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by Shakti, United Kingdom Jan 10, 2006
Environment , Education , Child & Youth Rights   Short Stories
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A Trip to Lamjung in Nepal Sunset in the sauryabas pass (bhanjyang); the reflection of sunlight on Machapuchhre, Annapurna, Lamjung and Ganesh Himalayans; the rivers, like Midim and Pisti; the prayers in the temple; and the busy market in the limelight have all been like a far-off place for me.

This time I had focused my trip on social welfare and the Lamjung visit. My friend on this trip was my brother Pradeep. After a night’s stay in our village, Bhorletar, we started our trip. We went to the source of the irrigation canal, which was inaugurated by His Majesty Late King Birendra and Late Queen Aishwarya in 2042 BCE. The riverside hospital, the school and development of Syauli Bazaar were the subjects of our interest. The citizens of the far-off country Germany were also affected by these undeveloped and lonely places.

The main source of development of Bhorletar is the canal inaugurated by the late King and the Queen. His majesty's inauguration had been the main scheme of the regional plan. After reaching this place, the speech of King Birendra struck in my mind. After the inauguration there was a question; how would the vegetables would be cultivated; like they were in Terai?

The landslide of Dadua might be the largest landslide of the district, which erupts from top to bottom. As the people with AIDS loose every hope, the landslide left even less hope for their lives. I felt as if the landslide was crying for help. I felt so helpless at that time. Neither could we give words like the political leaders, nor could we do anything else. All we had was the desire to hear the voices of the villagers. So we moved ahead from the base of Nalma, where there were equal numbers of houses, schools and shops. We were not very familiar to the hills. Walking up and down in the hills and looking at the scenery, we found that Nalma fascinated us. Resting on the platforms at certain intervals, we felt relaxed. The cemetery of the Gurungs frightened us, and we kept moving ahead. We were not used to such things, so we were very scared to see the cemetery. As we walked through it, we remembered the ghost stories; the terrifying things that reminded us of ghosts and dead people. We were in a condition to shout if we heard any sounds on our way. But fortunately, it did not happen. We passed the cemetery without facing any unwanted situations, unnecessarily cursing the Gurung for making cemetery there.

The big yards of Nalma were limited with millet, pulses and beans. If there was good irrigation, then fruits and rice would also have grown. The beans of Nalma are exchanged with the rice of Bhorletar from the very past.

We were expecting to recognize the students and football players, who had gone to Bhorletar, but we could not recognize anyone, all of the faces were new to us. There were platforms in different places where people and birds would rest and chat. To the north was the mountain that seemed like it was resting on the hills; and to the south was Bhorletar valley. Now we could see the mountain clearly, but it was far away. The people of that place had a very neat and clean lifestyle: they were eager to make the place suitable for tourism. The people of Gurung community were healthy and energetic.

We enjoyed this place further as we walked ahead, but we could see the cemetery of the Gurung community protected with an umbrella. The Gurung had a profound culture; we were puzzled. If those who were dead were given such respect, then how much respect would they give to those who were living? We thought.

Our minds were filled with different thoughts. We kept moving ahead with our hearts filled with joy, seeing Rhododendrons (he National Flower of Nepal), which had grown everywhere. Nothing was impossible; the people of Bakhre Jagat had made a plan to build an airport over there. They were full of enthusiasm, excitement and courage, but a technical problem had stopped their further plans. The higher we went, the steeper it was.

Once upon a time, this place was famous for housing and foods. While going from Bhorletar to Beshisahar, Bakhre Jagat was a transit. We had to go a long way to Beshisahar. The concerned authorities, as well as the local community had not take any interest about joining these two big cities.

Nepal is famous for its hills, plains, mountains, crossing points and valleys. We had to go down through the hills. We sat for a while; we were already tired but we did not have much time for the relaxation. The sun had already touched the hills, and we had to hurry to our destination. Small trees, the castles, the melodious sounds of the flute, small habitat and the friendly behavior of the villagers had added the fragrance to our trip down the hills.

On the small ancient platforms, the children were playing beside the cemetery; they had no fear of it. The words of Osho; “the cemetery should be a habitat and the children should know about death”, came to our mind.

In the evening, we moved ahead towards Khudi from Beshisahar. We had decided to rest at our sister’s place that night.

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