tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127852932024-03-08T00:18:24.830+04:00Roel Hangsing's Blog“A university is just a group of buildings gathered around a library.”
― Shelby FooteHangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-36597804410694704972021-02-02T12:58:00.007+04:002023-08-05T10:51:07.085+04:00Dark Corner<p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <b>THE DARK CORNER</b></span></p><p><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">-Roel Hangsing</span></i></b></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><i><span style="font-size: medium;">“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute”. Proverb 31:8</span></i></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>When the train halted, after nightfall, at that station the coach was once again filled with all sorts of filth emanating from the sun-backed human waste on the rail track below. My coach was at the extreme end of the platform. After a minute or so I venture out on the platform to stuff myself with anything labeled as food. The irritating noise of a group of people shouting slogans was heard from the other extreme of the platform. All attentions were drawn to that direction, except a group of people, probably daily wage workers. Under the roof of an unlighted huge shade that looks like an extension of the platform, they were seated on their fouled and stained makeshift beds. They were looking at the much darker corner of the shade that shelters them and I could hear their women folk talking in a high pitched and accented Hindi about the brutality of men in ‘Vardi’ while the men, probably their husbands, repeatedly told them to shut up. This makes me more curious about what they were talking and watching with uninterrupted attention. I listen more attentively in an attempt to figure it out but most of what they said was drowned in the slogans of a group of ungrateful agitating railway workers.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Determined to make sense of what drew their attention to that dark corner, I saw two policemen, one of them forcefully dragging an unwilling figure towards the darker side of the corner from a make-shift bed separately laid far from the rest. The third policeman was shoving, beating, and at times kicking a much smaller and sloppy figure out into the open. They were forcing a small child, who appears to me like a three years old girl, away from the unwilling mother. Though it was dark, I can make out another figure, probably their officer, waiting for the other two to drag in the helpless victim of their lustful designs. Her occasional cries could be overheard faintly but nobody heard her well due to the commotion created by the noisy slogans. While they were forcing them apart, the mother and child desperately hold on to each other. The child, apparently too scared to cry out loud, for a moment manage to cling to her mother but only to be snatched apart.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">By now the group of people who were watching them started blaming their ‘Thikadar’ for putting them in such an unholy place, a railway platform but none of them appears bold enough to raise alarm or try helping the hapless mother and child. Judging by their makeshift bed, separated far from the rest, the mother and child must be an outcast or born low caste who somehow tags along with the group they originally belong for mere company or security that they found wanting when needed. The train moves again and I realize I am no different from the people nearby. I could do nothing for those who are forced to the dark corner by criminals and corrupted systems of administrations. In most cases, the society with all its inherent restraints and norms also remains a mute spectator.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><()></span></p><div><br /></div>Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-14652129264993485352019-07-31T16:05:00.001+04:002023-08-05T10:51:26.712+04:00Lost in Jaisalmer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">LOST IN JAISALMER</span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">(Inspired by real events)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">My first visit to Rajasthan was in the summer of '86. From the start, it was meant to be a memorable journey. Buses were the only means to travel from Imphal to the nearest railway station, Dimapur. For some reason, the youth and sports department failed to release our travel allowances as promised. We only got a typewritten paper stating the purpose of our visit. We waited till the last minute, but when we're sure no financial support is forthcoming, we decided to travel on our own expenses. My hometown police were kind enough to stop a Dimapur bound truck for us. Initially loaded together in the cargo bed of a truck huffing and puffing along a bumpy zig-zag hilly road was fun. When we finally got down at Dimapur, none of us could walk straight. Like drunkards, we walk to the left but end up to the right, literally. Some of us couldn't even stand up.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">For somebody who hailed from the cold and pleasant climate of northeast India, it was not easy to anticipate the heat of a desert. We don't have the luxuries of the Internet, Google, digital camera, Smartphone or air-conditioner. The knowledge I acquired about places were the romanticized versions either from cheap textbooks or secondhand narratives of soldiers on leave. Those days, booksellers in this part of the country don't deal with travel guidebooks. In all my ignorance, I pack a sweater in my luggage - a cumbersome and warm woollen garment. Since I took all the trouble to carry it that far, I tried wearing it while travelling in a state transport bus from Barmer to the heart of the Thar desert. Those days buses don't come with air conditioning. I almost dehydrated myself to death. Didn't somebody say the heat of the desert is the opposite at night?