BIBLIOTHÈQUE: For the love of Books & Food

Kunzang Chuki Denzongpa, Pamu to her friends and family opened Bibliothèque on 1st June 2017. The cafe is located at Tharo Line, the famous staircase that leads down to Lal Bazar from M.G Marg. The second floor of the building is set up with bookshelves, seating tables and chairs, colourful and interesting decoration pieces from Harry Potter to the Game of Thrones. The corner by the window is my favourite spot to sit. It provides an aerial view of the Lal Bazar side of town and on a clear day, the neighbouring hills present a perfect backdrop.


My fav spot at the cafe


The view from my fav spot

I started my meal with “Breakfast in a Pot.” Bacon, bread, eggs, spinach, herbs in a ramekin. I also asked for a non-veg Thai roll/wrap. Meat, vegetables, herbs over that thin rice paper is beyond perfect! It even makes that perfect sound when you chew on it!


Breakfast in a pot with non-veg Thai roll

I was fortunate to reach just as Pamu had taken out her freshly baked quiche. Meat and cheese melting in my mouth was just what I needed on a Sunday morning.


It’s a happy place with happy people and happy kids!

Pamu says she loves cooking and she loves reading. In a society driven with secure government jobs, you have someone like Pamu, deviating from the normal.

“So you’re going to let people just take the books?” I ask, fiddling around in her kitchen. “The idea is to let them borrow it because I want to encourage reading,” she replies, nonchalantly.


Serna making sure the books at the cafe are stamped!!!!



Iced-tea, food and me


This is what a perfect setting looks like!


What would you like to eat today?


Belgian waffles with seasonal fruits and ice cream


Grilled chicken in cream of mushroom with couscous


Ramen with assorted meat and prawns

So if you’re strolling around town and want a place with good food, good books and an ambience that is creatively comfortable, then you have to make your way Bibliothèque.


Forced Tshultrim Norbu Wangdi to take an abstract pic of me and after much grumbling, we got this. 

Those FIVE days

In thirty years, I have had several unforgettable, memorable and adventurous days and incidents. For some uncomprehending reason(s), I seem to fall into predicaments that are usually considered aberrant and unusual. It usually isn’t so bad but it’s definitely unforgettable. So this is what happened between 12th-16th January 2017!

My non-biological Bodo sibling, Angelo Daimari was tying the knot with one of my most awesome girlfriend, Christina Dzuvichu on the 14th of January 2017 at Dimapur, Nagaland. These two are more than just friends to me. They are my family. I was one of the four bridesmaid. I had never played that role before and was super stoked about the whole experience.


Hopped on the flight to Guwahati from Bagdogra


Took a train from Guwahati to Dimapur (because for some god-knows-what reason…there is no flight to Dimapur from Ghy!!!)


Photo detail on my phone says this pic was taken at 1:50am! We reached Dimapur around 2 something am where two of our kind friends had come to pick us up at that ungodly hour!


After three states in 24 hours and 4 hours of sleep, I headed to the bride’s house at the famous Signal Angami Village


I was in tears when I saw this beautiful bride getting dolled up….Just kidding! Of late, I have turned stone cold and have lost the ability to feel emotional! However, I was a bit overwhelmed, I will admit that.


The bridesmaids & the groomsmen. (Right to Left):Ruth (why you cover your face?) , Tia, Ameto, Vivi, Shreya, YC and moi!

BTW, all our beautiful dresses and even the bouquet was hand-made by the bride, Christina’s mother! (If I had 0.5% of such talent, I would invent strategies and dwell on thoughts of world domination!)


Jello, moi and Christina after the ceremony at the Holy Cross Church, Dimapur


At night, we had a small gathering at Christina’s place with good people, good food and that!!!!


The bride and groom with Sikkim party!


Formed DEADLY Sikkim-Naga bond with Wati over several jägerbombs at The Bully, which was a pretty cool place to hang at!

FUN TRIVIA: You know you’ve had a mad night when you check your snap story the following morning and realise you used Strawberry filter faces but called it watermelon!!!!! Not to forget, the amount of spelling errors and typos!


