The River Turns Deadly

The floods and landslides in North East India and Bangladesh are devastating. Hundreds dead, millions homeless. Till now large parts of Assam are under water, with no power, food or drinking water. Some villages are completely submerged, not even the roofs could be seen. It’s like a sea.

Silchar city is also affected. The entire city is waterlogged. It’s like friggin Venice, only that instead of boats, people are wading in waist-high to neck-high water depending on where you are in the city. Our home in Silchar is likewise affected. There’s about a foot of water in our home for the last week now.

This flood, by the way, was the second to hit North East India in the last 2 months. The first was in May and then now. I don’t know how many lives were lost, how many homes are permanently gone…

God, have mercy on us and deliver those affected from the effects of devastating flood, and the hardships and diseases that follow. We’re looking for volunteers and charitable organizations in the Silchar to see how we could contribute to their efforts. If you wanna help, please send me a message on prahnago@gmail.com and I’ll get back to you. Meanwhile, please pray for the people affected. God bless you.

Here’re some photos of the river we took in April this year before the floods hit.


Barak River, Fulertal, Assam, India – Justin at her aunt’s (Rekha) garden/ farm beside their home. This entire garden is under water as I write. Just imagine how much the water level has risen…


Amar Gurung’s riverside house, Fulertal – The river would’ve surged up to the foundations of the house. I hope they’re safe…


The Barak River in tranquil times, seen from the Mukam at Fulertal. The Mukam is what locals call the tomb of a Muslim holy man called Baba Longarshah. The tomb is located inside the compound of a large mosque. What’s strange but wonderful about this place is that, Hindus also revere this holy man and frequently visit the tomb to place candles and pray. They’d do this right after visiting the Hindu temple next door to the mosque! That’s what I call tolerance and acceptance. Peace, no hate. I hope the whole world could be more like that.






Tomb of Baba Longarshah, Mukam, Fulertal, Cachar District, Assam


Amrita at the Mukam


The Manipuri temple (or what locals call the Shiv Temple) beside the Mukam. The Barak River is just behind the yellow-coloured shrine on the right. It’s a high drop from this temple to the river below. This accounts for why Fulertal Village isn’t flooded. According to Anu, the land behind the temple used to be much larger, but years of erosion have caused the land to shrink considerably since Anu was a child. Local Hindus frequently pray here and then pray at the Mukam, next door


Anu at the Shiv Mandir, Fulertal, Cachar, Assam


The Barak River at Lakhipur town – This is the ghat where boats ferry passengers across to the other side of the river i.e. Binnakandi. From seeing how the river has risen in the news and videos sent from home, I think the river’s level would have risen to where that lady in front is standing…

Continue to pray my friends…

Crossing Borders in COVID Times

The Emirati wilderness, …or is this Oman?? From Google Maps, it looks more like the latter. This was where we camped for the night in Oct 2020, our first of many camping trips to come since the pandemic started.

I got it finally. Blasted COVID. From the son, and he from school. That’s the problem of relaxing your guard, heck! (Not me, but the others out there, not wearing masks, etc, etc, etc). But it ain’t that serious, just like a bad bout of flu for me. Today’s my first day of work after nearly 2 weeks of isolation! While I was out of action from the office, I’ve collected some photos of our first excursion into the UAE wilderness since COVID started.

This was in October 2020. After months of not getting out of our home city of Dubai, we finally decided that enough was enough, and headed out into the Emirati wilderness, for Jayden’s birthday. We found out that Sharjah had just opened a new road through the mountains connecting directly to its enclave of Khor Fakkan in the east coast, so…, what the heck! Let’s go check it out. We packed our tent and the barbecue stuff and headed out as I was pretty sure that there’d be some camping ground on the way. After all, it’s a new road! (But boy, was I wrong…) Here’s the story.


Wow, beautiful new road across the mountains – the Khor Fakkan Road! This is the ermmmm… 4th road across the mountains that I could count in my head, 1) Masafi Road, 2) Hatta Road, 3) Kalba Road and now this one. No complaints for roads, after all I’m in the road construction business, haha!


There’re a series of tunnels on this road… as it cuts across the Hajar Mountains

Hey, why don’t we explore this route through Madha and Nahwa? It looks really interesting in the map. Madha is an Omani territory (enclave) surrounded completely by the UAE. But what makes it even more interesting is that, in the middle of this enclave (or exclave), sits the village of Nahwa, which is UAE territory, completely surrounded by the Omani enclave of Madha. It’s an enclave within and enclave, or what you call, a double-enclave!! We had actually brought along our passports just to find out whether we could drive into this bizarre area. It turns out that there’re no border controls, just drive in and out as you like!

And so, we turned off the Khor Fakkan Road at Wadi Shees (which is an interesting mountain village which we would eventually visit a few trips later), and headed into Madha.


Wadi Shees Road – hey, there’s water in the gap below, cool!


