Thursday, May 12, 2016

Manipur - 2


Magical Manipur (Part II)
Krishna, our friend, philosopher & guide
                                                                                                . . . S. Balakrishnan
            Krishna was the first Manipuri we officially met after landing at the quaint little Tulihal International Airport in Imphal on 22nd March. Ultimately, he turned out to be like Lord Krishna to Partha (Arjun). Mr. Krishna Kanta Sharma, our guide during the six-day trip in Manipur; turned out to be our friend and philosopher as well.  Like Lord Krishna who helped Arjun to course through the confused battleground, this Krishna helped us to smoothly traverse through the unfamiliar Manipur.
            But throughout those six days we were drilling him with questions and questions - about the language, the social customs, traditions, culture, religion, functions & festivities, beliefs, food habit, and what not!  We even probed him of his personal life to know more about the Manipuri way of life. Maybe he felt a bit discomfort, but did not show it outwardly. He was a cool guy, tall & handsome.
            But Krishna's charming ways did not work with an Ima (mother) who was selling handicrafts near Govindajee Temple. His haggling power proved futile and we had to shell out whatever she demanded. Better Krishna improved his haggling skill; this would come handy post marriage.
            Maybe he had a hearty laugh about silly tourists like us who nagged him with questions, like investigating officials. We were unlike the routine tourists who visit like dumb & beautiful dolls, more interested in taking selfies than observing, and then packing off! It was because of our continued persistence that he also came to know of the olden day temple of Bishnupur built of small bricks, probably influenced by the Chinese style.  He must have become wiser now to avoid such tourists henceforth!
            Our visit to Kangla Fort was a testing ground for his limit of patience. For more than two hours he patiently took us around the fort complex, explaining the monuments and the pre-Hindu temple and the high reverence it holds among Manipuris. He seems to be a pious person, generously offering money at places of worship.
            Thanks to Krishna Kanta, our knowledge of Manipuri has improved; now we know the meaning of at least a dozen Manipuri words - achouba=big, pukhri=pond, macha=small, etc. I hope to write a handy Manipuri-English-Tamil dictionary for tourists!
            We would not have had darshan of Sangai, the mystic dancing deer, but for him. He had thoughtfully brought a pair of binoculars to the Floating National Park. He identified a few Sangai deers for us, almost a kilometer afar, crossing from one patch of overgrown grass to another patch.

            Krishna Kanta is 30, belying his looks. In fact, among us three we had a bet - me on one side and my wife & daughter on the other side. I said he must be only 25, he looks so boyish. But my wife & daughter said people in Manipur actually look younger than their actual age and so he must be minimum 30. They were right and I had to bear the cost of a Kanglasha (the State Emblem) model, costing Rs. 480/-
            They were again right in identifying his first younger brother who was taking part in the group dance at their Aribam leikai (locality). My wife initially thought that Krishna had taken the avatar of a dancer. Luckily this time I did not wage any bet, else I would have lost another 500 rupees. His second younger brother competed in another team. Krishna said he was not very comfortable in shaking his legs & hip.  To our great discomfort, Krishna made us sit on the dais during the cultural competition. Unused to such VIP treatment, I and my daughter sneaked out in the pretext of taking photographs. My wife was forced to enjoy her VIP status. She must have cursed herself for not listening to my advice (it is another thing that she never does) of taking to photography.

            Brahmins do not till the land, we learnt from him. Hence their land near Moirang is on annual lease, out of which they get enough rice for the whole year for the family of five. As the field is at a higher level, irrigating it was a problem, hence only one yield per year, he added.

            'What do Manipuris generally have for breakfast?', we were curious to know. So we probed him gently one morning if he had had his breakfast and what was the menu. Puri & subji is the staple menu for breakfast, he said. For noon, light snacks, and heavy dinner early in the night, he added. Mustard oil is used widely and also refined oil to a lesser extent.  We found it difficult to get curd in Manipur and so we asked him if curd was not a main item in the menu. We saw so many herds of cattle roaming the fields of Manipur plains, but his answer was a big NO.
            At least to cool down the digestive system after such a spicy cuisine, Manipuris ought to take curd or butter milk, its watered version. For South Indians, this forms a part of the main course. When we remarked that Manipuri cuisine was too spicy, to our horror he simply munched one green chilly after another along with boiled channa! But to our surprise, he does not take tea or coffee. What a good boy!
            It was from him we learnt the amazing fact of prohibition in Manipur.  Well, people do manage to get it from military & police canteens, he admitted, besides the local brew, the preparation of which he promised to show at Kakching (I suppose), but could not, due to Yaoshang (Holi) holidays.

            Though nowadays Manipuri youngsters prefer nucleus families, yet they live nearby and the subji prepared is shared among close relatives, adding variety to the menu, Krishna went on. We did not dare to ask him if he would set up his own nucleus family or continue to live in the joint family setup. That would be too impolite, no?

            He leads a Batman & Superman life - working in the night in the local language daily Sanaleibak and assisting his uncle, Shri R.K. Sharma, in running the affairs of  the travel & tour agency Seven Sisters Holidays, during day time. In fact, it was thanks to this agency that we came into contact with each other. Besides looking after accounts, he is an all-rounder there, it appeared.  As elsewhere, drivers played the cheating game while filling up petrol for vehicles and were not very punctual and reliable. Hence he availed leave from the daily newspaper and took up the challenging task of driving the Innova for us, which challenge he must have regretted later!

