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tribes of the Uttarakhand areas
also.See there is also some bad custom and tradition in all the societies which
have made some deep rooted impact.But today this is no more practiced and only
matter of joking with same class.
Say I am in the 18th
rank of the genealogy made by the KAWA- Karko Aao Welfare Society, who are sons
of common descendants of great Ato/forefather karko.And Sri Ninong Erringji
Hon`ble M.P and MOS Govt. of India is in
the 17th rank.That is I have to address him as Chachaji/Uncle and
have to respect him.
And each rank was allowed
to take liberty with the wife of each rank only;honestly today this culture is
confined to jock as non does it now;may be barring in some interior places
where here is Valentines day all the year.But earlier also the Person is heard
to have always cared for the concubine;she was not seen as mare play game.
And earlier there is also
report of a short of night club called Moshup where the Boys and Girls used to interact.And see the older Peoples seems to have married one whom them loved at
first cite;and unless the batch of spoiled Graduates from the Shillong and
Guwahati arrived this clubs was perhaps running successfully.
Earlier there where too
many jungle animals and birds to savor;that today also most of my family
members seems to have developed gastritis for over eating meat.As father
made sure all the meat went
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Inside our throat as he watched over
like an eagle.My mother was always upset about father purchasing cartoons of 12
bore bullets for hunters.
And the hunters who
where given bullet and sometimes even our gun; always made sure that the
portion of meat always reached our dining table. And at that time the killed
birds where honestly our toys;as birds of all the shape and size used to be
seen in the evening around the fire place.
Thus the Childhood memoirs
are completely different from other part of the world.We used to spend our time
more in angling and hunting with our catapult as this was all taught to us from
day one.And once when my youngest sister Topi favouritely called as Mina was
inside mothers womb father shot a crow.And after my sister was born there was
black sign in her leg.
This is called
Chinam/curse in our Galo language and as
such during pregnant time hunting is forbidden here.Father had to also face the
consequence of terrible mistake committed by him.As when once my house was
caught in fire the Publics feared to come and save the important properties as
the gun bullets where flying everywhere.
And this fire
accident seems to have been too much for my
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mother also to bear it and she
started not feeling well and felled sick and was always seen crying as she had
lost many precious traditional material`s.My relatives like Abo Tobi Bam now married to Sri Tabom Bam I.A.S Secy.Inter state Govt. of India ,abo Jyoti
Nguba and abo Gomo Kato CDPO Govt.of A.P and SSB officers where always seen
trying to comfort her but invain.
The Peoples where very
simple and used to take the issues very seriously then.As this part of the land
seems to have been completely isolated from the world and this Holy fusion with
the environment since time immemorial made the common Publics facing pathetic
condition specially in there Bus journey.
The Bus was a halluva
lot of a smelly place and most of us end up vomiting as we seems to had little
immunity against this pungent odour of Diesel.And it was also worst thing for
me when I was taken to be joined in the boarding School of RKM School as rising
early in the morning and having to be satisfied with small breakfast,lunch and
dinner was bit too much for us.
The RKM school
days was mix reaction of happiness and bitterness for us.The small kids we were
very much harassed by the seniors there and we used to wept for missing the
parents.And from this days itself I had the feeling that the God was very close
to me as He was my sole
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solace.As in times of worst problem
also He was the security perhaps it was my faith to have so much sadness in my
life but to feel God`s presence also.
See from the aim of orphan
school for the poor for RKM also the
economic gain ultimately seems to have become also the motto.And this seems to
have increased the students and with it mental tensions and burden in a
populous hostel.The never ending hunger in school days was too much for us God
knows where those hunger have gone now.
My Childhood friend is
Mikar Gamlin.I remember meeting him in the dining hall sliding with his white
shocks on.It was a platonic relationship and we are still friends;and sometimes
I also wonder weather I have not inherited his introvert character which was
needed more when my perfect time was there to propose a girl friend in College
days.
Yet
everything is destiny;marriage is made in heaven only.My other close friend was
Sri Tumpak Ete who is now very ill and I am requesting your all prayer support
as he was such a nice Guy.
Among the class mates
Sri Lemli Loyi was the best pampered student by the teachers.And he have also
been successful now being the Manager of the NEDBI if I am not wrong.And Vijay
Verma is seen working in USA other meritious student Durik kamduk is Executive
engineer;thus the
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young generation students must be
also studious in there life as there is no alternative to hard work also.
The class mates were very
fond of me and many a times we proved as perennial headache for the
Institutions as one`s we organized a drama called kalyug ka Ramayana which made
the Institutions to call Ram Sir for questioning.As the script shown to him was
changed overnight.And the funny Ram Lila is heard to have landed some students
to medical for there excessive laughter also.
Though I was named as
Director but in fact it was a commulative revenge by the class VIII students
against the managements favoring class IX in football match final.I suppose I
was spared only because my own relative was a Hon`ble Chief Guest. And this RKM
School days was the time to make good relationship also.Pritta Dutta,Nimisha
Rawat, and Kiran Singh used to tie me Rakhi and till now I have brotherly
feeling for them.Kiran is now in Toronto and Nimishas parents also loves me
very much.
From the day one
I was interested in playing football and this was the playgrounds in RKM where
all my depressions where ventilated.The teachers I am indebted to today also
is- Ram Sir,Sr.P.K Roy sir,Jr. and Sr.S.K Tripathi sir and Jaha Sir etc.The P.T
Sir and Pegu Sir also made a permanent imprint in our life.The foolish ones
seems to have
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developed H Shape for hearing his more
demand for making maximum push up in the morning.
