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Inside the hearth of a Krüna

Neisa Thol 30th January 2015 84 years old Neisa Thol from Kidima village is a proud Angami Naga who believes in staying true to his roots. He is one among the few remaining sixty(estimated) people in his village who follows the indigenous Angami religion Krüna . “Our Krüna (ancestor’s rituals/beliefs) should not be abandoned. This was once our parents and ancestors’ belief and religion.” exclaims Neisa. Although one of his sons converted to Catholic, Neisa, his wife and their other two sons still follow the Krüna and wishes to continue till they die. In his hearth, Neisa owns a Kheluoba - a unique seat that is only owned (and the right to sit) by individuals or families who has performed a feast of merit for the entire village. This kheluoba is more than a hundred years old, as Neisa mentions that the seat was owned by his grandfather. “Today lifestyles and culture has changed.” says Neisa who mentions that the most baffling change for him is the incre...
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Stories on the Naga struggle

Khatsümvü Zirü It was on a sunny afternoon in the fields of Tuophema village that Khatsümvü and a friend were planning on drinking their rice beer after a hard day’s work when word came around that the Naga army was in dire need of soldiers. Some villagers from Kohima village had been captured by the Indian Army in Gariphema which had created further clashes in their area. A young Khatsümvü, who had desperately been wanting to join the struggle then, took the opportunity and voluntarily joined the day itself, a decision he has never regretted. Khatsümvü was a part of the ten Naga Army groups who were trained in East Pakistan in between 1962 to 1968. They travelled from Burma to East Pakistan through boats for around 15 days. Although he cannot recollect the year he went to East Pakistan, one thing he remembers is that the trip would be the first time he laid his hands on foreign guns. On their way back to Nagaland, they carried weapons and amenities provided which weighed more ...

Revisiting the home of my childhood

I was two years old when we moved to our new home. I remember the mustard field stretched wide towards the mountain, which always felt like the end of the earth to my little mind back then. Our new home was quite secluded from the other residential colonies, we had only four households with vast acres of land all to ourselves to play, plant fruit trees, rear animals and so on. Since my parent’s jobs required a lot of transferring, we got to stay in this new place only for five years. But those five years were one of the most vivid memories I have of my childhood.        The early mornings and evening sunsets were my favorite highlights of the day. There was something about early mornings—the crowing of the rooster, the smell of fresh dew, birds chirping, the aroma of chai coming from the kitchen, feeling the fresh air and watching the clear blue skies—that made me want to live for the rest of the day. And then there were the nostalgic evenings with the ...

Papa is gone

This is a short story i wrote for my Creative writing assignment in class.        The rooster crows. It’s 5.30 in the morning and the sun is yet to rise. I look out of my window to see the far-stretched mountains half-hidden by clouds. It is the same beautiful view I see every morning. But nothing is the same today. Papa is gone. If he were here, he would have come straight to my bed, woke me up and wished me a good morning. But Papa is gone.       It’s a cold morning and it feels good to snuggle up in my warm blanket but I am feeling lonely. I just cannot bear to stay in my room any longer. I arranged my bed like Papa had always told me and headed straight to the kitchen. Mama and Ayo are already up and preparing breakfast. There is silence except for the crackling sound of the freshly burned wood, which is supposed to be welcoming on such a cold morning but it isn’t today. Papa is gone. If he were here, he would have sat ...

The speech

OK, i recently gave a speech in my college. And i have been requested to put it up online. So here it is...Its about Nagaland, the Nagaland i see at the moment, the Nagaland  i so love yet the Nagaland  i am so confused about.... “The single story creates stereotypes and the problem with stereotypes  is not that they are untrue but that they are incomplete, they make one story become the only story….Stories matter, many stories matter, stories have been used to dispossess and to malign but stories can also be used to empower and to humanize, stories can break the dignity of a people but stories can also repair that broken dignity…..”-Chimamanda Adichie Ngozi-  The Danger of a Single Story. People, especially mainland Indians, have only a single story of Nagaland. No, in fact they have different single stories. They associate the Nagas with headhunting, Hornbill festival, Rock music, fashion and yes, Conflict. Nagaland the land of myths, where life is one long...

She did not kill herself, RACISM killed her.

A few days ago, Dana Sangma-a student of the renowned Amity International- killed herself. She had been sent out of the exam hall after the invigilator caught her with a cell phone. That is what i have heard so far, I don't know Dana and i don't know why she brought her cell phone in the exam hall but i feel there was something more. And there was the case of Richard Loitam who was killed by his hostel mates in Bengaluru.Their deaths is an outcome of what most of us -'chinkis', 'aliens-in-our-own-land'- faces everyday in Delhi, Bengaluru or any metro cities.        RACISM  is a blot to the famous 'Unity in Diversity' tag, a blot to the world's largest Democracy- government of the people, by the people and for the people- where there is a clear inequality among its citizens. For many of us, the 'chinkis', who lives in metro cities each day we have to walk out of our house braving ourselves knowing that someone for sure is going to pass som...

Spring Obsession!

  Spring, my favorite season, just arrived and here are a few things that i am loving. The Buddhist Bauharia Orchid tree, the flowers of plums and peaches, are in full bloom all over Nagaland, that too in pure pink and white hue. My cousins' cute Guinea pigs (2 of them) gave birth to 8 little baby guinea pigs and the 10 eggs of the hen in their backyard just got hatched and out came 10 little brownish yellowish chicks...Perfect timing i say!! So every morning as soon as i wake up, i go straight to my cousins' backyard and watch these little bundles of joy. Its an interesting observation, you see. The mother hen has already started taking her chickens for daily morning walks and guiding them how and where to get food. And about the guinea pigs, i find them very stupid and clumsy (esp the mothers) and irresponsible.While the pups try to suck the mothers' milk, my observation till now shows that the mother either shies away or does not care or rather they are scared of me.Anyh...