Showing posts with label mizoram. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mizoram. 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

The Flattest Place in Mizoram?

Thenzawl, is just about the flattest place I’ve come across in Mizoram, throughout my 1½ years stay. Nothing much here, or for the matter of fact, in Mizoram, except if you’re interested in natural beauty, such as hills, bamboo and more bamboo; and ethnic tribes and their culture. The Vantawng Waterfall’s here (refer earlier entry – “The Waterfall of The Leech”). Our Project’s nearby, which is fortunate since at least Thenzawl has some semblance of a decent tourist lodge, a good enough grocery shop (to cater for the police mainly), some health-care facilities, and the blessings of a river, Mat River, which fortunately brings BC boulders (very technical to explain here). Thenzawl’s also known to be the cowboy town of Mizoram, with farms and pastures (due to its comparative flatness) and a center for production of ethnic weave-work, besides the local liquor, oh I forgot… that’s illegal…




Weaving Workshop at Thenzawl

The Disadvantages of Drinking

...till you're dead drunk anyway.


Some local liquor – dirt cheap, maybe 100 rupees, depending on how many of your friends / colleagues you wanna treat
Some namkeen (tidbits Indian style) – 100 – 200 rupees, again depending on how many people you wanna treat
A photo in the internet, of you plastered on your bed, dead drunk, with your shorts and bed wet with pee, just because you’re too drunk to make a trip to the toilet or to even notice you need to go – Priceless!...

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

Thursday, 28 December 2006

Destiny's Path

Recently I got married. …Huh? What?!? Yeah, it’s true, after all I’m friggin human, I’m 36 bloody years old, I’m not gay, and I also wanna have a family of my own, and like it or not, destiny seems to have decided that it’s about time this …err thing happened.

Although destiny didn’t put it in such a straight-forward kinda way. No, don’t get me wrong, everything went on quite normally at first. There was friendship (we knew each other since January 2006, but never in our minds thought we’d be together, …we used to tease each other and pair each other off to potential partners). There was love (of course) and then a proposal (first, on the phone with my now-wife and then I went to her house and family in Assam state and formally proposed to her mother and her brothers). There was courtship (for about ONE WHOLE MONTH, after she accepted my proposal hehehe – when in India, do as the Indians do, right?). There was rivalry, …a lot of rivalry (after all my wife’s not that bad looking and somehow seems to attract a lot of …unwanted (on my part) attention, which include big names which I will refrain from naming here, and yours truly isn’t that bad in the attraction department himself, never would have guessed huh? hehehe). There were a lot of obstacles, ...there was a lot of heartache (refer to my earlier entries – “A Note of Illumination” and “Casualties of Love”). And finally there was our daring escape from Mizoram, when my wife left everything and everyone that she knew, to be with me, God bless her, and it’s no easy task to escape from Mizoram or for the matter of fact, her village (and her house which is inaccessible by car), without a soul knowing about it (don’t believe me, just let me see you do it). So, there you have it, we’re together and happily married now, far from the reaches of Mizoram.

And somehow, after you’re married your writing creativity and inspiration just don’t seem to work?!? …beats me, …but maybe there’s just no bloody free-time, …oh, YES HONEY, I’m coming…

By the way, my wife’s name is Anu, short for Anuradha Rajput.


Gary & Anu at the Sun Temple, Konark, Orissa


Gary & Anu at Taj Mahal, Agra, Uttar Pradesh

Wednesday, 30 August 2006

Depression Mode

This posting’s meant to be a first, a first written during a period of depression. One that’ll show my true feelings, one to show my weaknesses, one to show that I’m not all the time good-natured (a misconception of some of my friends), one ring to bring them and in the darkness bind them in the lands of Mordor… (oops, that’s from the Lord of the Rings, sorry).

