New Novel About Operation Bluebird 1987 In Manipur Talks Of Wounds Yet To Heal

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My interview with Boniface G Kamei (Jul 20, 2022)

The novel brings focus to military excesses in Manipur

I grew up in Manipur during the 1990s, and if there is one word to describe the condition in which people lived, it has to be Kafkaesque- a world that is characteristically bizarre, oppressive and nightmarish. Manipur used to be a state plague by insurgency and although insurgency has been successfully subdued today, the Kafkaesque experiences refuse to leave one’s mind. Often we would be shaken up from our sleep in the morning because the military personnel wanted to check the house. And after school we would see another band of personnel walking up and down the streets with their face covered as if in anticipation of something to happen. We just did not know whom to fear—the state army or the insurgents. And often there would be outbreak of firings at night. For ordinary people the only option was to hide under the bed and pray that they survive the night.

On one of these nights, I being still a child, slept while my family prayed and an aunt struggled to control her bowel movement trigger by fear. Such was life for us even as the rest of world continued to live their ordinary lives like in an ordinary day. The violence from both sides was nightmarish for us common people. The Indian historian Ranajit Guha has captured the nuances of state conflict through his theory of counter insurgency in which the state machinery portrays armed militia as terrorists. Counter insurgency gives no agency to the people in the margin as the narrative is construed around the rationale that the state is justified in violent action against the “terrorists”.

One such military operation that flamed into an inferno was Operation Bluebird conducted by the Assam Rifles. The operation was conducted in Oinam Village and 30 other villages in Manipur in July 1987 and it lasted for three months. The memories of the operation continue to haunt and traumatize the people who survived it. Often, people have reenacted the scene to dramatize the incident in their quest for justice that is in a limbo. The latest recounting of this incident has been done in the form of a novel Waiting for the Dust to Settle by Veio Pou. Pou teaches English literature in the Department of English, Shaheed Bhagat Singh College, University of Delhi. In what follows is a conversation with the author of the novel.

Veio Pou teaches English literature at the University of Delhi

1) For most of the citizens that grew up in Manipur especially in 1980s and 1990s, there was always a cloud of uncertainty about life and governance. Can you elucidate on your experience growing up in a zone torn by insurgency and military rule?

Actually, I didn’t realize how life can be so different depending on where you grow up. I grasped this truth only when I moved away from my home state to pursue higher studies. The last two decades of the twentieth century in Manipur was marked by many upheavals where the common folks were often forced to live on the edge. The antagonism between the Indian armed forces and the Naga undergrounds was a key reason for this. But as you rightly pointed out, the state forces, empowered by AFSPA (Arms Forces Special Powers Act), would impose a sort ofmilitary rule, especially when they are on their counter-insurgency operations. I’ve seen situations where they would overrule the civil administrations and get away with human rights violations.To add to all the uncertainties, the state also saw the eruption of various conflicts between the ethnic groups and the wounds continue to fester even today.

2) National narrative and Bollywood movies have romanticized the military domain especially the state army and bunkers by showing them as protecting the innocent people from antinational groups. What is your opinion on that?

Well, it’s often easy to stereotype a region on some sensationalized images that the media circulates. Like few other regions, the Northeast of India has also suffered this syndrome. And it’s disheartening when Bollywood also end up making movies that don’t quite show the other realities. It’s not that the entire region is prone to violence and conflict; there are lots of peaceful places and states where violence is quite sporadic. For a highly militarized region like the Northeast, it’s often the case that roads along the borders are built only for army patrolling convoys and not for common people to use. Yet again, when the army help build such roads; they tend to project them as though they’ve done a great service to the people. On the contrary, what ordinary citizens need is a road to their villages and good paths to their paddy fields.

3) Operation Bluebird has not really captured the imagination of India like Operation Blue Star. The latter was even broadcast on television. And although the former has received little attention, people like Nandita Haskar and Sebastian M. Hongray have come up with the book The Judgement That Never Came. Why have you emplotted Operation Bluebird in your historical fiction, Waiting for the Dust to Settle?

I think the Operation Blue Star of 1984 attracted greater attention because it also led to the assassination of the Prime Minister of India, Indira Gandhi, and subsequently caused the anti-Sikh riot across many cities. It’s one of the most unfortunate events in modern India. The nation’s attention was drawn to it rightly because the action in the aftermath of the operation got transferred to the heart of the country. In contrast, the Operation Bluebird of 1987 occurred in a part of the country which was obscure to many Indians and the victims were largely ordinary citizens. Now-a-days people have become more aware of the happenings in the Northeast, but it wasn’t so in the eighties. Yet the impact of the Operation Bluebird continues to mar the memories of the people who are staring at justice being denied. I decided to write about it because incidents like that shape the community memory of the recent past. I also wrote with the hope that people would be aware that such incidents shouldn’t happen to anyone anywhere.