            Krishna explained the nuances of Naka Theng, the practice of collecting money on the roadside, mostly by girls of all ages and, rarely, by boys. The cool guy lost his temper when there were series of Naka Theng and shouted 'tha-kho' ('down' with the rope). Immediately after Holika dahan, girls would rush out for house to house collection, he pointed out.
            We were excited to know that Krishna Kanta has travelled widely in India, except J&K & Gujarat. Has touched Tamil Nadu, but not visited. Now that we have extended an invite to him, hope he will set his foot on TN soil also. Hence he has a fair knowledge of Hindi and English. Besides, he is a B.A. (Arts) graduate from a Shillong College.  As I am averse to road travel, I was shocked to know that it takes about 16 hours to traverse the 600 km. road distance between Imphal and Shillong! I would be dead by then, vomiting (throwing up) all the way. I was scared even to cover the 106 km. Imphal-Moreh distance and came from Chennai fully armed with Avomin tablets and ginger morappa.
            Our fear of extremism or terrorism in Manipur was unfounded, he assured.  We are Hindustanis (Indians) by heart, though screening of Hindi films continued to be banned, he laughed.  The incidents of terrorism or extremism (whatever one calls it) has drastically come down in the past few years, though differences between the hill-living Christian Nagas and the plain-living Hindu Manipuris in four districts continue to some extent, he explained.  Thus we learnt the geography of Manipur and the societal life also.
            As we returned from the dol jatra celebration at Lord Govindajee temple, he detailed the procedure for the bhajan teams - wherever from in Manipur, each and every bhajan team has to first visit this temple and perform Holi /dol jatra and only then they are allowed to perform bhajan at their respective village / locality.
            We are waiting for an invitation for Krishna Kanta's wedding scheduled in 2018. By then I hope my dream of travelling by train straight from Chennai to Imphal would also materialise. You see, I would be soon turning 60 years and can claim senior citizen concession in railways but not in airlines!   But the front-page news item in The Sangai Express on 29th gives a bleak picture of this project. 
            We did not leave even the dead in peace. 'Do you bury or cremate the dead?' was our rather   awkward question posed to Krishna. He must have squirmed in his seat and the dead must have squirmed in their resting places. "Cremate" was his curt reply. Not to be cowed down by such short replies, I shot my next awkward question about whether he would get fat dowry or he has to pay it to the girl. As elsewhere in India, it is the girl's side which provides furniture, kitchen items, jewels, etc., he said.  Then we can find a suitable girl for our son, we joked. Wedding expenses are sometimes shared by both the sides. Feasts are held in community halls, if the house is not big enough, he went on.
            We still have a few packets of the sweet and sour toffees stored in our fridge. He had bought them for him at the border town of Moreh but gave them to us as we liked the taste. We almost seized it from him. To our disappointment, we could not find it in Imphal shops.
            It was a great learning experience to travel with him, but how Krishna Kanta really felt, we do not know. As he dropped at the airport, he simply smiled and drove off. Probably he had had enough of us! Like Lord Krishna who played the role of Parthasarathy (Partha's charioteer), the modern-day Krishna Kanta drove us around in the Magical Manipur.  Thanks to his knowledgeable and friendly guidance, we learnt a slice of many interesting aspects of Manipur society.  May his tribe thrive! 
                                                                                   …. krishnanbala2004@yahoo.co.in



Manipur -1

Magical Manipur (Part I)
Thagatchari (Thank you), Manipur!
                                                                             . . . S. Balakrishnan
Thagatchari, Manipur, for the magical, mesmerizing, memorable (you can add all the superlatives here) six days of our stay there!  We say this deep from our hearts and deep down from Chennai, Tamil Nadu.
We timed our visit during Yaoshang (Holi) which gave us an unforgettable insight into the religious as well as cultural aspects of the Vaishnavite tradition in all its glory. Despite my initial hesitations because of blockades in some parts of Manipur, the trip (March 22 to 27) was a smooth one, maybe due to the festive mood of Yaoshang  and Easter. Let me first pat myself for choosing this season! This was also an apt season from the scenic point of view - what with pink & purple cherries and orchids in blossom! Yaoshang holidays, however, had its adverse effect on helpless tourists like us, what with all the shops and tourist spots closed down almost throughout those five days. Addicted to reading daily newspapers, it was unbelievable for me to learn that newspaper establishments too had extended holiday of five days during this period.
To our pleasant surprise, wherever we went in Manipur, each and everyone was so friendly; so much so that on occasions we were even treated as VIPs, which status we, as humble citizens, can't even dream of back in the big & bad (?) city of Chennai. We were also happy to note that many people whom we met had some or other connection with Chennai or Tamil Nadu or South India and also fond memories. They even pleasantly shocked us with their knowledge of Tamil language. It was just unbelievable that one gentleman remembered Tamil even after 40 long years! So it turns out that Chennai is after all not that bad a big city. Well, I am really happy. The respect the Manipuris have for South India and its people should be maintained well.
          Just two words about Manipuri cuisine - "terribly spicy!" The credit for spicy food goes to Andhra cuisine, but after tasting Manipuri food I think Andhra food is way below in the rank list. Manipuri people are so friendly and charming, but how come their food is so spicy?!  Fearing this factor, I even decided to skip invitations for wedding feasts in Manipur. The secret is nobody ever extended such an invite!
That being so, I fancied dropping into  the Raj Bhawan in Imphal for a chitchat over a cup of chaai  or preferably coffee with His Excellency Shri V. Shanmuganathan, the Governor of Manipur & Meghalaya. H.E. not only hails from Tamil Nadu but also from Thanjavur, my own native native District. But the gun-toting security personnel scared me off.
A special mention about Manipur is the prohibition policy. Despite being a cold place, it is appreciable that prohibition is in place. However, I learnt it is available from military and police canteens, which should be tightened. Keep it up Manipur!
Our special thanks are due to the tour operators, Seven Sisters Holidays who had meticulously arranged our itinerary along with cozy lodging & transport, despite my nagging questions & doubts. It could be the other way around also; anyhow, it worked well. We are also indebted to Shri Krishna Kanta, the friendly guide who was with us throughout our trip. He also helped us by bargaining in local language while shopping but was unsuccessful in reducing the rate with the tough Ima (mother / woman) seller! Thanks to the staff of Sendra Resort & Classic Grande, our stay was quite comfortable and the food was also enjoyable as it was prepared less spicy as requested by us.
Our fond hope of watching a polo match in its place of origin did not materialise, nor that of watching a Raas Leela performance. Maybe we should have extended our trip by two more days till 29th. This was partially compensated by the Holi dol jatra at Lord Govindajee Mandir and at the house of Kakching MLA, Shri Yengkhom Surchandra Singh. Neither could we 'shop till drop'; I mean the handicrafts & handloom items of Manipur.
Ultimately, our respectful thanks and pranams to Lord Govidnajee who 'destined' us to visit Manipur during Yaoshang, though initially I had 'proposed' to visit Mizoram instead. I proposed, but Lord Govindajee decided! Maybe He thought it appropriate that we, also Vaishnavites, visit Manipur during His most colourful festival.
In total, our stay in Manipur was pure bliss of the highest order. We had eyes full of scenic beauty and religious, social & cultural activities, ears full of religious & traditional music, heart full of Manipuri warmth, friendship & hospitality, and mind full of magical memories of Manipur. We are a contended lot!
A special word about the Manipuri youth - we were overwhelmed with happiness to  watch Manipuri youth participate in traditional dance & music with great enthusiasm & verve. Keep it up, boys & girls!
So, once again, Happy Yaoshang  and Thagatchari (Thank you), Manipur!
                                                                   … krishnanbala2004@yahoo.co.in
         