Among the numerous
Swamijis Gautma Nandji is most respectable as he had a divine aura about
him.But the way the students where made to take Ratta of the lesions only to
get good marks was bad.I think what is important is what later student achieve
in there own life.
Plus there was less guidance about
the future visions and honestly in our College days we had to face the
consequence;we where like Broiler chicken just placed with the normal Hens ;as
things in Delhi was so much for us.Honestly PAO TALE JAMIN KISAK GAYA
THA,e,i-the earth shocked especially after seeing the rock show.While everyone
thought the NE students were like westerners but in our case we were more Hindi
expert then the others also.
But in many ways
this RKM also helped me to shape my future course of actions and I have to
acknowledge that what I am today is to many extent due to it.The problem with
some People seems that moment they take other religion they seems to hate the
previous one`s;it should not be that.
As all are like our
Guru and deserve equal respect also.As the Swami Vivekanaadajis message seems
to have been infused in my blood veins this
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hunger for spiritual truth.Specially
His clarion call-``Up Indian wake up and conquer the world with the
spirituality``seems to have touched me.
And see once upon a
time my memory was also not bad.As memorizing the Chicago address of the Swami
Vivekananda was not an easy thing.But yet I managed it.After class X I left RKM
as I developed a difference of opinion with one swamiji; as he insisted I make
ratta of notes.And he may have been right as well;but may be God had other plan
for me.And after doing class XI from the Basar Govt. H.S.School.completed my
class XII from the Govt.H.S.School Aalo.
The most memorable
moment in the RKM was the Subroto cup final;here we could have won only for the
injustice as many good players of our side was removed in the Semi final on the
over age ground.As the final was against the Madhyam Gram School of the West
Bengal so the Bengal lobby seems to have done this trick.As the air force of
Delhi which was organizing it was filled with Bengalis;one have to definitely
learn positive communal ism from them.
And at that time there
where less aware Arunachalees in Delhi also.In todays time may be the Hon`ble
H.C or S.C may have been prayed for justice in case of injustice in this
national level games also.But there was also reason for the organizer`s to be
upset about as there was a unnecessary
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fight from one of my team side in the
mess. A day before also;and honestly this anger was really unfounded also.
My
father was a innocent man;though he pretend to be tough from outside a very
clean man saying what he wants to.And so all respect him in the Basar town as
he alone calls spade a spade and thinks and speaks same thing everywhere.I
seems to have inherited his uprightness to some extent.
My father`s innocence seems to have been exploited by his own close friends also as he was short of a
Land Baron.My family is waiting to see the outcome of our fathers past good
deeds also.And even those political leaders and there families for whom my father
and mother have suffered like
anything;will they also look us back in our own times of troubles also?
Lets hope for the best as
in historical time all may be changed for good also;as this days even if the
greed have increased and corruption and nepotism but the Peoples awareness
also.But have to accept that Sri Eken Ribaji Ex-Hon`ble Cabinet Minister only
seems to have still certain amount of respect for my father for his earlier
help to him.
And also my
village relatives have always stood by us like the musician in the Titanic
movie who played music till there last
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breadth.And lately Sri Tabom Bamji
I.A.S is heard to be appreciating me in my mission to bring good leadership in
the 29th assembly constituency Basar.If this is truth will be a
major change in rich Publics outlook also;as Bam Saab command good numbers of
supporters also.
And thus in new situation I
need to be more secured also as from many front encouragement are coming
knowing fully well that I have no money for my own family also.My father was a
great Social thinker; he did not wanted to live merely;and wanted to be
remembered for his good works.And he is one who have same thinking,believe and
action.
But the best memorable thing my
father did was in helping in finshing the NH -52 road in late 1970`s,he told me
once he was given one chen which is equal to 30 Mtr.only as a contractor in this road;and from the money
he set to make the Govt.quarters in Daporijo town from there went to work in
Zero Platue.
And told me that the large
Village in Ziro was a sudden and amazing cite for him when he and late Gohen
Bamji reached there; he told me that he taught angling to the Apatanis living
in outcurst who where seen very scarred lots at that time.As earlier there was
regular inter tribe wars in those area and the outsiders seems to have been
seen with suspicion.And he was the one who brought horses.And ride it like
genuine Western country Cow Boy with can made white cow boy cap.
May be my fathers true love
for my mother seems to have
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encouraged him to clear many
hurdles;as he may have needed money to buy her out from the old Galo marriage
practice.Where the already married wife have to be buy out with much money;as
my mothers previous husband had died and his Kombo villager`s where refusing to
let her go.
As my father was the
most successful business of the Basar town in those days and it is due to my
mother cooperation alone;as both seems to have loved each other dearly.The man
who helped my mother in the Bango level Keba in the Aalo town of the West Siang
Dist.Arunachal Pradesh Sri Boken Eteji was telling me once;that for helping my
mother.He was even targeted by the Kombo Village Priest who was made to perform
a ritual called Donyi Bonam where the hated person`s soul was offered to Sun
god as sacrifice.
Regarding this Boken Eteji
told me that in his dream the sun god refused to accept the Boken Etejis soul
by saying that he was his own son.And the opposite thing happened the man who
tried this evil witchcraptcy on him he himself died.As my mother was in right
position and perhaps Sri Boken Eteji was also right in trying to save her.This
is according to his version;thus God seem to have been always there in this
Society also.
This great man Boken Eteji was
also instrumental in the completion of the NH-52 Highway road completion from
the Aalo to Likabali in about record 3 yrs.And that too for mare Rs.500/-per
mile.He exhorted all the
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