Hiking from Mudkhu to 35 Kilo
– Paitis Kilo
11th Apr 2010
Anuj Bhandari, Asim Khanal, Deepak Maharjan, Jeevan Singh Basnet, Kapil Pandey, Pravinda Ranjit, Rajiv Shrestha, Ritesh Khanal, Ritesh Sapkota
"If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking. Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk."
- Raymond Inmon
Perhaps, I had missed those whispers; conceivably, I had forgotten the use of my feet. But, honestly, every week when I used to see the hikers list, I wished I could be the one; I wished I would make good use of my powered legs. And this time, and for the fourth time in ten months of stay at D2, I wanted to hear the angel’s whisper.
In my pace, it is just a 30 minutes’ walk from my cozy bed to the office. Moreover, I had planned to walk the whole day. And still, my lazy mind kept searching for something that would carry me to office. Quietly chuckling over this impractical thought, I collected myself in office premises. Sometimes, my punctuality kills me. I had prepared myself for that because I was there just before the requested time. But Pravinda was catnapping at the entrance door. That killed me, terribly.
One after another, the hikers started showing up. Table tennis, at the ground floor was a satisfying time-pass. Lining up for the count, was another way to engage at that odd moment, which I rarely do at other times. When all were there, van geared up. I remained wondering how the day would pass. Some faces in the van were feebly into my acquaintance, and I was afraid I would have to walk, just walk alone the whole day. Seconds after seconds, more people became familiar making me comfortable. After an hour’s drive, we were at the start of our hiking point. I liked the choice of Ritesh , the coordinator. What all hate at the midst March, for the walk, is the scorching sun. So, I liked the choice for the hiking territory, in between the woods, surrounded by the jungle-whiff, affluent with vegetations. But the alluring words of coordinator explained that we were going to have a simple and enjoyable walk, we would have ways to walk, shades to rest, naturally-sterilized water to drink if we dared to, river and a small fall and "Much More". Some suspicious senses suggested me that he was merely trying to cheer-up the team against the sun; right-mind urged me to trust him. After all, we were in between the green, and green has everything.
With every piece of chips, lips wore smiles; with every drop of drink, we were delighted. But with every word, there was something to mark, something to laugh at, and something to acclaim. Each moment I discovered something special in everyone.
Encumbered with the edibles, we started walking down the road, followed by the narrow paths, somewhere followed by no traces of ways at all. Still, everyone curved a way of their own and we were soon at a river’s bank. That pleased me. Then I started expecting the small fall, and "Much More". Walking through the river was cool, some leading the way, some lagging behind, some shouting aloud, some whistling somehow, some songs in tune, some laughter out loud, each was a hint that we were together. The leaders of the way had gathered at the edge of the river, with a sweating face, yet a glowing smile. The Small Fall was right there. That was right place to rest and relax, fuel the stomach, clinch the thrust, do the dew. With every piece of chips, lips wore smiles; with every drop of drink, we were delighted. But with every word, there was something to mark, something to laugh at, and something to acclaim. Each moment I discovered something special in everyone. Something to state, Pravinda, you nearly tore our stomachs apart. Kapil , you share Pravinda ’s compliment, and appending on, you are a very skilled and creative writer…
Aaja rati timro ghar ma chatyaang paree hunthyo
Aago laagi dandani timi maree hunthyo…
Those words echoing and the steps following, we made our way to the top of the hill. I had relished everything, far above my expectation, may be to the extreme of so called ‘Much More’, usually, returning back the same route after climbing up is my little unwished part of hike. That day, I didn’t bother at all. While returning, I got to recall each of the incidents, words, laughter. Legs were tired, hands helped to return. Intestine twisted laughing, giggle helped. Silly we, no one had a better camera to take the pictures of whatever we could see, yet again the point and shoot camera helped us to capture some of our memories(blurred and of low quality). Hungry belly was soothed somehow by the remaining stuffs. Even the aroma of potato chips helped. With the setting sun, we tranquiled ourselves in the resort expecting the largest lunch ever. That was the coolest place to lay ourselves, enjoy the fullest, and listen to some Pink Floyd pieces-
"You say the hill's too steep to climb, Climb it.
You say you'd like to see me try Climbing.".
Finally, that was the coolest time to return back home, with tired legs, sick eyes, mild face, much to wonder about the great Hike... thanking the angel for the long missed whisper, thanking the coordinator for the blissful day!!!!