         

          

Manipur 5

In Search of Handicrafts
                                                                                                            … S. Balakrishnan

            We are a much disappointed and sad lot after our Manipur sojourn because we could not buy Manipuri handicrafts to our heart's content, and because we could not enjoy 'shop till you drop'. The holiday for Yaoshang (Holi) had combined with Good Friday, Saturday and Easter Sunday thus prolonging it into a five-day-long one. From March 24 to 27, until our departure, it was a self-declared bandh for commercial establishments.
            The first opportunity to see Manipuri handicrafts was at Bishnupur, on our way from Loktak to Imphal. The tourism website notes that "Bishnupur is also famous for its chiselled stoneware". I was thrilled, as I love stone and metal items; in fact I love all types of handicrafts but these varieties are more fascinating than the others.  They will last forever, even after my departure from this 'materialistic' world, and continue to proclaim to the world that I was an art connoisseur. Frankly, I do not want to pretend to be an art connoisseur, especially the hi-fi type, but I am just a simple, mad lover of handicrafts. I have a big heart to love and buy handicraft items with a thin & stingy purse. How unfortunate!
            Therefore, it was natural that my wife took a promise from me in Chennai, even before we kicked off on our trip. I am using 'kicked off' not in its literal sense, believe me! The promise was that I would not go for costly items and that the total budget for handicrafts should not exceed, at the most, 3,000 rupees. I knew it was a paltry sum for both Assam and Manipur, but I nodded my head ambiguously, both sideways and up & down.  I very well knew that she would herself cross the budget limit when she succumbed to something really cute and worth.  So I was not bothered but was ready with my credit / debit cards. We will see when the date for settling it comes, was my attitude. As if my wife's torture was not enough, my mother telephonically warned of any extravagant spending on such 'wasteful' things as there  were more 'useful' and major expenditures on the waiting, like the weddings of our son & daughter.  'And, remember, you are about to retire', she practically threatened and killed the joy of shopping.
            Fascinated by the information about chiselled stoneware, we started our hunt but found none. Then a shopkeeper enlightened us that that was ages ago. Now, only clay dolls were being made. Even these, he added, were not available as they had been packed off to Imphal for the Yaoshang (Holi) mela there. As a consolation prize, we could bag only miniature items in bamboo, like fishing trap baskets, pitcher, plates, winnowing pan, baskets, etc. So small but perfectly woven and finished as if Lilliputian items had come alive! Very cute ones, I must admit. As there was power disruption (due to rain?), we could not thoroughly explore the inside of the shop. The rain also prevented us 'hop shopping' from one shop to another.  Instead of stoneware, we settled for earthenware - a small clay pot and a clay smoking pipe (for cannabis, I wonder).
            Taking this small shop as a cue, we were wondering what an amazing variety would be available in Imphal, the capital city. We were not aware that this would be our first and last handicraft shopping experience in the whole of Manipur! Blame the Yaoshang holidays!
            Panthoibi, the State Government's handicrafts emporium, was closed for Yaoshang holidays throughout our stay. It was a consolation for us even to see its name board above the closed doors in Paona Bazaar. Every time we ventured out of our hotel or returned, we would press our guide, Mr. Krishna, to pass through Paona Bazaar, the commercial hub of Imphal, with a fond hope of finding Panthoibi or any other handicrafts shop open, but no luck at all.  Our mad hunt for handicrafts must have made Mr. Krishna eternally allergic to these three words - handicrafts, Panthoibi and Paona Bazaar! Even the phone number given in the tourism folder had changed. On our persistent dialing, someone at last picked it up on Saturday only to break the news that it (2451495) wasn't the number of Panthoibi Emporium but that of IDBI bank.  I would love to loot Panthoibi, not IDBI.   
            Alas! Even the private handicrafts emporia listed in the tourism brochure were all closed. At least they could have opened for a half a day on Saturday forenoon; we were literally cursing them for not being money-minded and enterprising. If their attitude was so, why blame the govt.-pampered Panthoibi? They have not even bothered to change their phone number details in tourism info.
            The famous all-women Ima Keithel (Mothers' Market) also belied our expectations. No curio, antique or handicraft shop, except a few selling clay items.  Among this, the one that we regret having not bought is the pre-Hindu deity of Wealth. We did intend buying it, though mistaking it as an Ima seller, but were looking for a smaller, lighter version.  Ultimately, the Goddess of Wealth slipped out of our hands. However, we bought three little agarbathi stands of clay, so smooth and fine, for just ten rupees.  Maybe we could use them to welcome the Goddess of Wealth as and when She decides to appear in our home. Sooner the better, but better late than never.  I am surprised to learn that generally Manipur pottery is crafted without a potter's wheel, which is rare indeed.
            Yes, there were dolls dressed up in local costume in Ima Market but their facial features were Western, resembling Barbie dolls, hence rejected by us in toto.  We had no time to visit the Naga areas, though we t passed through them on our way to Moreh and back. So, as a tribute to the valiant Naga community of Manipur, we carried miniature models of two pairs of spears; instead, I would love to carry life-size ones. A handcrafted lice comb (Rs. 50) was also added to our shopping basket at Ima Keithel.  Thumb-sized grey clay bar with 'Hare Rama, Hare Krishna' embossed on it in Bengali script of Manipuri language is definitely a curio collection. I suppose this bar is used by Vaishanavite devotees for applying religious mark on their forehead.  
