Hlaphuah tumin.

Kala hrereng mai K.V Multipurpose Durtlang-a School kan kallai khian Guns n Roses vanglai tak a ni bawk a. Axl Rose lem te, Slash lem te,pistol a rose kawkalh awm te kan zirlaibu khawilaiah mai chuan kan thai nasa hle a. Kan banah hriau in pistol leh Rose lem kan han chhu thi sawr sawr a, pa viau in kan inhria a nihmahna. "Nice boy don't play rock and roll" tih hla kha zankhat chu ka ngaithlafuh tlat mai a. Chu chuan ka rilru a luah reng a hostel a kan awmlai chuan hla ropui tak a lo pianchhuah phah ta a ni.

"You're becoming nice boy now....So don't let your mind play tricks on you.. use you're illusion and be a nice boy"... A tlardang a awm thei tawhlo a quit hian a quit fai vek. A ruk te a ka phuah kha a nia, kan thianpa pakhat hian a lo hmu pek a a han nui nasa khawp a, nice boy..... a ti vaih chuan.. rum tak a en leh kut tum hmuh a ni mai.

A thluk awm chi hi chu ka chikat deuh avangin poetry kan han bei leh chiam a. Free verse kantia..a nuam phian duh duh kan thai zet zet mai. A rhyme awm ang chi hi kan han hmelhriat ve leh a tlarhnih bak hmasawn a har kher mai. Ka tlawm e, ka pu saisawm kap..Tichuan a thluk lam bawkah kan tuan leh a sangkima leh Maruata te zaithiam an ni bawk a ka bulah ka awmtir kan phuah leh ta. "I Close my eyes and try to see you. Venture into your Holy kingdom. Here i am trap in this dark world. I Keep calling out your name. Trying hard to stay alive. Help me make it thru' the end"... ngawirawh a tlar pawh ka theihnghilh zo ta! Sangkima hian Delhi lamah te a lo zui be pui a ni awm a. A zaithiam tho bawk a a thu lam chu a ngaithla tute'n an chian vakloh ka beisei.

Thinlung a lawmlai a lo ni leh a hlaphuah bawk ka han tum leh a, ka ziak chhuak a sei mah mah. A thluk tur guitar kuah meuhin ka han ti ve, ka siamthatnanah ka rilru a tir a mi ang lo buiin a hla a kal ta. Dar sawm pahnih piahlam a rik tawh avangin ka chhunzawm duh talo a.

Umhh! Mihring hian chemkal zawng theuh kan nei a, hlaphuah zawng ka chanpual a lo ni velo. Engpawhnise kala tum fo ang ka phur thut chuan..

ENTERTAINING ANGELS!

Note:Story found and Share, written by Anon, Enjoy!

It was fifty years ago, on a hot summer day, in the deep south. We lived on a dirt road, on a sand lot. We were, what was known as "dirt poor". I had been playing outside all morning in the sand.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp clanking sound behind me and looking over my shoulder, my eyes were drawn to a strange sight! Across the dirt road were two rows of men, dressed in black and white, striped, baggy uniforms. Their faces were covered with dust and sweat. They looked so weary, and they were chained together with huge, black, iron chains. Hanging from the end of each chained row was a big, black, iron ball.

They were, as polite people said in those days, a "Chain Gang," guarded by two, heavily armed, white guards. I stared at the prisoners as they settled uncomfortably down in the dirt, under the shade of some straggly trees. One of the guards walked towards me. Nodding as he passed, he went up to our front door and knocked. My mother appeared at the door, and I heard the guard ask if he could have permission to get water from the pump, in the backyard, so that "his men" could "have a drink". My mother agreed, but I saw a look of concern on her face, as she called me inside.

I stared through the window as each prisoner was unchained from the line, to hobble over to the pump and drink his fill from a small tin cup, while a guard watched vigilantly. It wasn't long before they were all chained back up again, with prisoners and guards retreating into the shade, away from an unrelenting sun. I heard my mother call me into the kitchen, and I entered, to see her bustling around with tins of tuna fish, mayonnaise, our last loaf of bread, and two, big, pitchers of lemonade. In what seemed "a blink of an eye", she had made a tray of sandwiches using all the tuna we were to have had for that night's supper.

