Cheibi tournament. I discover another Manipuri martial arts. It was Priti’s do, organized by her school. I was underwhelmed. Looked like everyone was just flailing away with leather-covered sticks. Must hurt like hell though. War is not pretty and needs to be choreographed. Perhaps I have seen too many acrobatic slo-mo fights in Hong Kong films. (Self-serving note: I am partly to blame as Gerard would say, for the HK film festival I did in 1988 was the one that introduced HK actions films alongside their art films.)