great site to watch. It seemed they were celebrating Kali-puja or Diwali in the Middle-East. Only difference was the absence of deafening sound of crackers/bombs.

But all these excitement evaporated when all of us were literally dumped in a hostel without all the comforts of the luxurious hotel of Abu Dhabi and that too in the middle of the desert.

The next day, we were shown the Housing Complex and the upcoming buildings meant for new recruits. We were very much impressed with the lush green atmosphere created in the desert and the quality of civil works on display.

The real excitement came when I joined my scheduled team. When a new bride enters, the old brides have to make room for the new one. Organisations are no different from household. And the same happened to me and I am profoundly grateful to my team leader from FINLAND and senior colleagues who made me feel comfortable though I am working with eight different and vibrant nationalities within my group. In fact there are 32 nationalities working in my company. It's like a mini GLOBAL VILLAGE.

And this is the story of my amalgamation to this esteemed company.

Writer- Pocha Heedol

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The Great Expectation

Now when the Delhi-NCR Bishnupriya Manipuri Nagarik Samity has taken a shape with new faces in key important posts. The time has come to see how the new Samity will get involved in the fulfillment of the hopes and aspiration of the Bishnupriya Manipuri people living in Delhi and in other places. The Samity carries a great reposibility in its shoulder, on one side where it has to fulfill the expectations of the Bishnupriya Manipuri Delhites, on the other side it has to become the beacon of the whole community.

Delhi-the seat of powerful decision-makers, and hub of all religious faiths, place of residence of people from all across India and the world, and with national and international activities taking place all around, like many other advantages that the city offer-is something that the Samity enjoys than the other socio-cultural bodies of the community. At this context, the health of the Samity will be enough for other communities, respective State and Central governments, and even to our people, to gauge and come to a conclusion about the ‘temperature’ of the whole community. This is something that the Samity always has to abide with and would be expected from all quarters.

However, it would be foolish on our part to expect so much from the just-formed Samity. Now, being in the formative stage, first, the Samity has to bring its house in order. Then one could expect something miracle to happen from the Samity. The exercise must start with the registration process, it must register itself in the book of law. Secondly, it must come out with the list of activities that it has to do, or plans to do. With these constraints, at this juncture, it doesn't seem necessary to go for the 'third' reform. Let it comply with these two first.

We are assured, and confident enough that the Samity is in right hand, who are capable enough to draw the future course not only of the Bishnupriya Manipuri living in Delhi, but also of the people living in other cities, away from their roots. It has the ability to add a new golden page in the history of the whole community. Amen!!!

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Friday, 22 August 2008

Ganesh Chaturthi :The Ganapati Utsav

Mumbai always remain in buzz. This time, Rebati Mohan Sinha takes the stock of the buzzing affair. . Read...

These days Mumbai wears a festive look as the Puja Mondops have sprung up all over the city for the impending arrival of the Mangalmurti, Ganapati Pappa Murya.

The recently celebrated Independence Day is afresh in my mind and I have been thinking of writing on the Gono-utsav (sarbojonin)of Ganesh Chaturthi, celebrated all over Maharashtra in general and Mumbai in particular, because this utsav was connected with the pre Independence era. The entire city is transformed into one giant carnival.Have you wondered how it all began. Today, I would like to share the roots and more about the pioneers Ganesh Utsav in the ‘City Sarbojonik Ganesh Utsav Sanstha’,Girgaon near chowpaty, the city`s oldest Ganapati mandal,while on one hand we have low key celebration still continuing at Girgaon, on the other hand we have the crowd puller Lalbaugh cha Raja, famous for his pomp and grandeur.(Ten days pranami amounts to more than a crore).
The historians say, this festival began in 1893 and progressed and matured over the century has also witnessed a multitude of social, economical and political changes. It started a small family affairs, meant to unite people in one or two room houses of the Mohalla.Ganesh Utsav was the vision of India`s freedom fighter Balgangadhar Tilak. He realized that his country needed a religious icon and a cover for political activity. His aim was to bring a collective consciousness in the masses and propagate the message of freedom and that could only been possible if Ganesh idol was first taken out to verandah, then to courtyard and gradually across Mumbai and Maharashtra.

During the pre independence era the residents of Mumbai were aware of the overall political scenario then prevailing in India. It was but natural that they had a respect for freedom fighters in general and Balgangadhar Tilak in particular. Their religious nature, love and admiration for Tilak made these residents promptly respond to his call to observe community festival of Lord Ganasha. Most of the people of Maharashtra, celebrating this festival may not be aware of the root cause of it; but they observe with great fan fare. The elephant headed God is worshipped to earn prosperity and good will for ten days.

Huno : Lets thank God for this Sunday !!

by Henry Sinha, New Delhi

One more day to go for tea, coffee, cigarettes, khaini, chutki, gua, pana, DTC, bikes, Santro , Zen, Corolla, scooter, autorickshaw, Levis, UCB, Nike, La Mode, Janpath, Fab India, idiocy, intelligence, arrogance, politics, justice, faff, genuine, introverts, extroverts, favouritism, principles, hunger for power, innocent dedication, amateurs, groupism, isolation, professionals, this sabha, that sabha, my sabha, Bengali, Hindi, English, amaar thar, sarcasm, respect, disrespect, jealousy, love, suspicion, trust, verbose, blunt, sharp, weak, strong, trying to be strong, upstarts, successful, trying to be successful, failures, show offs, turn offs, simpletons, Nokia, Motorola, Reliance, Airtel, Hutch, Idea, landline, Gagara, Chenkuri, Baromuni, Bogotpur, Dutpur,unaam, Silchar, Guwahati, Kamalpur, rajalokei, parougolokei, e lokei, hou lokei, e gotro, hou gotro, Saket, Palam, Sadurjung, Gurgaon, engineers, scientists, businessmen, ad professionals, journos, Vikram, Ashu, Shashikant, Nirmalya, C M Sinha, Brahmananda, Surjit, Rishikesh, Hari Amit, Nirmalendu, Henryy, President, Treasurer, General Secretary, harou, yarou, ugly, bad, good, arguments, discussion, confusion and SOLUTIONS.

We have it all under one roof. We all will fight under one roof. We all will find solutions under one roof. We all will be ONE under ONE roof.

24th of August 2008, 4 pm, CR Park.

Be there for the Bishnupriya Manipuri Nagarik Samity Delhi-NCR meeting.

This Sunday belongs to us.

Our houses

This is called historical writing. Ranita Sinha wrote Sweet Home - encapsulating the changes in structure and in the designing of the houses in villages. Now, Rebati Mohan Sinha has gone even farther, to the pre-independence era.