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Even though my Hindi was limited to 'ka-kha-ga' and 'a-aa-ee', the boastful youth in me often made me strayed from the group. Eventually, I lost my way in the busy street of Jaisalmer along with a friend who must be equally stubborn or stupid. We were in a situation where no Hindi means no talking. It felt like the whole Jaisalmer refused to talk to us or don't speak English. We approach a white man dressed in a black sadhu gown. Luckily, in American English, he pointed us back to where our bus was parked. We were quite pleased not because he pointed us back but for the fact that an American understood our northeast manufactured English. It took a foreigner to guide Indians in an Indian city. Ironically, the purpose of my visit was about national integration.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">On our way back, we decided to take a tour of the national capital, Delhi. We request a known college student, who is now a senior IFS officer, to take us around. From the railway station, we hired Tongas (a light horse-drawn vehicle commonly used those days) and took a grand tour of the capital city. I was proud and felt complete to have the privilege of touring the capital of my country. On the other hand, it must have been quite an unusual sight to see a bunch of chinkies grinning away with their eyes visibly asleep on Tongas. We attracted the attention of almost every passerby.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">In our onward journey to Rajasthan, we briefly halted at New Delhi to catch a Rajasthan bound train. I went to the city in a rickshaw, bought a hotshot camera (a pocket-size analogue camera) with sufficient roll films to cover the whole journey. There was no ATM or internet banking. If you don't have enough cash on you or you are pickpocketed, then you are done. I must have taken too little money or spent beyond my means, I ran short of cash on our return journey home. Though I was too ashamed to admit it, my friends came to know about it. They paid for my food, some generously and others grudgingly. I don't blame them. After all, our mission was national integration.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">On reaching home, the first thing I did was get the photos printed. Unfortunately, nothing visible came out from the hotshot camera. The camera, which was probably the reason I ran out of cash, friends had to bail me out, and I am not proud of it till these days yields me nothing. I had bought a non-functional camera at the price of a brand new one.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Somebody had spread the rumour that we were lost and never made it to Rajasthan. Our parents were worried to death. We were only a bunch of class 10 and PUC (the equivalent of class 12) passed or appeared or failed age group with no experience of travelling on our own. I am still looking for that rumour monger.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Note: If you laugh or smile at any point of reading this story, please let me know with a comment or reaction. Your response will make me consider myself an accomplished writer of short comedies. </span><span class="_5mfr" style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px 1px;"><span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url("https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t4f/1/16/1f601.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;">😁</span></span><span class="_5mfr" style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px 1px;"><span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url("https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t4f/1/16/1f601.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;">😁</span></span></div>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-91973859164275924622019-07-15T07:22:00.002+04:002019-07-15T07:22:46.796+04:00CONTRADICTIONS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If compasion is within you,</div>
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You'd spared innocent souls. </div>
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If relations come from you, </div>
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You'd built one, not destroy. </div>
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If culture is your way of life, </div>
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Your life would be cultured. </div>
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If piety is your preference, </div>
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Flaws won't be your quality. </div>
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If you know that you know, </div>
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You'd know that you don't. </div>
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Yet you place yourself high, </div>
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Above all that ever existed. </div>
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With free will on your side, </div>
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You became a contradiction, </div>
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Of your own, on your own. </div>
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Boastful of your existence, </div>
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A mere embodiment of flaws, </div>
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You ignore His perfectness, </div>
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For perfection reveals flaws. </div>
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Yet His compassion awaits you </div>
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To find your way back Home. </div>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-26059795874855533572018-12-03T11:51:00.005+04:002023-08-05T10:52:21.836+04:00Wishing You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">WISHING YOU </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before chilly night turns to dawn</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before daylight beckons to chores</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before the heart wanders far away</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before I miss you again and again</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">May I wish you well once more?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">May nights be of sweet dreams</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">May days be filled with laughter</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">May your life be of contentment</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">When the curtain comes down</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">When the crowd is out of sight</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">When laughter turns to sadness</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">When dust is mingled with dust</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">And they remember you no more</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">And on the other side, we'll meet</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">And we shall be together forever</span></span></div>
Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-11396661972342463302018-05-13T12:49:00.002+04:002023-08-05T10:51:59.450+04:00Love Note<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>A LOVE NOTE</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Sure as dawn follows night</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>My heart longs to be yours</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Make me yours, take my soul</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Let me die but in your arms</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Sure as sunshine after the storm</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>My being craves for your love</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>In comfort or agony, I 'll endure </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Let me die but don't let me go</i></span></div>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-22277895062011617692018-05-13T12:46:00.003+04:002023-08-05T10:51:42.702+04:00My Mother<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">MY MOTHER </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She's gentle and sensitive </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But she seldom gives up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Through ups and downs </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">She's always there for us</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bearing the mother's pain</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of labour and raising kids</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of health or mental stress.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Four brothers who made it </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tougher as we grow older.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The hope she pines on us </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Were tested umpteen times</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not once did she give up on us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We aren't the easiest kids</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nor the promising kind</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yet she clings on to the hope</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of her kids doing well finally.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thank God I have a mother </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A mother I could be proud of</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Who refuses to give up.</span></div>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-31919973749626666972017-03-10T17:35:00.001+04:002023-08-05T10:52:40.930+04:00Loneliness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-IN">LONELINESS</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN"><b><br /></b></span><span lang="EN-IN">Lonely and shady
is the path</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN">Trees
lining up as onlookers</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN">Save for
the occasional whips</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN">Of breeze swooshing
the leaves</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN">Silence escorts
me on and on</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN">As the moon
plays hide and seek</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I asked where
the path leads</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">All I see
is tranquillity in motion</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">If I wake
up from this reality</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">And there’s
a beyond reality</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Would it still
be this lonesome?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Though drowned
in doubts</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">A certainty
remains afloat</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">When You
hold and walk with me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">In loneliness,
in reality or beyond</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">You will
always be my comfort</span></div>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-86872324892294992812016-11-29T18:58:00.001+04:002023-08-05T10:53:00.240+04:00Prevail Peace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">PREVAIL FOR PEACE</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the woods, no soul dwelled</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Where silence is deafening</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Footfalls and broken twigs</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hastened the heart and mind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Abides peace I seek elsewhere</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Amidst gunshots and wailing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Where noises are deafening</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Dawn of peace ever doubtful</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mere survival highly expensive</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sits my home I find nowhere</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In deafening noise or silence</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Where might seems to be right</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Justice be denied or delayed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In fearful whispers or loud cries</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Truth 'll prevail for peace to reign</span></div>
Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-67757078924894803882016-06-23T16:27:00.001+04:002023-08-05T10:53:23.118+04:00All for Sale<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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ALL FOR SALE</h3>
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What good is relation</h3>
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Based on ethnic lines</h3>
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What good is religion </h3>
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That divides or hates</h3>
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What good is society</h3>
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That kills the weaker</h3>
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What good is politics</h3>
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That fools the masses</h3>
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Men's organs for sale</h3>
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Mom's womb for hire </h3>
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Boys for cheap labour </h3>
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Girls given to brothels</h3>
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Innocent people die</h3>
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Nobody cares or cries</h3>
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Are we really doomed </h3>
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To be mere materials</h3>
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Everything is for sale </h3>
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Not just Kalashnikovs</h3>
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The mercenaries too</h3>
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Self-styled extortionists </h3>
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And the vote capturers </h3>
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And the bandh callers</h3>
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Babus are now cheaper</h3>
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But not the politicians</h3>
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All for the right price </h3>
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In a shop called Manipur</h3>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-84689715739332424932015-05-07T16:24:00.001+04:002023-08-05T10:54:33.019+04:00Stranger at Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">A STRANGER AT HOME</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ten years ago I left home leaving behind everything dear to me. I spent three long years in a city and a life of struggle trying to secure a future for myself. Not a day passed without the hope or anticipated excitement of returning home to everything and everyone I ever cherished and love. When I finally came home with all the excitements held up deep inside for all those years, the home I long to come back was no longer the same. All the sweet memories are now mere memories of good old days. I found myself a stranger at home because "home sweet home" have become "home strange home".</span></div>
Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-68368027198913628732015-05-07T16:21:00.001+04:002023-08-05T10:53:42.897+04:00City of Indians<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The City of Indians</span></b></h3>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">You make them grin, you're an idiot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">You give them food, you're a fool</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">You give them love, you're in lust <span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />You give them shade, you're in shit<br />You're innocuous, they're poisonous<br />The paradoxical city of my country<br />The hunting ground of perverts<br />Neither of deers nor of wild boars<br />But for prey in human avataars<br />In slit eyes and in spiky hairs<br />In fair skins they'd often bare.<br />But all delhites aren't scavengers<br />There're others who care and dare<br />To keep Delhi the city of Indians<br />Embracing the northeast Indians</span></span></div>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-26776739789578895202015-05-07T16:17:00.001+04:002023-08-05T10:54:05.555+04:00What Remains<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">What Remains</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">What remains is the portrait</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Of yesterday's careless vows</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">On the wall of shattered dreams <span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />Hung pieces of a broken heart</span></span></div>
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What remains is the echo<br />
Of yesterday's careless words<br />
On the mount of empty promises<br />
Flows the river of forgotten tears</div>
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What remain are the memories<br />
Of yesterday’s careless deeds<br />
On the sandstones of myriad hopes<br />
Surge the mighty waves of life</div>
