The icy bitter wind sliced through the cold amorphous morning air like a chunk of dry ice forcefully submerged in a sea of frozen glacier. The cloudy sheet of voluminous mist enabled just a mere 50 meters visibility.
Sharma and Rajesh, the two border security guards, clad in thick burly army over coats and woolen mufflers covering their heads, stood on their grounds, cursing their job and duty. The woven gloves they wore were hardly enough to protect them from the freezing temperature embracing them.
That was their job, to man the check gate at the porous Indo-Nepal border and search the vehicles traveling into Nepal for any “contraband”.
Sharma always used to crib and complain about their inhumane posting, while Rajesh would assure him time and again that they were much better off getting frostbites there rather than hunting for Maoists in the Valley.
vrrroooooooooommmm…
The unmistakable rickety sound of an approaching engine woke them up from their respective motionless states immediately, and just like any other day, they stood up in full alert behind the closed border gate, one hand gripping their semi-automatic weapon while the other hand clutch a walkie-talkie, so that they could warn the ever vigilant transmitter room immediately incase trouble erupts.
It was an old Mahindra Jeep that appeared slowly from amidst the heavy mist. It had an Indian license plate. WB – West Bengal. The headlights perforated through the blurry surroundings, lighting them up in an eerie and mystified demonic way. On seeing the closed gate, the Jeep came to a bumpy halt and switched off its headlights.
Sharma cautiously approached the Jeep, his fingers on the trigger of his gun, while Rajesh stood behind the gate, already informing HQ about the arrival of the vehicle.
Inside the Jeep were four middle-aged men. The driver looked Indian, the other looked like a Nepali, and the other two men sitting at the back, well… they were of a tanned mongoloid facial character that resembled more of the North Eastern people of India.
“Paper”, commanded Sharma.
The one who looked like a Nepali was indeed a Nepali. He handed Sharma a bunch of paper while wishing him a great day in their lingua franca. Sharma smiled sarcastically.
All the documents seemed to be in order. Permission to take the Indian registered vehicle into Nepal from the Ministry of Transportation. Passports and permission for two tourists from India to travel into Nepal from the Tourism Department.
As Sharma handed back the documents, he told the one who was a Nepali, “You still know I have to search your vehicle right?”
“Yes Sir. I am fully aware of that.”
“Good. By the way, where are your two guests sitting behind from?”
“They are from Mizoram, Sir. It is one of the States of…”
“Yes yes I know where Mizoram is. Do I look like a fool?” Sharma retorted with an air of know-it-all attitude. He looked at the two passengers and then focused his attention at the Nepali again. “Mizoram huh? So they are Christians?”
It was pretty clear from Sharma’s tone that he did not even try to conceal his disgust… “Yes Sir” replied the Nepali sitting in the front seat.
After a brief moment of silence that felt like ages, Sharma finally broke the lull, “Ok. Now let me see what you all are carrying.”
The Nepali sitting in the front seat got down and opened the dickey of the Jeep. There were two suitcases filled with clothes, the usual kind of belongings any traveler would have. After Sharma quickly went through the pile of clothes, he noticed two medium-sized cartons stacked up on the side of the dickey.
“What is in there?” Sharma asked suspiciously.
“Uh… just books…”
“What kind of books?”
“Something like a study material. There are a couple of great lessons in them…”
“Open it”, ordered Sharma.
As Sharma was more preoccupied with the cold blizzard blowing at his face, he failed to notice the two Mizos sitting at the back seat nervously glancing at each other. He however noticed the Nepali guy’s fingers shake as he opened the carton but he dismissed this as a normal behavior due to the freezing nature around them.
Sharma waited patiently to inspect the cartons. The Nepali passenger was telling him the truth. Inside the cartons were tons of books. Books with a black cover. Sharma picked up a copy and read the name of the book. The New Testament.
“What kinda book is this?” Sharma asked the Nepali passenger again.
“Well, basically they are books about moral teachings… they contain great lessons in it”, the passenger repeated.
“Hmmmmm…” Sharma quickly flipped through the book putting on a discerning look. “Well I still have to check the rest of the books to make sure they are all the same”.
After ten minutes of opening up both the cartons, taking out all the books and making sure they were all similar, Sharma finally told him to keep them back inside and that they were clear to go.
Within no time, the junky old Jeep came back to life. Rajesh opened the gate and the Jeep entered Nepal.
As the red tail light of the Jeep disappeared from their view, swallowed up by the hungry thick mists surrounding them, Rajesh asked Sharma, “So, what were they carrying?”
“Uh... just some useless books, probably for a School. The two passengers at the back were Christians, from Mizoram.”
“Christians? You checked their luggage didn’t you?”
