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Monday, 18 April 2016
Nganglam to Norbugang
It used to take one whole day and a
lots of sweating to reach Norbugang not so long ago. Today not a bead
of sweat and it took less than an hour. All thanks to the Nganglam –
Pangbang highway and of course the sanction to use ground hugging
chopper on wheels.
The road meanders along the curve of
the (geographically) young mountains . I heard that the road was
built by a Japanese company and I feel like believing what I have
heard due to the fact that it was excellently built by maintaining
the right gradient and broad breadth along which two trucks can pass
without stopping. The white lines along the both edges of the road
further accentuate the beauty of the road. When you feel no jerks in
the vehicle with crude suspension system and not built for comfort,
the road has to be good.
Nganglam Pangbang Highway
Sitting high on the seat of the huge
military truck commonly referred to as 7 tonner, the experience of
the journey is completely different than marching on foot. I am
offered with one breath taking view after another. From one point I
could see the factory complex of DCCL in the middle of the greenery
protruding out like a smoking monster providing the much needed
ingredient to the plants for their photosynthesis. Form another point
all the hills were dwarfed and I was offered with a view of
undulating grounds below punctuated with a village here and a house
there as far as my eyes could see. I guess I have reached the top
most point. The settlements looked primitive and I wondered how the
people survived. Their hardship can be felt seeing the crops like
maize sown in the clearing not so far away from their house. I can
imagine that it must be like a shared cropping with the wild animals.
They will be reaping less than half of what they have sown. From the
military point of view, these settlement play a crucial role of
holding the ground. With the black topped road passing through, it is
hoped that they will stay put where they were. The young orange
trees, the main gold mine of the localities here, howls about their
resolve to stay put here only.
7 tonner (Chopper)
I have covered the same distance time
and again on foot so many times. I failed to notice the views and
enjoy the sceneries. When every pores of your body is leaking with
sweat and when you have to battle with the leeches and also keep an
eye for the unforeseen eventualities, the natural beauties and breath
taking sceneries just takes your breath away - literally.
“Road is the life line of a country”
- I have seen it written somewhere beside the road. It sure is. The
development that the road had brought about can be seen despite, we,
suffering from an environmental amnesia. Along with the rural folks,
we are also benefitted but the leeches must be starving. The fatigue
and alertness are inversely proportional, can be best realized when
you are fresh and alert and can experience and see the things that
were overlooked tactically, technically and aesthetically.
Fresh, alert and well fed as we are,
covering distance on wheels rather than foot, important halts will be
made to see, patrol, examine, deter and deny all the likely axis and
likely hideouts to protect, preserve and maintain the sanctity of the
borders and for the peaceful existence of the dwellers of the forests
in the protected area of Manas Wild life Sanctuary, the later one
being the aim plus.
The highway further moves to Pangbang.
Along which it would be treaded at the later date with a pictographic
depiction yet again if time permits and if I am in mood for blogging.