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Note: <i>The last stanza is added by Prof. B. Panda</i></div>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-2238279396800679932013-06-15T00:05:00.000+04:002013-06-15T00:10:02.954+04:00ETHNIC CHANNEL OF WOMEN HEALTH INFORMATION IN RURAL MANIPUR<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">According to the 2011 census, about 68.8% of India’s population resides in rural areas. About 75% of health infrastructure, medical man power and other health resources are concentrated in urban areas, where about 31.2% of the population resided. It is also said that two-third of the population in the country consists of women of child bearing age and children under the age of fifteen years. This age group is considered to be the vulnerable age group suffering more severely from consequences of socio-economic development. Because of their ignorance of health, hygiene practices, and household responsibilities women tend to neglect their illness till their health problems get aggravated to the extent of becoming too sick to move around and attend to their normal household chores.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">The government at the state and central launch a number of health facilities and schemes for women but these health services provided through a network of health workers, government hospitals, dispensaries, and primary health centers do not sufficiently reach the targeted beneficiaries. Consequently, the health schemes remain underutilized by women particularly in rural areas. One main reason for under-utilization of such essential schemes is due to lack of awareness. Lack of awareness also led to negligence and unfair practices that propel the whole systems into total obliteration. When the deficit in awareness has reach endemic proportion, the problem can be solved only with knowledge disseminated through effective information channels. Contrary to the general assumptions, all communication channels are not universally effective. In rural India, the effectiveness of communication channels is significantly decided by socio-cultural backgrounds. If this is the case, identification and usage of the effective channels of the grassroots level is a must. Only such channels will significantly contribute to the effective utilization of health schemes particularly of women in the rural area whose predicaments are further aggravated by various forms of socio-cultural barriers complicating their access to health facilities.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Most technology driven communication mediums are beyond the reach of the rural population in Manipur. The paradox between the necessity to put across government sponsored women health schemes on the one hand and the defective communication channels on the other hand can only be bridge, at this stage, by utilizing the existing ethnic communication channels. Most transaction of information among the ethnic groups in Manipur is largely based on the age old traditional forms of communication. Traditional ethnic communications are fairly simple and cost effective verbal protocols disseminating information through trusted channels. Being based mainly on trust, ethnic bodies like the village council, chiefs, parents, elders, religious heads, friends, persons from the same community and village are still the effective channels of communication. The disseminated information is adopted only if it comes through one of these trusted channels. Among the rural ethnic groups women health is not an individual issue. With decision on women health being taken by way of taking every members of the family into confidence, mere handing down of information to the concerned woman will not yield the desired effects. It is due to this deeply entrenched tradition, the formal institutions like health workers, health center and similar instruments are not capable of making much dent.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Besides the inappropriate forms of existing formal channels, the other mistake committed in the dissemination of woman health in rural Manipur is this failure to regard the unique culture and tradition of the various ethnic groups. The one-size-fits-all approaches of Delhi contribute a lot in decapitating the women health schemes. Fortunately, trusted channels of communication, by word of mouth, across the different ethnic groups are similar in nature and practice. Exploitation of this form of communication, in most likelihood, is the only viable means through which the rural women can be reached.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Women health is a family subject that concerns the community. Decision on women health is not taken individually but through a consensus involving the family and the community. Ethnic communication channels not only ensure reaching rural women with health information but also help in building consensus among all who matters in the process of making decision on the woman of the family. The ethnic communities valued communal consensus and most of the individualistic aspirations that affect the community are considered immoral. The individual is part of the community and community good cannot be sacrifice for the sake of individual good. Such value system calls for a community based approach even when the target is the health of an individual woman. Since individuals are only part of the community, the benefits of the community must be underscored to ensure mass acceptance and adoption. In such distinctive circumstances, the said ethnic channels of communication should be made the de facto standard of communicating women health information among the rural population of Manipur. </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/429790003743522/" target="_blank"><b><i>Featured in "Eimi Times", a daily vernacular newspaper on 15th June 2013</i></b></a></span></div>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-33471708991151209942013-05-21T09:25:00.004+04:002013-05-21T09:26:39.507+04:00CARTOON DEBATE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Dalits are militants,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brahmins are Hitlers, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The rest are sinners.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Khan is a terrorist,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Mayawati is a fetish,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Politicians are foolish.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Thorat is a toon,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">We love the toons,</span></div>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Kill radicals save the toon.</span></span></div>
Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-89837374237140810802013-05-21T09:24:00.000+04:002013-05-21T09:24:28.422+04:00A SLEEPLESS NIGHT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">O sleepless rainy night!<br />
What have thou bear me right?<br />
