Hey guys! I was reading this list of the interesting writings from our great fellow manipuris. Man, I tell you its really nice to read and it takes me somewhere far away.....

And then I thought, why don't I write something about me.How I grew up with my life. phrase some canny memories, you know what I mean..

As a kid, I grew up in this little town call Khurai Kongpal.

Right from playing marbles, swimming in the river, jumping down from the trees, and even trying to impress the girl living not far away from my house- by jumping down from a 1'st storey building on the sand. Being driven and beaten up for swimming on the flooded waters..and what not.. Playing peisa kakpi..yen kaonahanba....

Still I manage to top my school days, read out loud for the class..stealing bidis from the grandpa and smoke the fume out like a MAN..oh I can smoke..it was all fun..

Ran like a horse to my room and picking up some book and started reading when I hear my Dad's biking sound coming home ..my Dad's bike sound was a rather a unique one or I am so much abosorbed in my sensitivity that I can tell he is coming..

Then, I think they cannot tolerate me keeping at home and making lots of lots of friends..good and bad but good friends..they decided to put me in some boarding school far away from home.

I was excited and also at the same time unhappy to leave home and leave everyone.

But I have to move on..Life goes on ...At 6:00 am the bell rings rings rings..then you hear a man shouting wake up, wake up.you run hard and brush and then ...

I think I spent most of my times thinking.just thinking about home.not many good friends and all new faces..missing home..you know.I kept thinking about home.but I studied harder and I top the class and on my nine standard - family day., my parents were so proud to see me announce my name and winning some prize..

10'th class comes- I was really missing home, festivals,..yaoshang shen khaiba..

I wanted to go home..but it wasn't easy..but somehow I managed to go home, a long leave..sick leave..I still remember the day when I said I am not feeling well and want to go home, they took me to the school doctor and found out that nothing was wrong with me..:)

Back to homeland, with good dishes and again meeting up the old frens..you know I tell you, things get changed so fast, people get changed..and I also changed.

I wanted to join the underground groups and stand guard for the people, of the people of Manipur and sacrifice for them...I used to think that the undergrounds are filled with all kids and therefore, its going to a wrong direction..

Collecting money from people, collecting shoes/watch etc from the shops..etc(1994-95).. I was not happy about it and also wanted to understand them. So I decided to join the army..

to be continued...