Showing posts with label aizawl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aizawl. Show all posts

Monday, 21 November 2016

Ten Years On

Finally, finished the darn site work! (…on the morning of 8/11). Just in the nick of time before the tenth anniversary of Anu & I running away from her village in Aizawl, Mizoram. Back in the office now, but there’re a ton of things waiting for me to catch up.

So, no new updates of our lives here, no new photos yet (you think I’d have time to download the tons of photos from our array of devices?!?) Only some old marriage photos taken at the Ipoh studio for our mini wedding in 2008. Enjoy!








Err… they’re pretty corny, aren’t they?


Our latest family pic – In front of The Palace, Downtown Dubai on Diwali, Oct 2016 - yeah, I pulled that off, even with having to wake up at friggin 4+am & coming home at 8pm, all tired, smelly & mighty sleepy after a hard day's work at site, I managed to bring the family out for a Diwali outing!

Thinking back, what we did in 2006 would have been impossible now. It was near impossible back then, especially when Anu had no phone with her, and no identification documents. I planned and booked everything in Delhi, without being able to discuss with her our plans of escaping from far-flung Mizoram. The last we spoke was on a Sunday, 5/11. She said that if I were to come and take her away, it should be soon, as her family had plans to marry her off the next week. For the next 3 days, I checked flight tickets and hotels and waited for her to call me. No luck. The hotels were filled to the brim. Airlines (there were only 2 flights per day to Aizawl back then) were filling up fast, (heard there was some government function on at that time). After 2 days of waiting, and seeing one flight fill up completely, I had no choice but to make my own plans. I bought flight tickets, for one person flying into Aizawl on Thursday, and for two flying out of Aizawl on Friday. Made some grand excuse to the boss on needing to take 3 days off (Thu, Fri & Sat, Saturday then was a working day for me), and off I went.

We were very lucky that Anu managed to call me from a pay phone on the day I flew from Delhi to Aizawl. I was mid-flight when she called (well almost, you think the phone will work up in the air?) I, being a nervous wreck and eagerly waiting for a call to come from Anu, had decided to completely ignore the flight rules of switching off the mobile for the day (heck, sometimes you have to do what you have to do). That day I had to take 2 flights, first from Delhi to Kolkata, and then from Kolkata to Aizawl (there’re no direct flights from Delhi to Aizawl, even now). No calls came when I was in Delhi, or Kolkata. The Kolkata to Aizawl flight took off as scheduled, but made a stopover which I hadn't expected, at Imphal, capital of neighbouring Manipur state, before proceeding to Aizawl. Luckily, just as the plane was landing at Imphal, the all-important call came from Anu! We discussed our escape plans for the next day there and then, inside the plane at Imphal Airport, in the midst of all the other passengers on board (couldn’t care much anymore). She said she had called many times earlier that day, but I was unreachable (I was in the flight, duh…), and she wanted to try one last time before heading home. This was the only time we spoke, before we did our disappearing act the next day!

So many things could’ve gone wrong and the plan would’ve failed. But, by the grace of God, we made it. It was not just luck. We wouldn’t have been able to pull it off without some divine help. It was a day where everything went right (well, almost), but not without the suspense. The hotels in Aizawl were full, so I had to get a friend to let me stay in his family’s house for a night, with no questions asked about my plans then. He agreed, bless him. The taxi driver whom I hired to go inside Anu’s village to wait for her, didn’t understand what he had to do (he was just told to park there and wait – Anu’s house isn’t accessible by car). He went around calling out for Anu, and later returned to the restaurant where I was waiting saying that he couldn’t find Anu, and whether we should leave for the airport without her!?! I sent him in again, fuming… (There I was, trying to hide, …Aizawl’s not a big place, and not exactly teeming with foreigners. My colleagues and I on some road project there, were just about the only foreigners around! And every other person knew us!) The second time, the taxi came back with Anu in tow!!! Anu had gone 10 minutes late to make sure that she didn’t have to stand around as it would have attracted the villagers’ curiosity, but because the taxi had left, she had to wait and talk her way out of the villagers that came by. Got news later that the taxi driver was hauled up by the police in the evening when Anu’s family realized that she had disappeared. (That wouldn’t have happened if he had followed instructions and kept his mouth shut, right?).

