Self Worth

A motivitional guru pulls out a five hundred rupee note, in a meeting with his disciples, and hold it up for all to see.

He just asked a simple question. “How much is this worth?”

“Five Hundred rupees!” the crowd yelled in unison.

“Right,” said the speaker.

He then took the note and crumpled it into a ball and asked “How much is it worth now?”

“Five Hundred rupees!” screamed the audience.

He then threw the note on the ground, stamped all over it and picked up the note and asked one more time: “And how much is it worth now?”

“Five Hundred rupees!” was the response.

“I want you to remember this,” said the speaker.

“Just because someone crumples it, or stamps on it, the value of the note does not diminish.
We should all be like the five hundred rupee note.
In our lives, there will be times when we feel crushed, stamped over, beaten. But never let your self-worth diminish.
Just because someone chose to crush you – that doesn’t change your worth one bit!
Don’t allow your self-worth to diminish because someone says something nasty or does something dirty to you.”


When money talks … !

A crusty old man walks into a bank & says to clerk, “I wanna open a f**king savings account.”

The astonished woman replies, “I beg your pardon sir, but that kind of language is not tolerated here.”
She goes to the bank manager to complain.
Manager agrees such foul language can’t be accepted.
They both return to the window & ask the old geezer, “Sir, what seems to be the problem here?”
Old man: “There is no f**king problem, I just won $200 million bucks in the f**king lottery & I want to put my f**king money in this f**king bank of yours.”
Manager: “I see, And is this bitch giving u a f**king hard time sir?
Moral of the story:When money talks, nobody checks the Language or Grammar…!
How amazing is this word “F**K” … it has even replaced the word “GOD” as the most used from the day-to-day vocabulary.
Let us see Osho the great trying to unravel some of its mysteries…!

And finally God created Man!

GOD created the DONKEY and told him, “You will work tireless from sunrise up to sunset, carrying heavy bags on your back, you will eat grass. You will not have intelligence and you will live 50 years. You will be a DONKEY!”

The DONKEY answered, “I will be a DONKEY, but living 50 years is too much, give me only 20 years!”  And GOD gave him 20 years.

GOD then created DOG and told him, “You will look after man’s house, you will be his best friend, you will eat whatever they give you and you will live 25years, You will be a DOG!”

The DOG answered, “GOD, living 25 years is too much, give only 10 years!” And GOD gave him 10 years.

GOD created the MONKEY and told him, “You will jump from branch to branch you will do silly things, you will be amusing and you will live 20 years, you will be a MONKEY!”

The MONKEY answered, “GOD, living 20 years is too much , give me only 10 years!” And GOD gave him 10 years.

Finally … ,

GOD created MAN and told him, “you will be a MAN … the only rational being on this earth and you will use your intelligence to control other animals, you will dominate the world and you will live for 20 years.”

The MAN answered, “GOD I will be a man but living 20 years is not enough, why don’t you give me the 30 years that the DONKEY refused, the 15 years that the DOG didn’t want and the 10 years that the MONKEY refused.”

That was exactly what GOD did, and since then …

MAN lives 20 years like a MAN, then he gets married and spends 30 years like a DONKEY, working and carrying the load on his back. Then, when his children leave he spends 15 years like DOG looking after the house and eating whatever is given to him. Then he gets old, retires and spends 10 years like a MONKEY, jumping from house to house or from children to children, doing silly things to amuse his grandchildren!

Myths And Legends Of Nagaland


It is often assumed that the rationale of people’s activities, the myths and customs of a society can be traced in the concept they have about the universe around them. It usually attempts to advance understanding of the way people or the society relate to the various entities of the universe around them, inside or outside of their body, animate or inanimate and the way they perceive their action – benevolent or malevolent, and their relative position in the hierarchy – conceptualized as instrument for forecasting or divination.

The effects of five main primal elements viz, Either, Air, Fire, Water and Earth can be seen so beautifully intertwined in the myths and customs, the folklores and the folk arts of every society that these appear just natural to them. A Naga way of life is always full of struggles- even in the contemporary times. And this struggle for existence is amply reflected not only in the socio-political fabric of Nagaland but also in the multifaceted art manifestations- be it visual art form like- dance form or folk song or creative arts like weaving and handicrafts.

In this article, the entire flow of the cultural milieu of the Nagaland, particularly the art and craft forms, is presented in a sectionalized format which is tried to be integrated by weaving together the following micro-themes of myths and legends into a cohesive holistic story.


