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



DCCL 

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.
Undulating grounds 

“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.