Thou open these starry eyes<br />
with a weary tiresome mind.<br />
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O sleepless rainy night!<br />
What good is a lonesome night?<br />
While kids and kin slept tight, <br />
thy presence stood me upright.<br />
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O sleepless rainy night!<br />
What reason beckons at night?<br />
When the candles ceased to light, <br />
let in never-land walk my mind.<br />
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O sleepless rainy night!<br />
Less the sun beams the light, <br />
whose eyes can see it right?<br />
Whose eyes will make me smile?</span></div>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-38278071207601528872013-05-21T09:15:00.000+04:002015-10-28T16:47:05.584+04:00FOR HIS INNOCENT BRIDE <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">Love takes you to the alter,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Let not love be altered,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Altered love cause you sorrow.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Go and walk past the pew,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Go and wear the ring of vow,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Then they'll bide thee adiew.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">People, pigs, feast and gongs</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Will mark your silvery gown.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Never to walk in the days gone,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">May your sorrows be gone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As love takes you to new heights,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">May your childhood be never nigh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Showers of affections, blessing,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tears of joy will come raining.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Their longings finally fulfilled,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Long after life spans are filled.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Dad's li'l girl now walks the pew</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">On her own to take her final vow.</span></div>
Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-4273934998231807012013-05-20T21:04:00.000+04:002013-06-15T00:12:21.259+04:00THE HOPELESS TRIANGLE OF MANIPUR<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The triangulation of communal politics in Manipur will always bring any two communities opposing any one community or vice versa creating a vicious circle with no permanent relationship in the process. Any issue, political or petty, significant or silly, will set this vicious circle of communal intolerance in motion but ironically, at one point in time or the other one among the communities would be found sleeping with the "enemy", much too often for comfort. As long as this triangular equation exists with opposing communal aspirations, nothing can be done without harming the interest of the other community. As in a geometrical triangle, change in the degree of one angle will always affect the degree of the remaining angles of the triangle. There is no room for any external agency to solve the dilemma. Not even the best political mind in Delhi can be of help. The aspiration of any single community resulting in the perceived favor or against the other community is an absolute truth that can be stated with mathematical accuracy.</div>
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How long will these major communities remain purposefully blind to the hopeless situation and continue to insist on the path to gain political mileages at the cost of their fellow communities? The solution to the enigmatic plight, if at all desired, lies largely in the hands of the communities themselves. Contrary to the popular believe, no external agent is going to fix this equation even if we raze the state down to ashes as the Taliban did to Afghanistan. Such realization did not materialize because the triangulation is not a perfect one. The imperfection in the triangulation is seen in the form of several associated advantages like geographical, population, administrative or even brute forces. The advantages associated with each community are exploited to the fullest and used as the bargaining chip to gain out of any given issue. This is how might comes to play leading to the emergence of the communal forces.</div>
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Slogans, bans, strikes and the likes in favor or against one community or the other are not doing us any good. While readily accepting India's democratic form of governance, it is amazing how soon we ignore the fact that in a democratic state our voices will be heard only through the election process. This legitimate form of protest is realized, probably, by one community who failed to gain much out of it mainly because of the intention to benefit in isolation. The truth is no community in isolation is going anywhere as long as the opposing pulls are not compromised. High time the people of Manipur irrespective of conflicting communal interests rise to the occasion and serve the interest of all. Unless of course we are hell bent on dooming our future, our children's future and their children's future for the sake of the preset mindless communal competition.</div>
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For so many years, governance is found wanting in many parts of the state. Be it law and order or development or administration, the presence or absence of a government does not make much difference leading to the general perceptions, suppose to be in favor of the government, shifting steadily towards social organizations and pressure groups championing the cause of a particular community. In a triangulated community, such trend is bound to result in impossible consequences. In due course of time the situation gets murkier and uglier. The pace further gets accentuated with the only external agent, the central government, interested only in playing carrot and stick in its effort to put a particular brand of government in power at any cost.</div>
