September 07, 2006

Beyond the Guun Valley

SOMEWHERE DEEP in a Myanmar prison camp, a heart cries out for home in utter desperation: “Have they left me to rot in this place?” Somewhere in a distant land, a daddy lays in the lonely silence with his only company – the memories of his children, family, and home and of his buddies who would, perhaps, never return back again. And back home, sorrow-filled eyes gaze at a photo on the wall, draped in a traditional robe– a dad, and a husband – whose hope of return dwindles with each passing day.

It has been over four months now that some 21 helpless daily wage earners from Muallum and the surrounding areas within Singngat sub-division in Churachandpur, Manipur were captured by the Myanmar government for illegally intruding the international boundary. So far no positive developments have come to the surface. MP Mani Charenamei raised the issue in parliament and pleaded with the External Affairs and Home ministers for their immediate and safe release. They were arrested on May 6, 2006 along the Indo-Myanmar border near Aisih village in Tonzang area of Chin State. It’s true that either side of the border is inhabited by the same ethnic Zo people. They use to cross over the border in search of their livelihood without any disturbances from any quarter as they use to return to their respective homes on daily basis. An international boundary may demarcate them, but deep within their hearts, they are one people.

While the anticipation for a concrete outcome is still running high, a rather disturbing news has emerged. Our worst fear begins to transform into reality.

Reports recently came in that 19 out of the 21-odd persons were sentenced by the Tonzang Township Court to 12 years imprisonment for their alleged timbering activities. One person was sentenced to 15 years rigorous imprisonment for poaching and Pauminthang, a six-year-old kid, was being freed on humanitarian grounds. The 20 convicted are being incarcerated in the Inndainggyi prison-cum-labor camp in Sagaing Division, Myanmar.

No wonders that the largest democratic government in the world turns a blind eye to the plight of its citizens all through these months. We are ‘here’, the government is ‘there’, and the fact that 20 north-easterners get over 10 years jail term out there in Myanmar has nothing to do with the national security.

A similar incident took place last year. This is not the first of its kind and may not be the last either. So, rather than a fire-fighting approach, it is desirable to take a longer perspective. Economically. And ecologically.

Due to relentless jhuming and deforestation for timber trade, our hills are increasingly getting bald-headed. This naturally leads to soil erosion, decreasing fertility, climatic change and landslides. We clear our forests to provide food for our increasing population. The timber trade exists because of the demand for domestic fuel and brick industry in urban centres like Lamka and Imphal. Without adequate power supply, there is a handsome market for timber and charcoal. This business has been going for almost a decade within Manipur. Villages in the ‘Zodawn’ area had survived on this trade for a whole generation. Due to the depletion of forest on the Indian side, we are beginning to invade the other side of the border. This eventually leads to embarrassing situations.

While it is crucial to bail out the helpless victims of poverty, it is important to highlight the need to change our attitudes towards our environment. Similar problems confront tribal communities in Mizoram, Madhya Pradesh and Western China. But many of them successfully overcame these challenges. With a little help from the government and training in innovative methods of farming, many tribal communities managed to move out of poverty. Distress migration into relatively better off places across the Tuivai river in Mizoram or into urban areas may be a way of coping with the economic problem. But this cannot be prescribed as a solution for all. Rural areas or the countryside needs new designing for this. In order to have a viable economy, some kind of grouping may be helpful. But I know the practice of jhuming cannot support big villages. That is suitable only for scattered families over large tracts of thick forest. But jhuming cannot give any income or even food [generally understood as “rice” among us] for one year. In another sense, jhuming devastates our environment and drives people into both ecological and economic poverty. This is a deadly trap.

What is important is to shift form jhuming to alternative and more productive methods of farming. Meanwhile people need something to eat during the transition period. Moreover, indigenous and outside investors cannot be attracted in rural farming unless the state provides basic infrastructure like roads and health care to our villages. There are entrepreneurs interested in investing in farming and related activities like fishery and animal husbandry. But they were pestered by some unwanted social elements, who demand taxes and even forced them to move the hell out of our land. Till the reforms in 1991, our country had been indoctrinated in the doctrines of Nehruvian Socialism. That was totally anti-entrepreneurial. It was against enterprise-culture. The contempt for entrepreneurs is deep-seated within our society – especially within the church. This resulted in a dependency culture where everyone aspires for Government jobs, sanctions or all kinds of sarkari privileges.

