Thaikhyong Para in Bandarban

Thaikhyong Para in the mind

The beauty in the folds of the mountains. Even more beauty, in the waterfall in the belly of the mountain. Which is eye-catching, mind-blowing. I wandered for five whole days to enjoy the beauty of this path. I walked from Thanchi in Bandarban to all the inaccessible hills of Ruma Upazila. I saw the magical form of six fountains. I saw the lifestyle of the mountain dwellers, heard their survival stories.

But this hilly path is very difficult. More aesthetic though. It is written about the scary and exciting times of life. Today is the seventh episode. Let’s walk from noon on Monday, the fourth day of the mountain expedition.

That Friday evening, the evening we went ‘off-road’ over the hill to avoid everyone’s eyes! The law and order forces are blocking the way. Ah, what a terrible enchanted evening. The strange and beautiful memories of the forbidden path, which are still alive!

30 minutes hiding in a forest on top of the hill after dusk. Then ride the chariot of the moon and enter the palace of Thanchi at night. Destination, Baktlai Para. From there on Saturday morning, our hill expedition started. In this way, after passing through five hill districts and many hills, we are now in Thaikhyong district.

We walked for three consecutive days to reach this neighborhood. In the meantime, I did not get a chance to rest my tired body except for night sleep. On the run full time. After seeing the eye-catching double falls in the morning, return to this neighborhood again. I took a bath and went to sleep around noon.

Monday, 4:30 p.m. I just woke up. Whole body pain. It feels good, though, to have a carefree moment of rest. Get out of bed comfortably. I washed my hands and went down to the mission. Mission, to mingle with the people of this neighborhood. Listen to their stories. To share understanding.

There are about 80 families in Thaikhyong Para. 350 to 400 people live in these families. A very neat neighborhood. There is no dirt lying on the streets of the neighborhood. Wooden houses are more shiny, nice. There are three shops in this neighborhood. People of this neighborhood buy daily necessities from the shop. Eat tea. Locals don’t have to buy much though. Except for two or four things, they collect almost everything from the mountains. These shops keep various things aimed at travelers.

There is no walking option to get to Thaikhong neighborhood. As a result, shopkeepers walk for hours to buy goods from Thanchi or Ruma. 5 p.m. At that time, Rani Bhai and I went to a shop. Go and eat some bananas. I have heard before that mountain bananas are very tasty. After eating, I felt that I had never eaten such a delicious banana before. The tea they make is amazing.

A few mountain children are playing outside the shop. I don’t understand Bam language. They are speaking the language of Bam. As a result, I wanted to know in Bengali; What is the name of this game? The children looked at the faces and started laughing. The game was so fun to watch that I started making videos. After watching the video, the children came to the side. I tried to speak. They seemed very simple.

The shopkeeper gave tea. we are talking The shopkeeper said that the name of this children’s game is ‘Gira’. This is the regular game of this neighborhood. Children play all the time. Sometimes adults also play. Not only in this neighborhood, the game is traditional for the entire hill people. The shopkeeper told the story, his four sons and daughters. Wife cultivates jum. Stays in the mountains most of the day. And he sat in the shop. Go to the mountains sometimes.

We had to walk for many hours to reach Thaikhyong Para. I asked the shopkeeper, how to bring the goods of the shop? He said, most of the things have to be bought from Thanchi or Ruma in Bandarban by walking all day. He does not always have the opportunity to go. And sometimes brought by ‘Muthi’ (coolie). However, for this, a lot of money has to be paid. As a result, the price of goods increased by 5 to 10 rupees.

Coming out of the shop and meeting a child. One and a half years old. magical look The name is yachting. The child is always on the back of his parents.

The neighborhood of Thaikhyong is on a high hill. All the houses are located here in a long row. There are many low places around the neighborhood. As a result, children can fall down if they are side-to-side. That’s why, parents keep small children covered with sheets on laps and backs.

I, Shakeel, Rubel and Rani Bhai are walking around the neighborhood. I am wearing lungi. I also took two or four pictures while walking around the neighborhood. Suddenly the attention went to two mountain women. They are returning to the village after picking up some vegetables including marfa from the hill on their shoulders. After asking, a woman said that they were brought from the hill fields. It was understood that he was getting bored by the scene of taking pictures. I didn’t take any pictures after that.

Evening fell. There is no talk at home for the last two days. Last night I did not talk to my mother despite many attempts. I asked someone, can’t get a cell phone network anywhere in this neighborhood? He said to go next to the water tank. I went See, two small bamboo sticks buried there.