Uh-oh, dirt track ahead! The sealed road’s gone… (This photo was actually taken the next day in the morning, which explains the sunny conditions. At the first time we reached here, it was almost dusk as we started late)


I think we’re in Omani territory now… Really scary road, is that soil gonna collapse? And it’s getting dark, didn’t really see any camping ground, shit!


Hey, we reached a cave! I recognized this as the Nahwa Cave (from pictures in Google), meaning we’ve gone past the Omani parts and entered the UAE territory of Nahwa! Could we camp here?? Nah, don’t think it’s a good idea. Let’s go on, before we lose all the daylight!!

And so, we drove on, past Nahwa, re-entered Omani Madha, went past that and came out onto Khor Fakkan on the east coast of the UAE. Nope, still no place suitable. Hey, how about checking out this place labelled ‘Al Sadah Picnic Point’ inside Madha, Oman? And back we went, into Madha Oman again. Shit, the park is closed! Now, what do we do in the night? I remember a somewhat suitable point further back past the cave, and so drove on. Nope, not here either. It's under a tree but there're lots of rocks, and some trash nearby. Let’s head back towards the cave. And finally, Anu (bless her) chose a spot in the dark and we set up camp! In Omani territory.


Anu’s picnic meal! Yummy! Complete with decorative lights! Happy 6th Birthday Jayden! Here we were, all alone, with no one near us for miles. This was a weekday, as I took the day off for Jayden’s birthday and it was not a particularly busy road. We set up camp on a ledge beside the dirt road. The whole night thru, we were worried about bandits, wild animals, security forces, etc… (Heck, we’re in Omani territory sez Google Maps, and we don’t know whether we’re allowed to camp, or whether this is a dangerous place or not, etc, etc, etc). From the night till day break, I think a total of 3 cars drove past the road below, but none stopped luckily.


Rise and shine. WE MADE IT! See our camp, all by ourselves, in the middle of nowhere. Bliss!


What a wonderful view! View from our camp site, Madha Enclave, Oman. The gap on the left, is the road, the one on the right is a friggin dried up wadi. Just imagine if there’s a rain, the road would be a river!


Here’s Nahwa Cave again! In the morning! See that small UAE flag painted on the wall! We’re back in UAE territory!


Those date palms mark the entrance of Nahwa Village, coming from Shees


Driving past Nahwa… We would head to Khor Fakkan from here but that is another story. In total, we crossed the UAE-Omani border 9 times in 2 days! Talk about border controls. Heck, it was more difficult for us to go into Abu Dhabi than this place!

Here’re some photos of a second drive thru of the Madha Area when we finally visited Wadi Shees Village in March 2021.


Coming from Wadi Shees, instead of taking the left turn towards Nahwa, we turned right into a green plantation area called Hajar Bani Humayd, which would eventually emerge into the main road to Madha


Here’s the Madha Mosque, Oman

Before I go off, if you have some time, please pray for Assam, North East India and Bangladesh. It’s been raining heavily and the rivers have overflown their banks, flooding, …worse, submerging entire villages, killing hundreds and making millions homeless… Water also entered our home in Silchar, but it is not as bad as some other homes… Silchar city is completely waterlogged and cut off, and so are many cities, towns and villages in the region. Pray for the water to recede and for people to be saved.

Hot Bubbling Whamily Whun

Sessions on how to make a scary face

I’m gonna make this post a quick one. I’m short of time. Those motivational videos which my lovely missus keeps listening to, say that all successful people count their time in minutes, not hours, days or weeks. (Or in my case, months…) Never too old to start being effective. So here goes the post.

Since, we’re on family visits and cousins (see last post), here’s a family visit on the other side of the world – New Zealand.

This was the time we visited a real ‘living Maori village’ (as if there’re actually dead villages to visit). …But, a ‘dead village’, would just have been as interesting, if we’re into spooks and spirits, ain’t it?

This village is called… wait for it… Whakarewarewa! In NZ, in words of Maori origin, the ‘WH’ consonant cluster is pronounced ‘F’ for some reason or other. So, Whakarewarewa, would be pronounced Fakarewarewa or Waka village for short (no, not Faka, just for this particular case. Just imagine how Faka would sound like? Of course, there’re exceptions! You wouldn’t want to be a friggin Faka, would you?)

But why then, would the people who first transcribed Maori into the English alphabet use ‘WH’ for ‘F’? It turned out that the original sound wasn’t really like an ‘f’ as in English but something close to an airy ‘w’ like how the Japanese would say Mt ‘Wh’uji (for Mount Fuji). Well, that’s what I read somewhere. Nuff with that, continuing with the picture post…


Whakarewarewa Village performance of Maori dances, like the war dance, Haka where you can have fun making scary faces. (Heck, I don't even need to try, especially on a grumpy day...)


Cousins in New Zealand – Jared and Skye. “I can’t climb up mommy!” Behind is the Te Puia Park that has loads of geysers including the Pohutu Geyser (no, not the friggin home water heaters which Indians called geysers)


“There you go!” Skye and mommy (today happens to be Skye’s 6th birthday, wow, time sure flies – by the way, Skye & Jared are currently having a holiday at their grandparents' place in Germany!)




