ooba fangdre

Lamlai monina eingonda toina toina hai
akhoida laak o nangsu,
makhoi ateidi nahaan lak a,
nang nathanta yaorakte, princy ga nangadang.
keidw leirino, lakkedi haidna.

checkon monona eingonda toina toina hai
lamlai monihoida chatluse.
akhoibokhoiga mayum naknei,
tarbuj ki farm yenghange.

thangapat monina eigonda toina toina hai
malem, handakti soidna oonasiko.
mobile phone da toina toina englishta,
i miss you so much, kaina tharak a.
smileygasu yaohallak a.

eina khalli nungtigi,
nungaini tarbuj marakta chatpa,
pareng pareng paanbado yengba,
nungsa maraktuda fi ama kokta kupaga tarbuj thugaira chaba,
haonihe onthokna.

tarbuj manunggi angangba.
keinoma ningsingak a.

kuirabagi wari
kaodi kaonrammoi
nongmatadi thaoina ningsingndraba wari.
asengba wari.

keithelda nupi ama sikhiba,
keinomgi maruna panbdagi.
angang amasu sikhi malle.
maminggadi thondriba,
lumbu lumbu saba mahida taoduna leijba ama.
nupa amasu,
anaaba mapaagira mamaagira ama hidak leiba thorakpa.

tarbuj pareng pareng marakta chatpgi nungaiba.
kaalenda tarbuj chabgi nungaiba.
fangaroi moi, fangaroi.

akhoi swaise mittagi pee ga amta tao yadre.
famjangre loina mitpaanda,
mayek sengna amta uudre.
tarbuj pareng pareng thabadusu uudre.

Happy birthday.

When i was 8, i was very sick once.

I opened my eyes, and

voila! There was the TV right in front of the bed.

Another morning i was very sick.

I opened my eyes, and

all i could see was the back of his head,

all curly and dark.

Another day, during dinner

he lifted the kettle holding

side by side

with my mom.

Both smiled for a some 3, 4 secs and started eating.

I know some day he'll lose his hair, his teeth, his everything!

At a time when his brain becomes ridiculously big.

We planned many things on the eve of 14^th oct. Every year

though we never executed it.

Because of him, i have them, i have her.

I love him.

       It was a warm usual sunny morning on our campus, a few days back rather. The winter is approaching. No sunlight entered the classroom. The yellowish green leaves and the half dried creepers, near the windows, were not allowing it to pass them through. However, the room was filled with tube lights and the sound of the fast whirling fan over the heads of some fifty students including myself. The light reflected from the blackboard was hurting my eyes, or so i thought. I couldn't see anything written on it. It was annoying, not that it mattered but because it was not a very nice experience to not see something clearly. It was one of the monotonous classes of our monotonous life.

    Sir Jibu was taking the class continuing the lecture he had started in the last class on Hamlet, one of the plays of Shakespear. i was sitting at a corner,trying to make my cognitive ability to function to its fullest.It was not going good. The class was running just too fast for my neurons inside the brain. I wondered how the others are managing it.

      Then i saw Neelu wearing a torquoise polo T-shirt in the first bench, sitting next to Anenjana who was wearing a kurti of the same color. Out of the blue, a yellow butterfly flew in, flattering and flapping its tiny wings with brown edges. Sir Jibu threw up his hand in the air and made a bud-like-shape closing his fingers into one point. He was explaining how fragile a girl can get like a bud of a flower according to one of the texts of Shakespeare in Hamlet. That day, there were more girls than the guys i'm sure. I dont know if they were listening to what he was explaining and what were their reactions if they had been listening at all. I, myself was too busy looking at the butterfly, its texture, its softness and its life. It worries me to not know whether they are flying happily or just moving around hysterically. I wish i could see their face. I wish people could see my face. Things could have been much more easier then.

    Yesterday, i saw the same butterfly near the ground when i looked down from the opened window of our classroom during an oral communication class. The bushes down there had grown so much. It looked like an unshavened thick beard.

Confession

Papa, I'm so sorry for doubting you. I'll never ever again doubt you again. You have been always right and will always be. I had been misleaded all this while. But it wont continue now. I know exactly what you were talking about. It was all an illusion. I had been so so stupid. I know what i should do now, which things should i keep in the front and which to dispose. Thank god, in another way this must be the happiest moment of my life. I've been set free from this bondage which i had been kept inside since i came here, i dont have to hunch now, i can walk straight and see the right path so crystal clear through my tears. I dont know why it took so much time to realise this. May be i was too stubborn and silly all the way because of my newly got freedom. Anyway, i can put all my trust again to you like i always used to when i was younger, well so to say much smarter and more intelligent than i had been this one whole year. I'm so relief.

i wake up one morning and see a pile of things:
the xerox copy of my french note, my so-called
diary which i have not touched for one whole year,
a butterfly look-like blue hair clip with white polka dots,
a book called 'great political thinkers:east and west' with a
dark blue cover, electronic wires, a greyish sky through the window
and a chair wooden chair right in front of me.All in one trapezium box.

Memories gushes down,a timeline since
my birth rather. I remember the names
of all the persons i met,all the people
who i have acquinted with in my
life for some or the other
reasons, some i hate,
some i love.
My childhood friends,
high school friends, college
friends, all are in the collage of my 

white life. My blood relations,  who i
haven't even heard of, but related somehow
and often wonder who all are related to me. I
get up and sit looking straight and feel the monotonous
blue breeze rising up from the blanket twisting and wriggling.
i feel nothing. i feel absence of something, absence of everything.
i feel bored, i feel sleepy, i feel like yawning. Apathy, boredom, anxiety, ennui, suicide.

My brother

She was crying alone. I went and gave her a hug. I was crying too leaning on him. His shirt was soaked with tears. Then I realised he was death. To let go of him, he scared me giving me a weird smile and started to enlarge his eyes and teeth. Then I beat him on his chest, gave him a slap and started running though I was not able to move. I was running, it was too tiring. My legs were all stuck on the ground firmly. The ghost started to haunt me and chased behind me with his hands trying to get hold of me!!!

Beyond

Over my father’s shoulder

I could only catch a glimpse

Of the lump of hills,

Irregularly edged glittering glass plates

And lots of small unshaped boxes.