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To dissipate the imbroglios, certain things should be undone. To begin with, a firm political will free of communal prejudices ensuring an equally advantaged society is of paramount necessity. The exploitation of communal strength can only be checked by balancing the strength of the communities, in other words empowering the weaker community. The establishment of equally capable communities automatically neutralized communal forces which tend to show up in its pursuit to exploit the weaknesses of the other. The associated advantages tilted towards a particular community should not be allowed to remain disadvantageous to the other communities. Introduction of alternative infrastructure equally accessible to all the communities should be used to eliminate the biased advantages. While introducing checks and balances, the mass must not be ignored. No matter how far flung or scatter the mass may be, they should be educated in the nitty-gritty of voicing their concerns in a democratic way while ensuring their rights to participate in the democratic process. Beside these indicative pointers, the presence of governance can be ensured in so many other ways. The only hiccup to bring in such positive changes is the political will to bring governance even to the remotest part of the state and end the imperfect communal triangle.</div>
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The author is Dr. P. Hangsing, Assistant Professor, North-Eastern Hill University, Shillong – 703022.<br />
<a href="http://www.thesangaiexpress.com/tseitm-26675-the-hopeless-triangle-of-manipur/" target="_blank"><b>Featured in the english daily "The Sangai Express" on the 28th May 2013</b></a></div>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-22501609120608814922013-05-18T23:54:00.000+04:002013-05-21T09:20:35.099+04:00A WISTFUL THOUGHT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Even in wistful moments</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It's unbearable to imagine</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Leaving you and all of you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">How in reality can I ever</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Say adios without the pain,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Piercing right through me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You know how fond I am</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Of your wet lips and kisses.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">How fond I have grown</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ever-since I set eye on you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Friends, foes, come and go</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But I pledge to stand firm</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">By you like your mounds.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Till the last taxi departs,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Your clouds blown away,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It rain last in Mawsynram,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'll hold on with dear life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To love and cherish you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As mine and mine alone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You my beloved Shillong.</span></div>
Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-6806934611635119802012-12-07T14:46:00.003+04:002021-02-02T14:00:21.926+04:00REMEMBER<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;">*****************************</span><wbr style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"></wbr><span class="word_break" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline-block; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;">***</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Remember? That first walk together,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 17px;">those few steps leading to enthused hopes,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">and the stolen glances along the way.<br />
So clearly spoken in meaningful gestures,<br />
feelings so firm, so secure, so new and real,<br />
when doubts were too silly and illusory.<br />
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Remember? The walk in the abandoned lane<br />
where memories came alive along the way.<br />
Wild roses now lining the crumbled steps.<br />
Do you wander alone into the ruined dreams?<br />
The beaten path to the past nothing<br />
that make you yearn for one last glimpse.<br />
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Remember? The decayed portrait of love birds,<br />
poorly painted, poor man's gift lovingly placed,<br />
dotted in tear-drops and left on the wall.<br />
Do you feel deprived and disillusioned?<br />
Comforted in meaningless words of the past<br />
penned and immortalized in silly love letters.<br />
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-43863368218481527062012-09-24T17:05:00.000+04:002013-05-21T09:18:52.025+04:00A SONG FOR THE HILL-BILLY <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Softly down the blue hills flow, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">side to side ‘midst the hamlets, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">kissing bye the smoky huts, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">down the green valley flows, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">tears for love long long ago.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">Steamy eyes, cheerless hearts, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">soiled fingers strum the strings.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">In raucous voice came the song, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">with country brew scented breaths, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">flows the cry in futile echo. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">Every meadow, every stone, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">every memory bleeds the heart.