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Mawlynnong – A Model Village for “Swachh Bharat” Revolution

It was a pitch-dark night, I could only sense the jungle around me. It was the monsoon of 2014 when I first visited Mawlynnong, a tiny village in Meghalaya. Huts with thatched roofs were the only sign of establishment that could be spotted. I wished there were more street lights.

I was looking for a woman named Carol, whom I contacted on the phone for accommodation which she advertised on the internet with the name of “Bamboo Huts”. I doubted the whole arrangement since she neither noted my name nor demanded an advance, just confirmed the dates. On probing with locals, I was pointed to the Bamboo Huts and saw a man standing, looked like he was waiting for me.

“Hi, I am looking for Carol. I made a booking with her.” I said. I didn’t know if it was a right pitch because I didn’t have any confirmation to show.

“I don’t know any Carol”, he said sternly.

He looked pissed. I was puzzled.

“Do you have any availability?”, I asked sheepishly.

“No.” again a stern reply.

The clock already struck midnight. With the population of only 500, I wasn’t sure if I’ll find a guest house other than this.

“My name is Henry. Carol is my agent. I am angry because she did not communicate with me for this booking”, he said.

“Oh, I see. I called her twice to confirm. That’s very irresponsible on her part.” I said sympathetically.

Soon, he got warm and assured me there is an available hut and offered me dinner, which was music to my ears because I was starving from my 6 hours drive from Guwahati. The night couldn’t have been more eventful than this, and soon, I retired to bed.

Next morning, my eyes opened to another world. At around 7 a.m., it was drizzling and a bit foggy. The local women were already out cleaning the streets of the village. Suddenly, the reality hit me, another reason for me to visit this village was because of its identity of being the cleanest village in Asia. I looked around with the inspecting look, and noticed conical bamboo bins all along the street. The cleaning exercise is repeated on the evening. I was impressed and greatly surprised. Impressed, with the natural beauty of the village and surprised, by the natural consciousness of the people to make it clean.

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Living deep in the jungle, in a world still to be permeated by modern technology, the people of Mawlynnong have naturally come to understand the importance of keeping their surroundings clean and garbage proof. Two years after the trip, when I now reflect as a city dweller, I fail to understand why we despite all that we know haven’t come to the same conclusion? Isn’t it something which should come naturally to us?

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A Walk through the Forest

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A FOREST WALK

Come walk with me, I’ll show you how

to pass some pleasant time away

We’ll watch what nature will allow

Our eager eyes to see this day

As we go through the forest now

we’ll see the innocents at play;

And see some things time has forgot

but I will bet that you will not.

Look through the branches, you may see

a bushy tail go flashing by

It’s just a squirrel that’s fast and free,

as jumping limb to limb, up high,

It never wants to ever be

part of our world, I wonder why?

Do you suppose that squirrel knows

some things we don’t? Well, I suppose.

If we be very, very still,

We’ll hear the silence all around,

and maybe then a distant shrill

Of courting birds that made the sound,

they sing just as sometimes man will

when courting someone he has found.

Do you think birds can fall in love

and court someone they’re dreaming of?

Have you been noticing the light

how it grows dimmer as we go?

The leaves are darker green to sight

And flowers make a wond’rous show;

now look beneath this rock, we might

see signs of life few ever know..

Don’t you suppose God knows them all

just as He sees each sparrows fall?

-Vee Bdosa

Everyday life

IMAG1095_1I cross this path every evening while going to my gym.  I can’t remember if I have seen a tree there before, I think I must have. But it only came to my notice last night when I saw no tree but just a broken log of wood still rooted to the ground.  I am not really sure what happened to this tree.  Looking at the width of the log it seems it was a humongous tree that gave  shade to the nearby benches and cool breeze in scorching summer.  I am sure when it was a lush green tree everybody around had benefitted from it. Now it is just a Tree. Or rather was.

If you know what I mean conclude a metaphor on your own.

Together with the Nature

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Watching the sun setting down in the sand dunes where you can’t find a singly being in vicinity is one indefinable experience. I can best describe the feelings of the individuals in this picture as Pure.There is no desire of anything or qualms in life. The only want is to watch that very sun rising once again.

Picture taken at Thar desert, Jaisalmer, 2013.

A Rainy Day

It’s been long since I last wrote. Think bad weather in Delhi was dissipating ideas from my head but finally God saw my misery and it poured!. And it didn’t just pour but it poured and poured so much that it caused flooding in my garden area. Nevertheless, I love rains, some magical drops of water and it revives the whole environment around. After today’s shower the withered plants are rejuvenated, the scrawny stray dogs got resuscitated and are walking again rather than sleeping like half dead under the cars and here I, once again with recharged brain, sitting by my window with a cup of coffee and reading interesting blogs by fellow bloggers.

The beautiful weather gives me an opportunity to take few clicks of my flooded garden area.

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A sweet dried up plant is filling its pot as if it’s never going to rain again 🙂

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This leaf, so complete in itself,
Is only part of the tree.
And this tree, so complete in itself,
Is only part of the forest.
And the forest runs down from the hill to the sea,
And the sea, so complete in itself,
Rests like a raindrop
In the hand of God.

-Ruskin Bond