Hot springs and steaming pools are a common feature of the village area. No, I don’t think you can swim in that… unless you wanna boil off your erm... precious parts


See what I mean? The villagers use the geothermal vents for cooking. They actually also use them for hot baths (there’re special bathing pools), and for heating up their houses in winter!


Now, that’s something you can swim in… A stream at the entrance to the village


Entrance arch to the village (& World War memorial)


The village’s community hall (and here’s a pic of Jayden & Skye in front of the community hall)


A village house with a nice garden, Whakarewarewa, Rotorua, NZ


Inside the village church


Heck, what’s this? Doll house? Spirit house??! Let’s get outta here…


Oh, here’s something not from Whakarewarewa, but from the nearby Kuirau Park in Rotorua, which I missed out in my earlier Rotorua post. It’s a hot bubbling mud pool! The whole place is a geothermal ummm… “mess”

All in the Family

The sisters 5! Fulertal, Cachar District, Assam, India

Do you know what we did for our first overseas trip since the start of the COVID-19 pandemic? We visited our India home, after 5 years (our last visit was 2017). (By the way, we have 3 homes, in 3 different countries, ahem.) Here are the family photos of our trip home. And oh my, how the ‘kids’ have grown in the 5 years since we last visited. See for yourself!


Anu and her sisters. From right, Manju (eldest), Sandhya (2nd), Anu, Rekha (3rd) and Amrita (youngest), in front of Rekha’s house


Justin, Jayden and cousin Mahi (Rekha’s daughter) – Mahi was born in the same year as Jayden, but is 8 months older


Jayden and Ankit (Anu’s godbrother’s son) – Ankit is also a 2014 child. He’s 3 days older than Mahi if I’m not mistaken


The youngest cousin in the family, Anshu, born 2019 I think, (left most) with his father, Anu’s second eldest brother, Ganesh. Finally, Jayden became a ‘dada’ (elder brother). Together in the photo are the kids’ cousin Sonia (middle) and aunt Amrita (right)


Ganesh’s house in Pailapool, about 20+ mins slow drive from Anu’s mum’s house in Fulertal – In the photo are, from left: Justin; Sumitra (Anu’s sis-in-law, wife of eldest brother Ramesh); Anu’s mother; Ganesh and son Anshu; Ganesh’s mother-in-law; Jayden and Amrita; and someone whom I can’t remember…


Breakfast at Manoj’s house – Manoj is Anu’s third eldest brother – In the photo are, from left: Rohan (Ramesh’s eldest son), Sonia (Manoj’s daughter), Deb (Ankit’s elder brother), Anu, and Akash a.k.a. Chhandam (Manoj’s son). This was where we stayed when we were in Fulertal. Thank you Manoj dada and bhauju Ruati


Akash’s a keen footballer – Here’s he (middle) warming up for a match against an opposing team. Akash is his Gorkhali name and Chhandam his Mizo name as Manoj’s family used to live in Mizoram until a few years back. Till now, Akash is more comfortable with Mizo. His team mates are mostly, if not all, Hmar (a sub-tribe of Mizo), from the neighbouring Hmarkhawlein village. That’s the beauty of this place, it’s mix of all types of people! This football match was played in Singerbond, a predominantly Manipuri settlement


We’ve come to watch the football match! Akash! Akash! Akash! (We don’t know his team’s name). From left: Ruati (Manoj’s wife & Akash’s mother), Ankit, Amrita, Anu, Justin, Jayden and Rohan


Visiting a friend at their riverside abode. From right: – Amar Gurung (son of Sangeeta Gurung a local politician – Amar used to work with us in the Pune-Solapur Highway Project in Maharashtra in 2011); Amar’s grandma I presume; Anu; Jayden; Sangeeta Gurung (Amar’s mother); Justin; Manju; Ramesh (Anu’s eldest brother); Anu’s mom; and Amrita


How can we do a post on Fulertal, without a picture of the Barak River? – A view from Amar’s riverside house. At the time of writing, the river has swelled up considerably, and big parts of Assam including the Barak Valley are flooded. Pray that the rain stops soon and the waters recede before more deaths and damage occur... 


Justin and an old friend Vineeth from his past home visits


Anu meets her college friend, Gayatri, in Pailapool


Family pic at the Mukam, Fulertal, Cachar District, Assam, India


Bye till we meet again, gotta get back to work in Dubai – Family in front of our Silchar home. At the back, from right: Sandhya, Gopal Singh (Sandhya’s husband); Debanjan (Sweety’s husband – Hey, when did she marry?); Sweety; Justin; Kunal (Manju’s son); Deb; and Amrita. In front, from right: Ramesh; Manju; Jayden; Raja (Ramesh’s son and Rohan’s younger brother) and Zeeva (Sandhya’s son and Sweety’s brother)

That’s it for now folks!