We can expect article like 'Sweet Home' only from Mrs Ranita Sinha. Anyway her last two words sentence ‘Do share’ had inspired me to take you all a decade and a half century back i.e., pre-independence era to apprise how people were living then. First of all I would like to discuss on house lay-out, then to material used for roofing and boundary-walls and at the last a brief on people’s life style in those days.

Quite often, elders were heard discussing about the sizes of the house, when some one liked to build, say ‘noi-e-sotoroi’(breadth- nine haat, length- sotero haat), one haat=18`` inches, means really no partition required, as mentioned in the article ‘sweet home’. A peculiarity was there, the main entrance doors of Bishnupriya Manipuri houses always opened to eastward, very seldom one could see houses having doors opened to either south or west; but not to north. In those days, there were never used to be “L” or “H” type houses, only rectangular type, standing easterly, called chaar-challigo (Tongigo) owned by rich and another one standing on north-south, called dwee-challigo, owned by poor, both having no windows and no back doors. The kitchen used to be always at the corner of rear end of the house. The Tongigo type houses had bigger verandahs as compared to Dwee-challi type.

The houses were having varieties of thatched roofs, called ‘Shonor Chaal’, khapakor chaal, Torjaar chaal (made of split bamboo)and the roofs of corrugated tin sheets, called Tatar tin (Tinor chaal); but very rare. The boundary walls were of either split bamboos or type of shrubs grown on marshy lands, called ‘eekor’ and was more durable than the split bamboo. The shrubs, ‘shon’ are grown on high lands; but ‘khapak’ grown on marshy land. The final coat of best wall-plastering was of special river clay, named ‘aathali maati’, which was shining very much. The primary coat for the wall plastering was an adhesive paste of cowdung and mud which was easily available.

Now let me write something about the people living in those houses: the people had very much community feeling. They help one another at the time of house building or house repair, in fact in paddy reaping time also. In those days, people had never charged for the services rendered to their neighbors, unlike these days. People always showed their respect to elders. There are plenty of things could be written, but people may feel boredom, so let me draw a line of ending here.

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Thursday, 21 August 2008

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"Bishnupriya" - Prefix or Suffix


Mr.Raj (in a comment in the article - Bishnupriya Manipuri and Basmati) wants to know the development pertaining to prefix/suffix of Bishnupriya Manipuri. Let us see whether I could dwell on these two words for a while. First of all, there should`nt be any doubt in our minds whether we are Manipuris or not, because our ancestors came from Manipur, even my grandfather was heard talking in Meitei language. Now let us face the facts…at the beginning of sixties (1960), in colleges at Silchar we were known as Manipuris, even we had celebrated first religious function, Saraswati Puja at ‘Gol Digir Paar’, Premtola, Silchar, by both communities - Meitei and Bishnupriya. There was no identity crisis at all, at that time. We had maintained cordial relation with them.

When the Union Backward Commission came in to being in 1995, we had represented our caste, Manipuri to it`s branch at state capital, Guwahati, as Bishnupriya Manipuri, prefixing the word ‘Bishnupriya’ and it was accepted by the State Commission; but our brethren, Meitei Community were not happy and went to High Court against the decision on suffix of word Manipuri, the verdict was given in our favour. Then they went to the Supreme Court, where again the verdict was in our favour. The Government of Manipur also went to Supreme Court; but the ruling was same. Now I hope, it will be cleared to all of us.

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Tuesday, 19 August 2008

Bishnupriya Manipuri Status in Census 2001 Report

According to the Census of India 2001 Report, the Bishnupriya Manipuri people are residing all across the States (except Orissa) and Union Territories of India, the total population is 77,545. Data showed in the decade 1991-2001, the increase of the population is 30.92 per cent; however data on previous census is not available, it cites the language “Bishnupuriya in 1981 was withheld from publication due to the pending decision over nomenclature.”

We fall in the Indo-Aryan branch of the Indo-European family with the languages: Assamese, Bengali, Bhili/Bhilodi, Bishnupuriya, Dogri, Gujarati, Halabi, Hindi, Kashmiri, Khandeshi, Konkani, Lahnda, Maithili, Marathi, Nepali, Oriya, Punjabi, Sanskrit, Shina, Sindhi and Urdu, the report reads.

In the Census “PART B: Distribution of the 100 Non-Scheduled Languages-India/States/Union Territories - 2001 Census” report, the Bishnupriya Manipuri people are enterprising and are residing all over India, even in Jammu and Kashmir [9], in Madhya Pradesh the population is 1, Maharashtra [16], Karnataka [3], Kerala [2], West Bengal [41], Assam [53,812] and Tripura 21, 716.

It is to be noted that the word “Bishnupuriya”, and not “Bishnupriya”, is spread across on all the important online documents. What we have to do to correct the clerical or (...) errors?

Let us see, how the report reads in the next census – Bishnupuriya or Bishnupriya or Bishnupriya Manipuri. It has to be seen.

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Monday, 18 August 2008

Moments in my advertising career

Henry Sinha with Om Puri during the shoot of the JK Lakshmi Cement television commercial and an AV in Mumbai

Henry Sinha with Alyque Padamsee ( The advertisement GOD!!) during an event for a Out of Home brand

Mringal is what I call music

By Henry Sinha, New Delhi

Vodka! Joe Satriani. Almost all my Fridays, 2am. I release my chained weekday slave thoughts, see them fly high in harmony, chasing the next dawn. Freedom. Undoubtedly I enter the revered zone of psychedelic bliss, feeling the cries of the guitar and the ethanol in my blood making love like serpents in a trance. I term this spectacular phenomenon as music. The force that escalates you to a completely new level of consciousness and realization. That’s music to me whether you have it with vodka or sip it, neat.

Couple of weeks back, a friend handed over a CD to me.

Nua amaar tharor CDgo’ he said. My eyes studied the cover.

Six lads. Denim. Canvas shoes. Long hair. Tattoos. Right body language and the works. They had it all. Sofa so good I thought. Lets see how they sound.

Looking at the cover I teased, ‘Girokgo kita kiti dorta mo re, din kaal amnou hoba naseta, douor ela kita thaile de, bujon oilang manuu

Bahare pakana, poila ehan hun. Pisede douor ela huunis’, he shot with a smile.

A familiar fusion of doubt, curiosity, excitement and a helpless surrender of expectations lingered in my head as I plugged in the CD. Watched the CD slide and disappear into the machine along with my friend’s smile. Felt a Pause. Heard a click, followed by a brief silence and then I felt a brilliant explosion of melody in my head. No. In my mind.

Goddamn. Goddamn. Goddamn. Stumped I was like never before. Awesome!