Another lucky thing was that airport security in that part of India was not that strict then. They would typically just check the lead passenger, and let the accompanying passengers in. Anu then had zero identification! Also, the flights to and from Aizawl were very much dependent on the weather (still is, I think). The first time I flew to Aizawl from Kolkata in 2005, we had to turn back to Kolkata after circling Aizawl for an hour. The pilots couldn’t see the friggin runway! (It’s on a mountain top, and if there’re fog or clouds, hard luck! Try again another day!) Once, Anu took five days and a couple of flights to get back to Aizawl from Kolkata! She and a group of passengers finally gave up on flying and got back to Aizawl using a shared car from Guwahati!

Thank you God for making this possible, for looking after us, for blessing us, for protecting us from harm, evil, and temptation, sicknesses, strive and deceit. Thank you for guiding us, and for everything you have done for us. I pray that you will continue to uphold our marriage, let it grow from strength to strength, till the end of time. Thank you God. Amen.

Monday, 1 January 2007

Mizoram's Taj Mahal


KV Paradise, Mizoram's Taj Mahal

Mizoram has its own version of a monument built for love, in this case, by a man for his wife who perished in an accident. If I’m not mistaken, it’s called KV Paradise, but all the locals just call it Mizoram Taj Mahal.


KV Paradise, Durtlang, Aizawl

Memories of Mizoram


Mat River near Thenzawl, where our precious 'BC' stones come from. Wanna know more about BC stones of Mizoram? Send me a personal mail...

Farewell Mizoram! Yeah, sadly it’s goodbye, for the time being anyway. Till we meet again (and I’m sure we will, since it’s Anu’s home), here’re more pictures of a place which has given me a lot of friends, a lot of fond memories, a lot of experience and a place which I've already kinda considered home. Anyway, here’s to wishing everyone a Happy Happy Brand New Year! May 2007 bring abundant joy, peace, success, prosperity, luck, love and hope!


Rani, our lovely 'daughter', the hardest one to leave behind in Mizoram


Mausen Village, the village I and Anu were gearing to shift in (for work, it's on the Project Road) before we fell in love, etc, and changed everything...


Mucking around on the Kolodyne River Bridge (between Lawngtlai and Saiha); from left - Nela, Tony, yours truly


Aizawl's Bara Bazaar (meaning 'Big Market' in Hindi)


Serchhip, the biggest town between Aizawl and Haulawng, where we used to stop for lunch, dinner, supper..., depending on the time we reach this place while traveling


Angels of Haulawng at the Vantawng Falls; from left - Anu (with Rani), Rini, Amrita and Anny

Tuesday, 28 February 2006

What I did for CNY

How do you spend Chinese New Year in a region where there’re absolutely NO Chinese around??? See below, what the heck, might as well make the best out of it…

Anyway, wish all my mates & family a belated Happy Doggy New Year!!! Kounghei Fatchoi! Or as the Mizos say it, Kumthar Chibai! (hehehe, can’t help myself, love the Mizo greeting!)


Chinese New Year Celebration in Aizawl ...Indian Style, at least there're 2 choi-sun in the background huh?

More of Aizawl

Figured I’ll post more pictures of Aizawl, capital of Mizoram (since I have tons of pics of it, there’re views from the north, the south, the east, the west, the centre, at night, in the morning, at dusk, in the summer, in the middle of the friggin monsoon season, etc etc etc…) What to do, when you’re holed up in a place like Mizoram?


Aizawl from the road to Reiek


Aizawl at dusk


Aizawl up close

Sunday, 16 October 2005

Things you can do with bamboo

I have no idea why bamboo inspires dances, but here you have it, another variant of a bamboo dance - this one ala Mizoram, taken at our Base Camp in Aizawl on Indian Independence Day (15/8/2005)


Mizo Bamboo Dance

Thursday, 16 June 2005

Stuck in Mizoram


Aizawl, capital of Mizoram

Hi Mates! Cibai!

In Mizo language, hello is ‘cibai’. ‘Pu’ is Mr. For ladies, it's ‘Pi’. So over here, you can curse as much as you want, and people actually acknowledge with a smile, and curse you back. Kima is a pretty typical Mizo name. Imagine how you’d greet Mr Kima in Mizo.

