Tribute to my brother Francis (Lalmuankim)

Now that Muankim is dead, I suppose it is not too treacherous of me to write about him, He was older than me in almost 6 years. He died in a village near Aizawl,Mizoram. It is supposed to be in very bad taste to discuss a person behind his back, and to discuss a dead person behind his back is most unfair, for he cannot even retaliate. But Muankim had this very weakness of criticyning absent peolple, and it cannot hurt him now, If i do a little to expose his collosal Ego.

Lalmuankim was a fraud all right, but no one knew it. He had beautiful round eyes, a flashing smile and sweet voice, and everyone said he was a charming person. He was certainly charming, but I have found that charming people are seldom sincere. I think i was the only person among his brothers who came anywhere near to being his friend, for he had cultivated a special loneliness of his own, and it was difficult to intrude on it. He was not studying anything in particular, but practised assiduosly on the guitar, thought the only thing he could play fair well was "Don't you cry", Guns N Roses Songs.

Maybe one week before he died, got a phone call from him then he would talk of going to see her mom. He had not seen her mother for couples of years. This was this theme song, he had no friends, he was a failure as a musician, there was no other career open to him. I still remember that when i work in a cafe he came to see me, Muankim who was not very busy, came only once and never again. All they can tell me is that Muankim died of some unknown diseases. I doubt If I will ever know. And I hate him and how much i loved him, or if there was any difference between hating and loving him.