Kangleimaichou

Europe can be declared sunk in crisis and now groping for remedies, America is still struggling and could possibly soon return to protectionism out of desperation to fix problems, particularly the rising unemployment. Then there is the challenge from an unstoppable China with whom almost every nation is eager to improve their ties and those who haven't done so are willing to initiate. Unlike the western tactics of carrots and stick ,China has been dealing with the poverty-stricken African nations under the glare of torrential Western criticisms. Could it be jealousy? Could it be the rise of a long-considered looming threat they have long dreaded? The healthy European Union members will soon be dragged down by the ailing ones, Britain which seemingly was considered to be on the path of recovery is now crawling and its once-mighty colonial power is less formidable than it could display in Falkland. It will take time for America to bounce back and if it does, whi...

She gushed in and filled up the just-vacated slot: the lady announced with authority, extracted from the understood acceptance of her giggle, that the team should now dig up SKK's nude images since one corner of the site wasn't getting viewers. Some tried to groan but couldn't make it heard, and some jumped forwards to bark that they would be willing to do so. Sensing that the team was going to work quietly she returned to the borrowed system, though it was a computer she liked to call it system, only to see a message from Doggy Biswas asking why the news on small BB's operation wasn't filed. He also expected some images of the star from his heydays. The demands were distributed and she again sat squinting her eyes browsing for displayable flesh, her Korean phone glowed. From the manner in which she answered the call it sounded like she was someone who had lived in the States for years and had picked up an accent, but it was only the beginning and what follow...

Looking from behind where she was seated in a recently upholstered office chair, she could have been mistaken for some arousing feminine personality. She was at a desk, the lady with the managerial position sitting opposite the man with a constipated face had just left since her teenage daughters kept calling. She had promised them a film. The face was smooth but it looked as plain as a white sheet which could easily be dirtied. Though she was in her late thirties she had no lines on her forehead nor any trace of dark circles around her eyes. She looked as fresh as any frozen fruit, but such freshness in a person doesn't represent anything good, since such plainness only reflects an unaccomplished life without any experience of emotional turmoils, also an absence of tryst with intellectual pursuit.  Her squinting eyes were scanning for news which could be copied and imported into a software which enabled her to disseminate online news sandwiched betw...

I can look at happy people through my eyes but their happiness only brings back the moments which I couldn't relive. I've diverted to something imaginary, a world where I can undo my erroneous past, a past that still imprisons one, silencing the flow of ideas. I had a place to go to when I was tired, I knew where I belonged. There was satisfaction and that allowed me to dream, which could make one hopeful, at points encouraging the dreamer to go beyond the beyond. It was my world, yes, I could once call it mine and seemed so permanent. Soon it changed its texture reduced me to a secretive man walking under a glaring sky with hands across the chest hugging the secrets, as though those secrets are the reason behind the survival of one’s life. Now standing in the room where we once caressed each other, looking at the things which we both bargained and collectively owned it; the bed cover where her fading scent lingers; the curtains on which her taste for colours hangs; ...

The Baldy, The Spiky, The Stringy and their famished-looking wealthy disciples glancing at the desperates whose incarnation of rage is always available, behind the stage there the crème de la crème working on speeches and powerful phraseology, from their appearance they appear the linguists, the political scientists, and so and so, who have volunteered with the hope that they too will be the ferocious pundits. Whereas the heavy old man surrounded by infuriated young lads wait and see in their intense anger. They all stand on this key-shaped part of the world battling on the spacious side of the key. The Baldy was once a good chum of papa, the Spiky once the papa’s mentor, but papa outwitted him, the Stringy a frail walker, rendered by his age but behind them are his ferocious bookworms, all are clean and disciplined chaps. They fought and asked papa to join them, then they fought the papa, now they are egoistically fighting his innocent children who are inspired by papa but failed...

Dull eyes behind white-frame eyeglasses, hair gelled up like a Korean star, chubby torso wrapped in white cotton shirt, stodgy legs hidden in Levi’s jeans. He leans against the wall of the train packed out with alike, slings of the handbag over his shoulder and the white handbag with “I love so-so place”. The rolled up sleeve on the left side exposes the Rolex watch, which he has bought on down payment, 5000 bucks each month. In his left hand he holds a thick comic book, his insincere eyes which have been unintelligently glaring at the pictures through the white-framed eyeglasses, sometimes, roll up to examines at the ladies who also, sometimes, move their glances from the cacophonous TV advertisements to his down- payment- watch and his funky Korean hairstyle.  He knows that their eyes run between his hair and his watch. He also knows that when his latest mobile phone rings emitting the loud but modern western number he has to unplug the white i-pod and has to answer th...

It comes as no surprise as the glorified faces and their victims are churned out from certain camps guarded by can-wielding so-called educator whose reliable methodology is to opt for maximum reliance on enforcing the magical outcome of the materials. The petrified brats cower down and kowtow for the lashing on the exposed parts of the obese bodies is unbearable. Besides there are the inexpensive twanky and expensive mumbling educators effortlessly screaming at the top of their voice, injecting what the brats find rather despicable. Their intellectual exploration is confined to visualization of what is startlingly visible, whereas the can-wielding revered educators excel in backstabbing and deep analysis of talismans, whereas the twanky educators restrict their endeavours within their cliquish territory, differently the mumbling ones practice with their chins on the edge of the stage where the willing birds h...

It was obvious in a stagnant remote corner of the world ,which was under colonial yoke for centuries and abandoned before they could even start thinking of their own, just like abandoning toddler to live its own life, to consider that much superior. He knew the pervasive importance of it since in some of the mushrooming towns of houses roofed with corrugated sheets people displayed it by holding a copy of the Bible in English even though they could hardly comprehend and there were also times when the preacher was asked to do the sermons in English because the folks wanted everyone to use the civilized language. Years after when he realized that his face was rustic and the softness of it had disappeared, then it occurred to him that he was already in his thirties and he found it difficult to recall the pictures from the past, they appeared blurred and he couldn’t re-enact those nostalgic pictures unless he had run into someone who belonged to those days. Then the news of people gett...

There was always so much for a kid to do: the green playgrounds were always available, the streets guarded by old and gnarled trees were always free for anyone to ride a bicycle. It was the kind of place where a child could grow up uncorrupt and insulated from unwanted influences. The unpolluted village cloistered by old and gnarled trees and edged with a canal, its surface painted with lotus flowers, their swaying leaves above the water and the trembling ones still on the surface.   To go beyond the place, the concrete bridge  with iron parapets would have to be used and after it would be the narrow Imphal-Moreh Highway. But for those who always woke up before the sunrise to work in the lowkol( paddy fields ) or in their ingkhol (kitchen gardens), they had enough in their hands to hold them back to their houses and in the fields till late afternoon ,and when all works were over the cattle would have to be taken care of. So, it was only young who would cross the b...

“The world must be all fucked up when men travel first class and literature goes as freight.”  ―  Gabriel García Márquez Some of the recent farcical events make you think that what we as a proclaimed-democratic nation is one of the biggest jokes, sending a dreadful message to the sensible people that rationality, which was seemingly sprouting, never exists and criticisms, on which the whole idea of a democratic state is  supposedly built, could never enter our minds even though we get to see it everyday in printed form. One needs not look that far to comprehend why this deep farce and its outcome apparently runs counter to every aspect of humanity. Some could say we have outpaced our peers and from the point where we are as a recognised emerging global superpower. Just like the once-drug paddler-turned special contractor and now an untouchables politician whose brutality and wealth is to be acknowledged. Enter a high school and ask the senior students w...