The monsoon isn’t here yet but there’re heavy downpours once in a while. The weather is unpredictable, sunny one moment, strong winds and heavy downpour the next. The flights into Mizoram are even more unpredictable. Planes can’t land when weather is bad. Planes can’t land or take off when there’re technical problems (which happens pretty often), even when the weather is absolutely wonderful!

Monsoon or no monsoon, I don’t think I’d be getting out of this place anytime soon. First thing my boss did when I arrived here, was to conveniently announce to the entire known world in Mizoram, that I’d be the new Works Manager (huh?). Now, isn’t that so sweet of him? Apart from introducing a hundred and more new tasks and responsibilities into my peaceful life, he’s expecting me to head almost the entire team of people here (guess boss has finally got the idea that I’m enjoying life too much in Delhi).

I am currently stationed in Aizawl, the capital of Mizoram. Aizawl is beautiful, from afar. It’s built over a few hillocks and is visible for miles and miles around. The main areas of town are on the top of the ridges of these hills. Houses are built on stilts into the slopes of steep hills. Churches dot many prominent spots in town as Mizoram is 95% Christian. There’s no legal alcohol, nothing opens on Sundays, no cinemas as far as I know and the biggest shopping spot is equivalent to the local mini-market in Malaysia. The nearest decent cinema (not nearest maybe, but the easiest to access) would be in Calcutta, about 1.5 hours by flight or 3 bloody days by bus & train from this place. Guess Revenge of the Sith would have to wait, ….sigh.

Driving into Aizawl is a wonderful experience. The roads are narrow and some of them look like they’re 45 degrees steep. The road goes up, then takes a 180 degree turn in the opposite direction, going further up. Buses and trucks spew out tons of diesel fumes trying to hike up these steep and narrow roads. Rows of vehicles frequently have to reverse en masse to allow the opposite row to pass. All very exciting and ‘orderly’, and going everywhere takes at least 1 hour with about half of the time being stuck trying to reverse or to make way or something else.

Apart from Aizawl, Mizoram is totally pristine. Rows upon rows of hills, not a piece of flat land in sight for miles and miles, narrow winding roads that cut thru the sides of the hills, bamboo forests, hill villages, eating dinner & chit-chatting by candle-light and watch fireflies flit by (when the power goes off, which happened almost every day until we installed a generator at our house). Now we have to contend with a thousand and one different types of bugs, mostly moths of all sizes and colour attracted by our bright fluorescent light.

Entertainment is watching tv, playing with the house dog – watching it chase after giant crickets, jungle cockroaches and huge green insects (till they’re half dead – hehehe), killing giant mosquitoes, taking chloroquinone pills to keep us malaria-proof, experimenting with different ways of killing leeches and other types of bugs, reading any reading material that comes along and waiting for the bloody internet to connect or to load something, ...anything. Weather is usually pleasant here. Water here is from heaven (rain) or from the river (of course we boil it thoroughly). Cooking gas comes in cylinders, which we need to queue up for hours and hours to get any.

Food here is simply superb ..for a true-blooded meat-eater like me hehehe. There’s pork (yummy), beef (finally), mutton, chicken, fish and dog (a delicacy here). Our cooks are pretty good here. The restaurants outside aren’t really that many or good.

Mizoram is at the southern tip of North-East India, wedged between Myanmar and Bangladesh. Mizos are of Tibeto-Burmese descent. They’re more akin to South East Asians, looking something like Myanmese (meaning I can pass off very comfortable pretending to be Mizo, if I don’t open my mouth). Their culture, though deeply influenced by Christianity, is also more akin to South East Asia, they’re crazy about football (unlike Indians who’re nuts over cricket), their music sounds like Thai or Pilipino music, unlike the tabla-laden music of India. Heck, if they didn’t tell me this was India, I wouldn’t have guessed!

Anyway, a few days ago, boss told me to prepare to move my butt again, this time to Haulawng (pronounced ‘how long’), about 180km deeper inside this forest of a place (or about 9 bloody hours by road, if road conditions are good). Ahhh, more pristine jungles, more primitive lifestyle, what more can I ask for huh?


Our office building, Zemabawk, Aizawl


My office in Aizawl, Mizoram

Malaysia House, Mizoram


Our house (aka Malaysia House) in Aizawl, Mizoram


Driveway, Malaysia House


The house doggie, Bobby