The Trapdoor Opens: Naga Diaries 3

only in naga a man you can find called mao .... :) another good pisece HN.

Hi Harish:

``Mao then took us to the local bazaar, where only the Nagas shop for their food. The material on display was nothing short of exotic. Worms, at least four types of them, almost the same length of about 4 inches; then there were larvae of what Mao said were dragonflies- the larger of the larvae looked more like a grasshopper, and Amlan surmised that it was the Praying Mantis. Then there were large frogs cut open and displayed, smaller frogs packed in transparent plastic covers with some water inside, squeezed in like train passengers in a Bombay fast, only one or two of the small frogs leaping occasionally over the crowd of about 40, and falling back exhausted.``

No wonder Indians don`t feel the same passion about Nagaland that they do towards Kashmir. While Nagas do not think of themselves as Indians, the fact is that most Indians do not think of them as Indians either. This is not a match made in heaven.

I still luv those Naga shawls.:)

Generally good piece. You mix the past and present tenses a lot! I understand it is a diary, but shouldn`t somebody clean it up a bit before putting it up on the ``stage``?

[I begged out at first, then jumped right in.]

An argument can be made that - left to your own natural instincts - you would have run away.

[...Sunil gallantly ordered Pork, and rice. Amlan stuck to vegetarian: Yam soup, Lai patta, and an omelette. Me, I safely sat on the fence, saying I will taste rice and pork, and have a Lai patta and an omellete.]

And next morning, all our efforts paid off in multiple colors and aromas in proportion to the inputs! Gee, I have seldom seen such detailed coverage of trivialities - except the last time I saw it, and the time before that, and so on and so forth!