The Robbery
The context:
Imphal is 253kms from Silchar/Assam (our base location for entire NE trip). Out of which, almost 180 kms is through hills with fairly dense forest and curvy roads. The roads are pathetic for almost 60 kms out of this 180km stretch. If you have done road trips, then you would probably agree with me that a 250 km drive through the hills in a day is quite a lot. In this entire stretch, there are just small villages named Nungba and Noney. Yes you heard it right, for entire 180 kms there is nothing but 2 small villages.
26% of people in Manipur are Naga, who are spread over majority of the hills in Manipur. The red highlighted zone. They (Naga) claim themselves to be the ‘original’ inhabitants of Manipur / Assam / Mizoram and Arunachal Pradesh apart from Nagaland. A separatist’s extremist group named National Socialist Council of Nagaland (NSCN) are very active in these dense hills of Manipur, especially around the Nungba and Senapati region (marked in green).
Source : Google it.
Manipur is a state with borders common with Myanmar. A border notoriously famous for smuggling of various items including drugs.
Source : Google it.
Experience:
Jiribam (yellow) is where an ‘outsider’ should get an ILP, if they are entering from Assam. An Inner line permit is a pass a visitor should get to enter the state. Thanks to special status provided to many NE states (sarcasm fully loaded). ILP ensures that an outsider does not live in these states for a long term and thereby skew the population composition which is mostly tribes. After filling up the ILP forms and sharing necessary documents, the officer at the counter asked me about all the places we are visiting. Further they went ahead to ask the names of the hotels where we would be staying, something which they are not authorized to ask. After all, We were simply crossing one state to another and not an international border. I profoundly refused to share any details (neither did I have it). They kept blabbering among themselves in manipuri and the only thing I could sense was, they were looking for ways to get bribe. My indifferent attitude towards their blabber ensured they eventually allowed a ILP without any bribe.
From Jiribam we started our journey by around 11:30 am, which means it would be late night, by the time we reach Imphal (200kms). On our way we crossed multiple armed police check posts which were built in the middle of nowhere. Mostly in dense forest. Pretty much all the cops asked if we are going to visit Moreh (border to Myanmar). Another point to note is after J&K, Manipur is probably the second state with maximum armed police, apart from Army. We were intercepted at each and every check post for a verification. By 4 pm we had covered only half the distance and it was already getting dark. Little did we know that out of nowhere, three young chaps wearing black clothes from top to bottom face covered in black balaclava, would stop us. I drop the window glass to realize they are ‘collecting’ taxes. ‘What taxes ?’ was my first question to which they replied ‘If you (a Bengali) have to spend time in Manipur with a vehicle registered in West Bengal, you have to pay us taxes’. I obviously rejected to their demand to which one chap warned if he should pull out the gun while he introduced himself as a member of NSCN (National Socialist Council of Nagaland), an underground extremist separatist group notorious in this part of Manipur (red highlighted area) and Nagaland. Beyond this, with 2 senior citizen and a teen in the car, it was clear that rejection is not a solution but negotiation probably was a better choice. I made up stories that a we had paid similar ‘taxes’ to another group few kms ahead so it is not a fair to ask ‘taxes’ every now and then to a family on vacation, they should reconsider the amount demanded (hilarious but true). Somehow this appeared to click with one guy who understood my hindi. A long debate (or negotiation if you may term) lead to an eventual agreement of Rs 5000, out of which Rs 500 was returned by the guy who knew hindi. I found it really funny to see an extortionist/robber/militant (whatever you may call) returns you part of the money they looted. We moved ahead just to realize that 500 mtrs ahead was a police station where a patrolling armed police officer was lazily sitting in his old maruti gypsy. On explaining the situation to him, he was in denial mode of such incidents happening in his jurisdiction and asked us to move ahead and forget about it. His body language and his responses were clearly indicating towards his involvement in the ‘tax’ collection exercise. This locality is called Nungba (marked in green). Few more kms ahead we observed a group of civilians carrying sophisticated guns taking a smoke. Things weren’t safe at all for the rest of the ride.
We eventually reached Imphal by 8:30 pm just to realize that there was a Covid curfew from 6pm evening and all the shops/hotels were closed. So we asked a cop guarding the city junction about hotels available in the area. He was so drunk that he could not understand our questions. We moved ahead to another check post where the cop started asking irrelevant questions. He kept asking for all types of documents and when we came clean on all his questions, he started demanding penalty for breaching a curfew which only locals would know. Note, during our entire journey we met many police officers but never did any cop warn us about the curfew. Besides we could see many tourists’ cabs were entering Imphal along with us. I guess our WB registration attracted more attention. Nevertheless, we paid another ‘tax’ of Rs 500 and continued our search for hotels.
The receptionists in most hotels were rude to say the least and at last when we found a basic room for the night’s stay, it did not come with a secured parking. I was driving my cousin’s brand new car so leaving it on road (where our experience so far was not good) was out of question. In a short span of 30 mins, I could sense the city was not safe at night. My intuition constantly warned me about Imphal being not so safe. We could see several cabbies sleeping in their cars on road, which reaffirmed our doubt about the city. All our family members were of the same opinion. Two of us decided to sleep in the car while the elders stay in hotel. By the way, it is sheer punishment to sleep in a car when the outside temperature is 7 degree Celsius.
Next morning we left for Kohima and returned a day later. What was surprising was the experience was completely different in the Imphal to Kohima route. Well-mannered people, beautiful scenery, lovely roads. All the villages were beautifully decorated for Christmas. No wonder why the AH1 (Asian Highway 1) was changed from crossing via Shillong >Badarpur > Silchar > Imphal > Moreh to Guwahati > Kohima > Imphal > Moreh.
On return we roamed around the city to experience it during a day light. By and large what we observed was even more disappointing. Roads though broad in most parts, the homes and buildings appear shady. It was evident that wealth was heavily skewed to a smaller section of this society. You could see BMWs / MG Golsters and Mercedes SLK series once a while but every house appeared to be made out of materials from scrap shop (I mean it). Not a single prominent structure in such a large state capital city. Loktak lake (one of the main attractions in Imphal) is something I was eagerly looking for. It is 47 kms away from Imphal. On reaching loktak, our disappointment levels with this vacation in Imphal reached a new low. The lake looks nothing like what you see on google image search. The place is not maintained at all, there is filth, garbage and plastic bottles littered all over. There is hardly anything focused on tourism. Charges for a night stay in a basic bamboo tents above marsh lands were exorbitant to say the least, for the comfort they had to offer. We had taken way too much from Imphal and decided to spend the rest of the day in our hotel, after a sumptuous Manipuri thali. Though I love to experience food from different cultures, but the Manipuri thali was something of an acquired taste. Nothing much to praise about it either.
To summarize: As a family on vacation I would rather suggest you avoid Imphal (or at least the Silchar > Imphal route). Instead visit Kohima / Aizwal / Agartala.
Next chapter : Kohima.