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Bishnupriya Manipuri village: My village Mohanpur

New Delhi:We all love our village. Not to mention why we all long for the soil and the air of our village. Our forefathers leaved there and were cremated there. We have got layers of relatives, relative’s relatives, relative’s relative’s ka relatives – the chain is long, and very long. Phew!!?

We have got neighbours who know us, they know our parental lineage. They carry the graph of genetic make-up. The cobweb of linked and interlinked relatives is very clear to them. So is the case with other neighbours – extend it to the whole village, and you will find the whole village knows you. This is the only place where you don’t have to give introduction (don’t worry if someone fails to recognize you, your friend will give the whole introduction).

Another aspect of our village is that the shopkeeper knows you by name. Don’t worry if you don’t carry hard cash and there is no hole-in-wall ATM, he will be considerate towards you.

You have to just drop at the shop and will find someone offering paan. It doesn’t matter whether the person is junior or senior to you. He will heartily offer you. That’s our village, my village Mohanpur.

You wear khuttei, go to the market consisting of five or six shops and you are pried upon with hungry inquisitiveness – Aaailaaa…kungo thang…(who is he) nau chin lu (I did not recognise). Relax, soon you will be divulged, crooning …o ooo ugor putak ….(..his son).

My village is different in the daytime and in night. There is a complete changeover. Ooo …Obviously it will be – the Sun god is not visible at night and it is visible at the day time (just kidding). The main difference is that the persons you have missed out in day time will be visible at the evening time. So, this way you don’t miss anybody in our village, which is far away from the humdrum of metro (Silchar!!) activities.

Well, there is another aspect which you will see if you pay visit to my village, no lesser romantic than the fantasy land of RK Narayan’s Malgudi Days. You would not find gate in front of the houses. The houses are interlinked. You can enter one’s drawing room and come out from the other’s person backyard. This is my village.

Another aspect which you will notice if you minutely scan the whole village and that is there is greenery all around. You won’t find universal hobby gardening pursued by anyone. Greenery is all around and ubiquitous.

If you are a movie freak and enjoy watching Chak De India, you have to plan in advance, much in advance since you have to penetrate deep into the region of Silchar. If it is happened that you are in the bus heading towards Silchar, be assured that you will be asked volley of questions, not to mention who will ask. You have to tell the truth.

My village has changed. Yes my village in the Cachar district of Assam has changed. Those people who knows me very well, now I fail to recognize them. Every time it has to be feed into the memory the person’s name, and the terms my uncles and aunties maintains. Some people who were there in my last visit are no more, they have expired. It is very sad. These people are real testimony of my village. They were the people knowing my grandfather, grandmother and their life. They are going to heaven. It is very sorry that these people will not be there to guide us.

This was all about my village Mohanpur. You can visit my village and feel what I have mentioned. Not to mention you will be having your relatives there in my village. So, next time you visit, please drop at there. You can go from Silchar taking the Masimpur route (15 or 20 km) or Kalain route. It is up to you.

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  1. The article .....My Village is a literary narrative of a village which is endeared to the writer probably due to nativity.It a concrete expression of psychological relationship of rural life where is the absence of the veil of artificiality and covetousness.The vivid description with suitable vocabulary bears indeed a literary merit.To perceive the real life of India someone has to go to the village.Hence M.K.Gandhi, father of nation said- the heart of India lies in the villages.the article is therefore is very interesting to me...


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