A few weeks ago I visited East Lungdar to spend a weekend there. The town had recently celebrated its centenary and is one of the well-known towns within Mizoram. A picturesque town, East Lungdar is about about six hours' drive from Aizawl, the capital of the state of Mizoram, India. The people are friendly and the scenic beauty of the adjoining hills are a treat for every visitor. Sunsets are especially beautiful. After the rains had stopped and the clouds begin to clear, the golden rays of the sun appear... truly a heavenly sight to behold.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Clouds above Lungdar
A few weeks ago I visited East Lungdar to spend a weekend there. The town had recently celebrated its centenary and is one of the well-known towns within Mizoram. A picturesque town, East Lungdar is about about six hours' drive from Aizawl, the capital of the state of Mizoram, India. The people are friendly and the scenic beauty of the adjoining hills are a treat for every visitor. Sunsets are especially beautiful. After the rains had stopped and the clouds begin to clear, the golden rays of the sun appear... truly a heavenly sight to behold.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Paradise in the Himalayas
Hello again! Apologies for the fifteen month gap in updating the site. I was too occupied with work and college activities that maintaining a blog was something of a luxury I couldn't afford. But that's in the past so hopefully things will be different.
Anyway, thanks for dropping by. If this is your first time here then I'd appreciate your valuable comments and hope you visit again.
So coming to this post, this is about my most recent trip. This is the story of my stay in Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal.
I left Chennai just as the sun was up. And before the heat and humidity could catch up I was on my way to Delhi. From Delhi, it was a short trip to Kathmandu.
I was told the cold months of winter had given way to a much warmer weather. But looking down from the airplane window I could see it was going to be very different from the hot tropical climate of southern India.
"Tribhuvan International Airport" the signboard read. I later learned that Tribhuvan was a king of Nepal whose rule saw the opening up of the Hindu kingdom to foreigners and ushered the process of modernisation.
My brother was waiting for me outside the with his son. I hadn't seen them for almost a year and a half. Him being a missionary, we rarely see each other. It was raining outside and very cold by Chennai's standard. We took a taxi and drove to my brother's place in Bagdol, a few minutes' drive from the airport.
Driving through the streets one could not miss the air of political instability that has gripped the once Hindu kingdom. Even as I write this, there is talk that the Prime Minister is going to step down.
We could see soldiers every now and then, especially on major traffic junctions. The traffic police though, were more concerned with checking driving licences and registration numbers than directing traffic which was a little less than chaotic. However, a remarkable thing I noticed was that women were often seen in uniform - a clear contrast from other nations of south Asia.
The kings of Nepal built majestic palaces for themselves. Although instances of influence from neighbouring kingdoms are present, the styles of architecture adopted are unique to the country, gracefully merging different techniques to create a truly Nepalese style of architecture.
Hinduism and Buddhism are the main religions in Nepal. As such, many temples and shrines can be seen throughout the capital. These attract thousands of devotees as well as tourists. However, with the opening up of the country, missionaries have now openly began preaching and a number of churches have sprung up in many parts of the country.
Tourism is a major earner of foreign exchange for the people of Nepal. Foreigners mainly come for the scenic beauty of the countryside as well as the mountains which are among the highest in the world. Selling souvenirs, like the puppets above, provide livelihood for many Nepalis.
Many of those who visit these religious sites are devout pilgrims. Though today a secular state, Hinduism and Buddhism still have their hold over the country.
The day I reached Kathmandu was the first day of 2062 in the Nepali calendar. The country is also 15 minutes ahead of the Indian Standard Time.
Being short of power supply the government made a somewhat novel arrangement. A timetable was made available to the people showing the hours when power was cut. My brother told me this made the power cuts a bit more bearable as they knew when and how long they were going to have electricity - which was often four to eight hours a day.
Shopping was another great experience. You could find a bargain for almost everything. And I couldn't resist the camera lenses! You won't believe the prices! I've already made a mental list of what to buy if I ever get to visit the country again.
One thing that cannot be missed is the 'khukri' - a knife made famous by the Gurkha regiments of India and Great Britain. They make a great souvenir.
I stayed for a week, visiting what any tourist to the city would see. But my sightseeing was limited to only Kathmandu. Maybe next time I'll go and see Nepal in all its glory. Already I've heard so much about western Nepal and its majestic snow capped mountains. But that will have to wait.
As I write this, still in my brother's house and only a few hours from my flight back to Kolkata, I am already missing this paradise tucked away in the Himalayas. I really hope to return soon.
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Trees!
Its been a while since the last post, so here's a couple of pictures I took the past week...

A tree near my home. I had nothing to do that day and was just staring at the busy traffic in the cold winter air. I was about to get inside when I looked up and couldn't resist taking a shot so I ran into the house, took the camera and just managed to capture it before the sun went down. You can see the top of Tlangnuam and the viewing point there.
I like this tree because I used to play and hang out with my friends and cousins near the tree when I was a kid. Those were carefree days. Now I seldom visit the place. But every once in a while, when I look up towards the tree, whether its bare trunks in winter or its flowers in full blossom in spring, it takes me back to the years long past. And then... the memories come back to me.

