Category Archives: People and Places

By Bobo Khuraijam With all its wit and might the babus and the bheiyas were gearing up to celebrate. Having little to lose and yet nothing to gain, fishermen who have dwelled on the phumdis of Loktak lake aired their … Continue reading →

By Bobo Khuraijam Pretentiously enough, Leipung purportedly went into a hiding. We wanted to fashion an identity which would stand out from the crowd. The hangmen on the highway tightening the noose around everyone’s neck helped us fathom an imagination. … Continue reading →

By Bobo Meitei We were not stopped nor the notion of frisking us hadn’t crossed their minds, instead the armed commandos directed the way till the door of the legislature. The influential man with me didn’t consider it necessary; he … Continue reading →

“Don’t come to university campus in shorts again!” the bamboo can- wielding security guard standing next to a bunch of stern IRB personnel shouted. I couldn’t help laughing, but at the same time I also wanted to know the reason … Continue reading →

From the bicycle rickshaw I could see the Victorian building of the country’s best college. They said it had been rated as the best in several discipline for several years. I didn’t go to a good college, nor did I … Continue reading →

By Nameirakpam Bobo Meitei What hope does a state give to its people? The hope that their state is altogether a different establishment in which every individual can claim his or her rights, and if this state turns out to … Continue reading →

A poem by Bobo Meitei on the unchanging nature of people, and how degraded we all have become, though we all say we living in a modern world. The beasts Trenches have been dug, Deeper trenches have been dug. More … Continue reading →

The working men in the opposite buildings return home honking ,though it is almost midnight, and soon they have gone up to their places the burglar alarms break out shattering the just-arrived silence of night. The roaming cattle have rubbed … Continue reading →

This is the story of myself and people of my kind. My name is Roypuri Ranjit Singh from Joypur another name is “The land of jewels.” My father, the most educated man in our town, calls himself Joypur Dorjut Singh, … Continue reading →