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Nagaland Memories

Posted On: 18 April 2014 | Written By Sanchita Chatterjee |

So I visited Nagaland finally – have been talking about it for many months with my Naga friends. Given my excitement at finally visiting a place I longed for, the trip was quite short – less than a week. It wasn’t enough to see all the places but it was enough to get a flavour of life and culture in Nagaland.

Nagaland is a small state (relative to the sizes of Indian states) in North East India - has been under ceasefire from political violence since 1997. I flew from Kolkata to Dimapur, which is the commercial centre of the state. To reach my destination (Wokha) I took a taxi from Dimapur and began climbing up slightly bumpy hilly roads. I had to go beyond Kohima- the capital. I was told there are a few hotels in Kohima but not five-star ones. I was going to stay at a friend’s house in Wokha– a nice little hilly town with predominantly Naga population but to my surprise also had some Bengali families. It was a great way of experiencing a slice of daily life in Nagaland.

Some 90% of the population of Nagaland is Christian – almost all Nagas follow the Christian faith (except for some tribes who are animists). The state has Hindu and Muslim populations too. The distinction between different tribes (and sub-tribes and clans) is quite clear – each have their own dialect, which can be quite different from other tribes, customs and defined areas of residence in the state. Even shawls are knitted in different styles and patterns between the tribes.

Just as I had expected, the scenic beauty of the places I went to in Nagaland was remarkable but roads and general infrastructure were lagging behind – even by Indian standards. Perceptions about uncertain the political environment and relatively poor state of infrastructure have ensured that tourism is not exploited to its fullest potential. I went during the Monsoons (in July and it does rain heavily there!) but I was told the best time to visit is early December, when the annual Hornbill festival takes place.

The people appeared simple (compared to big city dwellers that is), usually literate, quite religious and capable of hard work. In my home state - West Bengal, Nagas have a reputation that they may eat anything and everything. I often talked about it with my Naga friends. Usually they teased me about what I might get to eat when I visit. Even I, who prides myself for being non-prejudiced and experimental in food matters, may not eat everything I saw in a market in Kohima. However it is pork, which occupies a central place in the Naga staple diet (kind of like fish for us Bengalis).

Why was I in Nagaland? To attend a friend’s formal engagement party. The bride – my friend- was a Naga and the groom, a Swede. It was a simple, customary but moving Christian ceremony as the girl and the boy promised to enter into an engagement towards marriage. The ceremony – held in the daytime on a really rainy day – was followed by delicious home-cooked lunch and dinner to which relatives and close friends were invited. Family members, neighbours and friends contributed towards the preparation of the food. There was no hired help (unlike in weddings and other traditional events in other places of India) - everything was done by acquaintances. I am told it used to be done this way in my parents’ villages in Bengal, some 50-60 years ago. Friends and relatives even brought pieces of pork as engagement gifts. The sight of pieces of pork meat hanging from hooks on the rooftop of their house with labels indicating, who they are from, is a view I will not easily forget. I am sure outsiders would have the same reaction when they see a big fish decorated as a bride as a gift from a groom’s family to the bride’s in Bengali weddings.

Besides the solemn occasion, there were social visits from my friend’s neighbours and relatives, people hanging out in the house and outside throughout the days, elaborate arrangements to prepare smoked and dried pork and, a lot of laughter and jokes. It was raining on and off, which made the surrounding hills more green and beautiful. One of the days I went around for a walk in the town and saw the community church - quite big compared to the buildings around it - and strolled in the streets.

The day after the engagement, a few of us (I think about 10) hired a car and went on a short trip to Doyang Dam Reservoir, which was about 30 km to the North-East of Wokha. There was a dam and a lake right in the lap of lush green hills and very few people around. It felt as if we discovered a little kingdom to govern. We had some lunch and locally made rice wine in Doyang. Then we drove up to a hilltop, which commanded a grand view of the valleys below.

We reached a village first, which I thought was straight out of a picture postcard with small but pretty tiled-roofed houses, narrow, hilly but clean roads and a relatively small church (smaller than the one in Wokha). We stopped in the village as some of us wanted some more rice wine. There was a cheerful lady with small children who makes and sells rice wine. She explained the process of making the wine from fermented cooked rice. After having tasted it a few times, I have to say I didn’t take to it too much. It is an acquired taste. From the village we hiked to the nearest hilltop with a view. I realised again how I am unfit am for mountain climbs. It was depressing to see local girls and boys almost trotting along the slopes while I was panting! However the climb was worth it. Someone had constructed an observatory kind of structure of 3 storeys on the top. From up there one could see distant villages, which looked tiny on the laps of mountain slopes and luxurious green forests. We also spotted the lake by the dam we had just visited - it looked very far away and insignificant. There were spongy white-grey clouds below us leisurely sailing between hill ranges. It was as if we were in heaven.

Just before leaving Nagaland I spent a day in Kohima, at my friend’s sister’s house. Kohima is more of a big town than a city. It has sloping roads and retains an aura of a quaint hilly town. Fierce economic development is yet to reach it. The most interesting thing I saw in Kohima is a war memorial – commemorating soldiers who were killed in the battle of Kohima of the Second World War in 1944. The battle was fought between British (India was under the British rule then) and Japanese forces. The Commonwealth War Graves Commission quite nicely maintains the memorial.

Like many regions of the world, which has emerged from a troubled past, the state of Nagaland too is grappling with issues such as economic backwardness and perceptions of outsiders about the place. After having visited the place and getting to know the people, I have a different view. Once Nagaland begins to exploit the full potential of its spectacular and interesting elements, there would be no stopping.

Now I am back (to my home town - Kolkata, while my present place of residence is Delhi) and looking at the picturesque photographs and going over the stacks of memorable moments from what I feel was a really short stay in Nagaland (only 4.5 days). I am more determined to travel to the other North East Indian states (I have been to Meghalaya before and passed through Assam during that time) and more such less traveled, beautiful and interesting places in India and elsewhere. A lot to see, learn and catch up on!


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