006 Matters of the heart : You Is With You

“Matters of the heart”, a  #Valentine ‘s Day special, Contributed by : Lenin Ksh , (Editor of D. Elangbam), Imphal, 12:48 PM, 13th February, 2015.

I just had to browse for the word “Valentine” on the small Google screen in my Nokia 311 phone. I had to see if the write up that I’m going to contribute here for “Matters of the Heart” for Eche Monica Ingudam’s FindingTheVoices’ Special Valentine’s Day, 2015 update bears any relevance with the purpose. The low 2-G internet speed on this phone right now is making me crazy and impatient. I cannot wait so I’m starting it right-away.

I’m a Bachelor living in the youthful mid- 20’s. My hormones are at their peak and they intensely drive my emotions and ideas to pursue certain things that would value the wholesome meaning of my existence. I love to see beauty and I love to get pampered. Just as a normal Bachelor of our age would always do, I love to be heroic, manly and wish to be a caring male counterpart for my complementary companion who has always been missing from me throughout my whole life. And there had always been an innate venture to find that special someone who would spark the breath of newness and wonder. I wonder if such soul ever existed! Probably this venture might have been one of the potent forces that drove me to become expressive enough to be heard of my capability and creativity.

There had been crushes, not-actually-worked-out relationships and eventually those that left me outside the boundary in the friendship zones. It had given direct impact on the shape of my youthful growth and existence. There had been times of stupidity and shame resulting from my excessive outflow of desperation and untamed instinct in the untimely and unfavorable environment. There had also been times of nostalgic intimate encounters with persons who I adored and wanted to be bonded with but only to get rejection later from those same persons that left me with complete emptiness and feelings of being lost. I just realized that I’d never concerned much about their situations. I guess I had been very self indulgent and selfish. Life is a big wonder!

Nights were there which I have to spend alone with all the desperate yearnings. There were times when I get completely lost in self-indulgence; fantasizing about the unreachable dreams that leave me with a completely exhausted mind and body. Insomnia, as it could be called, is crept in many times filling the whole restless mind with thoughts of jealousy, greed and ego. Yes, I know, I had been desperate, pathetic and led a life degrading! But, I’d be very proud to say that there are also random guiding thoughts and angelic forces that healed me and keep the confidence and strength to get moving and to putting up the genuine smile till now. “You Is With You- Sometimes you miss someone to talk to but when you don’t have that someone it’s only You who you find to talk to. So, don’t try to underestimate or forget this you in any case, because, this you is the reality who you would miss the most.” I realized more deeply that my parents, family, friends and my students (yes, take tuitions for high school students!) are greatest priced possessions and taking part in their matters of concerns and sweet time passes gave my life a whole lot of new meanings!

It is spring time now and the revolution of the mother earth as well as the alignment of constellations towards each soul residing here on earth are of the favor of imparting new hopes and resources to blossom once again with confidence to all of us. I’m indeed considering myself lucky as I feel I’m also one of those souls residing here receiving the hope giving new waves of spring.

Working as an article contributor/ Admin and Editor for D.Elangbam (a creative Art Page in Facebook), I always find myself looking forward to receive inspirations and guidelines from the top leading icons of this generation and came across Eche Monica Ingudams’s Finding The Voices. The interest gets all the more intensified when Eche, herself, surprised me with her message in Facebook informing me if I could contribute a little article for the Valentine’s Day. It’s was indeed an opportunity, as I had always wanted to know more about her and the things that she does. I only saw her in “Sangai Festival” that too, coming on cable TV two years back. I also heard few of my friends talking about her good works.

I had to know her well and so, I stumbled upon her website. There I read about her “About Me” in her page and astounded me first with the way she wrote and with the inspiring personality that’s reflected in her writing. I found myself digging deeper into the pages and found her beautiful, sober and liberating 75 poems, articles and columns. I read them all! Oh! Reading all those, I felt all the more homesick (even though I’m right now at my home, in Manipur). I felt so connected and liberated that I started to give a little part of my devotion to this lady/soul who leading her own way towards self-realization and spontaneously-selflessly serving for our Fraternity and Humanity. Encountering with such positive and inspirational soul has made my previous concerns of desperations and yearnings hidden away to the place nowhere to be found.

I guess, from this spring time I would be guided all the more deeper by the Angels of Fortune towards the place where I would forever smile for all.

And also, if there ever exist any twin-flame who has ever been desperate to find a soul like me, someone who like to spend a Giggly conversation with me, I’d be very glad to take this opportunity in this Internet platform. This is the truth! This is where I begin to show!

Thank you Eche Monica Ingudam for providing us with such platform to express our inner Heart-felt desires to share it to the brotherhoods of Humanity. May you continue to reflect inspirations and charms for us all! May you receive the fruits of your endless dedication as “the Dhruva Taara” (Guiding Light) of the many generations to come! May you be blessed with long life and strength ahead!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

005 Matters of the heart : A long-awaited dream

“Matters of the heart”, a  #Valentine ‘s Day special, Contributed by : Ronald Meitei   

I am writing this poem by remembering my childhood dream that comes true recently, I dedicated this poem to my wife for our first Valentine day after marriage.