This one's a little different. There's no history that I can relate to save for the fact that my little niece's birthday was on the second of January. You see, I went to her birthday party that afternoon and the college was just up the road from their house as her father was a student there. So I took a walk just before sunset and saw this tree right in front of the gate. I thought it looked cool so I just clicked the camera.
Tree near the Pastor's Quarters, Presbyterian Church, Mission Veng , Aizawl
A tree near my home. I had nothing to do that day and was just staring at the busy traffic in the cold winter air. I was about to get inside when I looked up and couldn't resist taking a shot so I ran into the house, took the camera and just managed to capture it before the sun went down. You can see the top of Tlangnuam and the viewing point there.
I like this tree because I used to play and hang out with my friends and cousins near the tree when I was a kid. Those were carefree days. Now I seldom visit the place. But every once in a while, when I look up towards the tree, whether its bare trunks in winter or its flowers in full blossom in spring, it takes me back to the years long past. And then... the memories come back to me.
Tree near the Aizawl Theological College, Aizawl
This one's a little different. There's no history that I can relate to save for the fact that my little niece's birthday was on the second of January. You see, I went to her birthday party that afternoon and the college was just up the road from their house as her father was a student there. So I took a walk just before sunset and saw this tree right in front of the gate. I thought it looked cool so I just clicked the camera.
Friday, November 20, 2009
St Thomas Mount
For those of you who don't know what or where St Thomas Mount is, its a little hill near Chennai, India where St Thomas, a disciple of Jesus, was assassinated in, according to legend, AD 72.

At the top of the hill

Entrance gate
One of the many statues depicting Jesus before his crucifixion

Cross at the top of the hill

Graveyard on the way up

The last supper depicted on the wall of the church

Church at the top

The graveyard

Sunset

Panoramic view of Chennai from St Thomas Mount
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
A Village in Tamil Nadu
Every year my college sends the students to villages in different parts of the state for a week long rural camp. It's called an outreach programme. A programme for the students to get first hand knowledge on what life is like in the villages, what their problems are and what we can learn from them.
This year our department along with two others went to Sendivakkam, a small village in the district of Kancheepuram in northern Tamil Nadu, India.

No one was allowed to bring their mobile phones let alone use them! We slept on the floor, we had to be content with the drinking water that tasted like charcoal mixed with salt and we had to walk for hours just to get to the neighbouring villages. The point was to be like the locals - no modern gadgets and luxuries that we take for granted.

Our objective was to interact with the locals. And in situations like these when one goes to places he's never been before its human nature to have preconceived ideas on what the people will be like: their nature, the way they'd react to questions and how they would see you - a foreigner walking in their lands...
Thats right, this was how I thought they would see me: a strange foreigner speaking a funny language, with a camera around his shoulder, trying to speak to them using hand gestures and needed Tamil friends as interpreters for any serious conversation. I thought at best they'd be indifferent to the many questions I have for them.

But things aren't always how you'd imagine them to be. Upon our arrival we were greeted by the local catholic priest and some kids. A very warm welcome. And there was more to come.
Boy, was I wrong as ever!

Our first friends at the place were the local school children. They were a lively bunch who incessantly asked us questions in the minutest detail.

I later learnt from the priest the majority of the villagers were Christians - a fact that he proudly shared with us - a Catholic village. You could say it was a strange revelation because it was the last thing that would have come to my mind.

While we were there, it never failed to amaze me that people could be so kind and generous to strangers. Try going to a stranger's apartment in the city. You won't find people offering you all the milk they have or go through the trouble of running to their garden and pick some fresh fruits just to make you feel comfortable.

In the end I had only one question in my mind: Why are we not like them - friendly, kind and generous?

Maybe its the city life thats to blame. Maybe its our friends. Or maybe its ourselves that we need to look into.

This year our department along with two others went to Sendivakkam, a small village in the district of Kancheepuram in northern Tamil Nadu, India.
who says a little girl from a small village can't be happy?
No one was allowed to bring their mobile phones let alone use them! We slept on the floor, we had to be content with the drinking water that tasted like charcoal mixed with salt and we had to walk for hours just to get to the neighbouring villages. The point was to be like the locals - no modern gadgets and luxuries that we take for granted.
lunch break with the neighbouring village school
Our objective was to interact with the locals. And in situations like these when one goes to places he's never been before its human nature to have preconceived ideas on what the people will be like: their nature, the way they'd react to questions and how they would see you - a foreigner walking in their lands...
Thats right, this was how I thought they would see me: a strange foreigner speaking a funny language, with a camera around his shoulder, trying to speak to them using hand gestures and needed Tamil friends as interpreters for any serious conversation. I thought at best they'd be indifferent to the many questions I have for them.
day care - too young to attend school
But things aren't always how you'd imagine them to be. Upon our arrival we were greeted by the local catholic priest and some kids. A very warm welcome. And there was more to come.
Boy, was I wrong as ever!
one happy kid!
the local church overlooks the entrance to the village
I later learnt from the priest the majority of the villagers were Christians - a fact that he proudly shared with us - a Catholic village. You could say it was a strange revelation because it was the last thing that would have come to my mind.
junior rodeo? hmmm...
While we were there, it never failed to amaze me that people could be so kind and generous to strangers. Try going to a stranger's apartment in the city. You won't find people offering you all the milk they have or go through the trouble of running to their garden and pick some fresh fruits just to make you feel comfortable.
getting prepped up for the long day ahead
In the end I had only one question in my mind: Why are we not like them - friendly, kind and generous?
my department taking a photo with the kids
Maybe its the city life thats to blame. Maybe its our friends. Or maybe its ourselves that we need to look into.
an old man turning for a pose
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