Anyway, I can’t pinpoint the actual source of my depression, I’ve lost the enthusiasm to fight the jungle battle, my mind has been wandering farther and farther away (to Nepal, Tibet, and beyond), my mood has been brooding dark, my patience is wearing thin, I’ve kinda adopted the ‘come what may’ attitude, what the hell is wrong with me? Here’re some of the things I attribute my depression to: -

No 1 (but not foremost) – the advent of our company’s ‘communist’ leader of Haulawng Site aka Chairman Mao Tse Toh (name changed to maintain anonymity) and the great changes he’s done to bust (NOT boost, mind you) the morale of the site organization by introducing innovative measures to save money such as delaying staff’s salaries and cutting electricity from 11pm to 5am, besides complaining about everything everyone’s done everyday, questioning and overturning decisions made by yours truly (hey, I have an ego problem too, ok?), emphasizing again and again that he’s in-charge (as opposed to yours truly), complaining and implying that everyone else’s management skills suck when compared to our one and only venerable ‘communist’ leader, boasting about his achievements (everyday, till he was told off, by who else but yours truly, ahem), taking away my responsibilities from major areas (which truthfully, made me quite happy, until the other bosses came and screwed me about them, “hey, that’s not my job anymore, k?”), shirking off the responsibilities for things gone wrong because of his decisions (yeah, almighty ‘communist’ leader can’t do no wrong, you know?), yadda yadda yadda (see I can bitch too huh, feels good, I hope the company doesn’t see this).

No 2 – the incessant rain and gloomy weather everyday, who wants to be stuck in a place like that for days on end huh? Real mood damper! Besides creating multiple landslides which our ‘communist’ leader adamantly refused to clear in the beginning (because of contractual implications). He later broadcasted to everyone that he has been the prime mover for clearing landslides (yeah, my foot!) This is fun, writing about him, can’t get enough of it!

No 3 – the bloody mess that our semi-constructed road has become (due to rain and landslides) and we call ourselves Road Builder!

No 4 – THE DRYING UP OF FUNDS (need I elaborate?) No money, no honey, man.

No 5 – the drying up of diesel (and almost everything in Haulawng, including our power supply, runs on diesel, albeit ‘slightly’ adulterated diesel in our case, yeah never mind that it’s a mix of 50% diesel and 50% kerosene, or 40% diesel / 60% kerosene, or whatever mix it comes in, never mind that kerosene f**ks up all the engines big time, as long as there’s something to burn, right? …But even that, we don’t have)

No 6 – the appearance of a new boss, …err no wait, two new bosses, err no, let’s go back to one, why don’t we have 3 instead, hey since we’re already at it, let’s have 4 new bosses, the more the merrier huh, and let’s shift the operations to Haulawng, …no wait, shift it back to Aizawl, no, let’s split the whole damn thing up, divide and conquer!

No 7 – Sid Meier’s Civilization 4, a birthday present from my beloved brother, a turn-based computer game where you can stop play at anytime and continue later, yeah just a bit later, just a little while more ok, …bloody hell! it’s 2 bloody am! shit, gotta wake up at 5!

No 8 (last but not least) – Naruto, chapters 1 to 100 to be more exact, the cute Japanese anime series to keep me sane during the non-workable monsoon season in Mizoram. If only the producers stop trying to lengthen the series by making 4 chapters for what they can show in 1, and why do they always end the chapters when it is at its most exciting? Anyway, it’s only about 20 minutes per chapter, yeah still early, just two more chapters ok? Err, ok, one more, err… bloody shit, can the Hokage defeat Orochimaru? Just another one, f##**#g 1 bloody am! If only I could Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!!!

What’s gonna happen to me? Beats me… an employee with THIS type of attitude!?!? Is this just a temporary phase?? Can I snap out of it? Will the Company forgive me??... Will I forgive myself? Will update again soon.

