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On Cloud Nine – Part I

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Shillong 4 - city and clouds. Shillong 4 - city and clouds. Photo: Deepanjana Pal

I caught my breath as we drove along the road to the border. In the distance, the bluish hills tantalisingly hinted at a cool reprieve from the heat of the delta. But what had really caught my attention were the low hanging wisps of milky cloud against the backdrop of those brooding peaks. "That's why it's called Meghalaya, you know," our guide said knowledgeably, "It's the abode of the clouds." My parents and I were on our way to Shillong, where I had been invited as a panellist to attend the second CALM Fest. The festival derives its unusual name from the fact that it celebrates "creative arts, literature and music", and purports to differentiate itself from other literary festivals by its relaxed, intimate vibe.

I was keeping an open mind, but I hoped that the festival would live up to its billing. I'd had to maintain a punishing pace for the last six months, and a little relaxation was very much in order. Since I was participating in two panel sessions, I knew there had to be some work involved, but I generally make a conscious effort not to spend much time online when I'm travelling, so that in itself would make a welcome change!

The previous night's stay at the beautiful Nazimgarh Wilderness resort at Lalakhel had been a good start to the trip. My research had clearly indicated that the quickest way to get to Shillong was to fly up to Sylhet, and cross the border into India at Tamabil/Dawki, thereafter driving up to the hill town. So despite the fact that there were an idiotic number of hartals to navigate while getting in and out of Bangladesh, the three of us decided to go for that option.

As it turned out, part of the hartal navigation (and I will not bore you with the details of how many times the plans had to be changed and re-changed, and how the return air ticket actually had to be cancelled and re-purchased) involved an unanticipated stay at Nazimgarh, where the lush greenery and amazing sense of serenity immediately puts you into holiday mode.

Shillong Shillong, Photo: Deepanjana Pal

The owner told us a funny story about some expatriate families that had come for a short break there with their children. The flight out of Dhaka had left the children slightly confused about where they actually were, but they enjoyed their stay at the resort, making ample use of the swimming pool and the open spaces and greenery to frolic around. On the day they were leaving, one little girl turned to another, and said "The holiday is over. Now we are going back to Bangladesh"! Given how beautiful our country is, it's sad how few green spaces we have left to enjoy in the urban sprawl of Dhaka, and how little of nature survives - that too, against the odds - in the city. So much so that to the uninitiated (particularly six-year-old-foreigners), the emerald rice paddies, yellow mustard fields and open spaces of rural Bangladesh actually seem like another country...

The ride to the border had a few more Kodak moments in store: a tiny mongoose crossing the road and disappearing into the bushes like a streak of lightning; a mullah on a motorcycle, talking animatedly on his mobile; the Shiri river running alongside the dirt road - a deep shade of malachite green, with a few patches of brown where the rain the previous night had disturbed the muddy riverbed; a little girl wearing nothing but shorts, with a scarf carefully wrapped around her head for purposes of modesty; an enormous black pig, accompanied by one tiny piglet, confidently crossing the road; and a three-storey pink pagoda-like house that resembled a wedding cake, with white icing and surma designs scrawled over it. And, to prove conclusively that I was in a holiday frame of mind, I was amazed to spot what appeared to be a shorts-wearing tourist with a backpack. Upon closer inspection, he turned out to be a man with his lungi neatly tucked up to avoid the lurking pools of rainwater, who carried his umbrella conveniently hanging from the back of his collar!

The last couple of kilometres leading up to the crossing point yielded some beautiful scenery: field after neatly-cultivated field of rice, wheat stalks waving gently in the wind, the plains stretching out into the distance, meeting the spot where the hills lay waiting to greet them. Several strands of cascading water could be seen from a distance. The individual waterfalls flaunted their charms with pride, their foaming white torrents dancing down through the dense green foliage that carpeted the hillsides.

We had reached the border post early in order to avoid the hartal picketers that day, so we had to wait until the officials arrived to do their jobs. I was grateful that this border crossing with India sees a fraction of the traffic that Benapole does - even more so, after I had ventured into what was claimed to be the toilet. So here is a sincere piece of advice: please spare yourself some unpleasantness and be prepared to use the toilet on the Indian side. Dawki is a simple outpost, but we were treated very politely by the officials there and the system functions well - which is important, because as the sign outside the toilets on the Indian side helpfully informs you, "cleanliness is hygienic"!

The taxi driver on the other side had an interesting array of objects on his dashboard. Alongside the inevitable picture of a beatific-looking Jesus (an important reminder that this part of India is home to a large Christian population), a dashboard magnet featured the logo of Liverpool football Club with the proud slogan "You'll never walk alone" kept company with some Disney Princess stickers. And, hanging from the rearview mirror, there was a bizarre air freshener in the shape of a marijuana leaf.

Choosing to believe that the driver put more faith in Jesus than in smoking narcotic substances (and dismissing the princesses and football club slogans altogether), I decided to buckle in and enjoy the ride. As it turned out, there was much to enjoy. I had many times been told how beautiful Meghalaya was, and I was well aware of Shillong's reputation as a holiday spot. But I had no idea of the breathtaking views that lay in wait as we began the winding ascent up to the hills.

Along the way, heavy machinery and compact men could be seen digging away at the rock surfaces, laying bare the oddly anaemic-looking rock-face, which displayed the marbled hue of mincemeat that has been soaked in water for too long. At a couple of points along the way, signs warned of the possibility of landslides. Examining the top-heavy appearance of the uneven rock-face that had been gouged out by the workers, it wasn't hard to believe that those areas might have seen a rockslide or two.

But on the whole, it was a peaceful ride. I have never encountered a landscape like that outside of Northern Europe - I suddenly understood why they referred to this as Asia's version of Scotland. Thickly forested mountains fell away into steep gorges, the majestic sweep of the land occasionally interrupted by small brick huts with tin roofs tucked into the greenery of the hillside. Strangely, unlike most mountainous regions, the top of the hills greeted us with wide plateaus and open spaces.

And perhaps the best part of all was snaking your way up that road until you actually reached the clouds; and then continuing to drive onwards and upwards, until at some point you could actually see the clouds below you! As my friend, the poet Jerry Pinto later said, the sensation of actually driving through those clouds was incredible. It was not at all cold, but it made your arm tingle as you stuck it out of the window, as if tiny champagne bubbles were fizzing against your skin...

(...to be continued)

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