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Thabal Heat in Delhi | ||||||
By: eNigMa.* |
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For a person like me, whose life has been sucked fast into the spiraling whirlpool of corporate workloads, point 2 & 3 are especially important. I feel I need to connect to more Manipuris. To get the feel back. Having a spoonful of eromba and ngari on a monthly basis ain’t enough. Sipping coffee and looking at the vast expanse of beautiful green lawns between office breaks ain’t filling my youthful heart enough. I need a dose of Thabal Chongba on monthly basis (if I have my way). But alas, it ain’t. So when I heard, while on a break trip to Delhi, there was Thabal, I was overjoyed. I believed tears rolled down my face, when I read my friend’s SMS. So I went to North Campus with my friends. "Police Ground is the venue and pick me up at Ashram", my friend had said. I readily paid 50 rupees for the entry. "Oh my God, there were so many Manipuris living in Delhi". By my rough estimates, the crowds that were flowing must be an equivalent of Elangbam leikai and Top Leirak combined. I was overjoyed. Point 2 was instantly gratified. There were so many pretty young things dressed up for the occasion. I immediately fell in love with three girls, all of them friends. That’s the perennial problem of life. Why do girls I like have to be friends! And of course, I met up so many friends from school as well.
Of course, after the cowboys show, the Thabal never lived up especially when she was nowhere to be found. It’s a tantalizing feeling I had for a stranger in a nice way. I even thought for a while I was in love. Long after the thabal dhon had died down, I was still yearning for her. Even wandering what her name was. I thought it was unbecoming at my age. Of course there was another thabal, some days later. This time it was free entry. Rumors had it that it was organized by those cowboys who spoiled the thabal, the other day. Whatever may it be, I was geared up again. However, another agenda – 4th Agenda is added. 4) To look for that girl. I walked up to the Thabal ground with my face flushed with anticipation and heart pounding like the thabal drum. I went round the ground in search of that girl with my friends but nah, she was nowhere to be found. I danced but not with the same rhythm like I did. The dance was there but the heart was gone. I think I should retire from Thabal. I think the thabal heat is becoming a little too much for an ageing young heart like me. * eNigMa contributes to e-pao.net for the first time. The writer can be contacted at [email protected] This article was webcasted on November 22nd 2005. |
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