Let 100 Flowers Bloom


Many of the festivals in Manipur, traditional as well as newly reinvented ones, are tending towards a cultural confluence. Purists may frown at this, but nonetheless this is a reflection of the reality of Manipur from which none can turn away unless he is bent on fooling himself. Manipur has no other way than for the different communities to live together and discover their individual salvations in this collective existential predicament. We for one welcome this inevitable trend, not only because it is inevitable but because it is desirable. “Mankind would die of a great loneliness” if the world was to become a monoculture. This line, borrowed from a letter by Chief Seattle of the Suquamish and the Duwamish he is believed to have written in 1854 when the Great White Chief in Washington, Governor Stevens, wanted to buy his land and offered him and his people to live in a Reservation, explains a great many things. Chief Seattle said this in a different context, and his immediate point of reference was the White settlers’ well known and notorious way of mindless slaughtering the beasts and fouls which share and inherit the bounties of the earth with humans. However, the spirit is virtually the same – it is variety which makes life colourful and interesting. Cultural and identity exclusiveness can only lead to friction and disequilibrium.

There is a fine line to be drawn here. We want identities to remain distinct so that they do not meltdown into a monoculture, but we also want each identity to be open and accommodative of the others. No cliché encapsulates this ideal more than the one about letting a 100 flowers bloom together. It is also one which should fittingly define Manipur’s and indeed the Northeast’s or for that matter the entire country’s ideal for peace and harmony. This thought comes to mind in the wake of the Kut Festival of the Kuki-Chin communities on November 1. Kut is today an official festival of the state, with government establishments going on holiday, and an official function organised within the secure premises of the 1st Manipur Rifles. The festival however is also celebrated in the districts where there are sizeable populations of the Kuki-Chin community settled. This year’s official celebration in particular was significant. The choice of official guests, showed a welcome shift towards a catholicity of spirit. It had for instance, veteran Naga leader of Manipur, the man who has the distinction of having served the state longest as chief minister, Rishang Keishing, as the guest of honour. The hand of reconciliation being extended is unmistakable, considering all the allegations of partiality against the Kukis that used to be hurled by many Kuki leaders at the veteran in the immediate wake of the deadly Kuki-Naga conflict during the early and mid 1990s. The Miss Kut contest too, as has become the tradition, was open to every community from the state, as the list of finalists and ultimate winners would stand testimony.

This has been the trend of many other festivities in the state. Be it Christmas, Yaoshang, Eid and so many more. It is almost as if religious and ethnic identities are in a profound way, transforming to acquire attributes of a new secularism perhaps as part of what social scientists now call Creolization of cultures and identities in which without anybody merging or being swallowed up by another, each of the different groups just by virtue of being in close proximity of each other, begin to look more and more like the other, and the walls that separate them become in a progressive manner, more permeable. Cultures and identities, there can be no doubt, do respond to osmotic pressures of their own, and with time, tensions and differences between them invariably come to be sublimated. To push the osmosis analogy a little further, it seldom does good to rush the issue, for the semi-permeable membrane that separate different solvents and make osmosis possible is also vulnerable to rupturing under excessive strain. What is essential are gentle policy nudges here and there to catalyse the process, and the phenomenon would initiate and acquire a momentum of its own. Even as the state celebrates the indomitable spirit of hope, justice and peace that the Iron Lady Irom Sharmila and her epic resistance of 10 years has become the icon today, let us feast in the belief that this new outlook so visible today is the end of a dark era in the life and times of this troubled state, and the beginning of a new dawn of understanding and empathetic co-existence.


  1. I grew up in London in the seventies, my parents came there in the sixties when they began to change their immigration policy. Up till then you could go to England earn money and then go home. From the sixties it was stay or go home and don’t come back so foreigners began to stay. That and a violent revolution where Zanzibar decided that some of us were more Zanzibarbarian than others. Ten thousand people mainly arabs were murdered in the first few days. Others were called to bury the bodies over the next days because you can’t leave that many corpses lying around in the tropics. It had a population of about half a million then. These days they talk of being a rainbow people.

    By the seventies and the eighties we had race riots. It started off with the white majority feeling oppressed why did their kids have to learn Hindi or Bengali nursery rhymes. Why are all these foreigners taking their jobs, and then it was both skilled workers Britain then could not graduate enough local Doctors for its NHS. Today it’s more nurses and health care workers for the elderly. Also menial workers the locals refused to do cleaners, transport services all supplied by the commonwealth.

    The initial exotic frisson was soon replaced by signs for rent with no Irish no Wogs no Niggers no Dogs. The immigrants of yesterday are the racists of today. Now they seem to hate eastern europeans in London. The race riots were more that the commonwealth ghettos of Southall Brixton etc got fed up with gangs of White skinheads (fascists always like uniforms) bussing in cutting the pigtails of sikh girls and smashing the corner shops run by the Gujeratis and then moving on to have some fun with the rest of us and so they got organized and fought back. British police tend to get hammered as they believe it is their duty to maintain the Queen’s peace. So they got in the middle and took a beating from everyone. But they stopped genocide happening in London. I have nothing but respect for the British police, they may be working class racist scum but they have strong sense of duty and you don’t get the job by paying a bribe.

    So yeah my point if you want a hundred flowers to bloom and you are aware of the problems. Manipur would not be my first choice for the blooms to flower. The first set need to be composted down. I’ll do what I gotta do.

    I am African of Goan origin who grew up in London though locals from anywhere tend to refer to me as a drug crazed monkey man I am hoping it’s a literary allusion to the Ramayana and the use of Soma to achieve union with the Brahma. I know only what it’s like to be a foreigner. I am going to marry Irom Sharmila.

    The first obstacle is have AF(SP)A repealed so that the rule of law is maintained at least for those whose duty it is to uphold the law. Given that Manipuris will treat me as London did but without the decency of British police, Western democratic values for which Londoners had sacrificed their lives in the still remembered wars against Fascism and Inhumanity, well it’s time to show Manipur a truth your grandparents knew but you have forgotten.

    In a duel between the greatest of Mahatmas and the weakest most cowardly of men armed by a tiny gun, who will be victorious?

    Desi Yoko Hanuman


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