Whenever you will pass through
river Torsa again in your life....
you will remember that night....
Tears will fall...
a lot ...
because nothing will remain same ..
things will change and are...
but not the memories....
whenever u will pass the river torsa....
u will recall what went
in moments
and made a life time...
a memory for life time
stories when we grow old...
along the golf ground
in an arm chair some evening
we will remember....
when we crossed river torsa that night
A Night that changed all of ours life for ever .... It all
started from Phuenstoling , We sat for more than 6 hrs at a single place
because our papers were not cleared by the immigration department. I still
remember my first heated discussion ....with Ishan over others getting late and
not coming to the immigration office on time. I think the day was made in such
a way that nothing was going right for us. Paper work for 20 people, keeping 20
people together , keeping bikes in a good condition, Looking for a good camping
spot ... finalizing the camping spot , putting up the tents , exploring Bhutan.
I never saw that much lack of coordination in my life and still it seemed
everything was OK .... not out of intention but I think our fate made our
execution so complex that finally we decided to put a tent between two streams
of River Torsa @ Phuenstoling. Credit should go to Abhishek
and Preeti for their quest. Meanwhile me battling out with Priyanka
on the issue of when will we leave that place where we were sitting for more
than 5 hrs....
Finally a team was send to the river spot to fix uo the tent .... whoever came back gave an awesome feedback about the place and we all were happy .... 7 Bikes and two cars helped people reach there and of course the efforts made by Abhishek to commute so well in that terrine was commendable. We can see how much ishan was exhausted after he helped us out in complete paper work. Team helping mechanics near the Phuenstoling gate were burned out and were looking for a place to sit and relax.
Till now everything was fine. Tent on place , river near by , mountain in the background, drizzling and we alll full with emotions and excitement for our first wild camping. When emotions flow ... Indians have a common game to play. "Antakshari" ....Murari and his songs in a peculiar ascent was one of the outcomes of the trip. And now it begins..... We got confirmation that the car that we brought from India cannot go inside Bhutan because the paper work was incomplete ... Lets find a new car in a new place keeping expenses in mind. Anyways again thanks to Ishan and Abheek for managing that.
It started raining and people started to go inside their tents. It was not only raining , the chilling wind and the water current increasing in both the streams was creating the moment. Marines were busy in setting up tent again and again. To mention we had Shoubhik, Shreyas and Ishan as Marine in the crew :) . Now the food came .. biriyani from Phuenstoling. Its raining, too much humidity inside tents, no light, raining heavily, wind how can someone eat ? We gathered around a car and started distributing and eating whatever was possible. I had seen fear in many eyes till then. I was drenched and i dun know how many times. I have played those mind games with situations a lot in my life but this was new .... tents were flying, no place to sit all cloths saw that rain as well. I was , as usual in my too and fro motion from 1st tent to last and can only hear uncomfortable emotions across them. Only first marine tent.. Shoubhik and shreyas because of an exhaustive day were trying to sleep. Rain continued and the water level was rising no light no regular mobile connections, new place , less idea about local place and yes ... flying tents. No one was in the mood of eating and all eyes were on increasing level of river Torsa.
"Let's go from here" , I said to my self and then to the team .. we all gathered at a place and decided to leave the place. But where and how... stream in the water has raised to a level that its difficult to pass. Ankush and tanuj had a number of a dormitory near Phuenstoling - India gate . We called and booked the place. But the question was how to go there and all stuff lying on ground. As I mentioned because of clearance issue, driver was missing and only car was there . Who will drive that SUV full of people , luggage and mixed emotions across that stream. And a marine came to the rescue. Shreyas took the challenge to take girls across the river and bikers took their bikes across the stream.. Our next hero Mr. Putin Da ... What we call him ( Prateek Da ) took the challenge of packing and clearing the camping site with the team and in half an hour place was clear. Now a new problem, how to start a 220 as we had to push it and start, but in that terrine how will it be possible, another man of the moment Mr Akshay pushed the 220 for more than 20+ times at that place and we were amazed by the effort he was putting in each push. Finally it started and all left the place. A new problem, key for a bike was missing , we searched but didn't get in the car. We searched and searched and searched and the water level was rising ... We decided to leave the bike. and go to Phuenstoling.
So we crossed the stream on our foot and came to safer side of the river leaving one of the bikes in the middle of two rising streams. But when we all reached Phuenstoling, finnaly we got our key exact at the moment when I grew an year older... Yessssss it was my "Happy Birthday ... 1st June 2015" . I couldn't have got better memories on my birthday ...
A team went to collect the bike and we inside the hotel, unpacking our emotions and drenched luggage . I have just written and I am failing with each word to describe the situation we had at the river side... but as we said we were a team and we executed the task in the best possible way .... I have summarized a night that will be in our memories for ever ..... for ever .
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