            More disappointment was at store for us at the stores on either side of the Indo-Myanmar border. The Moreh market on Indian side, described as a shopping paradise, had only all sorts of modern items whereas we had also expected Myanmar handicrafts.  I prefer and tend to use the old name of Burma which is easy on the tongue also; as they say old habits die hard, especially with an old man like me.  The only solace was a black washing detergent square cake with Burmese 'inscription' for ten rupees! Now I can claim to have a foreign item from Burma, oops, Myanmar.
            On the other side, in the Tamu town of Myanmar, we did pass by a few shops selling metal icons, etc., but Mr. Krishna, our guide, discouraged; he said language barrier was a big hurdle there. We had to submit to his advice with a sad face.   But believe me, the exchange rate was much in our favour - 100 Indian rupees = 1200 Myanmar Kyats!  So we satiated our hunger for handicrafts at the least by exchanging 200 Rupees for various denominations of Kyats, totalling to more than 2,400. The Kyat currency notes have beautiful pictures depicting Myanmar art, culture, religion, lifestyle, etc. Indeed numismatic collectors' pride. Should I proudly declare that I am a humble one among them?  In this respect, the Indian currency notes are a very poor cousin - dull & drab. Can't we compete at least in this sector?
            So, with all other sources letting us down, we had to fall back on the boutique within the four-star Classic Grande hotel where we were put up.  We were desisting buying there till the very last moment as the rates there would definitely be costlier.  No pleasure of bargaining either.  When you stay in a classic hotel like that you have to put on an air of being rich & classic, and avoid direct & cheap bargaining, right?  Thus we ended up buying a Kangla-sha (the mythical dragon which is also the State Emblem) and the coiled snake (a religious / royal symbol), both of wood, costing Rs. 480 each, and panega (attire worn by Manipuri women, waist-down) Rs. 850. My daughter wants to fashion a skirt out of it hoping that it would look gorgeous.  My wife was literally biting my ears to cut short buying there. It was just before checking out. We collected the items, stuffed them into our already bulging baggage and drove off straight to Tulihal airport. I admired their wonderful collection of items, particularly the polo player, Sangai deer, dolls in traditional costume, etc., but could we afford them all? Treating us as rare specimens or even aliens from down South India, I wish the hotel people had presented some lovely & costly items as mementos. Probably they did not have the presence of mind.
            During our visit to Kangla Fort complex, I found a broken brick piece of the old times and was kicking it around. Then it struck me (not the stone, but an idea) that the broken piece could be of archaeological value. This is now sitting prettily in our showcase along with the meager handicrafts that we managed to buy in Manipur. A feather that I found in that vast complex is majestically stuck in it. I am not an ornithologist to identify which bird it belongs to but surely a free-spirited bird of Manipur. By the by, don't embarrass me by asking if I do collect feathers also.
             I am yet to come to terms even a month after our return from Manipur, and yet to come out of the disappointment.  The lovely Manipuri pair of Romeo-Juliet is comforting me. This was bought for Rs. 350 at the mela put up near Lord Govindajee Mandir on Yaoshang day without succeeding in haggling. But the delicately-made pair is worth it.
            Though Manipur is the birth place of both polo and Raas Lila, we could neither watch them nor buy dolls representing these two. In the list of missed out items tops the Goddess of Wealth, one more Kangla-sha (I prefer a pair), Sangai deer, and the snake-boat.  God knows what all we missed buying from Panthoibi and other emporia.
            Don't we all love what comes free? It was a double dhamaka when we got two tourism posters from the Manipur Tourism Centre at Imphal international airport on our arrival. Two lovely posters of the Pung Cholom drum dance posture. A troupe from Manipur had performed this marvelous dance in Gangtok, Sikkim.  The moves were so fast, vigorous and lively that I remember it to this day - 30 years after!
            Two small trays made of the humble banana leaf are another collection from Manipur. They have turned into brown from green but still retain their shape. These were used to serve side dishes when we tried the traditional Manipur lunch. Echo-friendly and biodegradable natural trays. This reminds me of the 'dhonnai' of Tamil Nadu; these are shaped like bowls and made out of dried banana leaf joined by coconut palm leaf's middle stick pieces.  'Dhonnais' are used for serving not only solid but also liquid edible items. And no leakage either. How ingenious of our ancestors!  This was much in demand before the appearance of paper/plastic cups. For better or worse, times are changing, you see.
            Can we manage to visit Manipur again? Or when we visit the other N-E states (still five are left), we can steal some time to buy these items from Imphal. If we could afford we could straight away land in Imphal, shop until we drop, pack off and fly back to Chennai  ... but that is only if we could afford, which is next to impossible.  Sigh! Better luck next time? Well, we need all the luck in the world for another visit to Manipur.  That makes us a more disappointed & sad lot - back to square one!               ……. krishnanbala2004@yahoo.co.in
Courtesy: The Sangai Express, Imphal, dt. 05 May 2016
           

