In 1886 when on a visit of the village of one of the leading chiefs, I was standing talking with him in the path that ran through the village. While we were thus standing, a drunken Lushai came stumbling along, and finding us somewhat on the way, he seized the chief by the neck and shoved him off the path and asked why he stopped the road. On my asking the chief for an explanation of such disrespect being permitted, he replied “On the warpath or in the Council I am the chief, and my words are obeyed; behaviour like that would be punished by death. Here in the village, that drunkard is my fellow and equal.” – Captain T.H Lewin*
Word. That is the kind of ruler I could respect. And maybe willingly obey.
*as quoted by by Animesh Ray in p. 71 of “Mizoram”, published 2002 by National Book Trust