The following warm winter morning, I woke up to make friends with this cutie (my friend’s niece), Jenty and the little guy on her lap, Milo. 


I also received this beautiful Ao stole from YC’s mom, which I absolutely love and need right now because I have a sore throat and it’s perfect for the Gangtok winter!


In the evening, we dropped in at Tia’s place for a short while where Deeki, Shreya and Solomon (not in pic) composed a party song which I shit you not….will break all single sales record ever! The choreography is groundbreakingly brilliant. For several reasons, I cannot post it here but how I wish you guys could see that awesome stuff!


I know I haven’t done much in life but I know one thing for sure…I’ve made the right friends…friends that will stay forever!

That same night, we had a train back to NJP at 2 something am. Yes, we dragged our suitcase from one platform to the other in Dimapur, with clouded vision and unstable gait!


At NJP, we reserved this car to take us home.

So there were two young guys who said they would take us. We were a little apprehensive about the two. Right from the way they spoke to the kind of clothes they were wearing and their attitude. However, we were tired, hungover, hungry and wanted to be non-judgemental. So we got in.

Ten minutes inside the car and I felt like as if the driver was tripping over the idea of auditioning for the fast and furious movies! He drove recklessly and at such speed, over taking cars and trucks at highways that an agnostic person like me actually turned to God and started praying!

We requested him to drive slow repeatedly but he just wouldn’t listen to us and we were afraid that might infuriate him even more. That would put us in even greater danger than we already were in! They stopped at 29th mile saying they were going to have lunch. We told them we’d eat at Melli so while we waited in the car the duo got lost for about 30-45 mins.

The minute they got back, we knew for sure they were trouble. Their eyes were bloodshot and their speech slurred. In whispers, we decided that we’d stop at Rangpo check-post and ask the cops to help us shift to another vehicle without these two creating much fuss!

However, by the time we reached Teesta, another realisation hit us! We were not going to make it till Rangpo. The crazy over-taking was one thing but the driver actually popped a pill into his mouth and we almost collided into the vehicle in front of us. He had his elbows steering the wheel! I swear I am not making this shit up!

Again, in whispers and in P language, using our Chacha Chaudary brains, we decided we’d make a de-tour at Melli and head to the check post there. Being the story teller, I invented a story about how I was supposed to pick up something that a certain uncle had dropped at the Melli check-post. So I asked the driver to take me to the check-post. He was reluctant but I managed to convince him. He said he wouldn’t go right up and would stop at the bridge. I agreed.


So Chenyang and I walked in while Deeki narrated more fake tales about uncle and the package and stayed with the two in the car. We told the cops what had happened so they came with us to the vehicle. They asked both the boys to step out and they checked the vehicle first.


8 SP capsules were found in his pocket. Some more underneath the car seat and more in the dashboard! 


The driver (in black leather jacket) and his accomplice.


All of us went to the thana at Melli and gave our statement about the entire thing. The cops were helpful and I know most of you believe that cops misuse their power over language. Trust me, the cops at Melli dealt with the situation very formally, without passing any unnecessary comments!


So, the two were locked in; We had a good meal at a nice hotel in Melli bazar while the cops helped us get another car to take us home. 

But then again, as luck would have it, the minute we got into the vehicle, the driver got a call from his wife who in a panic stricken voice informed him that their child had suddenly fallen in. He said he had to rush back home and he would be able to drop us to the paari (Bengal Melli)


Of all the trips we have made from Siliguri, Chenyang decided this was the best one to buy some coconuts and take home! Yes, we did the police rounds and Melli bazar round and Bengal Melli with our suitcases and three coconuts! Thanks Chenu…..NOT!

After almost an hour on the Melli highway, we finally managed to get another vehicle with two young boys (again!). This time we spoke to them first and after a heavy background interrogation, we realised they weren’t tripping.

We reached home around 9 something pm and when I told my dad about the whole thing, his response was, “The determination and ways with which you girls move around and fall into situations and fall out of situations, I am pretty sure, someday you girls will even conquer Mount Everest and while doing that, you will have another set of adventure again!”