To some extent, we are chained to poverty by our social attitudes and outdated education. While our training in English is the most marketable skills we could get, the outdated content of our education crushes and paralyzes most people. It made them utterly useless – or rather harmful – for the society.

The solution for the villagers and townspeople remains the same. We urgently need to develop our infrastructures. Any politicians who can do deserve public support. Election agendas should be dominated by our real economic problems. And not by some imagined elements, foreign threats or the like. The threat of political corruption is the greatest threat for our helpless villagers along Tedim Road and Guite Road. This threat will surely lead to more economic and ecological poverty, physical and spiritual deprivation, malnutrition and slow death itself.

Meanwhile, far away in the valley of despair, beyond the Guun river, the quavering cries of the 20 helpless victims refuse to die down - all the while being heard by deaf ears, and seen by blind eyes.


[Note: Guun river is the other name for the Imphal river. It enters River Chindwin from Manipur and flows into the Irrawaddy in Myanmar.]


© vaphualization september 7, 2006

August 22, 2006

SMS-es mei di maw

Khoveel thak ah i teengta. Misi kou di’n mun gamla pipi khe a paitung angai nawnkei. Kithuzaakna di’n laithon kikhaak tuah leeng atawm hiaihiai ta. Meelmuhlouh tongsaan bangleeng hunteng a vazat angai nawnkei. SMS khoveel a teeng i hihtaak man un kithuzaak tuahna a ol mahmah ta hi. Abiik in, tulai in service tuamtuam te ah free offer a om a, hiai phattuam pih in SMS, khuai vaitung bangmai in, i kikhaak tuah huthut hial uhi.

Hiai ah SMS thu leh a poimohna te kikup sawm i hikei. Alehlam daih ah, bangchi bang a SMS in i laipau hon nawkkha hiam, chih i endiing. SMS i kikhaak chiang un a tomthei lamlam, a simtu te’ theihsiam diing daan in i gelh uhi. Saappau ahihleh pau piching ahia, i utdaan teng in heikawi lehang leeng a paidaan khat ana omsa om hi. Ahia, i pau peen a pichin louh baan ah paidaan zuihtuam a neikei a, a gelhtu’ deih daandaan a heikawi ahimai hi. Hiai in buaina a hontun gige.

Lawmte khat in hichiin geenngei hi: "Tulai SMS hahgelh theilua ing a, ekzamna a bang a tomngen a vagelh kha dek!" Saappau ahi i geen. Eipau ah en lehang, SMS i gelhte’n naaktak in laipau i gelhdaan a sukha. Huaiziak in pilvaan mahmah ngai hi. Tulai khangthak te i pau gelhdik siam i tam hetkei. Va gelhdik siam chihbang leeng thil namai ahikei. Bulhkhawm, repkhawm, khenzaak, khenkhiat leh a neuhneuh hihdiing tam peetmah hi. Ahia, a poimoh zual khenkhat a om hi. Huaite i endiing.

Paite Laipau Saipawl in i pau ah ‘J’ taang in ‘Z’ zatdiing chi ua, laimal ‘O’ leh OU’ a tuam ah, baan ah a tomgin te ah ‘O’, a saugin te ah "AW", leh thumal saugin te ah ahithei tan a vowel zatkop diing chih ahi. Etsakna, Toupa aw, zaanmial nuai ah honleen in. Khenkhat te laimal ‘I’, ‘E’, leh ‘A’ zatdaan a buai leeng i om hi. "Emu ta m?" chia hong ki mesees leh bang chu kibuaitop maidaan ahi. A zatna te uh enni: "Ehe, ihmu hakvee!" Ahia, SMS ah grammar diktak vazui ni chi bel i hituan saamkei.

Baan ah, SMS khenkhat ah laimal ‘W’, ‘X’, ‘Y’ bang i hahzat sim ua, hiai in buaina hontun phetdiam, chih dotna piangthei hi. Huaibel, a keypad meek nopdaan zir a i zat leeng ahithei. Etsakna, ‘kwateng’ , ‘bangxiak’ , ‘hya’. Ahia, hun hongthak toh kiton a i paidaan khentouh a, behlap zeel bangleeng thil navaak huai khat ahi. I pau suk hauhsakna khat ahihman in. I lak a a kulmuut pawl in bel hiai a deih lawmlawm kei diing uh. ‘Mahleh, khangthak te’n "kikheekna" i ngaina uh.

