Dress Code in Mizo Society

This is a topic I have always refrained myself from discussing because I have always regarded it as a trivial issue but here I am, finally bringing it into my realm of significances. Dress code. Im puzzled by the term itself.

One of My Fav Places...

Certain comments passed onto my post recently have led to me to question whether I should discontinue my personal publicity. I guess sometimes, when you’re deeply entrenched into something and you could even open up to this something, you tend to cross those lines you’ve so carefully drawn for yourself. Im redrawing my line, a single, bold  line in stark red so I can always bar myself from stepping across it. In short, I need to have my own limits. There are dozens of decent bloggers and friends who have been supportive and amusing too.

My World Today!

July 30^th was “my” day and I celebrated that special day locked up in my room, depressing myself, smoking, eating kuhva and surprisingly, listening to sentimental songs. When you’ve crossed that quarter mile and you notice a new line of wrinkle on the morning of your supposedly celebratory birthday, can you still craft a smashing party? No way! Well, for others who’ve gone further ahead of me, I may sound overtly obnoxious and self-centered, showing off what they believe would be the prime of youth, but I do, honestly, feel I have lost so much in life.

Siani's Friendship day!

She’s my BESTEST friend, a friend in need and in deed. :) I had created a blog earlier but abandoned it because I did not find it interesting enough and was too lazy to write but Kuku (she’s the bff by the way), got me into the game again…she gave me back my mojo.. :)))

  The fact that we oppose in terms of physical quality and emotional strength (she’s so going to think she’s the stronger one) makes us click. We have the right chemistry. Way back in our higher secondary days, while we were both studying in Shillong, we both happened to board the same bus bound for Aizawl. We had met once or twice earlier through friends and that evening only the usual reserved hellos were exchanged as is natural among distant friends and both turned to our closer friends. Then the usual landslide hurdle halted the bus near Dholai and we had to make do with petty jokes and boring paltry talks to stifle our hunger because there were no houses or shops around. My brother, still in his hormone raging stage, got up and tried his boyish charm on her and she, in her hormone induced pricey attitude, was acting uninterested. Seeing the pathetic state my brother got himself into, my defense mechanism stirred and I stomped towards them determined to rescue my brother. But just when I was about to open my mouth, she gave that smile that has got her boyfriend hooked and…and…I forgot to ask her nicely where they had gone for pee-pee earlier. Instead I grabbed her by the collar and demanded to know their secret hide-out. That’s how we became friends. In truth, I cannot really recall how we started our conversation but I remembered we were both foolishly deliberating whether we should walk on foot upto Vairengte. She suggested first. And I agreed. When I told my brother about our brilliant plan, I think he said “Wear a tin suit and a 3-inch soled s hoes to last the road”. We did not execute this brilliant plan, saved by the road clearance, and as we rode on and counted kilometers, we realized the unbrilliantness of the brilliant plan. 

We met again on the first day of college after we had both retried our 12th std. exams and the rest is history. Its amazing that after so many years of friendship, we have never fought and never quarreled.Tough we did have our trivial misunderstandings, we always managed to settle our differences in a calm, forgiving manner. She’s responsible for this. I’m short-tempered and pride packed. She’s not. She’s intelligent and quick witted and always manages to come up with white lies and harmless excuses for the both of us. Im not as brainy as her but I have lent my own fair share of lies and excuses to save her butts. She has rubbed off her ciggy addiction onto me and I’ve introduced her to the reddish world of kuhva. She comes to me for advice and I go to her when I need the same. We openly share each other's tits and bits  but we swore that to the outside world, our lives would never be open books. 

We both have the same brand of scooty. Mine is old and overused. Hers is shiny and underused. I call myself a veteran driver. She calls herself a veteran driven. Probably a wrong vocab here but it suits her so well. She has always had a dedicated guy to take her around while I have had to gallop around forlornly on my scooty and occasionally, she takes the charge behind. But now that my trusty scooty is getting old, we have decided to officially use hers; besides, hers is going to rust away anyway among the dust in her garage . She can ride, alright, but she’s saving her energy for the day I finally wear down. Here’s to you, my friend, and to all the years of friendship to come. Happy Friendship day!

Deloved.

Words failed?

No, not to you, beloved

Haughty to heartless,

You’ve hurled them all.

The unseen chain, the magic lock…

Ha! Fool said the girl in the mirror,

Tool, you snarled, sneering,

At the world you thought you own.

White powder, stainless satin, diamonds and rubies

How can I when I'm broken?

No, please, not the toughest heart,

Mine is not made of steel.

Buttons pressed, voice demanded,

Angelic, droll…snapped…beasty,

A button pressed, voice deluded.

Still, tenacious, you hold that rein.

Condemned to infinite perpetuity

This knot, I curse.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today

To bury you... its your turn, deloved!

(Please note not all poems are autobiographical and this isn't one either, its inspired by a friend's experience and no, siani, its not you!! )

Polishing my rusty blog...

         This month is supposed to be the most anticipated month of all months: bro's wedding was scheduled for the 16th, my bday falls on the 30th, my favourite nephew would come finally home and other minor festivities are also in store. But, the heavy toll of the wedding was not something that I expected (the reason being this is the first of its kind in our family),

one man's sorrow, another's fortune

          I don't really know if the saying up there is accurate but its definitely what it is for the English and the German football teams last night. There's a German term called "Schadenfreude" which means pleasure derived from others' misfortunes and how apt is that for the German team? The English may as well drop this piece of German word from their dictionary before their opponents realize that its in there, that they understand its meaning and that they can hurl the word at them and laugh. And laugh they certainly can because they deserved to win, they played "a little" better. My "better half" was in a foul mood last night as goal after goal shot into the English nets, i could have sworn i saw a speck of tear hastily wiped away from his cheek, well, that's an exaggeration but he was definitely at the point of bawling and crying his lungs out after the fourth goal...'

Daddy's sonny gal

....is what i am. Been really busy filling up my brother's shoes at home while he's away at work and its strenuous! Besides watching WC with my dada every night, i flex my muscles for my dad's supposedly engineered blueprint for a new floor and stairs in hrahsel bhavan lol. Bro's getting a bigger bed...so..

ExorCism!!!

Im watching an exorcism performed by a hmar pastor on the local channel. Its sort of terrifying. I can only view the action from time to time for my fragile, sensitive but stubborn heart cannot bear to see an equally fragile and delicate child being manhandled, whatever the case may be.So, im writing this blog as a distraction The supposed victim of the devil is a boy of about 10 whose baffled eyes denote his lack of comprehension of the entire event. I sincerely sympathize with the boy though i definitely abhor the evil spirit in him, if its in there. The boy had become muted when one year ago, a whirlwind caught him, lifted him up about "the vertical length of a house" and he landed with three little devils inside him. He has stopped talking from that moment. This particular pastor is now earnestly praying for the boy's health and safety. He seems sincere and im sure, as a man of God, he has no violent intentions other than to exorcise the evil spirits in him. The boy is crying and is obviously scared as the pastor vehemently shouts at him aka the devils. Now a miracle is happening....

Sewing therapy

Simply have a soft corner for sewing/embroidery!!