Now that the year 2005 has gone, leaving behind many sad events. It
won't come back anymore.
For the whole three hundred and sixty four days,
every night I dreamt of peace the very next day, ironically every
morning I woke up with another sad story.
Being a writer I couldn't do
anything but cried without tears in my eyes and so my poor pen who always
asked for, "Give me more", to started crying and starts writing another
sad story.
For me too, the year 2005 was not that good but somehow it has
transformed me into a complete different man. I was hospitalized two times and
there were some moments I thought I am going to die.
Even the doctors
examining me were sure about me. Luckily I survived, I was diagnosed
with some minor infection and so I am back on my track again.
God has given me another chance to live, a reason; yes there must be a
reason to live.
I look up and see the clear blue sky, watch the nature,
its beauty, greenery surrounding and all the beautiful lovely people.
Every morning from the roof top of my house I look around, I could see
the beautiful gentle Cheirouching with nicely crafted in cursive the
letters U.F.O on top of it, the wonderfully tall radio station tower, all
high rise buildings with many newly installed mobile phone towers and
so on.
Then I started my routine walk, I watch and observed people from
all walks of life. Teenagers going for tuitions, little girls giggling
happily with youthful happy go, lucky expression on their faces, young
boys speeding their bikes, colorful dresses.
In the evening I walk
along the Kwairamband bazaar, watching vegetable sellers, old and young
ladies selling their goods, negotiating with many customers, dimmed lights
of candle and kerosene lamps lined up in front of them, what a sight,
all these beautiful, lovely people.
God create us all, to live and die, yes we must all die one day but
there must be a reason, a reason for our creation, a reason to live or die
for. Let that reason be a meaningful, responsible, sensible one.
Why all these killings? Why all these hatreds? Is this what we are here for?
The meaning, the purpose, the reason. Shall I continue writing all
these sad stories?
Shall I write about Manorama? Shall I write about
Sharmila? Shall I continue writing the plights of many sad people? My
overused pen is no more asking for more but crying for more.
I am a writer and somehow I shall continue writing. I welcomed this
year 2006 with hope and dream of peace, love and the feelings of
fraternity among us.
No more killing, no more hatred, no more feeling of
segregation, no more polarization.
Peace! Peace in Manipur. Peace everywhere.
Let me wake up another peaceful good year.
Let me wind up for now my usual way with this few lines from legendary
British singer and social activist late John Lennon,
"Imagine there's
no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...".
Alberto Mangsatabam, a resident from New Delhi, contributes regularly to e-pao.net
The writer can be contacted at [email protected]
This article was webcasted on 10th January 2006.
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