Poju Mimak Centenary Celebration-2011

This year 2011 is the Centenary Year of the Anglo-Abor War 1911. It is known popularly as Poju Mimak among the Adi (formerly Abor) community. Poju Mimak is the fourth as well as the last war fought against the colonial British Indian empire by the Adi people of present day Arunachal Pradesh. The other Mimak's(war) fought against the colonial British Indian empire by the Adi's are Bitbor Mimak 1858, Bongol Mimak 1859 and Nijom Mimak 1894.

Poju Mimak was fought between the Adi's and colonial British Indian empire as a result of the murder of Noel Williamson at Komsing village on 31 March 1911. Noel Williamson was then the Assistant Political Officer, Sadiya of  British India. The Abor Expedition Force was led by Major General H.Bower. The War began on 6 October 2011 and ended on 11 January 1912. However, the Mimak (War) had ended virtually before 11 January 1912 as burning down of Kebang village on 9 December 2011 led to submission to the Abor Expedition Field Force.

Kebang village, the epicentre of Poju Mimak is celebrating the occasion from 9 December 2011 untill the 11 of the same month.The site for the festival is Dengki (Kebang) on the confluence of rivers Yembung and mighty Siang (known as Brahmaputra in Assam). The Paator Gumin Heritage and Preservation Foundation is organising the occasion to pay homage to the brave forefathers who laid down their lives while protecting their homeland. 

Recommended readings-

"Centenery celebration of Anglo-Abor War 1911" by Taduram Darang.

In Abor Jungles by A. Hamilton.

Northeast Frontier of India by A. Makenzie.

Modern History of Arunachal Pradesh 1825-2006 by N.Lego.

All the World's a Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare
As You Like It, Act II, Scene 7