Vocals, bass, lead, drums and music arrangement the guys have hit spot on with a lethal combination of flair and expertise. Thanks to the well trained lead vocal, the band offers a distinct sound which they can claim to be their own. Lend your ears to Amit, the guy is gifted with a haunting voice that grips you and grips you good in style. I ran my ears on all the numbers.

Loved all of them, especially Maya and Ti Nikka.

By the end of disc, a flood of emotions erupted - joy, pain, wonder, peace, numb, silence, hope. My being was injected with a sudden dose of positivity about being a Bishnupriya Manipuri deep down in my mind and heart.

Thanks Nirmal, Sudarshan, Amit, Jaan, Tapan and Hrishikesh for forming this band Mringal. Hari please take a bow for creating and producing the best Bishnupuri Manipuri music album ever made. I can claim that with a thousand bullets in my head.

Mringal is what I call music. No vodka needed. Have it neat!

From a hotel boy to high echelons of corporate: a real story

By RK Rishikesh Sinha, New Delhi

This is a true story of a Bishnupriya Manipuri boy who in Delhi in his initial days had worked as a hair-dryer salesperson, as supervisor of labourers, insurance agent and as a hotel boy; the 20 plus boy is presently is in a high-flying post in a listed company, located at Noida. His journey in the rude city is remarkable and inspiring for many, at least for me. His story encapsulates only one thing: Come to Delhi, but don't leave it unless you make a place, so hard and ruthless the city may be. Sink or swim. An amazing fact, he is only class 12 pass.

I came to know so closely about him when in my honey-moon days; I mean when I was very new to the city and had only spent one-week, visited his place and stayed with him for a month. I knew him from his childhood days, since we were neighbours and his elder brother was my friend.

Anyway. He took me one day at his home late evening so that we can dose the landlady, a Budiya, whose roaming eyes scan all the visitors and even intrude rooms to check whether outsiders are staying in her rented rooms or not. To this fact, we were successful; we didn't get caught from the Budiya's preying eyes.

I saw the room was dingy, in an insalubrious condition with no windows, so spaced-starved that three people can't even sleep. As soon as I entered the room, I scanned the single room call it with inquisitiveness or sheer gauging the living standard of the boy. In one corner of the room, there was a big flat television, a medium-size refrigerator and a cooler. The room was dusty, one-centimeter thick dust above the surfaces, things littered in one corner of the room. A typical boy-room, I would say worse than that.

After we both took dinner and hit the bed. I asked him, after long haul of personal exchanges, about his parents and members of family, "How long you have been staying in this room and what sort of jobs you did before you joined the present job?" At that time he was working, though in a junior post, in a reputed company at Cannaught Place. My ears were eager to listen since I wanted to know what sort of jobs he can do without a degree and specialisation, MBA...MCA...and all M...degrees.

He said, "I started my career selling hair-dryer in Janpath and Cannught Place, I was a good salesperson. Everyday I used to sell 5-6 pieces. After working there for 7 months, I realised this is not my future. As I was new to the city and had to live my body and soul intact, without any financial support from home, (with smile across his face) I did the job, remarkably."

From a salesperson to labour supervisor, the transformation happened in his life when one day in the course of insisting a person to buy the product, the person, whom all his workers called him "Babuji", offered him to work in his firm, a collection of 5 peoples. Impressed by his sales pitch, the person interrupted and asked him, "How much you earn per month?", He quipped, "Rs 3000". He said, "Come with me, I will offer you Rs 5000." Thus from the salesperson to Labour in charge, with a decent salary hike, he started working for the person.

Though he was a Labour Incharge and had to inspect their work in the construction sites, his job was no better than the labourers. "It was all-day work, no Sunday, no Monday; I had to sleep with labourers at night literally below the heaven and above the earth crust. At night I have to face police, who used to come to interrupt work in the site for petty reasons, in the meantime taking care of the work that should go on and be completed on time. Starting from ITO, I have slept in every known roads in Delhi" he said in a heavy tone, smile criss-crossing his face again.

He narrated the state of mind of labourers, their pains and anguish. He revealed, "labourers hate owners, if possible they will murder them, but they will listen to the contractors, they will dutifully abide to his instructions." He shared, how one of his labourers used to keep money with him, distrusting his fellows; but believing him.

Very interesting, was the instant thought that came to me. I was patiently hearing his story, with pin-drop silence and jaw-dropping attention.

I asked him, "What led him to exit from the job?" He said, "In the firm, it was a ritual for every worker to touch his (owner's) feet taking his blessing, and that I never did". He continued, "One night, it was diwali, and I along with the labourers were working at a site near North Campus, and the owner came along with his wife and children in his car. Everybody touched his feet, but I didn't. Seeing my attitude, he got so angry, not getting the owner's respect from me in front of his wife, he verbally abused me with all Hindi swears. There itself, I decided and told him 'I am not working', though I was penniless".

I smiled, and said, "Importance of Being a Bishnupriya Manipuri". He went further with his story. Later after leaving the job, he stayed with one of his labourers, who fed him till he got his next job as Insurance Agent in Cannaught Place.

"The job as an Insurance Agent was horrible, I was labeled as a failure, I was not able to sell single insurance. It was not my fault...actually customers that were referred to me were those people who lived hand to mouth. They were beggars, seasonal labourers and what not..." I was enjoying his story but at the bottom telling myself "This is one more aspect of life." Continuing the story, he chuckled and said "In the company, my name was taken as a shame, since the owner's name was same of mine." We both laughed full-heartedly. The story didn't end there.

At last, he was told to leave the company. At that time, in his pocket, he had only 700 rupees. He started working in a hotel in Old Delhi. He remained there for few days. Like a true Bishnupirya Manipuri, one day, early in the morning the owner of the hotel came and tried to wake him up from his deep sleep, he didn't wake up, so he was told to leave the work, after clearing his dues of Rs 300.

Till this, I was OK with myself. Something that happened later in his life was nerve-wrecking and very touchy. Rs. 1020 on hand, no job, plus with daily food costs, he became an entrepreneur. He bought utensils like cooker etc., of worth Rs. 500, and prepared fake receipt book and started selling in the Mathura Road area.

My ears listening to his story, I felt as if the air around us was getting heavy, and heavier. He said, "I was not able to sell single piece of cooker. Each cooker costs me Rs. 75 but I used to sell it for Rs 250 or more than that, depending upon the customer. I tried hard for two days continuously to sell it, but ultimately no sale took place. The third day was closed due to puja. And I was running out of money, I remained closed in my room and introspected minutely to know - why no sale is taking place. I found the truth that the problem lies within me. I was literally begging to the customers to buy my product. The next day, with cosmetic smile, hiding my inner pathetic condition, I approached a person. Luckily, without much effort, he struck the deal and bought two cookers for Rs. 700 from me. Very smartly, I gave him the fake receipt that I prepared before I decided to go out with bag full of cookers. All these - fake receipts, sales pitch, retail shop where utensils are sold in volume, I come to know from my first job."

