Tuesday, May 23, 2006

On collision course

The banner reads like this:
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“WELCOME TO SOUTH NAGALIM”

Mr Ibobi Singh,
Hon’ble CM, Manipur.
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That was how the Chief Minister was welcomed at Senapati district headquarters. He was there to attend a district level Congress party meeting.

This news together with a photograph picturing the banner was headlined in most papers today.

We are back to the square one. Whatever the term they use (like, Nagalim) or whatever the political move (like, those talks in Amsterdam or Bangkok), the underlying idea is the same—tribals’ supposedly absolute (should we call it ‘unique’?) hold over their lands. In other words, whatever that portion of lands that happened to be touched by tribal simply morph into something altogether unique! Well, I’m not trying to be intentionally frivolous but I’m a bit weary—tired of taking sides in the never-ending question of tribal and their lands. May be, it’s our destiny. Or, even a horrible legacy.

I’m implying that people on the hills are being rational whenever the question of their ‘hills’ pops up. They claim ‘absoluteness’ in their possession of the hills. (Well, everybody knows that there is no absolute in our galaxy, at least—everything is relative!)

But what about the people in the valley? What are their gut reactions whenever the question of ‘their’ hills pops up?

I’ll try to take you to the point nearest to the hazy contours of the answer by forcing you to immerse in some of my personal anecdotes! That’s the most a blogger can do, isn’t it? May be, in some creative moments in our lives, we may even try to intellectualize the premise that we are left to confront with only the hazy contours of the answer. I mean, why should we be able to see only the hazy contours?

So, here we go!

My youngest sister did not give a damn about craps like activism and she was not even bothered by what we call the social responsibility of a private citizen. She is perhaps one of those people who think that you should do an honest job in your profession and be a good human being—then you are more than contributing to your society.

At that time, all she bothered was how to get her Ph D degree in the least possible time and then, to get a well-paying job. She has four or five friends just like her.

On that occasion, she and her friends went to the mountains inside Ukhrul district, to collect specimens of plants and herbs, I guess, for their Ph D theses.

When they returned in the evening they all trooped into our house (which was quite normal for them) and plopped into the sofas. The uneasiness in their eyes and clouds in their faces told me immediately that something was terribly wrong.

I was worried. But I waited for them to make the first move.

After several minutes tense silence, one of them blurted out—

“Why. They have cut down all the trees. They have all scared our hills!”

I was really taken aback by the intensity of the voice of that apolitical lot of theses seekers!

Well, I’ve to conclude this tomorrow. I don’t like long post.

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