In Search of a Lost War - Imphal Diaries Day Two India Peace Memorial

After completing my first day at Imphal spending time at the Imphal War Cemetery and Kangla Fort, i was in an expectant mood for the day ahead at Red Hill, Moirang and Loktak lake the following day. In this blog i cover the India Peace Memorial erected at the base of the Red Hill near Imphal. Leaving the hotel at sharp 9 AM we set off in the direction of the India Peace Memorial at the base of Red Hill, Maibam Lopkaching which is situated about 19 km's away from Imphal on the Tiddim Road. The Battle for Red Hill was one of the most bloody battles fought near Imphal in World War 2 and was the closest the Japanese and INA got to Imphal. The densely wooded hill stands next to the Tiddim Road and at the base of the hill lies the India Peace Memorial setup by the Japanese Government to honour all the soldiers who died on the Japanese, Indian and British sides. There is lovely poignant stone in black 'This Monument shall stand as a prayer of peace and a symbol of friendship between the peoples of Japan and India. In memory of all those who lost their lives in India during the last World War'. The same inscription is repeated in Japanese ( see photos below courtesy author) Image of Densely wooded Red Hill where over 50,000 soldiers lost their lives in battle across Japanese, INA and British Indian Army lines.

A stone plaque commemorating the Battle of Red Hill setup by the Government of Manipur

The India Peace Memorial with the three stones representing the 3 nations represented in the Battle Honours

The battle took place between May 21-29th,1944 and the Peace Memorial was setup on the 50th anniversary of the Battle of Imphal in 1944. I walked around the memorial and foothills of Red Hill soaking in the remains of what must have been a place of death and destruction some 72 years back.
Walking down from the Peace Memorial towards the road i found a small temple, built in Japanese style which had seen better days. The temple was set in black and white stones with Japanese inscriptions. Next to the temple lay a small anti-aircraft battery used by the Japanese in the battle. It is one of the few ruins that one finds of pitched battle that took place over 70 years ago.

Author poses at the India Peace Memorial

Japanese Temple adjacent to the Peace Memorial

World War 2 Vintage Anti-Aircraft Battery

Beside the main road lies a large board commemorating the 71st anniversary of the Battle for Imphal, of which Battle for Red Hill was a part. This was a big event held in May 2015 with the ambassadors of Japan and Australia in India in attendance along with the Manipur Chief Minister. Sadly there was no representative from the Central Government.
As i took photographs and made some notes, i wondered how it must have been for the thousands of young men who fought a pitched battle in these conditions. Sadly these battles and men have long been forgotten, lost in the sands of time. I was reminded of the touching words at the Kohima War Cemetery 'When you go home, tell them of us and say for your tomorrow, we gave our today'. How apt and touching these words were. 

In Search of a Lost War - Imphal Diaries Day One

While a lot has been written about World War 2 in Europe and the Far East, not much is known about the great battles fought in the North Eastern states of India in the summer of 1944. A renewed interest among Indian writers has led to recent works like Hemant Singh Katoch's ' Battlefields of Imphal' and Raghu Karnad's 'The Farthest Field' that have explored how the war impacted people in India. With a plan to write a story set in the North East of India during World War 2, a trip to Manipur was very much on the cards for me. So with a plan to visit Imphal and Moirang i set out one early morning taking the Indigo flight from Kolkata to Imphal. The plan was to cover the Imphal War Cemetery, India Peace Memorial and the INA Museum at Moirang. I wanted to visit Kohima as well, the scene of a bloody battle between the British Indian Army and the Japanese along with the INA, but could not make it as i had no time to apply for the inner line permit needed for going to Nagaland. Thankfully the ILP is no more needed for Manipur and i was able to plan the trip at very short notice. landing on a Saturday morning, i checked into the Classic Hotel and booked a car from my afternoon trip to Imphal War Cemetery. There were two War Cemetery's - one for the British Army and another for British Indian Army both located in Imphal. The British it appears followed the principle of divide and rule even in death as there are two different cemetery's for the British Army and British Indian Army. While the armies fought shoulder to shoulder and the British Indian Army was the largest volunteer force in World War 2, yet they found no place in the same cemetery. The War Cemetery's are well maintained as they receive grants from the Commonwealth War Graves Commission (CWGC). The British Army Cemetery had an unidentified Hindu soldier buried along with the British officers and men. The lovely poignant setting made the afternoon a memorable one as i paused briefly before each of the stone plaques in front of the graves to ponder on how these young men met their end so far away from home. (images of British Army Cemetery in Imphal)