The astounding happiness breaking the ice came for a brief period in his life. That day after selling two cookers he decided not to work more. However, while coming back to his place, the hard earned money got pick-pocketed. He was again penniless with only Rs 5 in his pocket. What to do and what not to do? running in his mind. He made a plan: to go to the person's home again, whom he has sold cookers, with class 10 and Class 12 certificates and telling him to keep the mark sheets and in return giving him the money since the malik (fake owner) will cut this from his salary - a smart and intelligent move.

Impressed by looking at his mark sheets that he had passed from a good school, the person immediately gave him Rs. 700. With this money he again bought cookers and started selling it, God was beside him, he immediately sold all the cookers that day and made profit margin of Rs. 2000 neat. That is called business or entrepreneurship skill.

Very much relaxed by the happy ending of the climax, I asked him, "Haven't you ever thought of leaving Delhi all through troughs of life?" He emphatically answered, "yes, it came many times in my mind but the very thought of going to home and telling my parents that I have failed, didn't allow me to set for home."

Very much relaxed, I volleyed my next question, "How he got the present job?" He said, "Advertisement appeared in the Hindustan Times for the present job, I didn't see that the company requires MBA; however from many candidates they took me. They saw in me something that even I don't know, only one thing I know that they told me to take the official scooter and bring a document from another office...I hope they wanted to taste whether I am capable to drive in Delhi roads or not...If it is so I brought the document on time."

He told me the television, refrigerator and the cooler and other things that are visible in the room he bought with the Rs 65, 000 commissions that he earned from the present company. He went on to tell his one more story in the company where he is working - how he learned computer, made credit cards, opened bank accounts, etc., But here I am not going to write it down, since the story itself has taken thousands of words and readers may not like it, his other part of the story.

Now the boy, who has spent nights after nights in the Delhi roads sleeping, and have seen extreme penury so closely, trot India in flights, with a laptop around his waist and Nokia Navigator in hand. I feel happy that the boy no more stays in the same dingy room where I first met him and heard his true story.

It is not that I am writing the story believing on his words. During my stay in his room for one month, neighbours confided that the boy came in the room with absolutely nothing on hand, but he made many things in front of them. Moreover, I met his friends who were part of the journey-from salesperson, to labour supervisor, to insurance agent, to hotel boy. And now in the present job, he says that the company listens to him. All through his stint in many jobs I find he has been working as a true Bishnupriya Manipuri - No compromise on self respect and self esteem. I wonder his story would have been different if he would have taken the first train to his native place despite the fact that he comes from a well-to-do family.

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Sunday, 17 August 2008

New faces at the Delhi-NCR Bishnupriya Manipuri Nagarik Samity

After intense deliberations and discussions among the representatives attending the meeting, held at Manglapuri, New Delhi on August 16, 2008, the Delhi-NCR Bishnupriya Manipuri Nagarik Samity was formed. The new Samity will now be headed by Dr. Nirmalya Sinha at the post of President, Mr. Shashikant Sinha as General Secretary, Mr. C.M Sinha as Vice President, Mr. Jishnu Sinha as Secretary, Mr. Nirmalendu Mukherjee as Joint Secretary, and in the post of Tresurer, Mr. Rajkumar Harilal Sinha.

The highly charged meeting saw 50-odd representatives from all across Delhi and NCR lobbying for the selection of their favourite candidates, and with occasional debate, at last finalising the names.

The meeting started with Dr. Nirmalya Sinha welcoming the gathering, followed by a request to all representatives to file their favourite candidates after the adjournment of the meeting for few minutes.

When the representatives met again, Mr. BN Sinha along with Mr. BK Sinha, echoed the aspirations of the Bishnupriya Manipuri people residing in Delhi and NCR. BN Sinha said whoever is selected to the important post of the Samity must meet the hopes and aspirations of the Bishnupriya Manipuri people residing in the capital of India. He must be knowledgeable, capable enough to become the face of the community at the citadel of power, the New Delhi; it is matter of prestige for the whole Bishnupriya Manipuri community, he said. All participants attending the meeting nodded in the support of him.

However, BN Sinha's speech was interrupted when one member raised objection on the use of the English language in the meeting. With this, decision was taken to carry out the meeting in Bengali or Hindi or in Bishnupriya Manipuri languages.

For the marathon race for the prestigious post of President, from the two names came up, Dr. Nirmalya Sinha and Mr. CM Sinha, majority of people supported Dr. Nirmalya Sinha to hold the post of Presidentship.

For the post of Vice President, from the three names: Mr Shashikant Sinha, Mr. Rajkumar Harilal Sinha and Mr. CM Sinha. Mr CM Sinha was given the post.

While for the post of General Secretay, participants unanimously supported Mr. Shashikant Sinha. The decision got marred when Mr. Nirmalendu Mukherjee suggested Mr. CM Sinha to be given the post of General Secretary.

In the post of Tresurer, Mr. Rajkumar Harilal Sinha's names appearing in the two lists, gave him clean chit to hold the post, against Mr. Janmajay Sinha who got nomination only in one list.

The new Samity has decided to meet again on next Sunday at CR Park.

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Saturday, 16 August 2008

Kalkalight Railway Station May Be Renamed Sudeshna Railway Station

If it goes right, the Kalkalighat Railway Station, at Patharkandi, Assam may be renamed to Sudeshna Railway Station, a memorandum after being cleared from the Indian Railway Board has been put forward to the Ministry of Railways for consideration to change the name.

On 16th of June 2008, the Sammilita Sanskritik Mancha, Silchar organized a program at Silchar Railway station, to welcome Sri Basudev Acharya, Hon'ble Chairman, Indian Railway Board Standing Committee, and submitted a memorandum to change the name of the Silchar Railway Station to Bhasha Swahid Station, Silchar.

In the same program, the Nikhil Bishnupriya Manipuri Mahila Organization (NBMMO), Silchar also submitted a memorandum to Sri Acharya, with the demand of the change of name of Kalkalighat Railway Station to Sudeshna Railway Station and for the allotment of a piece of land at the station premise for erection of an alter in the memory of martyr "Sudeshna" in the honour of supreme sacrifice made by her for the cause of our mother tongue, the Bishnupriya Manipuri.

Sri Acharya received the memorandum with utmost honour and assured to forward the same to Railway Minister Sri Lalu Prasad Yadav and do the needful. Later, in his reply to the NBMMO, it mentioned that the same has been forwarded to the Hon'ble Railway Minister for its consideration.

