This was actually the first I ever laid eyes on the legendary kabow beri – one of the several items that flow into Manipur through the ‘Moreh market’. yes, many may have heard of the Chinese market elsewhere, Tibetan market in Delhi (and elsewhere) but in Manipur, the ‘Moreh market’ is pretty much a brand … Continue reading Finding Kabow Biri in North Delhi
The first blossoms of the apricots must have begun. it is the middle of winter. Winter at my hometown at Imphal (Manipur in India’s Northeast) is cold and dry but sunny. The grass turns yellow. The paddy fields are barren. The trees shed leaves. The mornings are foggy. As the sun begins to shines, the ponds … Continue reading The Apricot Tree
Going through my old folders i came across this photograph that i had taken some years back. I remember how i almost ran out of batteries trying to click this beautiful butterfly. it fluttered around the ixora bush never sitting on them for more than a few seconds, probably finding them lacking or perhaps it … Continue reading Of butterflies, ixoras, camera, guns and the INA memorial
This is a story that I once heard as a child growing up in Manipur. Told to me by a friend who heard it from someone else. Once upon a time, a man was travelling alone in the forest. He had been walking for a few days and he still seemed to be in the … Continue reading Three Wishes: Be careful of what you think!
On the 21st of July, the Bhopal based IGRMS in collaboration with the National Museum, Delhi inaugurated the exhibition of ‘Poubi Lai: the Story of a Giant Python’ under the theme ‘single object exhibition’. The exhibition held in Delhi lasted for more than a month. The central exhibit was a 23 feet long wooden structure … Continue reading Visualizing Poubi Lai
Recently one of my Delhi friends gifted me a woolen bag (samtu khao) with the spear motif. The motif was in red on a luscious chrome green background. She had been on a trip to Nagaland and had picked it up as a souvenir for me. It brought back those green-skirted days of school life … Continue reading A woolen sling bag: thoughts on the life of an object
It was an unplanned trip that day which took us to Wangoo. I had been told about this little village and its presiding deity, Tampha Lairembi, in connection to a study. And it was this connection that took me to the little village. Wangoo is about 63 kilometers by road from Imphal and roughly 19 … Continue reading A trip to Wangoo: the journey, the shrines