            

Manipur 6

Loktak, the Lake of Disappointment
                                                                                         . . . . S. Balakrishnan
            We were duped by the Manipur Tourism Department. With lot of imagination and expectation we drove to Loktak Lake straight from the airport. Induced by the 'false information' of the Tourism Dept., my daughter was nagging to change our accommodation plan and opt for home stay in a traditional floating house on one of the floating islands! A fantastic experience it would be! Our dreams literally soared on seeing a picture of Loktak printed on the back of Air India's flight ticket. From the air, the sight of green patches of vegetation on gleaming water surface added to our excitement; we craned our neck to see this scenery. I could have spawned a poem on that beautiful sight but, unfortunately, I had a feeling of nausea while touching down (You must thank God).  But what a disillusionment! A passing glance of Loktak Lake as we proceeded towards the Sendra Resort was a plain, bleak one. Neither floating islands nor floating houses, not even one, but only a few floating boats. But then boats are supposed to be floating, no? Else they will be known as submarines, I suppose.
            'The Lake was cleaned up a few years ago', our doubt was cleared by Mr. Krishna, our guide. All the floating islands of vegetation along with the houses on them were removed in toto, he went on. The Lake was gasping for breath as it was getting chocked up with the ever-expanding and ever-multiplying vegetative islands; also, it was getting highly polluted by the floating house population and those living all around it, he explained as we were sadly watching the lake from the hanging balcony of Sendra Resort restaurant. Were they not living there traditionally and would not their livelihood get affected? Anyhow, I am sure better brains must have broken their heads together to take this decisive action for saving the Lake. At the most they could have allowed one or two big floating islands with small families living on it - at least during the day time - for the sake of expectant tourists like us who took all the pain & trouble to travel from Chennai to see this unique lifestyle. Even life-size figures could have been put up in those model floating houses.
            It was past noon when we arrived at Sendra Resort and the water sheet of the immense lake was shimmering like thousands of stars. Here and there a few lonely fishing boats with lonely fishers were lazily dancing up and down the surface. A peaceful sight and a perfect place to contemplate; you can either become a Buddha or a don. It all depends on your mindset.
            When we finished our late lunch it was almost evening.  Can we call it luffin (lunch+ tiffin), after 'brunch' which is a combination of late breakfast and early lunch? Our guide Krishna deserted us to fend for ourselves as he had to pick us up early the next morning. We daringly decided to explore the area on our own. First, let us take a boat ride in the Lake, we concluded and so came down from atop the 250 ft. high Sendra hillock Island situated amidst the Loktak Lake.  There were not many tourists at the boating club; so we hired a small outboard motorboat for ourselves. For 30 rupees per head, it was a circular trip of about 20 minutes with close-up view of a few small floating aquatic islands. 'Could we land on them?' our adventurous daughter enquired, probably for a selfie titled 'Lady Columbus discovering an island' to be instantly uploaded on Whatsapp or Fb. 'No', sternly warned the captain of the boat. 'These are just smaller ones in the process of accumulating and developing; you will sink down. Have a closer look and you can see water patches in between', he explained. As we took a u-turn and proceeded back to the shoreline, we had a memorable sunset behind the hills.  The water reflected deep orange as if someone had played Yaoshang (Holi) and sprayed the colour all over the surface.
            Loktak, the largest fresh water lake in the North-East Region, is 48 Kms. from Imphal. It is also the largest lake covering 61% of the identified wetland regime in Manipur. Loktak is spread over an area of 230 sq. km with a maximum length of 32 km and  breadth of 13 km; its average depth is 2.5 m (more than 8 feet; depth is better understood in foot measure than in meter, at least as far as I am concerned). Islands occupy 2 sq. km. of the lake area. It has a direct catchment area of 1,064 sq. km. The livelihood of about 1 lakh people living in and around Loktak depends on the lake. By tradition, the lake's water has been widely used for fisheries and agriculture.