It is interesting to see, how things turns up in the Ministry of Railways. But, it is an initiative that has crossed one hurdle and expected to see lot more.

Choose your leader...

By RK Rishikesh Sinha, New Delhi

It's not a new juggernaut. That people exercising their support to a particular candidate in any election, whether it is for the State Assembly election or Lok Sabha election or in any other type of xyz elections. People do cast their support to any particular party or candidate. However, the same selection and rejection process do take place in the election/ selection of the members in the highest governing body, read it custodian of our community, whose activeness or passiveness is directly proportional to the well-being of our people. The whole process is something that seems- old wine served in new bottle. There is nothing new, we face the same question: who should be our leader, someone who is abrest with the education and professional experience or someone who is outspoken and possesses all the manipulative qualities of a professional politicians?

The question is very tough to answer. As there is no qualification for becoming a leader, there is no parameter based on which one can come to a decision, nontheless history is replete with towering great leaders who had come from both the world. Now, the quintessential question is that of developing a logic based on which all our participation in the electioneering process is executed. By doing so, we will not only be creating a resurgent, invigorated community but a community that is responsible and look forward to its over-all development. For this to happen, choosing the right candidate plays a pivotal role, especially at this time when the world is not the same what it was few decades ago. It is more complex today.

Many of us are pathetic confused souls. We go by our personal whims and fancies, likes and dislikes, and prejudices. In order to clear the smoke hanging in front of our eyes on the selection of candidates, just ask yourself few ruthless questions:

1) If given a chance, could he or she be able to replace the boss in your organisation?

2) What specialisation does he or she has?

3) Does he or she has a command over society, even on policy, business, finance, polity and on national and international developments; in simple terms does he or she has a personal opinion?

4) Could he or she be taken as an example? Or a common Dick and Harry?

5) Is he or she a face in the crowd?

If the answers from all these above questions is "Yes”, than you have chosen the right candidate.

Readers are encouraged to comment on the logic on the basis of which we should elect our representatives; after all it is a matter of a community, the Bishnupriya Manipuri community. Like a CEO of the giant corporate, he or she will be representing the whole community, it's not a joke!

Bishnupriya Manipuri and Basmati

By RK Rishikesh Sinha, New Delhi

You have read right, it is Bishnupriya Manipuri and Basmati. There is something common between the two, first is a community and the later an internationally renowned variety of rice. Coincidentally, both the words begin with the alphabet "B". However, it is of their struggle for recognition, preservation of identity, that brings both of them in one platter - Bishnupriya Manipuri and Basmati. There is a crisis hovering around the two: who owns Basmati, similarly who are entitled to own "Manipuri"?

Basmati has been in news on the issue of ownership. Both India and Pakistan and other private bodies have been claiming the world-famous aromatic nice Basmati. According to the recent reports appearing in financial papers in India, after years of intense perley, India and Pakistan have finally decided registering Basmati under Geographical Indications, or simply GI. What about the other, the Bishnupriya Manipuri. It is sorry to say that there is no talking shop to discuss the identity crisis being faced by the community. There is no GI for Bishnupriya Manipuri.

Now, what is a GI registration? According to The Financial Express, GI registration is given to products with a reputation that can be attributed to its place of origin or the area where it is manufactured, like Assam tea, Darjeeling tea, Kancheepuram silk, muga silk from Assam, Mysore Agarbattis, and Champaigne. Not to mention, there are many parties, like India and Pakistan in the Basmati case, to claim on the rich culture of being called a "Manipuri".

Unfortunately, the other party like Pakistan has almost hijacked and has become the sole proprietor of being called "Manipuri". Now, what we poor souls can do in our arsenal to defend our identity? What legal recourse we can undertake so that we play the part of a level-player? Nothing, we don't have to do anything that will be detrimental to us. We have to do one thing, like Google and Xerox, we must be intelligent and must equip ourselves with intricate legal cobwebs so that when time arises at least we can fill in our "registration form" correctly, accurately, without any mistakes. Google Inc. and Xerox have objections on the common usage of their company's name!

In simple terms, the Bishnupriya Manipuri brand has to be protected and must be placed intelligently, and for this to happen, we must be abreast with the latest tools so that other people do not encroach in our territory. After all, nobody would love to see a chequered identity.

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Friday, 15 August 2008

Is India Independent?

With a clear sense of uncertainty in the air, maybe, we Indians need another struggle of freedom in order to get rid of all the caste and religion based politics....

By BN Sinha, New Delhi

Today on the 15th of August 2008, India is celebrating its 61st Independence Day and as usual all the Government authorities have organized various functions to celebrate, so also the school children will be accumulated in their respective schools to register their presence for the Independence Day celebration. But all will take place in an official way. So far the common Indian is concerned, especially the urban Indian, it is just another holiday to relax. This time it is a bonus as it falls on the weekend and two more holidays follow the Independence Day. So Indians are on a real jubilant mood and euphoria.

It can be noticed that after sixty years of Independence, the socio political scenario in India has significantly plummeted. There is a clear sign of lack of harmony as more of differences have been noticed among the inhabitants of various demography, irrespective of caste and creed. The political system has deteriorated over the years as we experience more of caste based politics and religious fanaticism and our so called political organizations are leaving no stone unturned to add fuel to the fiasco. They are more concerned about the power game as at times their act registers more of inhumanity as people dies on road blockage, being deprived of timely medical attention, due to strike etc. Crores of tax payer's money been burned up as protesters destroy the national assets as a mode of protest.

Twenty first century India is in complete chaos. A recent comment by a judge of a higher court says, " Even God can not save India from these politicians".

Notwithstanding, still a sense of nationalism exists in every Indian when it comes to the issues of national interest or when we negotiate internationally. We are multi lingual, yet we unitedly digest the melodramatic daily soaps that come in the idiot box in our national language Hindi, and we all shout together whenever there is a six registered by our millionaire cricket stars in a T20 cricket match, so also we register our protest together when the inflation hits over our head.

With a clear sense of uncertainty in the air, maybe, we Indians need another struggle of freedom in order to get rid of all the caste and religion based politics. To get rid of the anti national agitations, to get rid of the politicians who are not even aware of the author of our beloved National Anthem.

More steps are required to cultivate and ignite patriotism other than hiking the salary on the eve of Independence Day, foreseeing the general election. Independence Day is just not the day we pay homage to our national heroes or to murmur two lines of the National Anthem. It has to be more than that. We need to introspect , more of measures are indispensable to take the nation forward to make a united India .

Critics may say India need more of T20 international cricket matches to get all the Indians united, irrespective of caste and dogmas.

Happy Independence Day to all.


