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Christmas Holiday | Are you going home?? December 16, 2008

Posted by Pupu Zou in Christmas.
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This is what everyone is asking. Are you going home? Where are you going to celebrate this year Christmas? And one very common question in our native state is…. What is in the menu this year?

Are you going home?

This question itself signifies the significants of Christmas to the Christians. No one think of going home in the middle of the year. But, when December approaches, people starts asking are you going home? Christmas as we found in the Bible, this is the time when Jesus was born in Bethlehem.  

To be continued……………..

My Childhood Christmas Memoirs November 21, 2008

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When i think of my Childhood Christmas celebrations, I wish I could recall those innocent memories and unforgotable moments. In my imaginations, I can see all my Childhood friend’s faces. It scrolls like a photo sliding on a photo frame. I am confuse wher to start and where to end up my writing.

Though I was born in Behiang Village, I do not have any memory of Behiang as we were shifted to Daijang before I can recollect memories. Daijang Village, which we popularly known as the Bethlehem of the Zo people because it is the place where Zomi National Congress was established and the Word ZOMI /Zo was first proclaimed my the Zo leaders.

The farthest event which I can recollect is that, On December 23, my mom took me to Lamka where all my uncles were residing. It was also the first time I saw Lamka in my humble life. By reaching New Lamka I start wondering how would it be, if i ware residing in Lamka town. I saw vehicles, buildings and so many thing which were out of the sight in a village. It was in the year 1980, then I was only 4 years old.

We went direct to Zoveng, where my uncles are staying, by reaching Zoveng, we were warmly greeted by my uncles and aunties. I was asked to tell what I like most which was promised it would be bought. I replied Pistol. Then my uncle took me to old bajar and bought me a two rupees pistol with a dozen of pistol caps. I was so happy and wanted to return home as soon as possible. But I was told that we would be staying one night at my uncle’s place. And the next day come. Me and my mom return home.

By reaching home, all my village kids gathered in our home, I was the king on that day. I words were followed by each and everyone… because I have a pistol………..

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