Monday, 26 June 2006

The Search for Paracetamol


The search for Paracetamol ended up in this hut

Most of my friends and family know this story already.
Briefly: -
Paracetamol (name changed to protect his identity) is my Malaysian ex-colleague who worked in Haulawng for about a month.
Paracetamol is his nickname given by some of the North and East Indians because his original South Indian name is confusing for them (and you thought Indians are Indians).
Paracetamol is a reformed alcoholic, when he first joined, ...it took him about a week in Haulawng to regain his past habit.
Alcohol consumption is BANNED in bloody Mizoram, believe it or not, the only Christian administered place where alcohol is banned, in the world, I think. Anyway, most of the locals drink, and alcohol is kinda easy to get.
Paracetamol got a warning from us (alrite, from me) not to drink in full knowledge of the staff coz it’ll be hard for us to show a good example.
Paracetamol can live without food or water, but NOT without alcohol.
One fine day (actually the day immediately following the warning), Paracetamol decided to disappear from the main camp at Haulawng, he shifted himself (minus his belongings and minus an approval by his boss, meaning me) to a village about 30 km away from the main camp, at a location near where some of our road construction was going on (and near a village famous for production of local liquor).
Paracetamol decided to ignore the repeated request by his colleagues to report back to the main camp.
On the 3rd day after he disappeared, we sent a contingent (led by yours truly) to intercept him. We found his motorbike parked at the side of the road in the middle of no-where. After some time we found out from a local, that our 50 year old friend, Paracetamol trekked into the bamboo jungle with a 50 year old woman (God only knows for what reasons).
The contingent followed suit, and spent about 2 hot and exhausting hours mucking around inside the bamboo jungle and a vacant bamboo hut, but to no avail.
We had to withdraw the contingent as the leader (me) and his assistant (both in their 30s) could not cope up with the antics of the 50 year-old Paracetamol and had to return to the camp to recover from over-exertion.
Paracetamol was finally intercepted near Haulawng, all dirty, disheveled and unshaven, 6 days after he ‘disappeared’ from the main camp and sent back to more a civilized place where he could get help (and of course his essential substance, alcohol).
The End

A member of the search party, Assistant Works Manager Madhav, mucking around the bamboo hut

Other members of the search party, Nela (my local driver) and I

Sunday, 25 June 2006

Chieftain of Mizoram


Chieftain of Mizoram
Fashion by Mizo weavers
Makeup by Anu and Anny
Model - Pu Gary
Dog - Rani
(Note: the head gear is actually a bag, another bright idea by Anu and Anny)

Gremlin Dog of Haulawng


Rani, our mogwai-like dog, and Anu

See, that's our cute newest inhabitant of our Haulawng house.

Mizoram Update Mid 2006


'Trophy' of a bat ...mistakenly badmintoned by our maids

Nothing much happened since the last entry, we’ve notched up a few more percentages in the project, (unfortunately that's all we've managed to notch up, thanks to the incessant rain from May, and the multiple landslides it's caused). I’ve extended my contract with my present company for 2 more years (yeah, you heard correctly, I’m gonna be stuck in this jungle of a place for 2 more bloody years). I’ve aged another friggin year, my creativity’s slowly going down the drain, thanks primarily to the real world and to growing up, with the commitments and responsibilities and rat-race. I’m still single (how the heck can I settle down when I spend most of the time trapped in the pits of the world i.e. Mizoram), I’m kinda getting more and more comfortable with staying in Mizoram actually. I’ve maintained my 32” waist since staying in Haulawng. I’ve got another lovely doggy in Mizoram and made a few more friends. People are still falling sick and dying from malaria, so much so that we've nicknamed one of our cars, The Ambulance. The telephone connection in Haulawng is still as good as ever (have been trying to call Haulawng for a week now, and the lines’ still down, what’s new?). The cable TV still functions (surprised?) most of the time, except when it rains (and it’s been raining almost every friggin day), I’m currently in Gurgaon (wasting time mostly, and delaying my going back to the jungles of Haulawng, since there’s no friggin cable TV in there where I can catch the World Cup matches hehehe). I’ve still not gone on a friggin holiday trip abroad this year, shite! And the company has finally decided to send a few more Malaysians into the jungle. And since there’s nothing new to write about except for boring work, and work, and work, I’m taking the easy way out again and post some pictures of our fun and exciting life in Haulawng, again.


A trek around 'environmentally-friendly' Mizoram in March with my colleague Tony, notice all the trees and wildlife (......how they're burnt beyond a cinder by our environmentally-friendly Mizo farmers)

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?

Mizoram State Roads Project Phase-II

That’s the abbreviated official name of our Project. Don’t mean to make this into a Project website, but… what else is there to write about? When I spend 7 days a week, about 15 friggin hours a day, doing something, …anything on this bloody Project. Can’t bloody let my blog die a slow death, right?

Haulawng Base Camp a.k.a The Camp above The Clouds

OK, here’s a brief, I’ll leave out all the technical terms, it’ll be real short I promise...
Total Cost of Project – about 150 million Ringgit
Completion Date – in about 3 month’s time (yeah, if only)
Percent Completed as on now – about ...err 18-20% I’d say
Revised Completion Date – Friggin end of friggin 2007! officially
Would we be able to complete it by Dec 2007 – Of Course!!! (that’s the Manager in me speaking), ....frankly, ....err maybe if there’s a miracle (I hope nobody involved with this Project reads this).
What we do – hill roads, hill roads and hill roads
Problems – none that cannot be solved (hey, gimme a break, I’m one of the ones calling the shots ok?)
Funded by – The World Bank (now if only we could drum it into the Mizos heads that WE are NOT The World Bank, WE are only a friggin Contractor working for The friggin World Bank, meaning WE do not have unlimited cash of The World in our hands...)