            The characteristic feature of Loktak and associated wetlands in Manipur is the presence of floating islands, locally called phumdi. They are a heterogeneous mass of soil, vegetation and organic matter at various stages of decomposition. They occur in all sizes and thickness, once occupying almost half of the lake area.  Management of phumdi has been one of the focus areas during implementation of schemes for lake restoration. Mechanical removal of phumdi was initiated in January 2010 by Loktak Development Authority (LDA), and 24.93 Lcum of phumdi has been removed by this method untill a few years back.  A cost effective and eco-friendly method of managing phumdi is by manual flushing through Khordak and Ungamel channels down the Manipur River. LDA has successfully flushed 4.04 sq km of phumdi from Loktak. The removed phumdi are transported to disposal sites and composting yards. Desiltation activities in 14 inflowing streams of the Lake have also been undertaken. So far, about 2,500 community toilets have been constructed in identified villages around the Lake, covering 80% of the intended target.
            As one from Tamil Nadu, I was happy to note that Karunya University, Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu, and another organization from New Delhi, were selected for external monitoring of the Lake in 2010.
            A recent headache is the rapid spread of paragrass; it is a matter of concern for lake management primarily due to its proliferation rate. The species, which used to be one of the several constituents of the wetland, has now become dominant. Its spread and rapid growth in the marsh areas is gradually changing the vegetation pattern with impacts on overall biodiversity. Paragrass is a perennial grass species which can grow in terrestrial as well as aquatic environments. It has hairy stem and leaves. The stem is up to 1-1.5 cm in diameter. The leaf can extend up to 75 cm at maturity. Vegetative propagation from the nodes makes its growth profuse which aids in invading new areas. The plant has been seen to grow beyond 2 meter and laterally to more than 5 meter, which is more than 15 ft., just imagine!  In the terrestrial areas, it dominates other grasses and leads to a monotypic stands. Paragrass was introduced in Manipur by the Veterinary and Animal Husbandry Department (in consultation with National Seed Corporation of India, Guwahati) during 1972-1973 to support dairy development in the state. While paragrass poses a threat to the wetland, the communities have several beneficial uses and do not view it as a nuisance. Paragrass serves as a good feed for milch cattle as well for fish farming in the lakeshore and island villages.
            As we landed from the boat, we saw the youth and not-so-youth having a gala time playing volleyball on the shore.  A few others were seen jogging and walking, in an effort to keep trim & fit. Some had even come from across the Sendra Island, using the bridge as the jogging track. Somehow I could not help envying the pollution-free, joyous atmosphere. I took deep breaths to inhale as much of the fresh air as possible along with the happy ambience and tried to flush out my jealousy. By then it was 5.10 PM and the sun had completely set. A time difference of an hour or even more from Chennai, I noted.
            With such a vast water body, it was natural to expect fish in abundance, more so when Manipuris are so fond of fish. I understand that even Manipuri Brahmins relish fish; it is not a taboo. It is similar in Bengal and Assam also, I found out in Assam. Along the lake edge, Imas (mothers/women) were selling a variety of fish - fresh catch and dried varieties. Impressed by the variety (believe me, we are vegetarians), we took snaps and whatsapped to a friend back in Chennai. She immediately pleaded with us to bring at least 1 kg of a particular variety! We had sent the photo only to tempt her but now we were in a fishy soup. How could we, vegetarians, carry dried fish all along to Chennai? Our whole hotel room would smell, I mean stink, and even the whole plane could stink! No way. Now it was our turn to plead with her to excuse us. Like a fish, we had to wriggle out of the stinky situation created by our own folly.
            Loktak was the first place where we had one-to-one interaction with Manipuris. It was where we learnt, to our surprise, that Manipuris are quite a friendly people even with outsiders /strangers and loved to openly share their thoughts. It was an eye-opener for us, a pleasant experience. We had interesting chit-chat with a lady micro financier, a fruit seller, fish mongers, an elderly gentleman and our guide. It needs to be told separately, so I reserve it for a separate episode. (OMG, another part?!)
            We observed that over-crowded share taxis were the only conveyance even to a place like Loktak which was comparatively closer to Imphal and yet seemed remote and aloof. I do not understand how and why the public put up with lack of public transport.  I was taken aback to see, even in 1986 (40 years back), electric coaches (bus) running from Kathmandu (Nepal) to Pathan, I think. It is time such pollution-free transport service was introduced by Manipur Government from Imphal to other places on need-basis.
            As we alighted from the boat, our hunt for a cup of tea began.  There were a few eateries and paan shops, but tea was not available. This despite the 'false' impression the Manipuri film 'Sanabi' created in me. I had watched this movie in Chennai just a week ahead of our departure to Manipur; in that film everyone was drinking tea and anyone was offering tea! I suggested trying an army canteen nearby, but somehow we could not muster enough courage to get in there. We had read about local antagonism towards the army, and so we decided to sacrifice our evening tea for the sake of respecting local sentiments. I noticed that the petty shops had stacked snacks items from Myanmar. At this point, it was completely dark and so we started climbing back to the resort. It was 6 PM and the full moon was already high up in the sky. Having just watched a wonderful sunset, we were in for a pleasant surprise as the bright full moon rose from behind the dark, slender trees of the Sendra hillock island. We felt blessed!
            The room at Sendra Resort, I must admit, provided an excellent panoramic view of Loktak Lake; it was particularly wonderful in the night. Here I must thank our tour operators, Seven Sisters Holidays. We could watch the scenery through the window, lazily lying on the cot; a still better view was available sitting comfortably in the balcony. This Resort belongs to The Classic Group of Hotels. Probably the Sendra Island is the only solid rock island situated in the Loktak Lake. Hundreds of fishing boats each with a twinkling bulb were bobbing in the water far across, busy fishing in the night. Poor thing, won't they allow the fish to have a peaceful wink of sleep even in the night! As a vegetarian I could not help sympathising with them. These illuminated boats created an image of a floating city. Adding to this was the Loktak Hydro Power Project on the opposite shore that dazzled with lights. 105 MW Hydropower is being generated at this site. 
            For a long time I was gazing at this night view of Loktak Lake as if to drink in all its serene beauty. The fact that the next morning we had to vacate and leave by 7.30 AM to visit the other part of the Loktak, the Keibul Lamjao National Park, forced me to get into the bed.  The earlier we get there, more the chance of catching a glimpse of the mystic Sangai deer, our guide had indirectly warned us.
            Our dream of enjoying sunrise over Loktak - like the sunset and the full moon rise the previous evening - was dampened by the drizzle. I think one should not be so greedy. Whereas Buddha asks us to relinquish our desire, Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev of Isha Foundation asks us to desire for everything. I am totally confused.  But even the drizzle presented another dimension of the lake with thousands of rain drops splashing on to the surface to make impressive circles. As our departure was delayed by more than half an hour by the staff members of the resort, our blood pressure shot up. Despite my informing them the previous night that we would like to vacate sharp by 7 AM and again reminding them in the morning, they could not complete the procedure on time. They blamed the computer and network connection. At last, when the bill was printed, there was nothing to be paid by us at all, as per the tie-up our tour operator had with the resort. Yet we were unnecessarily held back for precious 30 minutes.