Thursday, 14 August 2008

Sweet Home

In the passage of time if there is something that changes along with you, is your house. The sweet house where you spent your childhood days, it is quite sure, is different than the house you see now. Either the old house doesn’t exist; if it exists, it has been refurbished to the modern look and necessity.

By Ranita Sinha, Kolkata

Till one or two decades ago most of the Bishnupriya Manipuri houses had joint families. The houses used to be quite big with numbers of family members. Most of the houses had a big hall room in the middle of the house called 'dangor ghar' or 'bughgor kutha' and few bedrooms attached to the hall room which are separated by bamboo wall, whose doors had no system to close and were accessible to all 24x7. The only privacy maintained in the bedrooms were by hanging a curtain at the door tied with the help of a thin iron string or a cloth string. The kitchen was built at the rear end of the house. Almost all the houses had a vast varandah in the front which is either L shaped or had rooms on either side of it called the 'mankalor kutha' making the front of the house look like the alphabet “H”.

However, now the Bishnupriya Manipuri houses are no more having joint families. As days are passing the trend of nuclear family is gaining momentum. The joint families split due to many reasons - may be because of ones area of source of income, sometimes to provide better education to the children, sometimes may be because of too many members in a joint family etc., that an individual has to make arrangements for his own family. Whatever may be the reason, but nowadays, nuclear families are in the limelight.

Sooner or later most of the Bishnupriya Manipuris manage to build a house during their lifetime. Some are fortunate enough to manage to build a house during early days of their service tenure but mostly it is seen that they build it with the money they get after retirement as PF. It is not that a Bishnupriya Manipuri earns less than other community people and for that he is not able to build a house. But the main reason is that most of the Bishnupriya Manipuris are overburdened with liabilities which they have to prioritize, and by the time the liabilities are over they find that their service tenure also got over. So, money gained after retirement comes as the only source with which they manage to build a small and cozy house they dream to build for their children. They spent their entire saving of life to build the house.

Exceptions are few, unique feature that are found in the structure of most of the Bishnupriya Manipuri houses are the age old “L” pattern or “H” pattern. When first built the houses have nice outlook. But as years pass by and the children grow to the age of their marriage the pattern of the houses also change. Since the houses built are not enough to accommodate a new bride by providing a whole room exclusive to her, again a necessity, a new room is built attached to the main house. If the family had one son, the extension ends there. But it is again a rare case to have only one child and as such the extension of room keeps on taking place and once it is over the outlook of the house changes totally. Now, how the architecture of your house has changed from the first mark of memory – something refreshing, old memories tumbling out. Do share.

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Tuesday, 12 August 2008

Every man is a confused living being

Yes. Every man is a confused soul; he is grappled by one confusion after another. And it goes on till he is in death bed. The true meaning of Life still remains a mirage, confused, away from truth. But what is truth…

By Tridiv Sinha, New Delhi

When a child gets his senses, he takes a first step towards fulfilling his destiny – ‘Filling his parent’s life with worries’. He starts complaining about the untidy clothes he’s made to wear, which are spoiled by him. He excretes into his clothes and starts crying, complaining about the dress or clothes. He is not satisfied with the healthy and hygienic food provided to him and goes on to chew or taste anything that is prohibited for his own good. He plays with soil and prefers to stay on it.

A bit older and he starts to question about everything – what, why, how. Parents do like their kid being curious, but this also creates a great problem whether to tell the truth in everything or no. The parents create some imaginary monsters and heroes in the kids mind to frighten him and to control his unwanted activities. This solves the problem for the time being but creates a greater pit from which the child might never come out. One can not explain the exact reasons behind everything to a child, but creating imaginary stories confuses the child in his growing years. Sometimes, he finds everything which is told to be false and his beliefs shattered by the reality of life.

A friend is an important part of one’s life. I haven’t used the term good friends, because a friend is always good for you whereas the others are not worth your friendship. Teenagers sometimes make the mistake of choosing friends and pay the price dearly. Once again, he can not decide what is right and what is wrong. The person who is blessed with friends, no matter how few, is one lucky guy and a rich person.

One of the critical periods in a man’s life is the adolescence. His career and his values and perceptions build up at this point. He starts losing his faith in honesty and goodness due to practical exposure to the world.

The kid goes to school and is tortured by bullies or acts as a bully. The suffered weak kid who is called nerd or geek by others can not figure out why or how he deserved such a treatment from the bullies. A strong feeling of vengeance builds up inside him which leads to the development of the negative characters of that person. As far as the bully is concerned, he might enjoy the moments but later realizes the injustice to the weak kids he tortured. He might regret his actions at later stages of time when his own kid suffers bullies in school.

When you ask a kid about his future ambitions, he might come up with the answer like Doctor or Engineer. This is a prejudice created in their minds by parents. No child wants to become a teacher or a journalist, because they are not highly appreciated by their parents due to lack of huge money. The child grows on believing that he will be a doctor or engineer someday, his dreams are shattered when he realizes that it takes a lot to become one. The bottom-line is that parents are responsible by imposing their dreams on their kids.

When a student completes his 10th exams, he is admitted into the stream he fits in rather than the one he likes to pursue. In case of a poor student he has no option as to which stream to follow, but a brighter student have many. By brighter student in normal terms, we mean the one with higher percentage. Even if the student scores higher marks in humanities group than in science stream, his parents would prefer him to choose science as it is more illustrious one. This happens in majority of cases, if not in all the cases. The student keeps wondering why his parents choose the subjects which he didn’t liked much.

This period also brings another golden time with it – Romance. Some follow the beautiful ones, some the intellectual ones and others follow their closest friends of opposite sex. Romance at such an early period is induced by the influence of media of all types. Majority of these relationships fail and the girls or boys keep wondering what went wrong with them.

Even after people get matured, they have confusions in choosing their partners. The confusion being whether to choose the one you like most or the one who cares you the most. There’s a quote I heard recently which refers to this dilemma – “Don’t marry a person you can live with, marry a person you can’t live without”. One can use the same in the above confusion – don’t marry the person you like, marry one who likes you. Here is confusion. If you marry the one who cares about you but you do not reciprocate the same feelings, will you be happy? The opposite may be applicable to the other situation.

At middle stages of life, a person gathers wealth and fortune for his children. He may use some unfair means to gain wealth which he thinks is for the best of his family, his future generations to come. There is shortsightedness in his vision of securing a good future. He might have given a good boost for his next generation, but the later generations will have to suffer for his deeds. His actions as a corrupt person may affect a few people, which in turn become potential corrupt persons. The chain might go exponentially, which is what happening these days. Due to a few corrupt persons long way back, today’s world is filled with corrupt people where no one can trust each other. We are making it worse by adding little drops of corruption to it. One day we will suffer a flood from where no one can escape. So, are we doing any good by securing good fortunes for our children by sacrificing honesty? Later generations may curse us for our ignorance. We are creating a hell on earth for them. This does not only include corruption, pollution of environment also counts. Think again.

