Human resource is the key to a nation’s development, strength, progress and prosperity. Purpose of education is to inculcate among students the ability to think and apply the knowledge they acquire in class rooms in solving social problems. This was stated by the Governor Najma Heptulla during the award ceremony of Rajkumari Sanatombi Devi Award, […]
Human resource is the key to a nation’s development, strength, progress and prosperity. Purpose of education is to inculcate among students the ability to think and apply the knowledge they acquire in class rooms in solving social problems. This was stated by the Governor Najma Heptulla during the award ceremony of Rajkumari Sanatombi Devi Award, […]
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Our social clock is ticking faster than the rattling machine guns in these midnight hours of our collective lives, disturbing every little tranquillity that we supposedly possess as modern human… Read more »
Our social clock is ticking faster than the rattling machine guns in these midnight hours of our collective lives, disturbing every little tranquillity that we supposedly possess as modern human beings. But the irony is, without any hope for a coming dawn, we are getting lost in the darkness — one foot on murky water, another on fleeting, listless time of a lost generation. At this critical moment, we need to make some decisive resolutions and we need to vote for resistance.
In less than a year, we will be having the general election. A festival of the unknown majority. A celebration of false political freedom. Are we going to repeat the usual mistake again? It is an error that we go to cast our vote with some squashy realisation that we live in a modern society of computers and space technology, when we are aware of the incorrigible and obvious failing of governance and administration plus the all-round grime and grunge. We have to learn to say no against bluffs. Say no against primitive living. It will be a blunder if we cannot see our own mistake even after all these elections which we have in the name of democracy, when Manipur exists as a small branch to the tree of the Great Union of India while the big tree sees us not more than a frontier area, where it is all about military and authoritarian roots.
If we are too pessimist that we are just a small branch, then we will have to continue with our miserable lives and only have to wait for a miracle that will come one fine day, when we will stop equating life with simply fighting for survival, but live and compare it with blooming flowers and limitless skies. And if we are too lethargic that we can find contentment in election fever, calling it dearly as a five-year affair that comes only once in a while, so be it. But this cannot continue forever. We know it. The decadence of values in our society is nothing but our own defect.
Our purpose is to find a way ourselves and a lesson to teach our political masters in a plain political sense: A means to get rid of the mundane anarchy which we see in our time, in a general sense, as lawlessness and disorder. But if we look at ourselves honestly and the issues and matters around us, we can see clearly we don’t have enough time in this darkness to dig deeper into the political philosophies and engross ourselves into rhetoric and deliberation. Simple put, it’s time to act. It’s time to act against the injustice and lies of our time.
When the government has failed us, when the insurgent groups have lost their plots miserably, when the authority has turned their back on us, we have only one choice: Look after ourselves. Why should we always victimise ourselves? Why should we always vote for the open-secret, illicit relationship between the politicians, contractors and militants? We must vote for resistance, not simply with a thumb impression on a piece of paper with several meaningless party symbols promising us half-baked lies, but for the real change that we aspire for and would love to see around us. The blot on our finger is a blot on humanity; nothing can be worse than this blot in our voiceless generation.
We are too naïve when it comes to election on two counts: firstly, we are gullible as well as immature to vote for the right candidate, if one exists at all; and secondly, our voices are too silent in the cacophonic mainland parliament. Overall the argument is not about the dictatorship of the proletariat or an uprising of the masses for good, but rather the rekindling of hope from the lowest strata of the society — in stoking the embers of an awareness that we are living in the 21st century and that we can expect a lot more from our collective lives, by transforming ourselves into a peaceful and just society.
Let’s talk of no reason when there is none. Our collective lives are desperate for some rationality. The only logic, if we would ever care is the idea of oneness, the belongingness to humanity. Let us stop the blame game. Let us stop going to the election campaign. Let us vote for freedom. Our society is our group. Our group is made up of individuals, thence everything depends on us, each one of us. If election is the thing we care, then the outcome is ours. Looking back, looking sideways, however, we can see there is no one who is happy with it and that each one of us long for a real change. The change is us and only us.
On hindsight — to the delight of the cynics, the pseudo-believers of democracy and the prying eyes of the sadists, all of them who are found galore in every leikai and leirak — nothing is going to change for us. But we can just give it a try. In the name of humanity. In the name of peace. In the name of liberty. We can see, yours truly believe, we are not approaching from a textbook approach, but from the most realistic idea: stop going to the election booth for a new world, to forsake the despicable society we live in today. The same cynics mentioned above would suggest an ‘action-able’ overture, like fighting face to face at the ground. But we need a starting point and this write-up only means to be the initial push-button, free of street politics and kowtowing to the dictates of the several masters: captain New Delhi, the spineless state government and the rudderless militant groups. Ironical this is again, though we are helping them by dint of our decadence and indifference while we let ourselves getting drowned in the currents of our time.
Can we have an alternative plan to the common tried-and-failed attacks with violent protests on the streets that occur once or twice every year, that explode only after a major issue? Can we have a durable agenda to find a lasting solution to the mess and maze of our neglected, battered hinterland? Can we just go beyond the freebies which come so cheaply around election time? Dispirited civil and frontal organisations here and there. The commoners everywhere. We know we are the first group, the buck can be easily passed onto, and we also know there are only two results: either we continue living the lives of the great unwashed in these filthy surroundings of blood, bombs and bullets as if we were destined to, or stop participating in the election mess while we write the stories of our lives with the help of sweat and conscience.