4) Has the dust storm, that your book title and cover suggest, really settled? Can people really see India in Manipur on a clear bright day?

The metaphor of the dust is applicable to many issues in the novel. Yes, one of the matters relate to the Operation Bluebird. But that incident is closely tied to the larger Naga movement for self-determination. Unfortunately, as it stands today, the movement seems to be in a stalemate, and the dusts have grown thicker that we can’t quite see that lies ahead. Your second question is quite interesting because a state like Manipur still seems too “peripheral” for most people from the “mainland” to be in their imagination. Perhaps, the dust still clouds the sky for a clear vision!

5) What is the politics of publishing houses when people send manuscripts on themes that are not friendly to the state’s narrative on nation building? And how are such texts received in the body of Indian literature in English?

Well, it takes courage for a publishing house to produce works which are counter-narrative to the state’s notion of nation building.I cannot speak for others, but my experience has been that many publishing houses are a bit wary of stories based in the Northeast because of various sensationalized political issues. But they would put it in nicer ways and say that they are not into publishing such themes and doubt marketability or something of that sort. But I think there has been a slow and good reception of literary works from the region, though I feel there is a need to get rid of the psychological gap and dismissive attitude among many intellectuals.

6) Many literary works from Northeast India revolve on the issue of insurgency. Likewise, Bollywood have also made movies on it. For instance Anek that was released recently. Do you think such Bollywood narrative like Anek has the anxiety to make Northeast more India that it has to bring in the theme of patriotism and national integration?

Just because there are literary works on insurgency, it doesn’t mean that the people are only talking about it. Undeniably, however, the political unrest for many decades has shaped the realities of the region. Though many parts of the region do not see active insurgency today, talking about it is also a way of dealing with the past and how to move on. It is just as how partition has shaped many present day narratives in the eastern and north-western parts of the country.

And yes, I think India has a larger anxiety of not being more homogenous in its identity construction. Though the nation’s motto declares the celebration of its diversity, in practice there is always an effort to project the idea of India which is quite foreign to many smaller people groups. This is played out quite ostensibly in the Northeast because of the troubled past following independence. I think there is a “conquered” sense of joy in many people’s mindset when they’re able to project the region with a tinge of patriotism, and Bollywood seems to have played into the game. But wanting to paint the region with a different colour or chant certain slogans or parrot another’s language is nothing more than colonialization.

7) What should be the future trajectory of Northeast literature and India’s approach to the Northeast?

There cannot be a one way road but a multi-dimensional approach to this. Of late, there have been recognitions of the contributions of literatures from the region to the larger gamut of Indian literature. Of course, we’ve a good repository of literature in Assamese, Bengali and Meitei (Manipuri) languages for a long time now. But the recent surge of interest in the writings from the Northeast is largely focused on English writings and translations into English. And they deserve attention. It’s good to note that many universities have incorporated works of many writers from the region into the syllabus and many research scholars have taken interest in the area. This is a positive way forward. And literature can be a good medium to understand the culture and history of the people written about. I’ve come across lots of people taking interest in understanding about the region after reading literary works. I think that’s where the power of literature lies. The key to understand each other better, especially for a vast and diverse country like India, is to read more about each other’s culture and history. The ignorance of many Indians about the Northeast is also because they have read too little about the region in school. I’ve seen that most students from the Northeast are much more informed about the rest of the country than vice versa. There is a fault line in our education system that needs to be addressed. I remember, some years back the Governor of Arunachal Pradesh, B.B. Acharya, made a biting comment that the people of India know more about America than the Northeast. Perhaps, a truth lies there. It needs redressal, not dismission.

About the author: Boniface G Kamei belongs to the Rongmei Naga tribe of Manipur, India. He is currently a research scholar at the University of Hyderabad.

Writing my first novel

My debut novel, Waiting for the Dust to Settle, was finally released virtually on the 6th of November 2020. At the launch I (non)seriously mentioned that the "wait" for the book's arrival was like a painful birth! It was such a relief because the wait was long. Many times, I wondered if it was "coming or never coming"! It took many years (yes, 'many years') "waiting" on the book to see the light of day! In the end, however, I must say it was all worth the wait... For the record, I'm thankful to Speaking Tiger Books for publishing it. I write this to share my experience, hoping that it would find resonance with many who are waiting for their big moment...

