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This is a tribute to all those who have fought for a cause and sacrificed their lives so that we could have a better and secured life.

Born to a generation that witnessed and faced the turmoil of the armed movement, my dad too went away to fight for a cause in that turbulent part of the country. He was only following the footsteps of my grandfather who was greatly romanticized by the idea of a homeland for our people. Once upon of time, in the not so remote past we had a land of our own where we ruled ourselves as a sovereign kingdom. We had our kings, queens, and palaces until our freedom had been taken away by imperialist institutions.
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Sandman on his latest blog post asks “As a responsible Mizo adult settling outside Mizoram, are we all doing enough about the dress codes at our Mizo Church services ?“. It’s lengthy as usual and there already are a number of interesting comments, including several from me. He even suggests asking people with improper dress code to leave the Church.

We need to walk up to such people and tell them frankly but politely, face to face, that such dress codes will not be tolerated and that maybe they might be better off not coming to Church at all if they are going to continue dressing up that way… Sometimes it might even be proper to ask such people to leave the Church premises right in the middle of the service infront of everyone… the embarrassment will not only assure them of ever repeating that again but will also make others think twice before putting on that skimpy outfit. Do we have the guts to tell them that? Or are we going to spend the rest of our lives bitching about that particular person “eeee kha nu kha maw? BiakInah a rawn in chei hot thei rapssss” without anyone ever actually telling the person that he/she is out of place?

Btw, there’s a rumour that Sandman will be replacing C.V John as the Director (or whatever) of New Life Ministry

Read here: mizohican.blogpost.com

Ka han ngahtuah vang vang hian naupang kan nih laia kan Sikul kaina pawimawhzia hi Nu leh Pa lam hian an hrechiang tawk lo fovin ka hria. Hemi chungchangah hian thu tawi te ka ziak a, a peih chuan lo chhiar ve mai mai teh u. Here’s an extract from the article :

Mizorama sikul dintu tam tak te hi ‘Educationist’ ni lem lo, sumdawnna atana sikul siam an ni fur mai. A tam berin an buaipui ber pawh ‘result’ tha a ni. Education-in a tum ber hi kan Zoram sikul tam zawk hian kan thelh nasa lutuk ringawt. Playground emaw Campus pangngai ve deuh emaw neih chu sawi loh, sikul building pangngai pawh neih lohna sikul hi khawpuiah ngat phei chuan a tam lutuk.

Sikul tha a piangah zirlaibu zir ngawr ngawr piah lama naupangte kawng chi hrang hranga zirtirna ‘co-curriculum activities’ hi an uar a. Hei hian naupang nun hi kawng chi hrang hrangin a khalh ngil a, hlawhtlinna rahka-a phei chhep turin a buatsaih thin a ni. Kan Zoram sikul tam zawk hi chu sumdawnna hmunpui hi a ni ringawt !

Sawi tawh angin kan fate future chu an sikul kalna-ah a innghah len em avangin, sangha kan lei dawna a kum kar chitin keuva, kan hnima kan bih ngun ang vel hian kan fate sikul kalna tur chu i han bihchiang ve teh ang le.

Read the whole article: zawlbuk.net

I know I’m not dreaming. And it’s really happening. Though the days may seem dreary and boring I still have within me a glimmer of hope. A hope that pushes me towards tomorrow. Though uncertain it may be, yet it seems so clear. The shadows that follow me night and day, do they mean to make my life shallow and hollow? Every bit of my thoughts and aspirations is now fading like a dying ember. But it seems so clear, so vivid as if it was standing right before my very eyes. But what is standing before me, I know not.

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