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Someone’s music, someone else’s noise

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It is said that what one considers to be good music can be just noise to someone else. I cannot appreciate traditional folk songs even if they are of my own tribe. Typically a verse has 2 lines and the music is repeated throughout the song. There can be several verses but the tune is the same and each verse is repeated over and over before going to the next. So, even if the first verse sounds pleasing, one can get irritated due to over-repetition. There is no chorus, no variation, and usually the lyrics of the last verse go, “Our song is over, our song is over”. I also cannot understand why female playback singers of Bollywood have to shrill out songs. Homecoming music videos at times look like staged (faked) spirituality. However, I’m gradually learning to appreciate and respect music types which do not delight my musical taste buds. One significance of traditional folk songs that I was told by my Aunty goes like this: It’s from a story. There was once a man who reali

Church offering

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Yesterday in the church, I took out my wallet as the ushers came for the offering. I selected a Rs. 10 note but as I was pulling it out, a Rs. 100 note was trying its best to come out......But I pushed it back in, "you are too big for this".

Never tired of love

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For a thousand years We've been singing about love  If it were on another theme  Would have we endured?  Much less, enjoyed?  --x--x--  Why does the heart hurt  When we are unloved?  Why can't we just ignore it And move on?  What's there in being loved?  --xx--  It's a sad thing That lost loves become branded as Infatuations  When it was love after all!

First ride

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Dad and I boarded a line bus from BOC, Kohima. We did not get seats, so we held on to the posts as we swayed with the winding road. That was how we reached Mao gate. I was on my maiden journey to Imphal: to become a doctor! Again we did not get proper seats in another line bus from Mao to Imphal. We squeezed in the driver’s cabin. There was a Manipuri boy who was roughly trying to push me off my seat. We stared at each other and I showed him my fist asking if he wants to have it. Nothing happened and we reached Imphal without a punch being thrown. We searched for Keduwe, my dad’s ex-student. He received u sand took us shopping where I bought my ragging shoes and shirts. Kohima to Imphal, July 2000

A conversation with Mang

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Once I was telling ou r music secretary Mr. Mang about my past experiences as a song leader of the Imphal-ICEU. I told him that there were times when I did OK and also times when I had flopped big time. He instantly pointed o u t that if it was done for God’s glory, there is nothing as ‘flop’.  He was right. As we have come to the end of our session in the EU committee, we may look back and see that we could have done better. We tend to regret at the end when nothing can be changed anymore. Failures are reminders that we are human beings. Also they equip us to do better in the future. RIMS, Imphal

The best part

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The best part of love is Just before its beginning .............:-)

History

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These days Everyone seems to have some history  And I'm looking for someone without history :-)

When you write me a song

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When you write me a song Don’t explain everything For if you’ve said it all What’s left for the Imagination?

Lanyi River

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You lucky fellows You who are bound for Meluri That you get to cross the Lanyi River Poor us who are Pfutsero bound That after having come so close We have to turn away again Without having the Lanyi River Flow underneath our feet

Tiisozho omakiirii

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Pünhan pünhapüsa Bavüdopün bavüdopüsa O kühüzhohi tazüzo Lüba kümo pülüno O khü mozono Pütühi tamha voritayo Ch: Niepo hapono Tüsozhohi omakürü seno hüte N kükhrü mu n küku süno Tüsonha n yi thibazote O khriemi O ciekrozü Onüphaküho thibazori Dipünhan ciedzü zü Kükho toshi semo ‘ri no a cüküyi nha Hapon hanüsa n cievorite Br: Tüso tüzü tüna türü Bayie Khutho mütü n belü Niepo Jisu

After the feeling is gone

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  After the feeling is gone  Help me to stand  After the laughter is gone  Help me to still rejoice  After the strength is gone  Help me to hold on to you  What is it to praise you in good times?  What is it to give in times of abundance?  What is it to love those who love you?  But Lord, help me to do the unnatura l

Renewal (More depth, more power)

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Ch: More depth, more power We long for renewal That you may reign in us Once again Shallow lives Walking like a blind man While the ground sinks beneath our feet Unaware Leaves blown in the wind Swayed by opinions and hunches Backs break And knees begin to shake Under a heavy load of worries Weak So weak to stand and fight We are in need of your power

Pfutsero Kühü

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Pfutsero thunopüko Kobi Chemüri teno Ova krati bayo Pfutsero miponeko Town mütsulü künguno Tas Ludo khiliba Ch: Pfutsero town lü kühü Olü krokrü bayo Pfutsero town tümüko ‘ri olü lümü bayo Pfutsero kühümiko Rüna kükrekre zori Püthin ciekro pü kümha Chokri, Khuzha, Sapu Sekükremon küzüve Mhaküve thibazote Pfutsero town sü züve Glory Peak, Prayer Hill Tüthi kümüle küzüve Niepü, sübo, nhakümüjo Tükhra mümüsatho Mücümüri ri krophi

Let this love happen

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I barely know you You barely know me We aren’t properly introduced But I want to know you And let you know me Heaven only knows what’ll happen I need all the help God, Send legions of angels Provide the right circumstances Let all universe stand still For this love must happen God, Let this love happen

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