I’m posting this from a place called Imphal.This is my hometown, a smallish capital town of Manipur, a state of Indian Union. I think I don’t need to give any link as now is the time of google earth—anybody can zoom in to have a look at the shape of the township. Keisampat is the exact local where I’m banging at my keyboard right now.
I belong to a community called Meetei or Manipuri. They populate the valley—the Imphal valley. It’s surrounded on all sides by hills, where reside another 33 small communities. They call themselves tribes—I’ll call them tiny communities.
So, it’s a bewildering mix of people, every one of them trying their best to protect their cultures and identities. Most of the time it’s the ugly shouting match for protecting their own turfs.
Almost all the political commentators pronounce we are finished as a political entity.
But I passionately believe that we are being shaped by an age-old melting pot process.
So, I’ll be posting from here---by the side of a melting pot.
I’m fascinated by this melting pot.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
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