Important Points to note while working in Mizoram: –
The people here are a real friendly bunch, you can like …wake them up in the middle of the night if your car breaks down and ask for their help (after all, if their car breaks down, that’s what they’ll do). You can visit them at 6am in the morning (since they have a habit of waking up real early, and wait at your doorstep at a quarter to 6 for you to get ready to see them, never mind the breakfast part or the coffee part or whether you’ve shit and showered or not, …I wake up at 5 (never would have guessed huh?), but in Mizoram, you do that or you mess up your entire shitting schedule, and we start work at 6am (some achievement huh?).

Never ply the Mizos with alcohol (unless you know them well). Mizoram is a Total Liquor Prohibition zone. That means, if you’re not on good terms with them and you drink, you get slapped with a TLP offence. If you’re on good terms (and provided that you can hold your drinks, and not make a nuisance out of yourself), you can drink till kingdom come, since most Mizos drink anyway. Beats me where they get their supplies, as long as they have some available for ‘emergency cases’ (meaning for us), it’s not our problem huh?

Mizoram is a very environmental-conscious state, it has an abundance of bugs – mosquitoes of all sizes, swarms of flies, and bees, uncountable species of moths, spiders of all colours and creed, heck, it’s like what’s-that-planet in Starship Troopers? Why are there so many bugs? Because it’s a FRIGGIN jungle, ok? And besides, the insects have no predators, since the No 1 hobby of the kids of Mizoram is catapult target practice. Their target of choice – squirrels, birds, and any other smallish creatures that move. Come to think of it, haven’t seen much living things around actually, besides insects – no monkeys (I’ve heard that’s a delicacy), no elephants (that’s a delicacy as well), no deer (that also), one fleeting view of a …err fox maybe, running across the road, one iguana (and that also nearly went into the pot, if my driver was driving the car, have never seen someone so disappointed when I refused to run over an iguana crossing the road!).

The No 1 hobby of choice for the adult Mizos are – eating, hunting (with their rifles) and fishing (with dynamite). Mizos absolutely love their dogs. Dogs can help them hunt, they can act as pets, and when they’re too old to move, they can satisfy their master’s appetite (just kidding), they usually eat other people’s dogs. Trees are in abundance in Mizoram too, so there’ll be no problems if say, you cut down one perfectly good tree just to get that honey hanging from one of the branches. Besides, you can use the timber for furniture or firewood, right?

Anyway, there you have it in a nutshell, gonna stop for the time being, gotta rush – only one measly week of leave (and that, also to get my visa extended).


Vanva River, the source of our drinking water


A farm area adjacent to our road, near Ramlaitui Village


Tuipui River, the source of our sand and the only source of good rocks for road construction

The Less Traveled Road to Aizawl

Here’re some pics of one of the roads between Aizawl and Haulawng. It’s only about 135km on this road (if I can call it a road), and takes only about 8.5 bloody hours non-stop. If you love overland adventure driving, you’ll love Mizoram.


Hmuifang, the village lies on top and behind the ridge


Hmuifang Wind-Power Generator (it hasn't worked in ages)


Thenzawl - Farm Veng

Lianchhiari Heartbreak Cliff

This is the rock where a local Mizo Princess, Lianchhiari of yesteryears came to cry her heart off, after her father, the King, banished her commoner lover from her village. Nope, she didn’t jump off the cliff, she was a little smarter than that, she escaped from the village later on, and lived happily ever after in another place (I think). Smart woman, why die for love huh?



Lianchhiari Lunglen Tlang
Nope, this is NOT Lianchhiari, this is our Mizo friend, colleague and guide, Irene. She’s scared stiff of the cliff, so scared that she botched up the picture of yours truly sitting on that rock, so I had to post pics of her instead.


The Track up to Lianchhiari Lunglen Tlang (there's actually a road up, but being adventurous beings like us, we prefer to walk, ...if only we knew that the road is accessible all the way up there!)