But first, let me say a few words about the book release. I would have loved a physical launch – sign copies for friends and interact, but it was not to be. Given the times we were living through it was unthinkable. Nevertheless, the online launch was altogether a new experience and rewarding too, in a different way. And thanks to technology, it was good to see that many outstation family and friends could join, which otherwise wouldn't have been quite possible. Above and beyond the impressive remarks from a few (publisher, literary agent and others), I think, the line "Bless my homeland forever" from the song "Edelweiss" (a soundtrack from the movie "Sound of Music") sung by my daughter Debbie captivated many that day. It was interesting how listeners chose that particular line (as it rhymed in the chat box) and added a sort of nationalistic/sub-nationalistic flavour, in tune with an important theme from the book.

The rugged road to being noticed

Let me start by saying the book was not a "lockdown project". Many people assumed it was because it appeared during the pandemic. On the contrary, the pandemic even delayed its arrival by at least half a year! What many don’t know is that publishing in India is not easy. Harder still if you’re a debutant. Only writers or aspiring writers would understand this. Obviously, publishers wouldn't want to take a chance on you, after all, it's business for them! What is the guarantee that it will sell well? Besides other risks, the stake is quite high for publishers. I bet I would also be playing the same role, if I were in their shoes.

Of course, there is the option of self-publishing. And many are taking that route. The sprouting of self-publishing services tell a lot about this growing business. With a growing population of English speakers, the country offers a lot of people who think they can be good writers. I can imagine publishing houses piled up with unread manuscripts and their mail boxes spammed with proposals! And in most cases, there will be just silence, not even a courteous ‘no’. The wait can be deadening... I’ve been there!

One thing is for sure – it takes a lot of patience. And along the way, it is important to have people who believe in you! I was fortunate to have a few who constantly offered encouragement, otherwise, I would have given up midway. Believe it or not, I wrote the skeletal of the novel one summer vacation about seven years back (yes, seven!), and kept adding flesh to it for the next few years. Then I thought it was ready to be launched to life. So I started my “novel journey” by sending to publishing houses. But after half a dozen of rejections, I thought it would never make it. In fact, I kept it buried for a couple of years! However, a few persistent ones forced me to resurrect it. I owe a lot to them!

So, there it is – I finally got published! For me, in the end, getting published by a reputed name means that you are guaranteed of a strong media/publicity team. Unexpected or pleasantly surprising reviews from different corners tell me of the wide reach and influence of the team. Honestly, I’m honoured to be reviewed, even though some were not quite of a good taste in its entirety! Nevertheless, I take it as a learning experience and something I could keep in mind for my next novel, if ever I happen to stumble upon an idea! All in all, the reviews have been enriching, offering fresh insights to the novel. 

Who are my readers?

One of the most interesting reception of my novel was the children’s readership. When I started writing, I must admit that I didn’t quite have children as my readers in mind. On the contrary, I was writing on some serious themes which would suit the serious mind, or so I thought. Did the kids pick it up because it started with a ten year old Rakovei? Or were they appealed by the conflict situation mentioned in the blurb? It was my ten year old daughter who was one of the first to read it at home! Then I began to hear from various families too that the kids were the ones to read it ahead of the adults at home. I wondered how they were able to process all those stories of pain and anguish which, of course, were narrated alongside the beauty and innocence of country life.

In this experience, I also began to understand that often it is the adults who often define what should be children’s story and which shouldn’t be. I’ve taught theories of children’s literature to students of literature, but until this time I didn’t realise (in practice) that the child is often not consulted what her taste is or what would be suitable to her. Of course, I’m not saying that adults aren’t capable of making sensible choices for children. But children’s mind can process much more complicated stuffs than we think. They’re certainly much more imaginative and their young minds can certainly process subjects that might be challenging to the adult minds!

But this doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t have an audience in mind. What I stressed on was that there could be surprising reception, even from unthought of locations. In fact, I’m happy to hear feedbacks from various corners on some important issues that I had hoped to raise through the novel. And the reviews testify to this.

Why I write

Everyone has stories to tell. And I also wanted to play my own part – telling stories of what I’ve heard, seen and felt. And stories that I didn’t want to be silenced or vanish into the past. Some are beautiful and of unforgettable experiences; some are heart wrenching and violent. Nevertheless they all form a part of history that I thought shouldn’t be forgotten. I wanted to tell of growing up in a small town whose innocence has dissolved by the fast paced changes of modern life. And of the travellers’ road strewn with due drops on the blades of tall grasses in the woods as people walk to their villages. My stories are of the recent past, just few decades old, but with the winds of change blowing as fierce as hurricane, they are slowly disappearing without a trace. Worse still, they are being forgotten. I tried to tell a bit of this in my piece in The Hindu.

Let me end with a thought on the title. Most readers would be able to read into the word “waiting” and connect the many stories in the novel. The wait for a solution to the protracted Indo-Naga conflict comes as a major point, but there are several others that awaits peace – people as well as the land. My only prayer is that it will not be an endless wait. And to those who hear, I hope it helps you see things at a micro level.