Crashed into bed and as i replayed the last few days and events, I knew…..this was going to go into the list of unforgettable events.



Kanchi’s Diwali Tale/il

A very Happy Diwali to each and everyone. (Since I am not President Obama, that’s all I am going to say).  However, I am so very happy about the fact that my state, SIKKIM celebrated  a quiet Diwali this year.


Thank you Eclectic North-East


And thank you Business Standard as well

I know Diwali is all about bright lights and the dazzling night skies but let’s get realistic here. The pollution level at Diwali sky rockets higher than all those crackers combined and that’s something to worry about; But then again, I am not here to lecture on those lines. I am just extremely happy because I don’t like people bursting loud crackers for one reason alone and the reason is ….”ANIMALS”

You are allowed to completely NOT empathise with the dog/animal lovers here and go on counter arguing about how Diwali is about lights and crackers and blah blah blah….

For those who’re still reading this, I’ll share my Diwali story with you and this Diwali, it’s all about the stray pup, Kanchi.

(NOTE: Kanchi is a Nepali word which, when translated refers to the youngest female member in the family).

So, the story started a couple of weeks before Diwali. I went to visit a relative who owns a car accessories/wash/all in all kind of Car place called PitStop. He also has a restaurant so I went there with the idea of stuffing my face with axone, pork, bamboo shoot, beef and all tribal things possible! I always fall into situations/predicaments that are totally unforeseen and that’s exactly what happened.

A heart melting image in the form of a playful fawn coloured stray pup caught my attention. I could see the workers there had adopted her and she was a restless, energetic, cutest little thing around. That was how I met Kanchi.


Say “Hi” to Kanchi

I am in no state to adopt any more animals! My house is a mini zoo right now but I am willing to and will continue to work towards providing any and every possible help to the ones in need.

So Diwali came and the houses and the spirit of the Sikkimese people shone the brightest because 95% of the people did NOT burst crackers. Those of you who did (those loud annoying ones)…I WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU; And I was super overwhelmed when I saw most stray dogs had a red jacket around them with the words, “Yeh Diwali, insaano wali.” You wonderful, amazing, awesome people…whoever you are, who took this initiative to protect and shelter the dogs from the cold and spread a message during Diwali, I WILL FIND YOU AND THANK YOU.

So yeah, coming back to Kanchi, I knew she already had a home at PitStop where she was being fed and looked after but I also knew they weren’t going to be able to vaccinate her and take her to the vetregularly. So, this morning, instead of heading to work first, I headed to PitStop, picked up Kanchi and took her to the vet.


I think she likes me


We chilled in the car and I think she liked the images passing by

Since I didn’t know how old she was, I assumed she’s about 3-4 months. The doctors and people at the State Veterinary  Clinic were helpful and they helped me with her vaccination, deworming and registration.


The people here helped me and Kanchi 


Registration: DONE!




Deworming and Calcium dose has been advised for Kanchi


Her anti-rabies shot is on the 17th!


After we were done, I had to drop her back to PitStop


I caught her checking herself out in the side view mirror


Clearly not a day to wear white…but then, totally worth it! Yes, I went to work wearing this!

So, I handed Kanchi back to her people at PitStop because I know she has a home there. However, PitStop is just a minute’s walk from my office  so I am going to be checking on her regularly and the truth is, I can do so much more for Kanchi and others like her. What I did today is only the beginning.

Once again, a very happy Diwali to everyone and thank you for making it a silent one. Those who took the effort towards catering and caring for the animals during this festival of lights, your spirits shine brighter than all the fire crackers combined! YOU are the real PATAKA!!!!!!


Existential Experiments: The Salinger Girl

To begin with, we must trace back to the years when I wanted to become a scientist only so that I could do experiments in the lab. That seemed like a fun thing to do back when iPhones, iPads and fancy gadgets did not exist. All you must know is that while growing up, I went through a phase where I wanted to experiment with a lot of things. First, the chemicals and fancy acids; But then in middle school the truth dawned on me, that I was not cut out for science. Giving up on that was easy because by then I’d figured I loved Literature more and that, experiments could go beyond the boundaries of science.