A long-awaited dream

A long-awaited dream

From a Prince to a soldier,

Playing my boyhood with dreams

A Cinderella at woods,

Among the flowers & butterflies

To the mountain & valleys.

 

Once a dream for riding at moonlight

For a smile at Midnight,

Today we just wait the moon to rise

At our balcony holding hands with never-ending smiles,

Still whispering with midnight breeze

Till the moon beyond the blue mountain.

 

Time & tides just away

But her smile always alive,

In my heart with blooming spring

Enjoying above the rainbows,

And I love her wet hair

Glittering at evening rays after light shower.

 

Its story last forever

And our romance at Livingstone,

From first eye to first kiss

On the way to heaven for marriage,

And she enjoy in my arm

And I promise for miles and smiles forever.

~The End ~

Share with us your story/poems of your happy heart, broken heart. Enter your short nonfiction essay/poem in English. Must be a true short story. “Matters of the heart” #Valentine ‘s Day special

You can choose to remain anonymous if you want. Please call it out in the email. Submit as text via e-mail with Subject as “Matters of the heart” :” Your Name/Anonymous ” at FindingTheVoices@gmail.com

All accepted entries will be published at http://www.FindingTheVoices.com/

 

004 Matters of the Heart : Glory days

“Matters of the heart”, a  #Valentine ‘s Day special, Contributed by : Kiran Ch  

Glory days

Best of my days,
Were everyday.
Sun was rising,
Only for me.
Moon was shining,
Only for me;
In my glory days.
Because you were there for me in my story.

Best of my days,
Were everyday.
Flowers were blooming,
Only for me.
Rain was falling,
Only for me;
In my glory days.
Because you smile for me in my story.

Alas, the glory days
Last not that long.
Though it will remain
Forever with me-
My glory days.
Because we are together in my story.

~The End ~

Share with us your story/poems of your happy heart, broken heart. Enter your short nonfiction essay/poem in English. Must be a true short story. “Matters of the heart” #Valentine ‘s Day special

You can choose to remain anonymous if you want. Please call it out in the email. Submit as text via e-mail with Subject as “Matters of the heart” :” Your Name/Anonymous ” at FindingTheVoices@gmail.com

All accepted entries will be published at http://www.FindingTheVoices.com/

078 It’s all in the mind : It’s only a dozen words!

It’s only a dozen words!Love,
Pampering,
Holding_hands,
Fussing_over,
Smiles,
Hugs,
Flowers,
Listening,
Loving_words,
Silly_surprises,
Hot_tea,
Laughing_together,
Too much to ask ?

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

077 It’s all in the mind : The two red birds

The two red birds

Two red birds were playing happily,
Mother bird teaching daughter bird,
To fly high and to fly low,
A home they made,
In the garden,
Filled with exotic jasmines,
And blooming ginger butterfly,
Little did they know of the evil trap,
Hidden beneath those tiny branches covered with the white blooms,
The trap which could bury them alive,
Out flew the red birds,
Changing their fate unknowingly,
Flying high and flying fast,
Loosing the way,
Crossing many trees,
Hopping on many tinned roofs on the way,
And landing on a branch,
Tired and lost,
Slowly sensing the fragrance and beauty of the blooming magnolia,
Watching the beautiful view of the trickling stream,
Feeling at home,
Getting the strength to rebuild a new nest.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

076 It’s all in the mind : Farewell

Farewell

You knew it was coming,
It was predicted,
But it arrived too soon,
Sooner than expected,
Making you feel unprepared,
Hitting you hard,
Making you shiver,
Freezing everything,
The Sun left,
It’s a farewell,
But you knew it was coming,
Your conditions aren’t favorable for the Sun,
But isn’t it a different kind of beauty to feel the cold ?
You will learn to smile through the snow flakes,
Yes, even in the cold.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

A Short Story 010 : My Mother’s Son

My Mother’s Son

A short story by Monica Ingudam


It was a rainy day in Manipur. I was in bed with my migraine feeling very nauseous. I couldn’t get up and needed to lie down for a bit. I heard my mother coming in muttering why the house is in a mess “Imungsina pungchai chairise keidoure“. There were piles of clothes which needed to be folded, clothes I hurriedly took inside as the rain started falling. There were lots of dirty unwashed vessels. I had carried out all the dirty vessels near our black water tank. The pipe coming from the roof was fitted to our black water tank, collecting the rain water. I heard the children rushing happily screaming

“Granny is here, Granny is here (Abok Lakle Abok Lakle)”

“Where is your mother? (Namadi kadai ?)”

“Mother is sleeping, she has asked us not to disturb her”

“Why is she sleeping in the afternoon (Nungthin talaksida tummisna karigino ?)

“Ema is having a headache”

I heard the kids being excited with the orange cream biscuits my mother gave. They must have been hungry after getting back from school. I lay down in the dark room feeling guilty questioning about myself, about being a good mother and how I am not able to take care of my kids. My mother didn’t come to my room. She must have gone to her son’s, my stepbrother’s room.

