Wednesday, May 24, 2006

It's unconditional.

Do you know that all the trucks going out from Manipur are all empty? They are fully-loaded only on their return leg. Whether it is from Imphal to Dimapur or Guwahati or Silchar, it is a tremendous waste of resources—like, fuel, the truck itself and the manpower aw well.

But that inefficiency itself throws up a quirky opportunity for consumers of the trucking services. It is far easier to engage a truck for the goods to be transported to Imphal from Dimapur, Silchar or Guwahati. Particularly for Guwahati to Imphal goods it is quite a hassle for finding trucks and the price is also higher.

But in Imphal you can just go any petrol pump on the highway and engage a truck at an attractive price. You go with the truck, load the goods from Guwahati and immediately set out for Imphal. This you can do in 3 days—that is a pretty efficient service.

Several years ago, when I owned (actually co-owned with a partner) a shop I used to go on such trips on countless occasions.

What I’m trying to tell you is about the relationship of the truck drivers with the hills and mountains on which they are traversing back and forth all throughout the year. You know, the highways here are always in state of repairs mostly by Defence Ministry sponsored work forces.

Whenever we came across such work forces using bulldozers or heavy machineries for cutting and repairing, most of the drivers cast a wicked sideway glance towards the direction and hiss under their breaths—

‘Hell! They are all scarring up my hills! To hell with them!!’

Yes, they were all the time using the words ‘my hills’!

My two anecdotes ,of course, are in the domain of personal encounter of a private citizen. I’m not asking anyone to draw any particular conclusion from them.

But, personally, I strongly suspect that I had actually stumbled upon the tip of an iceberg of Meetei’s love for the hills and mountains surrounding them.

Anatomy of this love is like this:

1) Hills and mountains, including those tiny hillocks scattered throughout tour valley should be absolutely owned by the hill men and you are in total agreement with this arrangement.

---The people of the valley reply that the arrangement is just ok for them—‘we only want to just love those blue hills’.

2) All the natural produces from the hills and mountains are absolute properties of the hill men and your only option is to buy them

---ok, ok—‘We love the hills’.

3) More then 33% of the State’s power apparatus should be totally reserved for the hills and you can do nothing about that.

--‘Just allow us to love the hills!’

Is there a term like ‘excessive love’? I’m not sure it is virtue or vanity on the part of the valley men to love the hills on such scale.

Whatever. But they sure get mad whenever someone (like Muivah) tries to act funny with their object of admiration—that object they love so UNCONDITIONALLY.

That I’m from the valley does not mean that I’m shying away from just saying what I feel about this matter—

Why should anybody prevent me from loving the hills—it’s totally unconditional and I’m not asking absolutely anything in return.

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