Walking down the pathways between the horizontal rows of graves i found a white marble plaque with the immortal words 'Their Name Liveth for Ever More'. It made me ponder, that while the British and Australian governments commemorated the 70th anniversary of the Battle of Imphal in 2014, not  much was heard of and written in India. Why are we so indifferent to our own martyrs and history?

The memorials made me ponder on the futility of war and yet so many years later we still have so many wars being fought in the world around us. A nun from a local convent was out with a group of school kids and i requested her to take my photograph a memory of my trip to place that held a special place in my heart.

Came across a touching message from loving parents who had lost their only son 'Nothing but memories as we linger on thinking of you'. War creates divide, yet the human race seems to be hell bent on self-destruction. After spending the better part of an hour i slowly retracted my steps to my vehicle to head to the British Indian Army Cemetery a mile away. Driven through decrepit narrow lane that finally ended in the impressive British Indian Army Cemetery of Imphal where over 800 soldiers are buried. While the Hindu and Sikh soldiers were cremated as per their religious orders, the Muslim soldiers were buried here.

 A lot of the soldiers and officers buried here are from the Corps of the Royal Engineers and the Indian Regiment of Artillery. It is strange that our history has so little space for these young men who died in the prime of their lives. They are truly a 'Forgotten Army' so as to say.

Spending close to an hour at the Indian Army cemetery and spending a few minutes to speak to the caretaker there i realized barring a few locals and few foreigners who visit in search of lost relatives who fought the great war many decades back, there is very little interest among domestic tourists in India. History needs to be rewritten in India to create awareness about the battles fought in North East which had a huge impact on India history. My final stop for the day was the Kangla Fort also in Imphal where the British Fourteenth Army led by General Slim had their headquarters. Manipur was an independent state till 1891 when the British finally took it over. Kangla Fort was the seat of power for Manipuri (Meetei) rulers before the British captured it in the last decade of the nineteenth century.

Images of Kangla Fort (photo credits - author)
Spending close to two hours traversing the Kangla Fort on foot i finally ended the day with my field notes. It was a challenge finding General Slim's cottage which i finally did after some traversing the area close to the moats.

This was the end of my first day in Imphal. The next day had an exciting agenda to visit the India Peace Memorial near the Red Hill outside Imphal, Moirang where INA raised the Indian tricolour for the first time on April 14th, 1944 and Loktak Lake. More about day 2 in my next blog. Happy reading.

Exploring the Atlantic Coast of Ireland

Hardly two weeks into my baptism in Ireland, we ventured into the West Coast of Ireland that meets the mighty Atlantic Ocean. Leaving early on a Sunday morning, catching the Dublin Tour Company bus that headed into a misty highway towards Galway. The trip seemed exhausting based on the internet advertisement that caused some of the group to drop out at the last minute, though five of us were convinced it was worth every minute spent. Stopping for a short break at Galway, we headed coast ward to cover the coastal sections of Kinvarra, Doolin and the Cliffs of Moher. The first stop was the Dunguaire Castle near the south eastern shore of Galway Bay near Kinvarra. We climbed the stone wall adjoining the road, into supposedly private property and headed downhill to capture iconic shots of the castle and the back waters, that were now in low tide. Swans swam in the calm waters and we were told that when the tide comes in the water rises over 10 feet engulfing a lot of the low lands where we stood now ! (the gang of five immortalised in the frame below ;)

This was followed by a lovely drive along the Gallway Bay with the surrounding limestone hills, carved be geological forces of many years including glacial flows from the last Ice Age. The city of Galway was now left behind with the only evidence being white buildings in the horizon as we sped through the coastal highway crossing a white lighthouse. (see image below)

We stopped at a small limestone hill that meets the highway at a sharp angle. Climbing to a vantage point in quick time, i managed a few shots of the amazing landscape (see images below).