So, thirty years of existence and here I am, submerged in fiction, brain-washed with existentialism and disappointed with reality. This is all fun and games when you have a crew who’ll help you sail in whichever direction you choose and become a part of your pretty much pointless but ardent art project.


The Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger (Pic source: Google)

For those of you who haven’t read the book, it’s a story about a 15 year old boy called Holden Caulfield who has been expelled from a boarding school and is on his way home around Christmas in New York circa 1940’s. Holden decides to spend some time in the city, doing things that no other 15 year olds would do (or even think of doing.) Holden is not your ordinary 15 year old. Holden is exhausted with the vanity of the world; the phoniness of his school friends and Holden is enveloped in an existential state of ennui.

Trivia: Marc Chapman, the man who shot John Lennon was obsessed with the character of Holden Caulfield. After he killed Lennon, he remained in the crime scene reading Salinger’s “The Catcher in the Rye” until the police arrived.

The Experiment: Transforming Holden to a girl sans amplifying feminism but also completely doing away with the male characteristics of the protagonist. Now this was a balance that was really gruelling, both mentally and physically. But luckily, I got my crew and some really awesome people who helped me transport the images in my head into frames that will now tell a story.


The model and the photographer (literally) rolling in the deep!

The Salinger Girl: Rohini Rai. My darling niece who has always been eager and anxious to be a part of all my projects and who plays every role with such perfection. She’s the model, the sister, the niece, the friend, the make up artist, the costume designer. She’s all in one and she’s my perfect Holden Caulfield.


My Salinger Girl: Rohini Rai

The Photographer: Tshultrim Norbu Wangdi aka TNW aka my homeboy! This one spent the last two years doing some fancy photography course and even more fancy commercial photoshoots in and around Pune. So he came home after two years and fell right into my project trap. Some claim I bullied him into it but if you see it the way I do, It all came together on its own. Its destiny!


TNW: The hipster photographer who hates being called a hipster

The Scene: Chapter 14

Holden has met a certain Maurice at the hotel elevator who’s arranged to send a hooker (Sunny) to his room. So the hooker arrives but Holden is in no mood to be sexy and lies that he’s had a clavichord operation recently. The hooker is pissed off because Holden hands her a five dollar bill and asks her to leave. She demands a ten but Holden manages to get her out of the room and after she’s gone, he sits there, remembering, recalling and falling into a state of desolate nostalgia.

NOTE: Allie is Holden’s younger brother who dies of leukaemia when he is 11 and Holden, 13. 


“After old Sunny was gone, I sat in the chair for a while and smoked a couple of cigarettes. It was getting daylight outside. Boy, I felt miserable. I felt so depressed, you can’t imagine. What I did, I started talking, sort of out loud, to Allie. I do that sometimes when I get very depressed.”



“I felt like praying or something, but I couldn’t do it. I can’t always pray when I feel like it. In the first place, I am sort of an atheist. I like Jesus and all, but I don’t care too much for most of the other stuff in the Bible. Take the Disciples, for instance. They annoy the hell out of me, if you want to know the truth. They were all right after Jesus was dead and all, but while He was alive, they were about as much use to Him as a hole in the head. I like almost everybody in the Bible better than the Disciples. If you want to know the truth, the guy I like best in the Bible, next to Jesus, was that lunatic and all, that lived in the tombs and kept cutting himself with stones. I like him ten times as much as the Disciples, that poor bastard.”



“Finally, I sat up in bed and smoked another cigarette. It tasted lousy.”


You can see our PROFESSIONALISM oozing out in every pixel of this photo. Me: The creative head, making some important calls. TNW: The photographer fixing his gaze upon a probable perfect spot/lighting. Rohini: The model, never forgetting to pose and getting us all in the zone!

So yeah, that is what we managed to do one Tuesday afternoon. There will be more girls portraying existential men and I’ll be back then with stories, narration and creepy trivias (may be) or just the fun ones! We’ll see.