Fortunately, it’s only a matter of choice. We can divert our way from the local primary schools and elsewhere where polling takes place, and instead we can vote for a shared consciousness that will last long, much more than these lightless midnight hours in which we have forgotten the time, simply fighting for a piece of land and this and that, competing for how much we can amass, stealing and looting and killing, all in the name of the land. Folks, the choice is all ours.
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By N. Arunkumar Friends, I am a diehard animal lover. I just cannot bear to see any animal being ill-treated or subjected to bodily pain. I almost feel that type of pain… Read more »
By N. Arunkumar
Friends, I am a diehard animal lover. I just cannot bear to see any animal being ill-treated or subjected to bodily pain. I almost feel that type of pain within me when I see an animal being treated cruelly by anyone. I know, there are many others like me out there in this world. We had been taught to love animals and not hurt them, right in our nursery classes and some of us have retained those values taught to us when we were toddlers learning our first ABC’s and words. Animal love is indeed a very captivating practice among those who love them. There have been some very poignant stories about animals and their masters, captured in books and films as a part of our heritage of relationship with our wordless friends. Those stories have often moved us to tears and left lasting images of poignancy deeply etched within our minds and hearts. Animals are fascinating. They are coexisting with us in this universe and are our counterparts, living just like us but in different environmental realities, facing diverse challenges in comparison to us. All the same, they face challenges just like us. And, also feel pain intensely, like us.
I have been prompted to write this piece today, after seeing a particular cat in my neighbourhood. Now, this cat was actually abandoned by its previous owners when they went away from here, without even telling us neighbours about it. The cat was left pitilessly to live on, on its own and search for its own food. We were there to help of course. My wife took it upon herself to provide it with our leftovers, and it gratefully accepted whatever we provided for it and also began to depend on us completely, in no time. Gradually, the cat became a part of our neighbourhood and many other families also pitched in for its welfare. It began to adjust to its changed realities and harmonised with all of us equally. Soon enough, this cat also found an emotional cushion in another feline and they were a happy couple to look at.
This feline belonged to another area and yet used to be seen gyrating with our black one often. One thing led to another, and presto they had their litter of kittens following them mewing and meowing all over the locality. The brood followed their mother devotedly during their nursing and toddling days. A couple of years have gone by since this family has been in our neighbourhood. However, one afternoon, tragedy struck this cat family. A pack of dogs attacked the feline and she was killed instantly. The black tomcat has been searching for her ever since. His search of course will not yield any results, and we know it.
In recent days, this tomcat has begun to wail like a baby, and to me it sounds like as if he is crying for his beloved. It is a heart rending cry. Throughout the day, he keeps crying and people tend to drive him away from their sight using various standard means to do that. Some even go to the extreme extent of using their catamarans on him and seriously injuring him. That is how I saw him yesterday. He was limping as his left hind leg was soaked in blood and his ear was also bleeding. Evidently someone had found their target while aiming at his head and intending to put him to sleep. However, he escaped from that obviously, and came back with this serious injury. As soon as he saw my wife, he ran towards her, limping painfully and when she saw him do that and his condition with bleeding from the ears too, she was also almost in tears. The tomcat had run towards her, perhaps for some solace and help to overcome his agonizing situation. It was a pathetic sight to see him in so much pain.
I direct this piece to all those people who tend to treat animals with merciless intolerance. When pain is inflicted on any animal, the experience is the same as with every other animal. Man, who considers himself as a sophisticated being is also an animal. When man experiences pain, he can react to it in various forms. However, wordless animals are incapable of expressing their predicament of pain and have to deal with it in the only way they know…tolerance. They can do nothing to alleviate their difficulties in dealing with it and have to live with it in a submissive mode. Please, let us be considerate and live up to the calibre of human beings and perform our duties towards our speechless counterparts with a little more dignified grace. They deserve it in this life time just like we do, as it is not their mistake if they are born as such animals. Nature has its own holy plan in creating them for our existence too. We depend on them for our ecological balance as they perform a specific task to maintain the equilibrium of our world’s ecosystem. If we are heartless to them and treat them with inhumanity, we lose our qualification as superior beings who take responsibility for our own actions. We must have a better way of treating animals and that is nothing but compassion. We treat others like we do not want to be treated otherwise. It is as simple as that folks. Next time you decide to slaughter any animal using the most painful means you can use, be careful. It could come back to you one day with equal ferocity. It will come back, as a matter of fact.
I have seen some animals being slaughtered in the most inhuman of ways possible. The method of piercing a thin spear like bamboo through the rectum while the poor animal writhes in awful pain and the cry that it produces to go with it is the worst sight to see. When I saw it happen, the people doing that to it seemed to enjoy the gory sight of it without batting an eyelid either. It was horrific. And, I moved away from there with a deep ache in my chest, wondering how men can be so heartless towards the dilemma of poor wordless animals. I even had a silent tear welling up in my eyes at the sight of the tragic death of the poor animal. It was meat for the butchers, but the manner of its death was beyond the dignified that we must dare to accept. I know, we have no laws or PETA and things like that here in Manipur. It is unethical to even have any such organisation to protect the animal rights in a place like ours, where we love to gorge on flesh as food. But, have a heart folks. Have a heart! They don’t need us to cry for them, but have mercy in your treatment towards them…yes…they want that. Kill them and eat them by all means; however you could always exercise some degree of moderation when you butcher them. Please….!
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