            The first time we realized how spicy Manipuri cuisine could be was also at Sendra Resort. Due to our early departure, we had requested them to pack our breakfast which was the staple puri and aalu subji. We had had enough of aalu during our week's travel in Assam and were fed up of it. We would have even loved plain bread & jam but their menu was only oily puri & gassy potato!  With no restaurant worth its name on the way to the Park, we were forced to accept the resort's hospitality. We three of us shared the six puris by just seeing the aalu subji. The whole spicy lot was simply dumped in the bin. If the food was so spicy, how do we survive the next five days? This was our major concern.
            As we arrived at the Park by 8 AM, it was still closed and in a sleepy mood, though supposed to be open from 7 AM onwards. But Krishna managed to locate some staff and persuaded him to open the gate, to our great relief.  We realized how handy it was to have a guide with us. Whereas Loktak was a water sheet, the Park was a virtual green sheet of vegetation as far as the eye could reach, the only floating park and the only home for Sangai, the dancing deer.
            Actually, the Southern portion of Loktak Lake forms the Keibul Lamjao National Park, which is the one of the largest floating wildlife protected area in the world.  It is composed of a continuous mass of floating phumdi occupying an area of more than 25 sq km.  The park is the last and only natural habitat of the most endangered ungulate  ('hoofed mammal' would be easier) species, the brow antlered deer (Rucervus eldii eldii). Also fondly called the dancing deer, it is the State Animal of Manipur and is loved by the Manipur society. It is also the logo of Manipur Tourism Department.
            It is feared that the spread of paragrass, a species of grass, in the Keibul Lamjao National Park has the potential to alter the habitat, specially leading to reduction in food and shelter plants of Sangai deer. It grows to a height of even 15 ft., as already seen above.
            The mystic deer was kind enough to give us a darshan. A few Sangai were seen crossing from one patch of tall overgrown brown grass to another through a relatively low green patch which looked as if a green carpet had been laid. It was almost a kilometer afar. Only my daughter and I could notice this when pointed out by Krishna who is accustomed to such search & sight operation; by the time we could pinpoint the location to my wife, they had disappeared into the other side of the tall grass patch. But her eyes are sharper in spotting sparkling ornaments of other women during weddings, though I try to divert her attention! The mystic deer had just vanished! It was so far off that even with a zoom lens it appears hazy. Hence I did not even attempt taking a photo with my handy digital camera. Better have an eye full of the deer than focusing through the viewfinder, I decided.  Krishna had thoughtfully brought a pair of binoculars but though we strained our eyes we could not see any other fauna, only a few staff of the park rowing a narrow canoe and managing the vegetation growth. A narrow 3-foot canal that wound its way zigzag through the park was the only visible silver line, though the whole of the park is a floating one! Hence aptly called the floating park.
            Besides the dancing deer, other wildlife found in the Park are Hog deer, Otter and a host of water fowls; migratory birds can also be sighted during November to March. The forest Department of Manipur maintains watch towers and two rest houses within the park, it is claimed. Later we noticed a few wild boars and had to satisfy with that.
            Once feared extinct, a small herd of 14 Sangai was surviving in the present park area during 1975. With the declaration of the area as National Park on March 28, 1977, and subsequent protection and conservation measures taken up by the Department, the population has increased considerably. After 20 years, in March 1995, 152 Sangai - 58 stags (male), 69 hinds (female) and 25 fawns were surviving along with 118 Hog deer and 100 Wild boars in the Park. The last census carried out on March 13, 2013 put the Sangai population at 204. Of these, 90 were stags, 86 hinds and 28 fawns. In 2003 the deer population was noted as 180. Steadily increasing! A census was currently on in March 2016 and it is hoped the number would have soared to a happy score.  [If you have the latest census figure, you may pl. insert here]
            The Keibul Lamjao National Park is spread across 40 sq. km. and  is at an altitude of  767m - 788m    with the temperature ranging from  4° C (January) to 32° C (June) with a humidity range of  45% (March) to 80% (August). The forest is classified as moist semi-evergreen type. The Park has an eco system which is a combination of wetland, aquatic and terrestrial. It is situated some 50 km. from Imphal, Manipur's capital. Best season is October to April and best time is early sunrise or late afternoon, but before sunset.  
             Had we come as scheduled, we might have sighted more Sangai, Krishna was rubbing salt into our injured sighting and pride. That was the first chance we missed.  We solaced ourselves with the hope of seeing Sangai at the zoo in Imphal, but it was a hope against a hope. Due to continuous Holi holidays, we missed that chance also. Okay, let us at least carry a Sangai (only a model, not a live one), we thought but that also did not fructify.  A delicate piece of Sangai at Classic Grande Hotel, the only handicraft shop open during our stay period, cost more than a thousand rupees.  Ladies would blindly spend a thousand on a sari but not on a handicraft item. So no permission was granted by my Home & Finance Minister.  The consoling part is we could buy two wooden heads of deer in Assam. The pair cost 700 rupees and has lovely eyes; that is why we describe damsels' eyes as 'mrignayanee - deer-eyed', no?  The pair had, however, caused a rupture in our relationship. My wife objected to buying a pair whereas I insisted and babbled that I always loved to have a pair of "anything and everything". Well, that was enough to raise her suspicion and I am still pacifying her!
            With the floating islands (phumdi) and the people living on them removed lock, stock & barrel from Loktak Lake since 2010, this fact ought to be unambiguously stated in all tourism info. Let no further tourist be disappointed as we were. Yet, Loktak was a mixed bag of disappointment and surprises.
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A brief on LDA (Loktak Development Authority) -
The Loktak Development Authority was first constituted by the Government of Manipur in July 1987 under the aegis of the Department of Irrigation and Flood Control. This Authority is now under the Department of Forest and Environment, to provide for administration, control, protection, improvement, conservation and development of the natural environment of the Loktak Lake and for matters connected with as incidental thereto.
The authority, over the years, has grown into a professional lake management organisation through the experience gained; besides, a systematic process of capacity building at various levels has also been initiated to effectively respond to the challenges of managing Loktak Lake through integrated lake basin management practices. The organizational structure of LDA has become more multidisciplinary over the years. Establishment of Project Management Unit in LDA has strengthened its project management and administration capacity.
The authority is also equipped with advanced equipment and machinery for both land and water management works needed for lake conservation and management. The authority has set up a state-of-art Lake Monitoring Laboratory that monitors the health of Lake Ecosystem based on a set of wide ranging parameters. A network of hydro-meteorological stations has also been set up to monitor the hydrological regime of the Manipur River Basin as a whole. Remote Sensing and GIS laboratory is also the hallmark of LDA as it has been spearheading monitoring of the wetland regime and the entire Manipur River basin, especially the forest regime of such a large spatial dimension. …… krishnanbala2004@yahoo.co.in

