This has been one of the rare morning when an Edison'ian bulb lighted in my so called head, which incidentally is without its perennial partner Mr Brain who seem to have gone out on a long sojourn. Now about the bulb of 1000W which struck me...
I was lying in my bed with nothing useful to do other than day dreaming and reminiscing about the old times and happening's back at home. Me staring at the roof hapless and wordless at being thrown a 1000 miles from home,family,friends and above all the home cooked food. Well it had been the place where we use to enjoy the yaoshangs,thabals(I still regret at only being a watchman and never have danced over there...although eons of thabals later I did danced to the thaban tune :).......),thinking of the beautiful girl we just saw and wondering if she had a boyfriend(Sadly never came upon one who didn't have one..).We used to enjoy the picnics near the pristine clear water of those lovely rivers, sight from the hill of the early morning sun rays playing with the yellow bouncing garden of flowers,the koubru trek,the fishing trips with those self made fishing rods,watching the vast expanse of loktak lake where our soul and mind were as free as freedom can offer. The unforgettable chit chats with cha bora,those laipum fhamba debates.These are the small valuable things in the life of small town folks that makes up for a great society. Life then was how the maker wanted it to be, full of zest,fun,love,harmony and respect for the human value.
That was then when the world was like a piece of snow flake ...all white,playful,PEACEFULL...
Wind up the watch to the present day and we find ourselves heckled and prisoned by our own guile.I still remember the days when people used to come back at around 12 midnight after watching late night shows,the days when I woke my friend at around 10 pm and went to the market in the hope that some shop will be open and I will be able to buy the component I needed so badly for my project. Then was the time and now is the truth where even going out at 7 pm is like anathema. Those days I still had the hope that some shops might be open till 10...now even god wont be foolish enough to even think about it.Going out at night , I am not sure if I should be more afraid of the perpetrator or the protector. But one thing is for sure families can't go out to enjoy those late night shows,memorable picnics,neighborhood courtyard theatre drama. Even going to thabals are fraught with dangers. Everywhere there are deary eyed kids lost in their own clouds of pills and grass. One wonder if we have learned anything from history of the great Opium war. With anti depressant being the top seller, we have bore the dark fruit of the greedy and corrupted seed we sowed. And for generations to come ,our child,grandchild will all bear the brunt of this fruit lest we realize our mistakes and work towards weeding out the dark seeds.
As Janis Joplin put it "freedom is another word for nothing left to lose"...we have nothing to lose but freedom!!!
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u sud continue writing the blog...nice going through...
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