Late Gollhang Paojangam hi Twikong Vangkho ah Sept. 1972 kum in ana peng in ahi. Late Hemkholun Haokip leh Late Nenghoi Haokip chate Numei-2 leh Pasal-3 lah a Pasal milai pa ahi.
Opinion and Thoughts
I don't know why I love so much keeping memories for future view.Sometime it give me good reminder as well as not good feeling when I look back to those past. But then I still love this hobbies of mine keeping things and saving precious memories for future sharing. whenever I have free time l browse back to the past of my page and it encourage me to be still good always. Who know I could be the source of all the History,, yeah that's my motives.
Saturday, 26 April 2025
Late Gl. Paojangam Haokip Sept. 1972 - 18th April 2025
Monday, 21 January 2019
Good Luck MasterChin

#Cici go on with your thuiness
Tuesday, 25 December 2018
Alis Hoinuntheng Haokip
Jingkah niden 5:00 AM, IST don in M Tolpijang Village a um Nu Hohoi le Pa Ngamsei jin pathen goupeh naocha melhoi tah ahin nei lhon tan, a innsung mite le houbung miten kipaa lem na aki nei jin ahe. God's own Home whatapp group ah Big Brother Thangboi jin ahin post in ahile koima akipah lou akium tapon phat sot pi hiti hun kipa message akiki thot to in ahin Naotum Chongneo din kipa na asang deh e. Amin hi Naotum deisah najal a Alis kisah ahin aban a Hoinuntheng khu anule apa in asah hon ahe. A uten vahnikho a peng ahi jeh in vah to kisai (Jem,Chan,Em) kiti ho jaoleh tin Hoinunjem / Hoinunem tidi hi ana kiha sei jin, ahin Hoinuntheng tin ngai tah in ana kisah tai.
Naocha le a innsung mite Pathen in phatthei boh in tin naocha hinkho jong pathen in hin ma pui jing ta hen.
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Bethlehem Church OPCC mun a akilhan ni programe ahi e |
Sunday, 9 December 2018
Sezzzzzzxzzzzzzzz PCT 2018 Dec. 12. 2:50AM
Really had a great time here, you all will be missed badly by Me:'(I wish the very best for ur future..
ps: for those people whose last day is today(kiss)
Thanks for all the good times.
Had the best work environment by far.
Sometimes we jokes around to the extent that we even laugh so hard.
Words are just short off to explain all the things.
Just wishing you all the best for the future.
my last message to you all who will not be coming to office anymore!
Good luck!(y)(y)(y)(y)(yn)(yn)
ALL DA TYM WE HAD TOGETHER
AND AS OUR LIFE CHANGE
B WATEVR
WE WILL STILL B SEZZZZZZZZ FOREVR
coz of this environment only,i was not able to leave earlier.
i promise to stand by Sezzzz if there should ever be a fight with monkey in future.Count me in :P
one tip: if you confidently say whatever you think to monkey,he will be scared of you. aza! aza! fighting !(flex)(flex)(flex)(flex)(flex)(chuckle)(chuckle)
If the Lord's the Lord of them
And a friend will not say never
'Cause the welcome will not end
Though it's hard to let you go
In the Father's hands we know
That a lifetime's not too long
To live as friends
In the fertile soil of you
Can't believe the hopes He's granted
Means a chapter in your life is through
But we'll keep you close as always
It won't even seem you've gone
'Cause our hearts in big and small ways
Will keep the love that keeps us strong
If the Lord's the Lord of them
And a friend will not say never
'Cause the welcome will not end
Though it's hard to let you go
In the Father's hands we know
That a lifetime's not too long
To live as friends
Springing from the hope we know
We will pray the joy you'll live in
Is the strength that now you show
But we'll keep you close as always
It won't even seem you've gone
'Cause our hearts in big and small ways
Will…
Saluni: glo ... no matter hw far .. u go ,,...ul alwys b ma summer of 69 (yn)
Mathew: To bid a farewell to Glo,,, Let us all "PHEWWWWWWWWWWWWW" together,,,,
And for last time there is selfie in Bay 18.
Monday, 19 October 2015
Sleepless night
Listening repeatedly
Makes me feels you.
I don't know whether l cud call u my dear or not, but what if l just call you 'BABE'? CUZ tonight how much u occupied my mind can never b compare like anything else. I really don't know how to go on if this continues tomorrow. I just don't want the sun to come up for new day, if its gonna b same day. l just want to hold you right now.