(Story about Origin and Identity)

As per the myth, the Nagas unlike other groups of the region came from the rock- a symbolic metaphor for the sturdy people as they are.

Historically, the Nagas were not known by the names of the tribes they are today, rather by the name of a group of villages or ‘KHEL’. After the 1816 invasion of Assam by Myanmar, the area along with the Assam came under the rule of Myanmar. But from 1826 onwards, through the East India Company initially and by 1892 directly also, all of the modern day Nagaland except Tuensang district, came under the British rule.

Originally, of the Indo-Mongoloid race, the fourteen major naga tribes are the Angami, Ao, Chakhesang, Chang, Khemungan, Konyak, Lotha, Phom, Pochury, Rengma, Sangtam, Sema, Yimchungar, and Zeliang. The Chakhesangs are further subdivided into Chakri, Khezha and Sangtam. Each tribe has its own specific language and culture. There is no caste system but each of the naga tribes is divided into as many as twenty clans – in fact, bigger the tribe, more is the number of clans.

Nagas have different stories about their origin – but most of them point towards their origin from hill or rock. The Angamis, Semas, Rengmas and the Lothas subscribe to the KHEZA-KHONOMA legend. According to this legend, in a village named KENDMA, there was a huge stone slab that had magical properties. Grains and farm-produce spread over it for drying in morning used to get doubled in quantity by evening. The three sons of the old couple, that owned it, used it by rotation. One day there was a quarrel between the sons regarding whose turn it was. The couple fearing blood-shed, set the stone on fire, which as a result got cracked. The spirit contained within the stone escaped and the stone lost its magical properties. The sons thereafter left the village to bring the spirit back in different directions but never returned back and became the forefathers of the Angami, the Sema and the Lotha tribes.

According to another legend, subscribed by the western Angamis, the first man evolved from a lake called ‘THEMIAKELKUZIE’ near Khonoma village. The Rengmas believe that until recently they and Lothas formed one tribe. The Aos and the Phoms trace their origin to the LUNGTEROK (Six Stones) on the Chongliemdi hill.

The whole life of an average naga revolves around the hills and rocks and after death also practice in vogue till early twentieth century was to give them Stone-Urn burial and placing megalithic menhirs.


The Angamis traditionally build a fireplace with three stones. Before building a new house also, the man of the house builds an inglenook. When the construction of a house has only thatching left to complete, the fire is brought from the house of a KIKA KEPFUMA i.e., a man, who has performed the LESU ritual and thus has earned a right to put horns on his home – earning thus a higher social status. If there is no person in the clan of the house-builder, the fire is brought from the house of any person, none of whose children has died. This fire is considered sacred and thought to carry good luck from the person whose house it is brought, to the person having the new house. Owner of the new house bears a ceremonial dress and carries a spear during this ritual. In the fireplace only wood is burnt and if possible it is not allowed getting out. Even now in tribal villages, it is considered a serious crime to put a man’s fire out.

In Angami tribe the culmination of marriage ceremony is denoted by construction of a fireplace. On the third day of marriage the bridegroom sends three stones to the bride for construction of the hearth at their new place of residence. Then, both the groom and bride go to forest to collect firewood. The firewood collected by them only is burnt first in their new house signifying the start of the conjugal life for the new couple. There also exists a notion of pure and impure fire in every tribe of the Nagaland and so does the superstitions associated with it.

At childbirth, the mother is kept separate from rest of the household and a separate hearth is built for her in the same room as the general hearth. This is still practised among the non-Christian Angamis. The building of a separate hearth relates more to the liminality of the status of mother and the polluting effect which the process of giving birth may have on the household hearth.

At the time of an illness, especially an infectious one, fire was burnt in the door-way to ward off the spirit of illness.


… My Prisoner (Poem)

For long did you keep surfing,

beyond the turbulent last waves

of my struggled thoughts.

For long did you keep hiding,

behind the quite desert dunes

of my desire less-ness.

For long did you keep sleeping

below the silent graves

of my repressed soul.

At last I have hunted

you down.

Hand-cuffed in the

bondage of affection

you are my prisoner.

I’ll keep you confined

behind the secure walls

of the prison of my heart.

I’ll enshrine you

in the temple of my love.

I’ll never let you go,

‘coz you are now

my prisoner!