Some basic information/ fact have been taken from LDA website



Manipur 4

Naka Theng, the short & long of it
                                                                                                   .... S. Balakrishnan          
            Screech!  Our car came to a slow halt. We were proceeding straight from Imphal airport to Loktak, when our car came to a sudden screeching halt.  I could see ahead a few girls blocking the road.  As Manipur was known for Ima (women) power and also road blockades for one reason or other, good or bad, I was scared. Were they agitating in favour of Inner Line Permit (ILP)? "No ILP, No Rest", warned a graffiti on a tin sheet shed. Can this be classified as a writing on the 'wall'? Of course, this was much later, at the fag end of our trip, on our way to Andro. Or was it Kakching?
             As our vehicle was stuck, we watched some argument going on with passengers of another vehicle a little ahead. In the mêlée, my mind started whirling wildly; notorious for wild and negative imaginations, I wondered whether we would be allowed even to set foot on Manipur soil, my dream destination during Yaoshang (Holi) festivities. Would they pack us off by the return flight itself to Guwahati, probably by the same plane that we just landed from? Under such a circumstance, it would be better if they packed us off to Kolkata; or, still better, straight to Chennai itself. But then how could I claim my LTC bill to Moreh, was my next concern. Will the Pay & Accounts Office people, who are destined to find fault and reject claims, accept my claim only up to Imphal? Will they demand a certificate from some authority that I was not able to proceed to Moreh? In that case, which would be the authoritative authority authorised to issue an authentic certificate - the girls blocking the road or the Ministry for Blockades, if one such existed? Such confusing and bewildering thoughts flashed in my mind within a "nanosecond (ns)". Please, permit me to show off my knowledge by using the word 'ns'. To add spice to my scary thoughts, Mr. Krishna Kanta, our guide, warned us to raise the glass windows of the car.
            But there was no need for such horrifying thoughts at all.  Our guide, Mr. Krishna, flashed a crisp ten rupee note and the blockade was lifted in a jiffy. The girls blocking the road smiled and let us slip through; of course, after collecting the rupee note.
            Was it a sort of extortion by extremist elements? We looked puzzled at Krishna. "No, no, it is Naka Theng", he coolly said. 'Naga ......, what? Oh My God! You mean extortion by Nagas!' we looked further bewildered. Krishna then explained that it was pure fun; a tradition during Yaoshang (Holi) in Manipur when girls, and sometimes boys too, collected money thus to make merry. We understood why he wanted us to raise the window glasses; it was only to prevent us being smeared with colour powder or sprayed with colour water!
            We were greatly relieved at this and joined in the fun, as one group after another of 'pretty' girls blocked our progress to Loktak. We did not mind the 'blockade' or the 'extortion' or the delay, despite being hungry. While boarding our flight at Guwahati, we dreamt of enjoying a sumptuous lunch onboard Air India, supposedly our first onboard lunch. But we were let down; instead, what we got was just a saggy cheese sandwich with untoasted bread and a small packet of juice. They can't be blamed either; it was just a 50 minute flight. We consoled ourselves with the thought of enjoying a sumptuous Manipuri cuisine.
            Our daughter, who was sitting in the front seat of the car, joined in the fun by emptying my purse. She robbed her dad to pay her new-found pals! Adding salt to the injury of my purse, she was also joyfully wishing them 'Happy Holi'.
            Used to this tradition, Krishna was wise and had come prepared with lots of new ten rupee notes and a box full of 5, 2 and 1 rupee coins. I understand selling coins on commission basis is a good business during Yaoshang. Later, during the course of our visit when we fell short of coins, we thought of getting it from the girls themselves. One such girl proved smarter than my city-bred daughter. When my daughter sought change for twenty rupees, the girl handed back only 15 rupees, taking her Naka Theng share of 5 rupees! We got wiser, and the next time we insisted on first getting the change and then handing over the rupee note.
            On seeing the girls, Krishna's heart melted like butter and he lavishly handed over ten rupee notes along with a bewitching smile. It was not his fault that he was named Krishna. So it was natural that he was attracted towards gopikas. Remember, it was also Holi time, Krishna's favourite festival. Ten rupee notes for groups of big girls, 5 rupee coin for small girls, and it was just 2 or 1 rupee coins for kids. He had already dispersed Rs. 300 since that morning, he declared joyously.
            But his joyous mood did not last long. Later, however, he lost interest in the game as numerous blockades appeared and our progress was drastically reduced.  This was particularly very high in Kakching; almost each and every household was holding the vehicles to ransom. What was initially fun and enjoyable had turned into an irritating menace.  In some cases, I could not help thinking if elders were using Naka Theng as a ploy to collect money through their tiny tots. I could see a religious tradition slowly turning into a money making tradition, sort of 'extortion', however little the 'ransom' was, be it even just one rupee.  In a few instances, it was just one kid holding the rope at one end with the other end tied to a tree or post. It was no more a social activity, not a group activity, not a fun activity, but one with hidden agenda, it appeared to me. When there are numerous blockades, there are also chances for some minor accidents, like the rope getting tangled in the vehicle and, therefore, the kids being injured; especially when the drivers get annoyed and start driving ahead without paying the contribution. To our amusement, we saw children buying and licking ice cream sticks, using the collected money then and there. Upset with not being paid, I saw a cute little girl raise her fist as if to hit Krishna. From the expression of some girls and continued argument, I could guess their dissatisfaction.
            As we literally escaped out of Kakching, Krishna was left with a sore throat and an empty coin container. He was repeatedly shouting 'thathav' ('lower' the rope) and appealing that we had already paid on our onward journey to Kakching garden. [I insisted it was 'kathav', but my daughter persisted with 'thathav'.] There were mild arguments too; I never saw Krishna so angry, poor guy! As outsiders, we could not argue with the girls in support of Krishna, not that we knew the local language. We had to just sit and watch the goings on, silently. In fact, Krishna said the accent varied from region to region and he himself found it a bit difficult to follow. We could be mistaken as poking our nose in local affairs.  So I warned my daughter not to throw the coins as Krishna did, but hand it over to the kids. As tourists, we ought to be very careful with local feelings, sentiments and sensitivities, I told her. I am sure Krishna must have sworn never to visit Kakching during Yaoshang.
            On the other hand, while going to Moreh we noticed the incidence of Naka Theng tapering off slowly as we passed through Muslim populated areas first and then the Naga populated hills. Should I add that we heaved a big sigh of relief? Hence our plan to reach Moreh and return to Imphal went off as scheduled.
            It would be better if the society itself regulated Naka Theng; else, at one point, the government might be forced to intervene in the religious tradition. Each street should have only one Naka Theng collection point. The money collected thus should be shared among all the kids living in that street, maybe according to their age.
            At this juncture, I am reminded of the editorial in The Sangai Express which I first read in Manipur. It explained why the daily newspapers had declared a five day holiday during Yaoshang and were not bringing out the issues at a stretch for such a long period, never heard of anywhere in the print media world. It was just for the fear of Naka Theng. The distributors had to shell out a hell lot of money for Naka Theng, hence not willing to collect and distribute the papers, the editorial put forth.
            There is a slightly similar tradition among the Hindu Nepalese of Sikkim. During Dussera (they call it Dasaian, the ten-day festival), on the 3rd night, unmarried girls  go around on a house to house collection drive singing the Bhailo or Bhaili Ram songs. On the fourth night, it is the turn of bachelors; they go around singing Deosi / Devashri Ram geeth to collect cash & kind. The 'kind' could include liquor bottles also. Unless the expected contribution is paid, they would go on a singing & dancing Satyagraha.
            As soon as holika dahan begins, girls would rush out to start their house to house hunt for collection, jokingly remarked Krishna, which fun we missed observing as we were busy winding off from one such venue.  In another editorial the daily has also lamented over the slow death of the "practice of young boys going around for collection of rice and whatever vegetables that may be offered, to round off the Yaoshang festival with a feast among friends ...  or for the chakchanaba at the end of Yaoshang festival". It seems there was also another unique aspect to Yaoshang, that of kids going around for Naka Theng and blessing the elders. It would be a sight to behold innocent kids blessing the elders!
            Even as a onetime tourist to Manipur, I felt it was high time a self regulation was brought in to systemize Naka Theng; because, as they say, even nectar turns into poison beyond a certain limit. Let not the fun be ruined and a bad name done to a hoary tradition. Long Live Naka Theng in all its traditional finery!     ...  krishnanbala2004@yahoo.co.in