Every single beat of music feel like your heart beat which really feels good on repeated replay.
Putting headset on vibe me away wth rhythming jazz, all of ur sweet smile flash with colors, beautiful enough to sense your sweet fragrance.
Would Rather feels good go insane.
Oh.. Baby its not early to make decisions. I knw yu v gt lot more, but baby you knw l love you from the star, just don't look around. Wanna make you my heart queen.
Wednesday, 9 September 2015
Our Martyr#1 KHAIJAMANG TOUTHANG, 11 YEARS
"As he was running away from the commotion, both hands raised in total surrender, a bullet pierced through his young body from the back and his left hand slid down to hold his exit wound, his right hand still raising in the air to show that he never posed any threat"
by ZMW
For an eleven year old boy, he had gone through more hardships in life than most grown men. His father, Mr. Haokhothang Touthang, died when Khaijamang was barely eight, leaving behind a poor family to fend for themselves. His aunty and uncle took them in after his father died. His mother would work on the traditional loom weaving tribal shawls to make ends meet, while his grandmother would chip in by baking changman - the famous sticky rice bread - and selling it at the local market. Khaijamang, the third youngest among six siblings, was their constant companion and errand boy. Quiet, obedient and extremely helpful by nature, he would never refuse to run an errand for them. Though he was still too young to help on the loom or in baking, he would always be nearby to help in whatever little way he could. On most days when his mother and grandmother were preoccupied with work, he would busy himself in carrying water or cooking lunch and dinner for the family.
This innocent boy’s precious life was brutally snatched away from him on the fateful day of September 1, 2015. Killed by a single shot from the back by a bullet fired by the Manipur Police in Lamka, who were supposedly trying to control the tribals protesting against the passage of the three Bills by the Manipur Assembly the previous day.
“It breaks my heart to think of my little boy lying in the morgue, lifeless and never coming home again. The only consolation, if there is any at all, is that he is not alone – the others who had been murdered are with him even in death, and I respect the people’s wish to keep him there until the issue is resolved”, said his mother, Nemneilhing, between sobs, still unable to come to terms with her loss.
Born on March 7, 2004, Khaijamang couldn’t continue with his schooling for quite sometime after his father died. At the time of his death, he was reading in Class – III at the Tuibuong Govt. School. His eldest brother, Thongminlen Touthang (19), presently studies in Class – XII (Arts) at Savio School, Imphal, while his youngest sibling, Vahkimchan is a bubbly girl of barely four years. His elder sister is married while his two brothers, Thanggoulal (13) and Luntinsei (7) are looked after by the Bethel Children Home and both are schooled at the nearby Blue Star Academy.
His closest friend, Seiminlen, is yet to fully understand the implication of Khaijamang’s death. But it is apparent that he misses him, and is trying to make sense of it all. “He is my best friend. We always hang out together, day or night, and we never disagree. He would always stand up for me. I really miss him...” he trails off.
As the bullet ripped through his young body that fateful noon, he slumped to the ground and never got up again. An eyewitness recounted what he saw: "Everything happened so fast. It was all helter skelter as people ran for cover from the firing. But I would never forget what I saw - the boy holding his exit wound with one hand and raising the other in the air. And the next moment, he simply fell."
No one really knew how he ended up at the police station where the standoff took place between the security forces and the protesters. His mother recalled how his curious boy loved to watch public gatherings. Perhaps, this curiosity led him to check out the commotion, only to become one of the eight victims of the police forces’ brutality.
Another eyewitness who rushed the boy to the District Hospital, described the last minutes of the boy's battle for his life: "I was watching from a distance when they started pelting stones and throwing molotov coctail at the police station. Suddenly the gate opened and the firing followed. There were around three or four people right in front of the gate. Two of them immediately fell. Everyone ran for cover. Then I saw the boy. I don't know where he came from but he was running towards New Lamka when he too got hit from the back and fell. I rushed to pick him up and took him to the hospital with the help of some people living nearby. He was bleeding profusely and began to scream in pain. I stood by as the doctors attended to him. While he was given blood transfusion and fitted with oxygen mask, I asked him about his parents, his school and assured him that he was gonna be fine. But I was wrong. He soon drifted away...."
As he lay dying amid the chaos, just moments before he was rushed to the hospital, he feebly whispered ‘I am thirsty’. The last coherent words he’d spoken before he was silenced forever.
ZMW
Source: United Tribals of Manipur | https://goo.gl/nvH0ti
Late Gl. Paojangam Haokip Sept. 1972 - 18th April 2025
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