A very big THANK YOU to Sneha Rai for letting us use her space at the Sunder Spa and Resort, Majhitar. And of course, thank you to Mrs. and Mr. BookMan of Cafe Fiction for allowing us to sprawl all over your place, discussing this (in my mother’s words) “bichakko project”


And Jigme Seden Bhutia, your absence will not be tolerated for the next shoot. A show cause notice will be sent.

Liberosis in Death: Writers who killed themselves

NOTE: I am not here to encourage suicides nor display suicidal tendencies. This post is purely a thought expressed out of curiosity and interest. Ethical Objections are cool (as long as they are in your head).

I came across an interesting book called “Literary Trivia” by Aubrey Malone that has interesting, crazy and bizarre literary facts about writers. From verbal abuse, For example: W.B Yeats said, “An atheist trembling in the haunted corridor,” when talking about George Bernard Shaw. Another one that had me chortle was Saki who said, “One of those people who would be enormously improved by death.” He was talking about Ralph Waldo Emerson. (SAVAGE!!!) So I thought I could share some of those here.

Writers are a crazy bunch. Most termed as “weird” by readers and non-readers. There are a whole bunch of crazies out there in almost every field but because I read a lot (and mostly because I know nothing much or interesting other than tales of fiction), I am here to talk about WRITERS WHO KILLED THEMSELVES.



Pic source: vsrambling

It not only seems appropriate but almost like a vital ritual to begin with Ms. Plath. Of course Bell Jar is one of the most depressing novels I’ve ever read but who is to say, it influences readers to mimic the act. It’s possible to empathise and not take fiction too seriously so as to copy Plath because the truth of the matter is, Plath was cool crazy. YOU ARE NOT.

DEATH: In 1963, she was 30 years old. She put her head in a gas oven. She’d attempted to kill herself several times before. She was schizophrenic.




Pi source: wikimedia

The Father of Japanese short story, Akutagawa has been one of my favourite writers for various reasons. He had a dysfunctional childhood with family issues that probably drove him crazy eventually. The penguin edition of Rashomon and Seventeen other stories with an introduction by Haruki Murakami has detailed and overwhelming facts about his family and love life.

DEATH: At the age of 35, he overdosed on happy pills called barbital, which is some kind of sleeping pill. (That’s what google says).




Pic source: medicaldaily

Everybody knows that Hemingway’s bond with alcohol could put Romeo and Juliet’s bond to shame! For me, he’s like one of those characters on Game of Thrones that you dislike in the beginning and then you slowly understand their predicament and see things from their perspective so you don’t really hate-hate them. In fact, some times you sympathise and begin to like them for some reason. (Then Greyjoy?) Anyway, depression, alcohol and totally vanquished with finding no inspiration in anything, he decided to kill himself.

DEATH: In 1961, at the age of 61, this American writer died from a gun shot wound. Some claim it was accidental while most believe it was a suicide.Interesting fact- His father, his brother, his sister and his grand-daughter all committed suicide.



Virginia Woolf

English novelist and critic Virginia Woolf (1882 – 1941), 1902. (Photo by George C. Beresford/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

Virginia Woolf has contributed so much to the literary world that even if you aren’t a fan, you have to acknowledge her work for significantly striking features that give literature an edge. I like how she looks pensive in this photograph. Probably not a compliment to give anyone but then again, it does make her appear beautiful in a kind of sad way.

DEATH: When she was 59 years old and couldn’t bear the burden of life and manic depression, she walked into the River Ouse, which was behind her house. She filled her coat pockets with stones and rocks and drowned herself. It’s almost disturbing how her suicide note to her husband is now a material for literature but then again, who am I to say what’s morally correct and what’s not. (I once wore a Levis jeans with Kurt Cobain’s suicide note imprinted on it. :/ )


Pic source: wikimedia


I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ’til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.



The famous oil painting by Henry Wallis titled “The Death of Chatterton”

Here’s the thing, I haven’t read any of his work and the few that I have come across online don’t make much sense to me but I came across Chatterton some years ago while browsing for terribly morbid things on the internet and then I read about him on wikipedia and it left me so damn sad! He was fatherless, poor but a literary genius and things just didn’t go right for him. I can only imagine how defeated he must have been. Wikipedia has all the information but to tell you in brief, he tried to get his work published and did everything that he could but then with no fund, he lost his reason to live. After his death, someone actually did show up at his place to sponsor him. It was too late!

