Billy Graham’s final journey brings up so many memories for so many people, the Nagas included, the Nagas of a certain generation. Billy Graham was here. In Kohima, my hometown, in the Naga Hills, my h
This is the way I describe what we are doing with Naga writing in English. We are writing oral history; we are retrieving and preserving Naga culture. The first recorded writings by Nagas took place in 19
Many friends agree with me on this subject. Christmas is not the same without Christmas cards. Sending digital cards can never achieve the joy that one experiences at getting a physical card with its handwritte
Whenever I see this adage it reminds me of the way we were raised as children in our society. I’m so grateful for a wonderful childhood growing up in Kohima in the sixties surrounded by family and good friend
Not many people in Nagaland would be familiar with the name of Rev Kaikho Hokey, but in Manipur, there are few who haven’t heard of this man of God. Rev Hokey, as he was popularly known, passed on a few days
I like to start making beef stew in October. It is an old recipe of my father. Beginning in October, when the days got colder and the rains retreated, Dad would pull out one of his favourite recipes and cook it
The little book, “The gospel of the Redman” also goes by the name, The Indian Bible. It was compiled by Julia M. Seton in 1963. It is a beautiful testament a way of life which seemed very alien to the white
Excuse the cliché. But I keep finding many hidden gems in missionary literature from the Naga hills. I’m reading Narola Rivenburg’s “The Star of the Naga Hills” for the fourth or fifth time. The dedica
Any good script is largely a result of good editing. To become excellent, a piece of writing has to subject itself to being scrutinized by other eyes than the author’s. The blessing of other eyes sees t
Easterine Kire “The Japanese are tending towards minimalism in a huge way,” the gracious lady of the house remarked. Christine Iraluhas been very impressed by seeing first-hand, contemporary Japanese
I finally got my birth certificate on Thursday. I thought it was worth celebrating. Now I could be considered officially born and registered and become part of the whole business of living. In his book, “A Ho
On Sunday morning, I went looking for a church. It had moved location and the girl I met at the old site instructed me, “Get on the over-bridge and go up the steps a bit and then it will be just there.” I c
Last week I got an email from an irate teacher friend who said a young friend of his needed last-minute help with her thesis before submission to her university. My friend did a small rant about our people alwa
Words die out when there is no one to use them. When the contexts in which they are used are removed, they are forgotten a few generations later. Western anthropologists transcribing oral poetry of the Naga tri
The Easter Sunday sermon centered around the terror attacks in Stockholm and the two Coptic churches bombed in the Egyptian cities of Alexandria and Tanta. Sadly, terror attacks are no longer new in Europe. Nev
A friend made a remark that in India we now have the politicization of food. He was referring to the restrictions on cow slaughter in Maharashtra. In the mid-nineties, Pune city had markets where the best quali
Some people say yes to scammers. Not knowingly at first, but later when the information is brought to their knowledge, they go into denial and justify their faith in the scammer. Let me tell you a scam of a sto
Beginning from the middle of January and lasting the whole of February and well into early March is the period we know asblue haze time. The mountains and fields are covered with a blue haze that looks like mis
Nope, not by dynamite, although that is certainly one of the tools. Not by JCB, although that comes later. But by human greed, surely, and terribly, and effectively. That is how you kill a mountain and forever
This is my prayer for myself and all my friends and family. It sounds innocuous and impotent but positivity is time-proven in producing quality of life. It’s winter here at home. Every now and then ther