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A Trip to Lamjung in Nepal Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by Shakti, United Kingdom Jan 10, 2006
Environment , Education , Child & Youth Rights   Short Stories

  

A Trip to Lamjung in Nepal
“Is there a dog in Medini sir's house?” We asked a woman in Simpani, who was retrieving water from a lake.

“Where did you come from? There is a dog in the upper house but not in that one”, she replied.

“Have you come from her mother’s place?” She asked us; she guessed we were relatives of the sister.

After reaching our sister’s house, we found out that she had gone to Kathmandu to our house; but it was too late and hence, we had to stay there. After dinner, Ashok, our cousin and a leader entertained us with his stories. Then, we fell asleep.

Our brother in-law, a poet had his books spread out everywhere. Some of his poems have been published, and some of them were ready for publication. We listened to some of his poems from Ashok. He had some medals and felicitation prizes nailed on the walls of his room.

We also came to know about the environment and situation of that place. Khudi village was naturally a very beautiful place. To the north were mountains, the Khudi Bazar was on the base near Marsayangdi River, and on the other side of the river was a beautiful forest. The place was so inviting that a person would enjoy writing poetry, while viewing the natural scenery.

Since it was on the way to Manang, Bahundanda had some development projects. We left Khudi after our morning meal. On our way to Beshisahar, we saw Marsyandi River, which divided Lamjung to the east and the west. We walked ahead through a motor road, talking with the potters passing by and finally reached Beshisahar.

After reaching Beshisahar (Headquarters of Lamjung District), we explained our work to Purnachandra uncle. His expertise helped the governmental work to finish quickly. The old Lamjung place of Shah Dynasty; Manang, Marsyangdi River, the mountains and green hills had been a main attraction to many people.

We left Beshisahar, taking a bus to Bhoteodar. The bus moved through the Shore of Marsyandi River. The river was large but had caused no harm; instead it had facilitated the villagers. The Midim River had been a disaster in Bhorletar since it was flowing in cultivable land, but Marsyangdi River had been a necessity there. In Bhoteodor, we observed great religious tolerance. We spent our night at Basana sister’s place. Since we were very tired, we slept after eating dinner. Early in the morning, we left Bhoteodor.

We soon reached Sundarbazar on a short bus ride. Sundarbazar had been a bit more developed because there were many governmental and private offices. The agricultural campus had been the heart of that place. A bus came there to leave for Kathmandu, but ignoring the call, we moved ahead. That modern place had their own religion, as well as the occurrence of development in an ancient way, though being a modern habitat. The plain land had turned barren due to lack of irrigation. We remembered our great grandfather’s words; “The financial development of Lamjung is impossible until there is an irrigation facility for every plain land”.

The place had a park, play grounds, a museum, a library and other development projects underway. Our trip was moving ahead beside the Paundi River through a motor way. Since there were no hills but just red soil, the construction of roads was easy. The sun was bright and it was difficult to walk, so we sat on a stone. The village had facilitated electricity. Since Bhorletar had no electricity, we cursed the lazy people, political leaders and unaware civilians. With all of this type of conversation, our trip had been moving ahead.

The people carrying tin plates to Duradanda helped us to make our trip easier. We knew a lot about the environment of that place. Though the Karunche River was small, the damage caused by the river during rainy season was hoarse and could be seen clearly that time. The names of the places were given after the casts, like Khatre Thanti, Koirala Fahat, etc.

Our trip to Duradanda was cancelled after we founf out about the 2-3 hour walk it would take to reach that place. We had planned to spend a night at Bhorletar and return to Kathmandu the next morning, but this was in vain. We felt that our trip was incomplete when we were not able to go to Duradanda, which taught us the respect of work and the value of time.

The ancient habitat was not exactly as we thought, but was of a historical importance. We took down the names of some of the relatives of our grandfather, but all of them were living in a different place. On the Shore of Paundi River, small shops and houses were famous in Koirala Fahant. After leaving Koirala Fahat, we went to our sister’s house in Dhuseni, where we could see large pieces of land, though there were hills. The place had a good production of paddy in the rainy season.

We finally reached our sister’s house after some hours walk. We had a fear of the dog there also, but it was chained. Our sister had forced us to spend the night there, but we had a compulsion to leave. We had not been able to be at our sister’s place in Duradanda, but thinking of the fun we would have if we had visited her, we went towards our destination of Bhorletar. We went through Kunchha, where the court was held earlier; then we reached Thansing, from which our destiny, Bhorletar was seen clearly.







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