DEATH: Why I am moved and affected by this man is probably because he was only 17 years old when he died. He killed himself by mixing arsenic with water. A seventeen year old poisoning himself in an attic is quite a tragedy, don’t you think?




Okay, let’s get straight to the point…What is the perfect Sikkimese Souvenir you’d like to give someone (particularly, a Non-Sikkimese) so that the item becomes an irreplaceable Sikkimese memorabilia? Rich farts who can afford the expensive carpets and thangkas, please go away! I am not talking to you guys.

So, yeah that leaves the rest of us (the urban poor) who have a pretty comfortable and laid back life but have absolutely nothing to gift a friend/ a guest/ someone/ anyone a perfect Sikkimese Souvenir. We’ve spent years and money on Chinese products available at every Gift and curio shops because that’s the only thing available; But guess what? The awesome people at Echo Stream launched their in-house, original product last evening and it’s called SIKKIMIS- Yes, the Perfect Souvenir from Sikkim.


SIKKIMIS: An idea that’s completely out of the box but wrapped perfectly in a box!

Currently, the only products available are Tee-shirts but the cool gang at Echo Stream will be coming up with more products that define/narrate/portray stories of Sikkim.


What is Sikkimis?


Ta Da!!!! These are the Seven Designs available, designed, crafted, created by some of these applause-worthy designers!


Any Red Devils fans here?


Sikkim can be summed up in Two Things: Red Panda & Tongba (Chaang)




This one is my super favourite!!!! Stairs, Stairs and more Stairs, yup…thats Gangtok! Kinda reminds me of this Haruki Murakami fan art I’d seen online…..


I even wore it as soon as I bought it!


Welcome to Our Universe


What’s our Favourite Word? AMBOOOOOO



Okay, stop whining and complaining about the terrible pics already! I didn’t have a chance to take proper ones so had to take it from my phone and as you know all, I kinda suck at photography.

Those looking to pick these up, you can call the number on the photo and ask for your tee according to your size and the colour of your choice. Also, be “giving.” Pick it up for your frannnns who live away from home and thank me for the brilliant idea later! Oh yeah, they’re priced at Rs. 650/-


The folks at Echo Stream


10/10 for the packaging….no?

Up Close & Personal with Alobo Naga & The Band

I work as a Media Consultant for the Tourism & Civil Aviation Department, Government of Sikkim. It’s a satisfying job. Its obvious (and overt) that I fall into the “Creative” category of people! So, it’s more of an oxymoron that I like doing creative things and I work for the Government. Well, you’re allowed to have the “Sala hypocrite!” opinion about me. And I am the most ordinary person you will ever come across. I complain about work….I am so underpaid and all that jazz! But here’s the thing. I sometimes love my job. It gives me opportunities to meet people or do things that I wouldn’t have had otherwise. Like the time I made friends with a Japanese travel agent at the International Tourism Mart. (It’s the small things you know!)

Well, this time, my job gave me one golden opportunity! My department holds the Red Panda Winter Festival annually and while this festival is an occasion to showcase our culture and tradition, we do invite bands and singers from other states and countries. We had a lot of amazing people performing this time, like the Nepali Bryan Adams, Sabin Rai, Vinyl Records (from Arunachal Pradesh), Soulmate (from Shillong), The Axe Band, Dharmendra Sewan, Nima Rumba, The Edge Band( all from Nepal) and the Indian Idol of 2007, Prashant Tamang! I was excited to see everyone perform but one band that I was looking forward to ,was the winner of the Best Indian Act at the 2012 MTV European Awards, ALOBO NAGA AND THE BAND.


 These 4 lads make the band. Pic Source: Alobo Naga and the Band Facebook page. 