One thing that bothers a person is that he might not consider himself ready to face a situation or responsibility. The reality is that a man is not ready to do something until he does the job. It’s only after he faces the situation, he realizes that he was ready.

An old person is left on his own, abandoned by his kid(s). The man sacrificed countless nights so that his kid may have a sound sleep. He sacrificed his own interests for taking care of his child. What he gets in the end? Abandoned by his kids, the old man might wonder – is it wrong to raise your own child sacrificing your own happiness? Our parents say that the smile on the face of your child makes you forget everything else and that is your happiness. But that does not worth much to an old lonely person. His children are well establishes and does not care to think about you. You feel like cursing them to suffer like you did, but you can’t. It’s not a mother-son or father-son love, but the selfish genes at play. Deep inside one still thinks, was your life worth living?

Monday, 11 August 2008

Metallica's "One"


By Tridiv Sinha, New Delhi

I can’t remember anything
Can’t tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me.

Now that the war is through with me
I’m waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, wake me.

These are the excerpts from the song – ‘One’ by the Heavy Metal band Metallica. The song was inspired from Dalton Trumbo's novel ‘Johny Got His Gun’. The novel tells the story of a young American soldier who was severely wounded by a German Artillary Shell in the First World War. His arms, legs, eyes, nose and ears were gone and he could not see, speak, nor hear — but his mind functions perfectly, leaving him a prisoner in his own body. Medically, such a condition is known as locked-in syndrome.

The song reproduces the feelings of the soldier lying on the no man’s land of death and life. After losing almost all the sensory organs except the skin, the soldier is left on the bed with nothing to confront him. He is unable to express his wishes, his problems and worst of all is that he can’t even move his hands to perform his daily activities which are integral to surviving.

The soldier wishes to scream thinking that it will help him get some relief by pouring out his pain which is building up inside. But that is too much to ask for. Since the war is over for him and he tried his best to make sure that he did his part for the country, he wants to get back to the life he once had. But all is lost for him where there is nothing left except physical and mental pain.

All what a person can wish for in this kind of situation is Death, which will be more peaceful and cheaper than the price he is paying to survive. The situation is that he can’t feel whether he is sleeping or he is awake.

He is scared to look forward to the future and see the horrors which will unfold throughout his life. He wants to cut off his life supporting machines which remind him of the war field. He is trapped inside his own body as he cannot communicate with the external world, so his world becomes just ‘One’.

All he can feel is the darkness and no ray of hope. He drifts between reality and fantasy, tries to figure out the realities and myths of war. Physically, he can’t see the literal darkness. Mentally, there is no hope for a peaceful future, there is darkness there too. Now his life is just one hell on earth and no one wants to live in hell. He prays to god for Death.

War can bring only grief and death and no glory with it. We kill our own kind just to get a little more of the lifeless lands and make lives lifeless. Nothing can relieve the soldiers of their pain suffered during war.


The song opens with the sound of machine guns followed by a sad guitar solo by James Hetfield. The intro guitar conveys the sadness, which is produced in the soldier’s mind. Hetfield starts the songs with a slow and quiet voice with a little aggression. When he complains about his present situation and prays to god for death, he becomes more aggressive.

Kirk Hammet’s soft guitar solo follows. The song takes a violent turn to show the agitated mind of the soldier. The song transforms from a sad melody to an aggressive one. The situation of the soldier is the same. The first feelings in his mind were that of sadness. Later, he starts to complain about everything as he finds no comfort in any earthly things, which makes him more violent where he prays to god to greet him with death.


The music video of the song was taken from the movie ‘Johny Got His Gun’ which was also inspired from the novel. The video shows the condition of the soldier in the hospital where he is covered by a roll cage and a white cloth over it. His face is also covered with a cloth.

In the video, there was a scene of the soldier’s childhood when he asked about democracy to his father. The father replies by saying that it has something to do with young people killing each other. This was the darkest truth behind America’s participation in First World War.
Soldiers sacrificed their lives without knowing exactly what they were dying for.

The soldier tries to convey his wish to die to his doctors by using the banging of his head as his Morse code. In the end, he is left in his bed alone and the door is closed.

Friday, 8 August 2008

Error in 64 Squares

This was my first loss in Nationals and I could not digest it for the very fact that I knew the best move for that position but my hands touched the incorrect pieces on the board. Read...

By Sanju Sinha

The day was really bright and sunny and the sun was blazing all over Chennai, I was getting restless, for Bangalore weather has spoilt me for past 4 ½ years with its cool and pleasant weather. The venue for the 10th National City Championship event was Nehru stadium in T.Nagar, this was my first visit to Chennai and hardly hours in the city I wanted to go back! The Bangalore Chess team was all happy, gay and cheer full it consisted of four players who got top four positions in Bangalore District championship. The three others were Vinay, Karthik and James while Vinay was a Manager in my previous company (ORACLE) other two were small kids, Karthik is a bright and matured 10 year old boy while James is an 8 year old naughty boy, he is little shy at first sight but once he becomes friendly he is a menace, the same is true for him in the Chess Board for he is not an ordinary boy of his age, he can rip apart through the defence of his opponents forte with ease who are way senior and experienced than him, the only thing this boy lacked was consistency and concentration on the board, I have seen both these boy mercilessly attacking their opponents and forced them to resign. Vinay and I adored them very much.

The first day of the National city championship began on a happy note with all four winning our respective games and hence gaining four points out of possible four, In chess you get a point for a win, ½ for a draw and Zero for a loss, We all four used to prepare our games in the night and I used to help them out with new variation and attacking methods. Second round again was good for all four as we all won our respective games and returned back on a happy note, third round was bit hazy as James lost his calm and this cost him a point, on the other board our matured boy drew his game, me and Vinay managed to win our games, in the fourth round Karthik made a small mistake and lost his game so on the fourth day we only managed three points, As for those who does not know the competitive world of Chess for them I want to add this little bit of information that, as the game progresses and you tend to win each and every game the opponent seems to be better than the previous one, this is just because of the very simple fact that your opponent is also on the same page as you are, and he is beating his opponents on the other side of the tournament hall. I was paired against a very good player of Chennai named Shrikanth in my fifth round and we both had five points out of five rounds, this gentleman was known for his attacking skill, the game went on for 35 moves very calmly, suddenly ideas started pouring in my mind to complicate the issue and I wanted to win the game by force, in the thick of the things; I made a move that was not intended to be, though that move was there in my mind for quite sometimes, the entire chemistry of the game was changed by that Night move of mine. I found myself in a disastrous situation and slowly by position deteriorated, my opponent started to squeeze me like a python and finally I resigned on 46th move.