My battle with COVID-19

It all started with body ache. I woke up to a terribly broken body as though I've been battered in some torture machine the previous night! This was 12 April 2021. I couldn't tell which side was less painful to lie on...

A day later, Ashuni was also caught. Same symptoms. It was as though her body was also saying, 'in sickness and in health'. We were told that the new strands of covid has several other symptoms. So, we suspected that we must have got! The next day, third day since it begun, we got ourselves tested. It came negative! We were relieved in a way and so considered it some kind of a viral.

But on Friday, 16 April, fever gripped me. Ashuni felt better. Somehow she recovered henceforth.... As for me, it seems to be just the beginning. Fever was becoming more intense. Upon advice we did Chest CT scan. The result was clearly pointing to covid. But just to make sure, we tested again. This time were positive!

 
Anyway, we couldn't really isolate. We have already exposed enough to infect others. Besides, the kids were in no way able to stay away from us, especially, the younger... she's the sensitive one. She could sense that all is not well, so wanted to give us hugs and send in love notes. When we wanted to avoid close contacts she would be upset. Thankfully, God's protection was much visible through it all, especially, keeping the kids from catching the infection!

The battle wages on:

And so, the battled waged on. Fever recurred every 5-6 hourly despite the 650 mg paracetamol tablets. To make things worse, the body ache continued and cough was adding to the discomfort. Sponging in between helped. And when you're sick you get lots of medical advice, most of which don't really help because it only adds to the anxiety... but the advice to lie down in proning position helped, not only to help my oxygen level up but also to help me sleep better.

 
The few days of my SpO2 hovering between 90-94 got Ashuni really worried that she considered hospitalization. Of course, she was also advised medically. But the thought of hospitalization didn't sit well with me. I couldn't imagine being left alone, unsure if I'll be attended to properly. Somehow, wherever she tried calling, whichever way to get access to hospital bed, things didn't quite materialize. Partly, I'm thankful that it didn't work out... and of course, through the prayers of many near and dear ones, my condition improved by the day...

Anyway, to cut the long story short, fever left after about 7-8 days, but, of course, after rounds of medications required to heal. I'm now recovering well, by God's grace. Though, after close to three weeks, I still feel a little weak.

Lessons learnt:

First of all, the weeks long suffering made me empathize with fellow sufferers. Until this moment, COVID-19 seems to be something distant. It felt like something that happened out there. But when it affected my family this time, it made me realize the trauma of what many people had to endure because of the infectious disease. Unfortunately, this time around, it has affected most families we know. We all know that the numbers are so much underreported.

 
Secondly, isolation is a luxury not everyone can afford. Living a middle class lifestyle in a city of Delhi has always been a struggle, economically. And when the government, or anyone, tell us to isolate if tested positive, it's easier said than done. When you don't have the luxury of having an extra room, how do you expect families to be dedicating one room for an infected person? I can understand when families are altogether infected, not because of anything else but for want of space at home. For us, it was made all the more difficult because we had the weakness of not being able to let kids stay away from us. But I also know this is the case with many families...

Thirdly, the timeless lesson on the uncertainty of life. It's a dreadful situation in India at the moment. What's worse, it could be about a tragedy in a family known to you!
The last few weeks of struggling with covid was more painful when I heard of two people well-known to me succumbing to the disease, directly or indirectly. One was a spiritual mentor through BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) and the other a member of the church. It was hard not to be emotional. It was even more dreadful to think death could be lurking at your door because you're battling the same... But through it all, I've learnt to depend more on God, because He is the author of life. What am I that I should hold on to life as though everything depended on me? It's God that gives life and He takes away the same breath of life.

Some concluding thoughts:

This section could be considered advice (not that I've become wiser) by those who are battling the disease at the moment or are attending to one...

 
Don't listen to all advices. Of course, medical advices are necessary. In fact, we were fortunate to have doctor friends who are ready to receive our calls whenever. But, I think, we have many people around us who end up being the friends of Job. Sometimes, some advices make you more sick and anxious about the condition you're in. In my case, I was fortunate to have a wife who could keep away the phone and ignore the calls to let me rest!

 
Eat well and sleep well. If there's one natural process for healing, that is the one! Thankfully, I didn't lose the sense of taste, like many others, so I could eat, though not much at a time... and sleep! I think sleep/rest is the body's way to recovery and back to health. Close to three weeks now since I first got the symptoms, I still need extra sleep... but again, this too is a luxury not everyone can afford. I'm thankful for the curfew that is on in the city at the moment!

My prayers and wishes to all who are battling COVID-19 at the moment. May God grand you healing in a special way.