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A Journey To Pangsha Village (Somewhere in i'm-not-really-sure-where)

This is the view that greets you as soon as you wake up on that hill. looks much better in the morning and in real life.
5 Jun. 2012 1:21 AM IST

        I had never been to Pangsha village before. Only heard of it. My parents have a weaving-cum-training centre over there at Dan. I always wanted to see the place but dreaded it because I heard the roads were beyond redemption. Surprise me. Finally I decided to take a break after what seemed like a slight setback just at the onset of my career. I believe God wants me to come away for a while before I really begin to get busy in my life. Because He and I both know that once busy-ness sets in, I’m never going to even think of travelling some 250-300 miles just like that. Or in Naga Manu terms, just for “Timepass”.
        So here I am in this obscure-to-me village, deciding whether to come back to ordinary civilization or not. Yeah you read it right. Words are not enough to describe the beauty and serenity of this place. It simply takes your breath away.
        Let me begin from the start. We started the journey from Dimapur on the 26th “prevening” of May via Kohima all the way through Wokha, Mokokchung, Tuensang, Noklak, Kuthur and finally to Pangsha. Of course there were numerous other towns and villages I slept through. When my parents said the road was bumpy they were understating it. I was sitting alone on d backseat and I was literally being tossed right and left, up and down inside the car. And my dad was trying his best to go slow. The hell-driven ride starts a little before you reach Tuensang. After struggling for an hour or so lying on d backseat, pushing my feet and head in d opposite direction to hold myself together, I was like, ‘oh whatever!’. I gave up and gave in to the jolts n bumps. At one point I woke up with a bump on my forehead. An ‘aloo’ right there on the right side of my forehead because of the jerking.(Be-nuo, that's coz' you were not with me and i was so sleepy with nowhere to lay my head except the window :-/) As if that was not enough, my digestive system would not allow my dinner to pass through to wherever they were supposed to go and so, being so in sync with the inhumane jerks I had to let go of my dinner through the incoming channel. Never a pleasant feeling throwing up.
        Well to cut the story short we reached Pangsha on the 27th after 9pm in one piece. Hungry and tired, like a truck ran over me I was ready to eat up a whole Mithun right then and there. After a meal of axone , spring onion chutney (I was too tired to even brush after that, who cares anyway?), local chicken curry during which I ate like I’d never eaten before, I began to feel human again. It all began to seem like a wild adventure. What was exciting was that we were to sleep at a lone log cabin on a hill. A “tokta kheti ghor”, if you will. How cool is that! The literal “cool-ness” however, started after it began to rain at night and the roof began to leak. But I did not care. I just slept like a dead man.
        I was awakened by a bright light seeping in everywhere through the slits of the walls. It was 5 am and the sun was already up threatening to spoil my sweet slumber. For a moment I wandered where I was. It was chilly. I put on a sweater and opened the door to go outside. Like I said words are not enough to describe this part. I opened the door and stepped outside and a gush of cold, beautiful and almost musical wind whipped at my face. I had to close my eyes for a few seconds to register how beautiful that was considering I’m from Dimapur where you are almost baked with humidity. I opened my eyes to see nothing but the majestic mountains standing infront of me lush, green and rolling with life. I almost thought they were there to wish me good morning! I was like, Oh God! You do know how to pamper me! I stood on that hill and did not want to move ever. I can never forget that moment which took my breath away. It lingered on and even though the water was so cold when I was washing up I simply did not mind.
        Now did I tell you that this village is partly in Myanmar and partly in India? If I didn’t I’m telling you now. The borderline runs right through our compound! So here’s the thing- our bathroom and toilet are like 50 or so yards away from the kitchen. So basically, I’m eating in India and (no offence) pooping in Myanmar!! AWESOME! LOL! Had wild goat for lunch and hunting and fishing was in line too.
        I thought I was an exotic creature from the city to these half Burmese half Indian people and I tried to be friendly and tried to chat up with them but apparently I look like a retard to them because I’m smiling like crazy and they cannot understand me and they walk away shaking their heads and laughing.
        By the way do not be surprised when you visit one of their houses and they serve you warm water to drink. That’s a sign of respect and hearty welcome. Don’t ask me in what way. They are really hospitable. That’s all there is to understand. They don’t take salt or chili in their meat stoo. We were invited to a house for dinner and lo and behold, there was white pork! Really white, no seasonings, no salt. It’s best phrased in our dialect as, “metsu mersu mali”. No salt, no chili.
        Well now for the not-so-cool part. There is no network here and (honey, in order to call you I must walk almost half a mile to a spot where you get network) that too once you get connected you are not to move a muscle else you’ll get disconnected. (But sweety, I don’t mind that at all because I’ll get to talk to you and soon get slimmer too! Woo hoo!) So I’m updating my Facebook status standing there, writing and posting this article like I wanna show off my laptop. But one good thing about this is that, sans the gadgets and every “supposed-to-kill-time gizmos”, you find that you have lots of time in your hands. Time to reflect, time to get creative, time to think about and miss loved ones, time to pray and most importantly, time to seek God in ways like never before, soak in His presence, admire His handiworks, retrospect His purpose for us, meditate and get into His word. Because then you realize that when all things are gone, He still remains, His word still stands. It’s just you and Him.
        It’s only been two days now. Hoping for more adventure and more to write about while I’m here on a get-away. God bless!
        P:S- For all those who prefer to look at the glass half empty, you should probably watch out for insects that suck your blood and are worse than mosquitoes because they leave minute, tiny crater like spots on your skin, red and itchy. And once you start scratching there’s no turning back; that’s all you’re going to do the whole day and they turn into black spots. Do not leave your washed clothes unattended if you do not want to feed your Levis jeans to the wild mithuns who just roam about people’s property because they also understand that it’s a free country. So that’s all for the heads-up people. Peace!

   
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