Easterine KireSenganglu Thaimei lives in Delhi with her husband. She teaches English literature at a Delhi University college. Sengmei, as she is known to her friends, claims she is not a professional artist, a
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A review – Part TwoGrowing up in Impur where his father Imchaba was a teacher, seven-year-old Lanu Toy witnessed first-hand a tiger hunt by men of Mopungchuket village. They were armed with spears and shields
Easterine Kire A review – part oneUncle Lanu Toy’s biography came in the post yesterday. This beautifully bound book weighing a little more than a kilogram has a warm photograph of a smiling Uncle Toy
Can we? No. Our culture doesn’t teach us to say no, so we find ourselves frustrated after saying yes to too many people. I am struggling right now to complete writing three papers before the stroke of midnigh
Easterine Kire The second Theja Football tournament has just been concluded in Lengrijan. A brainchild of the Grace Covenant church, the tournament drew as many as twelve teams from different churche
Easterine KireLet us look at the Eleutheros Christian Society (ECS) example. The ECS based in Tuensang has been making such a great difference in the lives of the people in and around Tuensang, and is spreading
Easterine KireTime and again, we read of attacks on Christian ministries in other states of India. The Catholic community has suffered the most from these attacks. Church property has been taken from the member
Easterine KireUkiyo is a bookstore opened by 29-year-old Martin Thokchom. Martin has a great love for books and anything to do with the world of books. Established in Imphal, the little bookstore soon discovere
Easterine KireAll those essays we wrote in our High School days on the virtues of Discipline with a capital D, and all those essays we corrected as teachers when it was another generation’s turn to write essa
Easterine KireIt’s very dark today. It is because it has been raining and raining and even at midday which is right now, there is very little light from outside. I feel nostalgic. I remember what we used to d
Contemporary culture has been insisting for quite long that life is for the young and the young at heart. The twenty-first century has created such an unnatural fear of ageing that when a sibling announces his
How much does a kilo of rice cost? I mean, good quality rice. 50 rupees? 60 rupees? Or a kilo of dal? How much poorer will you be if you deduct that amount every month from your budget? Try out the onko because
- The journey of the little Red kingIt rather sounds like the title for a doctoral thesis, doesn’t it? Well, I hope it inspires research work as this is an intriguing, fascinating tale I have been told,
A number of us were discussing a habit amongst our people which is very ingrained and reappears in generation after generation. It is hurtful, and tactless and totally unnecessary. The number of adults who do i
Maps are made by men, of course. To prove my theory, I googled the first map maker and it was a Greek man named Anaximander. He made a map of the known world in 6 Century BC. He is said to have drawn an e
The word ‘enabler’ began to be used with a negative connotation in the 80s and 90s. In those days our society was struggling with alcohol abuse and drug abuse, the latter being new on the horizon. Parents d
This winter there are many reports that the wild apple trees are fruiting abundantly. That can only mean one thing. The wild apple tree has wed and given ‘birth’ to many children. In the village, that is ho
Who owns the domain of storytelling? Is it a male activity or a largely female activity? When a research scholar working on the theme of women affected by the AFSPA, tried to interview women in the villages, th
This may not work at first because we have never looked at stubbornness as a virtue. So that idea will always encounter resistance. It is politically incorrect to be stubborn. The word stubbornness has been use
A few days ago, Aziebu Shaiza sent me a WhatsApp message about the passing on of one of our teachers. Mrs Sulekha Sen had died in Kolkata. It was such a pull from the past, and a sad reminder that we were stead
