Curfew and the Night, Imphal Manipur

Imphal Encounter

In the heat of day, all is silent in Imphal, except for the soldiers beating their sticks against the hard pavement and the dogs barking in distant neighborhoods. I had arrived a few hours earlier, unaware of the city’s uncertain state of siege, traveling past alternating police checkpoints and local highway blockades. At the series of police checkpoints my belongings were scrutinized, papers examined, and bribes paid. The local blockades were manned by angry Meithei women and children pulling on makeshift rope past burning rubber tires, as much forms of extortion as they were forms of popular protest. The bundle of ten rupee notes in my pocket helped me negotiate these barriers with more ease then most.

Manipur was in a state of clampdown, the consequence of the kidnapping and brutal murder of a young dedicated officer of the Manipur Civil Service, Dr. Thingnam Kishan. His body was found along with his driver and guard, hacked to death, strewn under a bridge on one of the state’s highways on February 13. Yet another death in the face of the terror Manipur faces from the armed forces and from scores of militant groups, hardly any of it is reported except by their local media.

The insurgents have been in the region in one from or another since the birth of the country. Manipur is engulfed in a civil conflict with an almost unending stamina for death. The only difference being that more groups have mushroomed, crystallizing around the different ethnic and tribal identities. Each of these groups has their own skewed separatist agenda. What they share is a deep distrust of Indian soldiers and a love for extortion. India has pumped in almost 55,000 soldiers and loads of money in this more than half-century of conflict but neither seems to have staunched political grievances or every day misery.

Imphal Encounter

I walk over to the window and took pictures of the scene beyond the heavy grill. The suspicious black box in my possession catches the eyes of one of the soldiers, in a sudden jerk he dismounts his gun off this shoulder and points its upwards; I drop my camera and protrude my hands through the metal outwards to make my intentions clearer – my first exchange of fear.

If you have lived in Imphal long enough you will find that the life of its 3 lakh inhabitants revolves around perennial cycles of general strikes and curfew. In fact Imphal and many parts of this north east corner of India have remained in a permanent state of partial curfew for decades, a reality incomprehensible to those of us who live in metropolitan India.

The Elephant

Between 5am to 5pm, the city swings into action. Everyone is desperately trying to get a share of the cash, before it runs out. Even the most routine of transactions like buying vegetables or sugar takes on an air of siege. Come evening the streets fill with people making a hasty retreat home - as the last of Imphal throng outside ATMs before the shopkeepers down their shutters and police loudspeakers announce the coming of yet another curfew.

A large photograph of a young woman - her nose covered by a medical swatch making way for a IV tube, stoic and dogged, her eyes peer down at you – dominates a makeshift bamboo hut in New Checkon in Imphal East. This is a picture of Irom Sharmila, she has not eaten for nearly 9 years now – for this she has been locked up by government and force-fed by tubes. She launched into this almost decade long fast unto death, demanding the removal of the repressive Armed Forces Special Powers Act(AFSPA) after she witnessed the killing of 10 innocent civilians allegedly at the hands the Assam Rifles in November of 2000. Their killings like many others Manipur has witnessed came under the aegis of a law that gives the Indian army extraordinary powers to quash ethnic insurgencies. In the hut Ima K Taruni and the dozen other Meira Paibi, the torch bearers are angry as they sit in a relay hunger strike for Sharmila. “Enough is enough, we will not vote until AFSPA is revoked. What kind of democracy is this were members of our own army kill us with impunity."

Meira Paibi
[Ima K Taruni and the dozen other Meira Paibi, the torch bearers]

The smog gently floats over the valley in a vacuum left by the pause of violence; in the days that follow it is the Yaoshang festival. A quiet before the storm only to be pierced by gun fire. In the streets people scatter, shop shutters come rumbling down and all is once more quiet in anticipation of the next rattle of bullets. A photographer’s job is filled with fool’s errands; we chase gunfire instead of escaping it. Meters away in Imphal’s Kunjabi lekhai I find them breathing their last-two young men murdered and branded as insurgents in yet another encounter. A 9mm pistol, a grenade and some documents enough proof. People watch as their bodies are propped and put onto the back of a pickup truck by a lanky policeman. In Manipur death itself has become a spectacle.

Originally published in the Hindustan Times, April 18th

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rgcpapillon said...

I really really admire your spirit and your sense of talent.And to meet you was the high point of my blogging/journalistic life(Soul Fry after #sms09).
Kudos to ur work and ur sense of adventure. May your tribe increase.
(BTW Ideasmith and I think that ur marriage material! :P)

Anirban Chatterjee said...

Loved this series.....really nice one...

Anonymous said...

thanks for bringing forth this grim situation, I wasn't aware of all these mis-happenings.
its so unfortunate that nobody is doing anything about that.
by the way, how are you much aware of all this?
are you a resident of the same?
please reply me on narayan.phy@gmail
I 'm really interested in knowing more about this.

Anonymous said...

This was such an insightful post - you are right, we live our lives not knowing what is going on in our own country, it is sad that life is so cheap and people don't care. Thanks for opening our eyes and having the courage to cover such stories.

Anonymous said...

i spent about two months in manipur about 2 years back. there is so much that i should have shared about the experience-and good things as well. it was good to read some of the things here.

Akshay said...

rgcpapillon - not much spirit involved, just doing a job in my head. thank you for the kind words, many of which are lost on me - especially the marriage material part.

thanks anirban - there are more pictures here -

abhinav, its a grim situation indeed. no i'm not a resident of imphal - I'm a journalist and visited imphal and saw this first hand.

anonymous - thanks for the comment.

shruti - why dont you write about it, it is still not late. well I have some positive stories from manipur as well - in my next blog post may be.

lahar said...

intriguing.. fascinating.. and very very beautifully inspiring! first time im commenting on a blog! takes some talent to inspire that! :)

Anonymous said...

Great images these. I feel the desolate and impending fear. Thanks for posting such lovely work.

annie said...

thanks for this. good work here.

blue sunride said...

We all berate the armed forces about this Manipur debacle. Lemme ask you something. Have you ever spoken to anyone- an officer or a jawan, from the Army about this?