After a crazy and crowd screaming show at MG Marg, Gangtok, I met the band backstage. It’s a difficult task trying to appear cool to a bunch of guys who’ve just enthralled you completely! I mean you don’t wanna appear like the creepy fangirl but you do want them to know that you absolutely loved their show! So yeah, I somehow managed to do that (at least I like to believe I did) and then we went out for dinner and drinks with the band and the event management crew. That’s when I thought it would be fun to do this!


Yup, me in yellow in the front row, having my FANGIRL moment!

I first, seriously asked Alobo (the lead vocalist) to tell me 10 Interesting things about himself. He did and I took down the points. Then I asked the rest of the band mates to comment on the statements. By the end of the night, my jaws hurt so bad from all the laughing and the crazy jokes (which shall be censored because public forum and all!) here’s how I got up close and personal with ALOBO NAGA AND THE BAND.

First, the introduction:


Meet the front man: Alobo


The lead guitarist (aka the funny guy in the band), Lima


Step aside Tommy Lee, this is David!


It’s definitely ALL ABOUT THAT BASS….Meet the bassist, Fung.


Lima: Yeah. He wakes up early, only to disturb the rest of us.

Fung: He does wake up early and he also takes 100 power naps during the day!

David: His power nap once almost delayed our show at Kokrajhar, Assam….almost!



Lima: That, he does!

Fung: Really?

David: Yeah. May be?



All: Yup!



Lima: We all do. We had good fun at Goa

Fung: We normally just rest after a gig. We don’t go out for dinners but in Goa, we went out and had a blast! Now we’re breaking the rule for the second time in Gangtok.

David: Goa was awesome!

Alobo: Fung doesn’t know how to swim! He is hydrophobic.



Silence. The guys look at each other, then at Alobo and then at me.

FUNG: We won’t comment. BRO CODE you see!

ALOBO: It’s just really hard to maintain a relationship when we travel around a lot. Who wouldn’t want a stable relationship? But we just cannot afford to do that, yet!

Lima: Except Fung, he has a girlfriend.

David: And she’s talented as well. Music is their nexus.



All: Agreed!



Lima: That’s why Fung and I share rooms. Alobo and David don’t smoke or drink

David: I don’t even use any social media app!

Fung: David is Mr. Low Profile!


It’s true….Alobo doesn’t drink!


Me: Guys, what’s the most ridiculous outfit Abolo’s ever worn?

All (in unison): His outfit at the Swachh Bharath Abhiyan gathering.

Fung: He was among the 9 personalities nominated by the Governor.

Lima: So he decided to wear a traditional Naga shirt on top and a dhoti!

Alobo: At least, it was convenient when I took bathroom breaks!


This was hosted by the President of India for all the Swachh Bharat Abhiyan brand ambassadors. Good luck in finding Alobo in the crowd!


Okay, so I found this pic of Alobo in a dhoti on his instagram profile! I think he looks good, doesn’t he? (You can follow him on instagram @alobonaga


Lima: Yup, Axone!

(This is just so you all know, I was writing it down as Akhuni when Lima goes, “No, its spelt with an X!”)


All: What? That’s a lie!

David: He falls asleep while watching any and every movie.

Lima: Alobo starts watching a movie and then after a while, the movie starts watching him!

Fung: He takes about 3-4 days to complete a movie.

We laughed over a lot of things and when I asked Alobo what did he like about Gangtok or Sikkim in general. He said, “It’s the place! Something about it, you know….It’s clean, the people are friendly and it gives you that longing nostalgia. I mean you wanna come back to this place again!”


Thank you Alobo, David, Lima and Fung. I hope you guys come to Sikkim again and I’ve taken a rain check on you guys hosting ME if and when I make a trip to Nagaland! This is just a sort of public evidence and also because I am sooooo much cooler now that I have new names to list in my “CELEBRITY FRIENDS”


This is their Facebook page. Make sure you hit the “Like” and “Share” button.


Yup! I was on stage while the band performed and the crowd was insane!


Left to right: Fung, (a nice photographer guy), Alobo, Your’s truly, Lima and David. (Sonam Tshering from Kokkivo decided to photobomb us!)


David is missing in the picture but we sure had a fun time hosting the band.


And thank you, Barap Namgyal for the pictures!  






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