This was my first loss in Nationals and I could not digest it for the very fact that I knew the best move for that position but my hands touched the incorrect pieces on the board, in Chess if the mind and the body does not correlate this is a dangerous situation, that is what exactly happened to me in a spurt of moment. How many times in life we take decisions thinking that it is the best for that moment and it turns out to be otherwise, from my Guwahati day’s as a young boy, I have never come to terms with defeat easily in any form, and its been almost 12 years of my competitive chess ?! Coming to this national event and losing was a disgusting thought, but just as I was ever, I prepared for a fight back in my sixth round to crush my opponent, so here in my sixth round I was paired with one of the finest player of Andhra Pradesh his name was Abdul Gani. The game started with a violent note, I started throwing pieces on my opponents king from the very first move, I was on my very best on that day, in a very short span of time I was able to blast open my opponents defence and forced him to resign on 26th move, this was an amazing victory for me in nationals as I sacrificed my pieces with accuracy and swiftly one after the other, if on that moment if I would have missed any chances the result would have been different. Attacking requires perfect timing as well as nerve. Knowing the right time to attack is as much an art as science, and even for the very best it’s often guesswork. The window of opportunity is usually very small, as with most dynamic factors, no neon signs appear to say that there is a big opportunity right round the corner. I won the seventh and eight rounds and managed to bag only 7th position in Nationals. News papers and reporters gathered around the top ten contenders of prize clicking pictures for the sport section and taking interviews.

The prizes were distributed my Honourable chief minister Mr. M.Karunadhi as for Vinay Karthik and James they stood 25th, 20th and 22nd

Though I could not break into top three in Nationals, I was given a warm welcome in my office for my achievement in Nationals by our company VP and my immediate manager, this was sweet as I was tired after a long fought battle in Chennai considering the hot weather and the irritating rickshaw.

As for those of you who want to know about my colleagues in national games, James has toped in Karnataka under 10 Chess championship 2008, he is a child prodigy, Karthik recently won the under fourteen Mangalore Chess Championship and is doing good with his academics, Vinay has joined a software company named VMware as a Global manager for Asia.

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Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Taming the Lion

By Sanju Sinha

It was summer of 1998; I was on a vacation to my mama’s place (Patharkandi)
As college was over and I had just completed my B.Com 2nd year exam, I wanted to visit my cousins and wanted to have some fun with my old village folks and friends.

One fine morning a gentleman came and asked my mama to participate in BARAK VALLEY Open Chess Championship as my mama ( Ram Das Sinha ) was considered to be a chess enthusiast and a good player in Patharkandi, Mama persuaded me to join the championship which was going to be held in Karimganj the very next week. I readily agreed as I had plenty of time; and I have never faced an opponent from Cachar though I have been a state player for last three years in Guwahati.

Ram mama arranged a car for all four of us for four days of tournament; that included Shyam mama and Gauranga who is a childhood friend and a budding chess player. The date was 1st June (Monday) and the venue was a Bengali Primary School in Karimganj, we reached there at 10 a.m; almost 150 chess enthusiasts had participated in the event almost all senior and experienced players from Silchar and Karimganj has joined the event as it is one of the prestigious event which is being held every year religiously. One striking fact of this event was, most of the players were Meitei and were dreaded opponents, everybody was scared of them as almost all of them were really good and sharp, and were well prepared with their Tournament repertoire. We were just four Bishnupriya souls unknown to the crowd.

The tournament began immediately after the speech delivered by the commissioner of police, my opponent was Mr. T Chaoba Singha from Silchar I was playing on the top board its not because I was a champion to the event previous year but my opponent was holding the crown of this event for last five years, and he was one of the best player in Barak Valley.

The game began with a hand shake and exchange of smile, I had the White pieces and had a small advantage for my first move, as the game progressed I felt that I was not under any pressure and it was going pretty smoothly, Mr Chaoba was a man with a lean and thin frame calm and composed and a receding hair line, he had this small eyes praying to paunch on me to punish me for any mistake on the board, he was very simple and had lot of admirers across the room who often come to our board to see how the game was progressing, I was bit uneasy about people glaring at me, may be as I was the youngest in the event and was a new face, As I had played with top players from Guwahati and was runner up for the Guwahati district championship the same year in March I did not fear anyone across the room nor Mr Chaoba’s calm and composed demeanour made me feel that he could beat me. I was excited and was calculating my moves very fast and was running across the room watching other games, on my 23rd move I made a blunder and lost a BISHOP( Oonth , that’s what they call in Hindi ) for two pawns ( Sainik ) which was a huge advantage for my witty opponent, suddenly I felt the heat in my seat and my eyes could not believe what I have done, my ears were red and I was tensed, my mama’s and my friend saw my situation and gave me a wry look as if nothing can be done at this very moment, suddenly they started believing in the abilities of my opponent, the entire Hall was praising the man who has held this championship crown for last five years, I felt numbness in my hand.
I took a small break from the board went out and looked at the coconut trees across the road tried to compose myself, took a deep breath and came back to the board.

I started playing as though nothing has happened, the game progressed slowly and steadily but I never gave up on my chances and slowly and steadily I built my fort, slowly progressed with the king up the board with three pawns to be promote at least one of them as a queen. One would never know what happens to a player when one looses a piece and he had to face his opponent who is witty and smart and has been top of his performance for so many years, the game progressed and finally one of my Pawns ( Sainiks ) reached the eighth rank to be promoted as queen, suddenly there were buzz round the tournament hall, all of a sudden my table was surrounded by players discussing possibilities of my win, some discussing about how I reached this position and some looking at me disdainfully. The game ended with my fierce and opponent shaking my hand and praising my ability to raise my game to the next level. It was a well deserved win for me against a formidable opponent, after that I never looked back and won all the games in a row and I was declared Champion ahead of the last round, my score was 7/7 ( Seven out of seven ). The Champions trophy was given to me by Hon’ble Minister Satosh Mohan Dev of Silchar which included cash Prize of 10,000 Rupees.

Lot of records were rewritten on this victory of mine, First time in the history of Barak Valley Championship a Bishnupriya boy has emerged as a champion, and also I was the youngest champion in the long list of champions of the tournament, with no losses and draws but straight wins.

Mr.Chaoba met me after the tournament and he was delighted to know that I was a runner up in Guwahati district champion the same year and had come 13 in all Assam chess championship in the year 1997.

To be concluded with another encounter of mine with Assam State champion 1997 and my foray to Nationals 2007.

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