Road to Lianchhiari Lunglen Tlang - the road goes through this natural cave

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

The Waterfall of The Leech


Vantawng Waterfall

This is Vantawng Waterfall. What we say here among the staff is that, if you’ve not visited Vantawng, you’ve not visited Mizoram. If you’ve not been bitten by a leech, you’ve not been in Mizoram (during monsoon). The best time to visit Vantawng, is immediately after the monsoon, when the water is in full cascade. Incidentally, this is also the time when the leeches are out in full force. So you’ll have a hell of a fun time running / walking as fast as possible to avoid leeches getting a cling-hold of you, stopping once in a while to pull / pick out leeches from the folds of your toes, your ankles, your knees, your shoes, your socks, your neck, your belly-button (hopefully you’ll get them in time before they reach your underpants). Amazingly, the leeches all disappear to who knows where in winter and the dry season (but so does the water of Vantawng Waterfall). To avoid leeches, follow this Mizo guideline – ‘Walk First, Walk Fast!’


Sunday, 16 October 2005

Out of the Wilderness, but Not for Long

Hi folks, ...I’m out of the wilderness for a few days. Unfortunately, there’re tons of work waiting for me at my old Gurgaon office. Unfortunately, I’ve forgotten 80% of what they’re about (told you I have really short term memory). Unfortunately, in life (or is it just this company?), nobody likes doing work left behind by another, unless they’re forced to (example, me, usually me..)

I’m scheduled to fly back into the wilderness in about two days. No worries, I’ve completed nearly err…25% of the darn things that I must do here (don’t ever ask me about time management, ok), but what the heck, life doesn’t only revolve around work, right? So, I’ve been checking on mails (yeah, thanks again for all your mails), and on some of my favourite blogs, e.g. from my lazy sis (who’s started to write again, surprisingly), my wandering brother, my crazy niece (this one’s a real cool one), my family-orientated cousin, my godly father (this one’s getting to look more like a blog for the Prai River Bridge, my previous project), etc. Reading’s much easier than writing, especially nowadays, when my brain turns up nothing but, …. ‘when is this friggin project ever gonna complete?’, ‘when am I ever gonna get out of this rut of a place?’, when can I hike across Nepal into Tibet, or Pakistan into China, Iran into Turkey, across the Stans, etc etc etc, when am I ever gonna get married …...huh?!?! Did I just say that? Hehehe (bet dad must be excited) but believe me, Haulawng does funny things to your head.

Now, come to think of it, Haulawng really ain’t that bad. Haulawng’s actually a great place to: -
- Do absolutely nothing
- Sulk
- Daydream, …and fantasize (coz that’s about all you’re gonna get, …unless you fancy hill-tribes)
- Sit on the toilet bowl for as long as you darn well like (one of my favourite pastimes, maybe read a novel or two in the process)
- Read
- Work (coz that’s about the only thing worth doing)
- Talk, …about work
- Slim down (there’s no shortage of hills and fresh air for you to train your stamina on. Ever since I came here, I’ve lost 2 inches off my waist, an achievement huh? 32 inch waist now hehe)
- Learn how to cut your own hair (you can practice on the dog, I did)
- Surf the net (if it works, …the last time it did was in July, …or was that June?)
- Catch up on the latest movies via HBO, Cinemax, Star Movies, Star Chinese and a slue of other movie channels (now, if only I could get that darn satellite decoder to bloody work)
- Play computer games (no, that’s anti-social)
- Socialize, …socialize?? maybe I should go to church… hmmm, church services start real early, …and the services are all in mizo language, …would prayers be enough?
- Sleep
- Learn how to play a musical instrument
- Start drawing again
- Write
…now I’m coming up with ideas, …BUT I better get back to work, only another friggin 75% to go…


Haulawng, City of Wonders (ya, in my dreams, ...maybe in a century or two some Mahathir-type person would be born here)

The Premier Tourist Spot at Haulawng

Our Base Camp happens to be the premier tourist spot for the locals here at Haulawng. They come here for family outings, for dates, for their wedding photographs (made that up, hehehe). Maybe we should start selling tickets...

Office, Haulawng Base Camp


Our crusher at Haulawng Site

Nothing but hills

Here're some pictures of Mizoram. If you like hills, please do make a trip here. I guarantee you'll love it!

House, Ralvawng Village


View from Aizawl Base Camp


Waterfall on the road to Lengpui Airport