A mountaineer saw us and told us that if we don’t put the mobile on that stick, we won’t get network. Mobile kept. But, the network does not come. After many attempts a little network was found. 2-G network. It comes and goes. I called my mother. It was broken. Couldn’t call Abbajan anymore. Rani Bhai could not talk to Bhabhi despite repeated attempts. No network at all on his phone. Rubel Bhai talked to many people on the phone. Come back from there after talking.

Returning suddenly noticed a lamppost. Lamppost in remote neighborhood! I was quite surprised. Later I heard that this lamp is burning with solar power. Under the lamp, from children to youth, everyone is playing gira. Some are playing, some are watching. Smartphones were seen in the hands of many.

There was a question to the mountaineers, since when the game of gira is going on? Their answer is that they have been watching and playing the game since birth. The basic equipment for playing gira is five bamboo gira. Three gira are placed on the ground. The two giras held by both sides were thrown at those three giras and hit. Points if hit, loss if not.

Before coming to this neighborhood, we were in Thingdulte neighborhood. I also saw a children’s game called ‘Dhil Chhora’ there. One will throw stones at each other’s body. Others will block it. Points if hit on the body, loss if not. This is the rule of the game. Most of the neighborhood children are basically used to playing such games. Pahari also said that these games are historical games.

After seeing the game of Du-para, I asked a teacher to ask why children don’t play any other games except fighting. His reply was, we grew up watching such games. These fights or throwing stones are mainly needed for self-defense. Because many unexpected events happen in the mountains and forests. You can say, children are trained from childhood to save themselves.

I went to a tea shop to talk to the hillbillies. I went and talked about having tea. A young shopkeeper named Azing made tea. She can be called an entrepreneurial woman. He cultivates jum in the hills. run the shop Walk from Thaikhyong Para to the shop in Ruma Upazila of Bandarban. It takes several hours to go. He bought woolen yarn from there.

With that woolen yarn, Ajing made his own winter cloak. He sold that sheet himself. Aging is a very hardworking woman. He spoke in Bengali. Can speak very nicely. There is no way not to like it. We talked for a while. First I bought two sheets made by him. Then go again and buy another sheet. The sheets are very nice.

When I returned from there, it was 8 pm. We talked a lot with the local guide of this neighborhood. One time I wanted to know, no one in this neighborhood has had the coronavirus? He said, ‘I don’t know if anyone got corona or not. However, everyone in the neighborhood had fever, cough, cold, sore throat and shortness of breath. Other times, doctors from various NGOs came to this neighborhood, but no one came after Corona.’

I asked the guide, how to cure these diseases? He said, ‘Some may have eaten a couple of napa. Most were unmedicated. Those who have fever, cough, cold, sore throat and shortness of breath, they first boiled turmeric. After boiling, the turmeric broth that came out, the broth was eaten. Everyone’s disease was cured in that broth!

Speaking of this, the guide was upset. He was saying, ‘A few days ago a woman fell seriously ill. There was no other option but to be taken to the hospital. But, from here, there is no opportunity to be discharged from the hospital. From here he died in the mountains after a two-hour walk carrying it on his shoulders. If someone needs to be taken to the hospital from here, he has to carry him on his neck or shoulder for several hours to Thanchi or Rumar Bagalek. Then take it to the hospital. This is a terrible problem.’

I talked to some people of Thaikhyong neighborhood about various issues. Mountain people basically collect everything from the mountains. Most of the men and women are not in the neighborhood during the day. Lives in hilly land. Cultivate Because they don’t buy much. They get many things from the mountains, including various types of vegetables and jum rice. In all the neighborhoods I have visited, I have heard that they mainly buy oil, salt, onion and garlic. Apart from this, maybe one or two products are bought. which i don’t know

The Paharis collect the produce from the hills and sell the surplus in Thanchi or Ruma market. Even if they walk for hours to take vegetables to the market, they do not get fair price. To their regret, they are forced to sell good things at low prices throughout their lives. They want the right price for these products produced without any pesticides and chemicals. Selling this crop is their main source of income.

Apart from this income, many young people also earn by working as guides from tourists. Tired of listening to the locals and listening to their various stories, I went to bed. I don’t know when I go to sleep with Thaikhyong Para in my mind. Waiting to wake up. Wait, after seeing the Baktlai fountain, steal it and return to Dhaka.

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