I never had the mother daughter relationship I wanted with my mother. With turns in life, my mother got remarried and I didn’t get a chance to grow up with her around me. I don’t blame her for getting remarried but I resented that she wasn’t there for me in times I really needed her. I always felt that she wasn’t there for me. And in a way, I am jealous of the love, pampering and caring nature she showered on her son, the love I never got from her, the pampering I never received. It was difficult raising the kids alone with my husband. My husband’s parents passed away much before we got married and so we didn’t have in-laws around too. It was difficult times especially when the kids are falling sick, faced with choices of giving up my career to balance family life and my health deteriorating. I had requested her to help me with my kids and she wasn’t very reactive to my request. Later I got to know that she had commented that I have kids like a dog would, birthing many (“Hui douna macha poklaga, eingonda yok-o haine!) and I was really hurt hearing that. I had asked for help from my heart thinking that she is my mother and I had no one else to ask. That further distanced me from her and more than that, it left a big scar in my heart, a scar which never healed.

I heard the children whispering “Granny got lot of goodies for Uncle, I saw Tin fish, lots and lots of big Cans.” I felt really bad that I couldn’t provide everything, even the small wishes my children wished for eating. We mostly ate very simple local food ( kangshoi, hawai thongba, eromba, dry fish, tum yakpi nga, tum yakpi khajing ), cut the egg into pieces while cooking as we couldn’t have 1 egg per person and couldn’t cook big fish every day.  My mother’s son use to eat with us when he started living with us, but he was not happy with the food we were eating. He had shown his discontent frowning, not eating when the food was simple and one day I heard him muttering “I will get TB if I continue eating such unhealthy food (Eishe soidana TB paklani, asigumba houtaba cha cha leiradi)” and that was the day I told my mother that the living arrangement is not working out well and that his son is not happy with the food arrangement. I was scared of what would be my husband’s reaction if he hears such comments. He has been kind enough to accommodate and taking him despite our living condition and constraints we have. My mother had requested that he stays with us to avoid the company he developed in their leikai (community) and that is how he started staying with us. It was then agreed that he will cook on his own so that he can eat what he likes.

After his kitchen got separated, my mother visited more, carrying big, big bags of goodies for him. Though a part of me understood that she is looking after him as he is still a bachelor, I couldn’t help but find a lot of grief seeing her showering with such pampering. And I got jealous that she never visited that often nor got such big, big bags of goodies when he was eating with us. I would be wrong to say that she didn’t do anything for me. He did a lot of things in her own ways but then it was never enough for me, I saw more of what she did for him. I couldn’t help but seeked for her attention. My thought was interrupted by a loud sound of vessels falling followed by a yelling from my mother’s son “Are you the servant of this house? Why are you cleaning the vessel? (Nung yumsigi minai ra ? kon-ga phenglido ?) And my mother mutters “Vishnu Vishnu, you are kicking the vessels!). I was saddened to hear this tone from my Mother’s son. I had washed his vessels all this time after he ate, I had cooked for him and did what I could within my capacity, no doubt it was not up to his standard and if he or his mother does any help, even in time of sickness it was termed as servant’s work.

It was fate that three of us were faced with situations in life which were beyond our control.  Each of us struggling with our own set of insecurities, challenges, taking out the anger and coping up in different ways. I never got the connection with my mother or my mother’s son, the connection I looked for. And I closed my eyes as the medication takes into effect leading me to sleep. We never spoke of this incident, I pretended I never heard it. My mother, neither her son never mentioned it but I never forgot it. How can you unheard something?

~The End~


LIFE’S THIS & THAT 

MonicaIngudamCollection of short stories written by Monica Ingudam. These stories are based on Life’s this and that focusing on Manipur and the people of Manipur.


 

066 It’s all in the mind : The Beautiful Creations

The Beautiful Creations

Dark clouds looming,
Heavy Rainfall,
Slipping into complete darkness,
Lost in the cold dark place,
Becoming invisible in the big crowd,
Hanging on tightly to your beautiful creations,
Bringing you out of the darkness,
Giving you strength to be the best,
Best in what you do.

~The End~ 

An artwork by my little boy.

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

065 It’s all in the mind : The Bench at New York

The Bench at New York

It was a day,
A day which defined my destiny,
A destiny I was waiting for,
And I saw a woman,
A white hair old woman,
Who sat on the bench at New York,
Such elegant looks,
And kind eyes,
But looking very sick.

Sitting next to her,
We started talking,
She was narrating her story,
Of her son,
Stories filled with love,
Talking about him when he was a small boy,
Ending with a helpless look,
But covering with words on how convenient,
And how easy it is to stay in the old age home.

Strangers and yet we shared,
Shared stories from our heart,
Connecting us,
Bonding us instantly,
And we parted with a smile,
A smile that stayed with me,
Months later I learnt about her passing,
And when I see the Bench at New York,
I still see her smiling face.

~The End~ 

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.