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">All came alive at every moon, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">killing me slow but a sure dead.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">But for the pain I will go on.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">In baritone these songs of Jimmy, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">touch hearts beyond ethnicity.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">Pleading us to shun depravity </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">yet begging us to see humanity </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">in the hills I call my county.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While in a stationary train or vehicle, we are often disillusioned of being in motion because of the motion of other train or vehicle seen through the side windows. To ascertain if we are truly in a state of motion, we look beyond those moving trains for known stationary entities like the trees or buildings. If the trees or buildings are not in motion, the mind immediately informs that we are not in motion. Many times in our real life, we completely deny or ignore the accuracy or the existence of such referable stationary entities. Like the knowledge of motion or motionlessness becoming impossible without referring to known stationary entities, our mind would not know whether we are sane or insane without referring to an external point of reference. Only through the senses derived by referring to external agents can one arbitrate the sanity of one’s own mind. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Can a fallible self be a better point of reference for the self than the infallible being Himself? Man cannot be righteous without God as the point of reference. But the tendency to justify our own moral conduct is so intrinsic that we acknowledge the self more often than the infallible God. In the lack of the infallible Being, the self creates a god in the likeness of the self and the self reduced itself to an idolater when the self, in due course, worships the self. This intrinsic tendency is in total disregard to the truth - men’s need for an infallible external moral point of reference. As the disillusionment of motion in a motionless train, we used our own self to inform us on whether we are morally right or wrong not realizing or refusing to realize that we have failed time and again to look beyond and see the incorruptible God, the moral lawgiver. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Extrapolations of similar misplacements are also seen in the social sphere. Self-justifications for the sake of self aggrandizements have become the emperor’s decree of the self. This is the decree any individual self is more than willing to self-imposed. The tendency of sensitivity only to the self has caused us so much pain and abounds our society with purposeless aspirations. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">While acknowledging the fallacy of the self, some have fatally fallen short by referring to a fallible and movable point of references. The movement of the train we see is not ours but the train around us. How long shall we remain disillusioned by the movements of others around us? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">With this seemingly post-modern mind, we end up arriving at contradicting conclusions but equally convincing explanations – the fallacy youngsters admired and adults celebrated. Such contradictions can never be the means to achieve mutual benefit or harmony. Are our minds closed to the common good of all? Are our minds fixed on the self and nothing more? When self becomes the measure of everything, God is no longer the measure of the self – then the self has lost its purpose and meaning.</span></div>
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Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-30523405215868785732012-03-15T18:56:00.002+04:002023-08-05T10:55:04.640+04:00Welcome AboardDear Friend, Welcome aboard Hangsing's blog. Feel at home...Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-49978733668252545602011-05-12T08:39:00.000+04:002011-05-14T00:23:53.760+04:00Refresher Course in Library and Information Science @ NEHU, Shillong<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHNBJ9DA6IA-uGZL_qBQuHY3IGPihQI0h4F-jas5jpa_hgIj1Ahyphenhyphenrk7VNqHXITiM7ScQ4CmEC7TfOFKpSOkK-f_lDRlucREnE_w7BWFQvdPLXWxsSmrYQUL6gXL3jRpjUu31MZ/s1600/image-upload-20-765691.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHNBJ9DA6IA-uGZL_qBQuHY3IGPihQI0h4F-jas5jpa_hgIj1Ahyphenhyphenrk7VNqHXITiM7ScQ4CmEC7TfOFKpSOkK-f_lDRlucREnE_w7BWFQvdPLXWxsSmrYQUL6gXL3jRpjUu31MZ/s320/image-upload-20-765691.jpg"/></a><br /><br />Prof. Singaiah in Management Session</div>Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-68442757904143364812011-05-07T14:06:00.001+04:002011-05-07T14:06:36.653+04:00Refresher Course in Library and Information Science @ NEHU, Shillong<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8FGQNXIl_Y-SBN4EkuRWZak-dO-SBLjWgTGUA8I6aoLTBTi7CQu7_7944btAOmCcAFwoUbmYMm5h7Uv3gXn3cTnoq8VOiq3uIBbgEGVYji8WFwENpTlSwU_yJfRqHIIG2_tq/s1600/image-upload-70-795571.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8FGQNXIl_Y-SBN4EkuRWZak-dO-SBLjWgTGUA8I6aoLTBTi7CQu7_7944btAOmCcAFwoUbmYMm5h7Uv3gXn3cTnoq8VOiq3uIBbgEGVYji8WFwENpTlSwU_yJfRqHIIG2_tq/s320/image-upload-70-795571.jpg"/></a><br /><br />Mr. F. R. Sumer questions the Future Trend of Libraries</div>Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785293.post-16749461203265327582011-05-07T14:03:00.001+04:002011-05-07T14:03:21.434+04:00Refresher Course in Library and Information Science @ NEHU, Shillong<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfA0B7k7ix9CbDK-A83U6WfEkMMYRj_hcTRtz8VGyyi8vEp-32K3P0bIeQCWWy5VHDwlGUkibYb5rIeog3GKqjQxdb_KW32sMRzJdyIAxhV2H8LJMOhHUTX8KUXFXoX6oWQsN/s1600/image-upload-13-700138.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfA0B7k7ix9CbDK-A83U6WfEkMMYRj_hcTRtz8VGyyi8vEp-32K3P0bIeQCWWy5VHDwlGUkibYb5rIeog3GKqjQxdb_KW32sMRzJdyIAxhV2H8LJMOhHUTX8KUXFXoX6oWQsN/s320/image-upload-13-700138.jpg"/></a><br /><br />Prof. Raza co-ordinates the course</div>Hangsinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418738945865912145noreply@blogger.com0