The cavernous limestone cut by glacial action made for some interesting climbing and lovely photos to savour as well. Reaching the highest point on the limestone hill, and using my Carl Zeiss optical zoom managed some interesting shots of the highway winding down the coastline.

Climbing down below the road level we reached the cliffs which stood close to 80 feet above the powerful currents of Gallway Bay. Though rather impressive, they are nicknamed the 'minor cliffs'.

Driving further along the coast we reached the lovely Doolin Bay which has a small beach below the rocks. The hallmark was the fierce wind that make the waves pound into the rocks with amazing force. The wind also made photography from vantage points a bit challenging, but that was really part of this wonderful exploration of Ireland's Atlantic coast.

Stopping for lunch at the O'Connors Pub that serves a huge plate of fish and chips and downing some beer got our spirits back to soaring heights. We were truly ready for the Cliffs of Moher. Taking a stroll through the main street of Doolin was a discovery of colour and character of the local houses and shops.

Finally we were en-route to the cliffs climbing a range of hills. Stopping at the visitor centre, the bus driver who had been a great guide all day gave us the chilling news that a lady had fallen to her death the previous day advising caution on the left track that got muddy and slippery and close to the cliff edge at places. A short chat and we decided to take the left track first as it was more tricky and would be time consuming. Moving along the parapet wall, we finally climbed over to the other side to capture some spell binding images. (a small word of caution the track does get muddy and unless you have good shoes it may be a good choice to stay away from the edge)
The Cliffs of Moher stand between 500 to 700 feet above the Atlantic Ocean making it a sight to savour. Though not explored as a base jumping location, i did check with a sky diver friend that this was indeed doable with a special chute design for short jumps.

Finishing the left side after an hour and a half, we finally set off to cover the right path which was a lot shorter and had steps all along the way. The right path ended in a small tower overlooking the Atlantic sea face. It was a mesmerizing sight that would remain with me for many weeks.

Stopping at the visitor centre for a few mementos we finally hit the road back to Galway stopping briefly at a pre-historic burial site supposedly over 5000 years old (see image below).

Cliffs of Moher must be on your bucket list, if you happen to visit Ireland. It has been described by the Nobel Prize winning author Seamus Heaney as a place that 'can catch the heart off-guard and blow it open'. I could not agree more with this assessment. So grab your travel planner and get going people. There is so much to see and so little time ;)

A Democracy Called India

Its been quite a few months since i last blogged..call it laziness or a shortage of ideas. I was in deep introspection saddened by the events that were happening around us in the Indian sub-continent. It seemed that life had lost its value and our political system looked at life as mere numbers in chart of Central Statistical Organization. I wanted to dvelve deeper into the subject of democracy or to be more specific democracy as it is practised in India. The naxal problem, Union Carbide, ricing prices all had a common theme of suffering and the people affected were commoners like you and a vast majority of us..Another common theme that emerged from each of these national issues is poor quality governance be it at state level or national level that plagues our democracy..Let's look at each of these issues one by one - Naxal problem. Its been around for a few years now and while State and Central Governments look at the issue as a military solution the core issues are issues of sustainable development and having a growth engine for the tribal areas that represent the Naxal red zone. Having been associated with the mining industry that is at the centre of the issue i can definitely say with a knowledge of local conditions that most mining companies barring a few excpetions have failed to look at environmental issues of mining and the impact on the lifelihood of local tribes that have lived in these areas for centuries. That would explain the skepticism of the common man when you visit one of these areas which are ear marked for what the government and large corporations called 'turn key' projects.

Foray into Fiction with 'Baptism by Fire'

Often the title of a book reflects the inner most feelings of an author's mind. Nothing could be truer in my case. As i work on my upcoming book 'Baptism by Fire', a collection of detective short stories, the thought that pervades my mind is 'this is truly my Baptism by Fire in fiction'. Have been toying with the idea of crime fiction for quite some time, so this is the ultimate leap of faith. After dabbling in non-fiction with my first 2 books, this is a venture into uncharted territory. As part of writing this book i started to play around with Bitable.com's book video tool. So here is my first attempt at creating a book video trailer for my book 'Baptism by Fire'.