My mother was smiling as she handed me one of the pitchers of lemonade, cautioning me to carry it "carefully" and to "not spill a drop." Then, lifting the tray in one hand and holding a pitcher in her other hand, she marched me to the door, deftly opening it with her foot, and trotted me across the street. She approached the guards, flashing them with a brilliant smile. "We had some leftovers from lunch," she said, "and I was wondering if we could share with you and your men." She smiled at each of the men, searching their dark eyes with her own eyes of "robin's egg blue."Everyone
started to their feet. "Oh no!" she said. "Stay where you are! I'll just serve you!" Calling me to her side, she went from guard to guard, then from prisoner to prisoner, filling each tin cup with lemonade, and giving each man a sandwich.

It was very quiet, except for a "thank you, ma'am," and the clanking of the chains. Very soon we were at the end of the line, my mother's eyes softly scanning each face. The last prisoner was a big man, his dark skin pouring with sweat, and streaked with dust. Suddenly, his face broke into a wonderful smile, as he looked up into my mother's eyes, and he said, "Ma'am, I've wondered all my life if I'd ever see an angel, and now I have! Thank you!" Again, my mother's smile took in the whole group. "You're all welcome!" she said. "God bless you." Then we walked across to the house, with empty tray and pitchers, and back inside.

Soon, the men moved on, and I never saw them again. The only explanation my mother ever gave me, for that strange and wonderful day, was that I "remember, always, to entertain strangers, for by doing so, you may entertain angels, without knowing."

Then, with a mysterious smile, she went about the rest of the day. I don't remember what we ate for supper, that night. I just know it was served by an angel.

Ngaiteh! chutichuan..

Ka tet deuh lai khan tawilailir bearing-in kan siam thin a. Driver pawh ka ni phalo handyman ngat ka ni, a jam ka kam thin! Kha kan Tawlai kha minla ruk sak zui a, detective takin kan chhui hnu-ah kan hmu leh hram a. A hmawrah hian zawngte lem kan dah va va mai a nuam ve deuh a ni. Khata tang khan motor khalh hi chu kalo zir tan tawh reng tih tun hnu hian ka hreleh hnuhnawh a. rawlthar kan ni chho a thiante'n Select an lei sup sup nula an rim.. an rimloh hlanin kanlo hawh ve ang lawp lawp a. Kan pawisa khawlsa in petrol kan han thun ve sat sat a. License neih loh avangin Mobile kan han hel zak zak a, kawng kha a va han kual thui thin em.


Tunah ka thian te'n an lo bawl lawk ang. Research scholar thah :-)

World cup a lo ni a thianten football star thlalak an lakhawm a, keipek chuan Bike racer ho te, Moto GP thlalak te kalo lakhawm ve thung a. Ka bangah hian ka tar a ka en ve vawng vawng thin. Nu te hnena han ngen ngawt lah thawhchhuah nei mang silo...nei ta pawh ni ila, ka motor chuang ve hi an lung a muang theilo.. ka chesual palh ang.. chuti khati... an sawi tur ka hrelawk vek.. ka dil lo zok ta mai a ni. Engzat fakau nge ka awhchhiat tawh a, neihleilo a ka duh leh takloh hi ka kutzung tang hian chhiar dawn ila a daih hauh tawhlo ang.

Tunah Helmet anlo bawl leh ang :-)

Hunte an liam zel a zangkhua a lo bungbu ta, bungbu tak a ni :-) Bike second hand ka sawi ve ngam ta! Thianpa Dawnga'n vai hmel hriat ho a lo be rawn a pakhat chu ka hma ah rawn lan tir a ni a, mahse ka lung a dum meuhlo. Ka lei duh thu kan sawi dek dek a, thiante'n leilo mai rawh.. a tul lo em mai an tia..Nia a tul rihlo kumkhat ka nghak leh..