“Yup” Sharma replied, “I am well aware of our highest priority order especially when it comes to Christians entering our Country. I checked them inside out, they were clean. They didn’t have anything with them.”
“That’s good. We should always remain vigilant to make sure none of these Christian missionaries ever come into our Country carrying the Bible.”
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**/ Fictitious story based partially on the true-life incident of our Bial Pastor Pu K.Thangmawia.
****/ Carrying The Holy Bible into Nepal (in bulk) is indeed banned.
Sharma and Rajesh, the two border security guards, clad in thick burly army over coats and woolen mufflers covering their heads, stood on their grounds, cursing their job and duty. The woven gloves they wore were hardly enough to protect them from the freezing temperature embracing them.
That was their job, to man the check gate at the porous Indo-Nepal border and search the vehicles traveling into Nepal for any “contraband”.
Sharma always used to crib and complain about their inhumane posting, while Rajesh would assure him time and again that they were much better off getting frostbites there rather than hunting for Maoists in the Valley.
vrrroooooooooommmm…
The unmistakable rickety sound of an approaching engine woke them up from their respective motionless states immediately, and just like any other day, they stood up in full alert behind the closed border gate, one hand gripping their semi-automatic weapon while the other hand clutch a walkie-talkie, so that they could warn the ever vigilant transmitter room immediately incase trouble erupts.
It was an old Mahindra Jeep that appeared slowly from amidst the heavy mist. It had an Indian license plate. WB – West Bengal. The headlights perforated through the blurry surroundings, lighting them up in an eerie and mystified demonic way. On seeing the closed gate, the Jeep came to a bumpy halt and switched off its headlights.
Sharma cautiously approached the Jeep, his fingers on the trigger of his gun, while Rajesh stood behind the gate, already informing HQ about the arrival of the vehicle.
Inside the Jeep were four middle-aged men. The driver looked Indian, the other looked like a Nepali, and the other two men sitting at the back, well… they were of a tanned mongoloid facial character that resembled more of the North Eastern people of India.
“Paper”, commanded Sharma.
The one who looked like a Nepali was indeed a Nepali. He handed Sharma a bunch of paper while wishing him a great day in their lingua franca. Sharma smiled sarcastically.
All the documents seemed to be in order. Permission to take the Indian registered vehicle into Nepal from the Ministry of Transportation. Passports and permission for two tourists from India to travel into Nepal from the Tourism Department.
As Sharma handed back the documents, he told the one who was a Nepali, “You still know I have to search your vehicle right?”
“Yes Sir. I am fully aware of that.”
“Good. By the way, where are your two guests sitting behind from?”
“They are from Mizoram, Sir. It is one of the States of…”
“Yes yes I know where Mizoram is. Do I look like a fool?” Sharma retorted with an air of know-it-all attitude. He looked at the two passengers and then focused his attention at the Nepali again. “Mizoram huh? So they are Christians?”
It was pretty clear from Sharma’s tone that he did not even try to conceal his disgust… “Yes Sir” replied the Nepali sitting in the front seat.
After a brief moment of silence that felt like ages, Sharma finally broke the lull, “Ok. Now let me see what you all are carrying.”
The Nepali sitting in the front seat got down and opened the dickey of the Jeep. There were two suitcases filled with clothes, the usual kind of belongings any traveler would have. After Sharma quickly went through the pile of clothes, he noticed two medium-sized cartons stacked up on the side of the dickey.
“What is in there?” Sharma asked suspiciously.
“Uh… just books…”
“What kind of books?”
“Something like a study material. There are a couple of great lessons in them…”
“Open it”, ordered Sharma.
As Sharma was more preoccupied with the cold blizzard blowing at his face, he failed to notice the two Mizos sitting at the back seat nervously glancing at each other. He however noticed the Nepali guy’s fingers shake as he opened the carton but he dismissed this as a normal behavior due to the freezing nature around them.
Sharma waited patiently to inspect the cartons. The Nepali passenger was telling him the truth. Inside the cartons were tons of books. Books with a black cover. Sharma picked up a copy and read the name of the book. The New Testament.
“What kinda book is this?” Sharma asked the Nepali passenger again.
“Well, basically they are books about moral teachings… they contain great lessons in it”, the passenger repeated.
“Hmmmmm…” Sharma quickly flipped through the book putting on a discerning look. “Well I still have to check the rest of the books to make sure they are all the same”.
After ten minutes of opening up both the cartons, taking out all the books and making sure they were all similar, Sharma finally told him to keep them back inside and that they were clear to go.
Within no time, the junky old Jeep came back to life. Rajesh opened the gate and the Jeep entered Nepal.
