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THE EDISONISATION CAME BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

” stumbling on old articles while cleaning mails ” @ Leisure

 

Pardon me folks for the discretionary use of Thomas Alva Edison’s name as a connotation to the brand new electric lines of my good old’ village.

Strange but true, its 2004, 21st century, Y2K +4 but 55 kms only from Imphal and I was just lucky enough to switch on a bulb in the countryside, early this year.

HELLO MONEY-POOR GOVERNMENTS!!!!!

Okay. I am sorry again to term the successive governments of the land of jewels like that. But, money-poor doesn’t mean Manipur as a culturally rich state but I am referring to the Economic times of India and not to the cultural times.(in case anyone reads this paper!!).Seriously, NO OFFENCE.

I bought a set of the main Switchboxes, a dozen of bulbs and tubes with a seemingly endless coil of ISI marked wires.

ALL SET AND DONE. Halleluiah! What an unbelievable sight!!! A strong current of happiness flowed in all of us. Then a string of advises followed…kids don’t touch this and that, no wet hands and so on.

The electrical musing that followed after that accomplishment, as the first household to be “switched on” was something you might perhaps find interesting.

The morning after, I got early visitors. A little more curious about the fitting costs rather than the normal amount of manure in my uncle’s cowshed. Some came for borrowing pliers, screwdrivers, and leftover wires. SAFETY TIPS TO CELLOTAPES…

What a uniquely busy day for everyone?

I admit I was a little mean in acquiring all the materials from the town before I stepped into the village. I had met the engineer and so was sure of the exact day when the lines would be electrified. Just a SMALL VILLAGE PRIDE to be the first…

Nonetheless, I had hired an acquaintance to bring all the materials at wholesale rates. Everyone benefited, though only on the Second day!

The Church treasury lent money to those who could not afford on time, the village authority court fixed the number of bulbs and tubes in each household according to their being joint or nuclear (the village has to pay an annual consumption fee!), a general body meeting was called and a few employment opportunities came up for deserving candidates.(local electric dept.!)

   People look better now. A little Sunday-dress smartness has come, as the evening service is bright enough for the youths in particular. Hard working women weave by night, the dogs have become lazy and fatter, my uncle’s rooster suffered insomnia and so crows late (can’t roost with the lights on!), small television sets have come as they say smaller ones have better receptivity, and we can listen to a range of Beatles to CCR to local gospel bands, more than ever before.

 

I see gadgets beyond my expectation too. Some town-educated kids do have video games in the village. No kidding!!!I see more beauty for tomorrow. Like big, bright Christmas trees decorated by the same kids and more…I fervently pray the currents should flow in every field continuously. The government for sure is doing its best in spite of the constraints financially or of the crippling law and order related issues. Lets wish the best for them.

 Well, folks wish me luck too, for I hope to be lucky enough to write soon about GRAHAMIFICATION. Hello chief, …it’s me from the capital city of Delhi…

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SHE’S WRITEFULLY MINE FOREVER

“A write-up of first year college digged out while cleaning out mails”

                                    

She wrote in her best writing strokes on my notepad… “You can be shy in your life, not in your work. You are at best when you are barreling through….”—lines I’d read from Jim Morison’s biography-the legendary DOORS front man and songwriter of the freewheeling 60’s.

She made it leap like thick, rich black words from between the two lined parallels of my notebook. SHE NOTES MY INSPIRATIONS WELL.

I’ve known her for quite a long time now. She reflects my moods, life’s bits and pieces. On my part, I do my best to keep her close to the heart.Yet, my forgetfulness always brings up those dreadful distances.

Leaving her aside, often, when I unwind by listening to my favourite songs, I have often delved to believe that had I not been a Christian I wouldn’t have carried music within me as I do today. – The lively choirs, congregational hymns and the vibrant Sunday school choruses….

Almost obvious to reason with, I feel I’d be shouting my commune’s harvest and victory songs only, had the early missionaries not evangelized my ancestors.

Better still, when I sit down with her to write again, she somehow reminds me that in my upbringing through these hymns in archaic English, I had an upper edge over my non-Christian friends. They weren’t introduced to English literature before me!!!! (You must support her for this!)

Sometime before, I’d picked up abridged biographies of hymn writers. Notably, the blind lady writer Fanny Crosby of the visionary “BLESSED ASSURANCE” and the lost Joseph Scriven’s reassuring  ” WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE” singspirations. They had written these hymns in such poetic dimensions that I fail to put in mere words, the perfect combination of delicate expressions in powerful lyrics.

Inspired, I also sat down to write a hymn with her. She refused to support me right there and then, trying to convey my lack of their kind of insight and inspiration. I persisted, but she was outright adamant.

In the process, she made me realize that the difference in the mentioned 60’s write and these 17th century greats will remain in the ages, their songs endure and enliven.

In spite of her being boundlessly adamant, I remain indebted to her for helping me erase my hillbilly fears and doubts to be an urbane “Barreling through” writer.

She never fails to compliment my efforts. Her loyalty shows as a result of my inputs to our relationship.

Despite her rich foreign origins, she never frets about sharing the quaint surroundings of my one-room tenement. But if I am dull and lazy, she proves to be doubly inanimate by sleeping or sulking at one posture, unless I hold her back.  The silent old feminine tantrum!!!

I must elaborate on her beautiful features…. Underneath that dark veil lies the proverbial “Gold Crowned” head with fine eye for details. A slender waist that has effortlessly been the same since we became a part of each other’s lives. To top it all, that tall, sculptured body even her peers would envy.”

Lately, I’ve been irked in concern of her excessive drinking habits, when I sit down long hours to write. I am sad to be forced in looking for a new, sensible drinking partner.

Well, to conclude with her story, she was spotted from amongst a dozen others by my dad, who chose to give her to me right after my college.

Before handing the responsibility, my mom dressed her up in matching white chiffon with laces in subtle shades of purple. My parents made her write the accompanying card…  “ Blessings for a fruitful life ahead.”

I accepted her without hesitation. I felt chuffed about her. With those blessings from our parents we marched ahead, hand in hand.

Ever since that first glimpse, she has ever remained my “ MADE FOR EACH OTHER” fountain penwrite fully mine forever.

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