Himah lou hya?
[Siamsin Bulletin, August 20, 2006]

August 16, 2006

By The River Lanva, I Sat Down And Wept

[ C H A P T E R O N E ]

I hope someday we would break free from these chains and fly in the clear blue skies. Up, up and away into the lost paradise – our dreamland, Zogam.

Blood has spilled. A lot of blood has spilled.

The recent fortnight has witnessed an alarming spate of violence erupting in the streets of Lamka, our dear old domain. Sporadic gunfights between armed groups, senseless hail of gunshots, extorting money from local businessmen by some scrappy hooligans, torturing innocent civilians for no apparent reasons have increasingly flared up, again and again, with alarming regularity. We have always been through such random acts of violence and to me, it seems we all have become fairly accustomed to them.

I am not going to delve into the whole lot of situation. I won’t dig further down the road. And I won’t suggest any outcome either.

But lots of innocent civilians have suffered. This has become a matter of concern now.

When the sun goes down in the evening sky, fear begins to darken the picturesque town, and cold terror lingers into the night. Armed guerillas begin to reign, roaming free around the town under the flickering neon lights, flashing their guns at people who they think belong to a particular community, and beat them up till their spines give way. And the night usually ends with a big bang. One more drip. One more death. The story doesn’t end here. The toll is likely going up in the days to come.

Following this hazy chain of unsavory events, one after the other, give me a freaking headache. There isn’t a damn thing we could do? Just how helpless we all have become! Just how far we all have been victimized! How long are we going to let loose these raving lunatics in town? There isn’t really anything we, the people could do in a land where camouflages and M-16 rifles reign. I shuddered quietly, trying to calm my racing heart. Perhaps the dawn would bring us light. That seems to be the only refuge we have.

In the latest turn of development, four persons, including a pastor, from the Mahanaim Home, a rehab center in Vengnuam, Lamka were brutally tortured on the night of July 17 in Bijang by some unknown armed miscreants. They begged and pleaded humbly for mercy. The perpetrators knew they were innocent. But still they simply were not set free. They were beaten the whole night. A couple of months ago, a mentally ill person was killed at Kamdou Veng and about a week later, some young thugs threatened a journo not to ever set his foot again in Tuibuang area and knocked him cold. We would never know why. That is left to our own reasoning.

Horrific violence seems to sprout everywhere and communal tensions are on the high, yet again. This unprecedented spasm of violence seems to push us closer to all-out ethnic war. A woman was shot dead yards from her home in Hmar Veng on July 19. Two opposing arm groups were engaged in a bloody gunfight on July 10 in Phailian and a drastic re-run of the sequence followed suit on the night of July 12. (I am pretty sure there might be some more incidents which I miss out.)

I don’t really give a damn on what’s the fuss all about. Or who gets killed or by whom or why. They are simply nauseating. But something terrible has troubled my mind. And the very thought of it makes me chill to the bone.

Ten years ago, automatic assault rifles were the most advanced form of arms our ‘guys’ used for combating. That’s during the 1997 ethnic clash. More and more sophisticated weapons have evolved and now, landmines, lethal bombs and RPGs become part of our military strategy. Bombs have now been widely used among civilians. I don’t know what would become of us say, five years down the line. This is quite disturbing. The blame could be squarely put on Meitei UGs. They are the one who invent this culture. Our precious lands are now littered with landmines and munitions. Innumerable lives were snuffed out and limbs were maimed indiscriminately. The grand, sinister Meitei spirits of death, divide and destruction are freely let loose in our land. I wonder why are we too blind to let ourselves swept along by this tidal Meitei current. When are we going to wake from our hypnotized slumber?

The time has now come, I think, for us to stand up, speak out, and fight back. The time has now come for us to get united. We had suffered a great deal, and lest we act fast, we are doomed to eternal damnation. But the sad truth here is that we just love to fight each other in our own way - and not against our common enemy.

I am quite prepared to believe that my views and writings will be misused by right-wing fanatics and extremists. I know some may even find them offensive. My solution is simple enough: don’t read the damn thing — that way you won’t be offended, if ever you were. And don’t call me a radical. I am simply being rational. Or rather emotional.

And as I sat down by the river Lanva in passing thought, multitude of repressed memories came swirling in my mind. I thought of all the good times we have had in our lovely, little town of Lamka. I thought of all the sufferings our people had to endure as a result of the surreptitious penetration of the divisive Meitei ideology into our land.
And I wept.


© vaphualization july 26, 2006