As the red tail light of the Jeep disappeared from their view, swallowed up by the hungry thick mists surrounding them, Rajesh asked Sharma, “So, what were they carrying?”
“Uh... just some useless books, probably for a School. The two passengers at the back were Christians, from Mizoram.”
“Christians? You checked their luggage didn’t you?”
“Yup” Sharma replied, “I am well aware of our highest priority order especially when it comes to Christians entering our Country. I checked them inside out, they were clean. They didn’t have anything with them.”
“That’s good. We should always remain vigilant to make sure none of these Christian missionaries ever come into our Country carrying the Bible.”
---------------------
**/ Fictitious story based partially on the true-life incident of our Bial Pastor Pu K.Thangmawia.
****/ Carrying The Holy Bible into Nepal (in bulk) is indeed banned.
http://atheism.about.com/library/irf/irf02/blirf_nepal.htm
The law prohibits converting others and proselytizing, activities that are punishable with fines or imprisonment.
13 comments:
Kim ka Blog ka tidanglam ania, hei hi athar zawk hipholik.blogspot.com lo Update mai rawh..i Links dah kha a dik tawh lo
Nice post.
Proved the existance of God
U Kim i tanslate tihna ni maw? i graph siam khu a color nalh viau mai mit a hahdam.tin ka blog update e
hey kim! this is jenny blore... u have to visit nepal again when im there!!! miss ya...
interesting read!!
hey ILL...
At your best again capturing a pretty nuanced narratival setting and a rather ironic ending. Nonetheless, the rhetoric of underground Bibles and their suppressed circulations-as real as they may be- seems to be aimed at the recipients of the rhetoric..an arousal of crusadic sentamentalism. We still adore the martyrs, we romanticize covert intrusions into dark lands and yet I think we need to excavate more on how these roused sentiments register on us than just on people in far away lands like Nepal. Many times religious rhetoric blows up the external/visible to hide an invidious internal/subtle. I throw this up to tease out a more concerted engagement of some of the issues that need to be addressed. Our hearts are warmed by John and Mary, religiousity primed on a Nepalese border post...how about unsettling our acquisence by narrativising some of the no-no's and sawiloh tur around.
engkim mai hi interesting vek mai i kutchhuak ho hi chu..
Hmmmm ...
In the end times, there will be much to bear for those who follow the Truth! The Lord is searching the earth for those who will rise up and answer the call to take up our cross and follow Him. Don't think its as easy as a Google search!
Great post!
hey dis da third time i'm reading dis ...cant hardly wait for the next.....u know wat your mind let loose... running spree everywhere ... do free the mind dad is sometimes too full of worries.. next timei hope to see a new thought...CAN I COUNT ON YOU!!!
so here i'm again... thanks for d reminder that our Saviour is a present help in trouble..
u bastid...how u doin? ~garuda
SORRY guys, I was down with a severe fever and hence could not reply to your comments earlier.
@ Thug: Yup, changed your blog address on my directory.
@ Almost: Thanx dear. Thru God, anything is possible. Glad you liked my story.
@ thinchhia: haha translate lo ve, ka phuahchawp ve ngat a nih hi... Kan Bial Pastor chu Nepal a a kal chanchin min hrilh a, mahse khimi ang story ka ziah chiah chu a tawng lo ve, a tawp ah pawh "Fictitious Story" ka tih ngei khi.
Thanx about the graph... ka bei rei bawk a :-)
@ Jenny: Hiiiiiiiii!!! Thanx for visiting my blog dear. How's everything down there? in ngaihawm hlawm khawp mai. Hmanni ah M-in airport a in in hmuh thu min hrilh a... min lo rel vak a ni maw, a chhelo zawng in :-)
@ Vaphu: Thanx Boss.
@ kima: Mucho Gracias, my namesake :-) Well, you know me. Piangthar or no piangthar, I will speak out against what I don't like, including all the sawilohturs... Hope my blog can continue serving your intellectual patronage.
@ luke: Ka lawm e, Luke :-) Hmana ka ziah ve mai mai a nih hi, full time a thil ziah chu ka chak hle na in, hun ka neilo a ni :-(
@ Jason: Thanx Jason. Was Nepal on your list of places you visited recently?
@ Anonymous: Thanx anonymous. I will try my best to pen my thoughts whenever I can find the time. However, don't bank on me. Never count on another Human for such support. Humans are fallible, and when someone we believe in falters, we tend to lose faith in the whole system (The recent Lalruotmawi incident is a good example). Only God is infallible. To err is human, they say. Hence, as a human, all I can promise is to try my best to be of your expectations.
Wishes and prayers.
@ Garuda: Dude!!!!! How u been man? Was down with high fever past 10 days, hence cudnt come online. Am much better now... Where are you now? How's work?
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