Sunday, 5 November 2006

A Stone’s Throw from Bangladesh




View of Bangladesh (the flat area in the background) from Khoh Ramhah, Meghalaya

The state of Meghalaya lies just north of Bangladesh and is located atop a high plateau mostly flat at the top with deep gorges cut by the incessant rain on all sides and criss-crossing the state. Bangladesh is that flat expanse of low land hugging the Ganges Delta just beyond the plateau. The effect, Bangladesh’s all over the place, wherever you go you see …Bangladesh!! Especially in the Cherrapunji area which is just beyond the Bangladeshi border. So here’s some nice views of Cherrapunji and ...Bangladesh, what else?


Khoh Ramhah, the basket that became a huge rock - (some stingy bugger in ancient times tried to hog all the food in a huge weaved basket, he died and the Gods left it as a remembrance in the form of this rock, for the generations to come, or so the legend goes...)

Saturday, 4 November 2006

Cold War at Shillong


Meghalaya, Abode of the Clouds

Shillong is the capital of the state of Meghalaya in North-Eastern India. Meghalaya is also known as ‘the Abode of the Clouds’ and true to its nature, it’s friggin overcast most of the time with drizzling rain, heavy rain, monsoon rain, intermittent rain, you name the rain, you get it. Not surprisingly then, Meghalaya is also the home of Cherrapunji, the wettest place on earth.


Cherrapunji, the wettest place on earth (formerly, now I've heard some other place's taken over, don't ask me where ok, I have no friggin idea)

What made the British make Shillong the capital (former) of all North-East India in the yesteryears, beats me! (Back then it was all known as the state of Assam, now it’s broken up into seven different states.) Maybe it’s the incessant rain, makes you feel like you’re back in Britain, doesn’t it?


Nong... err something waterfall at Cherrapunji, mates illuminate me if you can remember the name willya?

Anyway, it’s a wonderful place, …Cherrapunji, lovely scenery. Dunno much about Shillong city itself, don’t even have pictures of Shillong, actually, didn’t even go out much in Shillong except for a short jaunt in the bazaar. No pub-hopping (although Shillong’s cheap on beer as opposed to bloody Mizoram where beer’s BANNED!), no visits to the local discos, no trying my luck at the casinos, no mingling around with the local gals (and believe me, Shillong’s full of pretty babes, after all it’s like a melting pot of North-Eastern India – and I can tell you, North East India’s full of diversity, Orientals, Aryans, Dravidians, hybrids of the most exotic, there’re Hindus, Moslems, Christians and Buddhists, not to mention the odd Sikh or so. The Mizos, Khasis and Nagas are of oriental stock and are mainly Christians. Arunachalis are a mixed lot, consisting of many different tribes of different religions. There’re hordes of Nepalese, Tibetans and Bhutanese who’re either Hindus or Buddhists. The Assamese and Bengalis are mainly Hindus or Moslems. The Manipuris are mainly oriental looking and are Hindus (or Moslem). There’re others too, too many to name). Anyway, what do I make of Shillong, what do you make of any place when there is a cold war brewing in the midst? Nope, I’m not referring to the many terrorist outfits that populate the North East. What do you do let’s say, when you have your recently ex’d lover and your new love together with you on the same trip, staying in the same bloody hotel? How stupid can one be huh? (Yup, I can be very stupid sometimes). You’d be lucky it didn’t fester into an all-out bloody war, and I thought it’d be fun and educational for some possible stint at the UN (maybe) as a peace negotiator in future. Anyway, to cut the story short, the potential UN Peace Negotiator failed miserably in his training… Enough said.


The Haulawng Gang at Cherrapunji (from left - yours truly, Rani our little dog, Rini, Tony, Anu, Anny, Amrita)

Thursday, 2 November 2006

A Note of Illumination

Some of you ardent readers of my blog (not that I think I have many) must be wondering, why the heck is he suddenly putting an outta-no-where Love Story into his blog?? Truth is, that story reflects something which really happened, and yours truly here is mightily involved. Exciting, ain’t it? The ending’s not that great though, not how I wanted it to end, but that’s life… And I just wanna dedicate my thoughts to a really wonderful girl, to a lovely little dog that brought us close, and to a relationship that was never meant to be… Now be silent for a minute, k?

ONE MINUTE OF SILENT CONTEMPLATION…

Anyway, this is how I guessed the story will continue, Prince Ohim, broken-hearted, quietly left Aramtea, and was never heard of again in the land of hills and valleys. Not long after, the King and Queen abdicated and also left Aramtea. Hara and her Ukhara Prince finally became a loving couple and lived happily ever after. Reyna remained in Aramtea and soon became a much-respected and trusted aide of the new court. Hara’s three remaining sisters in South Aramtea were returned to The Ukhara by the new King and were reunited with Hara bringing much joy to the sisters. THE END.

But of course, there might be alternative endings, but that is another story…