Tunah Mendi modelin anlo lakpui ve leh ang,an meng ngam meuhlo.. kut a pawimawh hle

Tul ta aniang secondhand lei chungchang chu ka chhungte meuh pawh ka sawipui ngam ta. Mahse second hand zawng a thin pawh ka ning a, ka lung a dum leh theilo. Mi zawng zawngin an neih hnu deuh thaw ah Pathian malsawmna dawngin keima kutkawih ve ngei maiin ka Bike awh deuh mai chu ka lei ve ta a ni. Tunge "Hallelui" pe dawn le?

Chetchhiat vawikhatna: Petrol ka thun ve ang tre traw a ka tlan ve vawk vawk. Tuk khat chu nung duh talo, petrol pum a mi bottol in ka han lei ka thun ta a la nung duh chuanglo, mang a ang tran. Ka thawk lawk a, a thar ve lem chu ka leina dawr thleng ka va nawr triah2. Petrol-ah chuan tui a lo awm treuh chu ni in an thuahfai ka hahpui hle. Thilnung duhlo hi a buaithlak hle tih ka zirchhuak a :-)

Vote of thanks: Thlasik khaw vawt a ni tan tawh bawk a vawt of thanks kan sawi ang e. Ka leina min kalpui tu Elvy-a leh apatea chungah hian ka lawm em em a, an pahnih hian vote tamtak an hmu a ni. :-) Remchan velah ka phur vawk vawk ang. An blog pawh inlo tloh ve ziah dawn nia, ngaihnawm thei a nia. Haha

A PILLOW AND A BLANKET

Note: This is the story i have come across. Hoping you enjoy reading as i do.

A long time ago, a young, wealthy girl was getting ready for bed. She was saying her prayers when she heard a muffled crying coming through her window. A little frightened, she went over to the window and leaned out.

Another girl, who seemed to be about her age and homeless was standing in the alley by the rich girl's house. Her heart went out to the homeless girl, for it was the dead of winter, and the girl had no blanket, only old newspapers someone had thrown out.

The rich girl was suddenly struck with a brilliant idea. She called to the other girl and said, "You there, come to my front door, please." The homeless girl was so startled she could only manage to nod.

As quick as her legs could take her, the young girl ran down the hall to her mothers closet, and picked out an old quilt and a beat up pillow. She had to walk slower down to the front door as to not trip over the quilt which was hanging down, but she made it eventually. Dropping both the articles, she opened the door. Standing there was the homeless girl, looking quite scared.

The rich girl smiled warmly and handed both articles to the other girl. Her smile grew wider as she watched the true amazement and happiness alight upon the other girl's face. She went to bed incredibly satisfied.

In mid-morning the next day a knock came to the door. The rich girl flew to the door hoping that it was the other little girl there. She opened the large door and looked outside. It was the other little girl. Her face looked happy, and she smiled. "I suppose you want these back."

The rich little girl opened her mouth to say that she could keep them when another idea popped into her head. "No, I want them back."

The homeless girl's face fell. This was obviously not the answer she had hoped for. She reluctantly laid down the beat up things, and turned to leave when the rich girl yelled, "Wait! Stay right there."

She turned in time to see the rich girl running up the stairs and down along corridor. Deciding whatever the rich little girl was doing wasn't worth waiting for she started to turn around and walk away. As her foot hit the first step, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder, turning she saw the rich little girl, thrusting a new blanket and pillow at her. "Have these." she said quietly.

These were her own personal belonging made of silk and down feathers.

As the two grew older they didn't see each other much, but they were never far from each other's minds. One day, the Rich girl, who was now a Rich woman got a telephone call from someone. A lawyer, saying that she was requested to see him.

When she arrived at the office, he told her what had happened. Forty years ago, when she was nine years old, she had helped a little girl in need. That grew into a middle-class woman with a husband and two children. She had recently died and left something for her in her will. "Though," the lawyer said, "it's the most peculiar thing. She left you a pillow and a blanket."

Meet teen of the Year!

I'm proud to present you the young talented "Ankana", TEEN OF THE YEAR 2007 India, my student at the College. This is her video. Enjoy :-)

Buaithlak!

Kan khawvel chenna hi zawng buaithlak khawp mai!