One Day Excursion Turned Out to be a Great Experience [Episode-I] August 22, 2008
Posted by muddleheaded in Travel.Tags: Adventure, Excursion, Kashmir, Muzaffarabad, Neelum, Northern Pakistan, Travel
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I remember we started over as a one day excursion to Murree, a hill station about 2.5 hours drive from city of Rawalpindi. The autumn was yet to set, so when we reached there we didn’t find any fun because the temperature was still relatively higher than it is used to be in winter. In desperation we thought of coming back to Islamabad instead of wasting time in Murree. Suddenly, out of nowhere we decided to move further and what could be further? The only nearest visiting place was Kohala near the bridge over the river Jehlum. The idea was to visit some water sight. But we extended our plan and planned out for Muzaffarabad City. Immediately, we set out for our then destination.
The road to Kohala is too twisted and the bus twined up and down the slope while we were sitting there watching outside the windows. But unfortunately the journey didn’t turn out to be so enchanting because my accomplice had been too damn nauseated and I had to look after him. But till the time he was fine, I had a lot of good scenery out there and I wondered why I never travelled to this place earlier. Being so close to Murree we are so used to visiting Murree but we never come this far. Though there is no particular picnic spot all the way to Kohala Bridge but the road is covered with a dense forest of Pine trees and other shrubs along side. It is evident that it is relatively less intruded by human beings yet. We were travelling down the hill now. After half the route to Kohala the road proceeds further north and down the hill and the travelling becomes easier.
Muzaffarabad road crosses river Jehlum at right angle through Kohala Bridge and then proceeds just parallel to the river up the way to the city. Just after we have crossed the river we came across a very old pass which was constructed by cutting a tunnel through the hill. It is so narrow that at a time only one vehicle can pass through it, so we had to wait as well. I have come to know from a friend that now the government has built another road for the incoming traffic, so the things are bit better for the travelers. We didn’t find much of the greenery on the route after the Kohala Bridge. The road enters Muzaffarabad through yet another bridge on river Jehlum called Domel Bridge. It’s the same place where river Neelum and Jehlum confluence together.

The Domel Bridge
It was already late afternoon when we reached the city. We roamed around here and there to watch for some places to visit but in vain. Muzaffarabad city is nothing but a little better than Raja Bazaar of Rawalpindi except that it has plenty of wooden suspended bridges crossing here and there over both the rivers. Yes there is one thing must to see: The Muzaffarabad Fort.
The forte was built somewhere in 1600 by Chaks and later on completed by Sultan Muzaffar Khan, the founder of Muzaffarabad in 1646. It is neglected and taken care of in different eras by different rulers including Mughals, Durranis and Dogra rulers. But one thing is eminent from its structure that it must have served very efficiently against many offensives. It is surrounded on three sides by the river Neelum. It presents a nice entity for the people who love archeology.

The Outside Wall of the Fort Facing the River
All in all, the city is full of dirt and litter and does not contain any parks or a proper place to sit around for a while except one so called park where people go for jogging stuff and it is built by army. It is right on the road to the state house up the hill. We met the Swan there on the northern bridge on river Neelum. She was standing there among people in a crowd, 4.5 feet tall and wearing white fluffy feathery hood. By SWAN I really mean the bird Swan, so don’t get confused. She was having fun there, taking everything from people she could to eat. She was looking so funny as she was trying to eat even people clothes behind there back. It was nice to see a Swan so mingled with people. She is considered sacred by the locals but I guess she was the nicest thing that happened to us in Muzaffarabad. The most disappointing factor for us in Muzaffarabad was temperature I guess. It was the same as we had in Islamabad although the whole city spreads right on the mountains.
The dark was falling, so we came back to the bus stand to buy tickets back to Rawalpindi. As we were talking to each other about our “not so fun filled” journey, a local guy asked us “Which places did you visit here?” We narrated ALL of the places we saw. He told us that there is nothing here in the city to see. The tourists who come to Muzaffarabad don’t come here to see this city but they opt for the valleys further in to the mountains. We were still not satisfied by our excursion so we asked him a series of questions and in reply, he told us about the two valleys which are very easy to access. The first one was Neelum Valley and the other one was Leepa Valley. We got all the information from him we could and thought over the pros and cons of venturing there. But we really have to decide where to go: Neelum or Leepa? I had heard about Neelum earlier so ultimately we decided to stay in the city for the night and restart our journey early next morning for Neelum Valley. The night was cold.
Next late morning we set out for the Valley. We had little information about the place and we were scared too. The Valley is cut in to two halves by river Neelum, on one side is the Indian held Kashmir and on the other is the state of Azad Kashmir. Arbitrarily, river Neelum was the cease fire line those days.
Cest La vie… August 19, 2008
Posted by muddleheaded in Sentiments.Tags: Emotions, Life
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Leaving someone you have met recently and you were not given the chance to have all that you wanted to have, leaves you in a condition through which it is hard to get out for a person who is stubborn or in a positive sense: consistent. One must feel like a photograph which has been taken while the object in consideration is moving swiftly. The resultant display consists of the image of the object itself but in blur and its color trails left behind. Giving a feel that the object is being drained off its colors and its life by some force which is trying to hold it back towards it. What a scene? What a misfortune? What an irony that would be? And above that you never know whether you will be getting chance to see that person again or not. But I guess that’s how life is. Cest la vie…
My Passion August 1, 2008
Posted by muddleheaded in Creative Arts.Tags: Creative Arts, Drawings, Paintings
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This is what I do whenever I get some time alone. Very few people know that I’m in to such stuff [I mean painting n all that] but truth is that I can never live without it. Its my window to the outer world… a channel to communicate to express my weird ideas about people and things and their relations with each other.
- Imagination
- Shut out
- Pup
- Winters
My Powers August 1, 2008
Posted by muddleheaded in Poems.Tags: Parents, Personal
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I was a little child then
With my little world around
Comprising both of you
You cared for me then and always
And when I just began to speak
You adduced playfully
My meaningless voice
With the meaningful things
Oh father!
You took me to mother
And you said
How beautiful he is
And mother
You caressed and kissed me
And replied
Because he is our baby
You gave me confidence
You taught me step by step
You made me see the world
You brought me up with your love
You made the thing I am
You stayed awake for my pain
You did everything for me
You are my powers, tell me
How can i ever thank you
How should I ever love you
An Eve at a Restuarant August 1, 2008
Posted by muddleheaded in People.Tags: Face Reading
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I was sitting in a small restaurant yesterday. I wasn’t supposed to be there at that time of the day or that day at all and that too alone. But I had to kill time till my friend reaches and then we would be going for shopping. So I had nothing to do but to wait for him and empty mind always has some innovative ideas. Added to the situation is the presence of one of the spells that I’m used to have. In that I’m usually numb and non-responsive to the rest of the world but in fact that’s the time when I am feeling the most of everything, feeling the things which I should feel and the things which I should not be caring at all. So out of nowhere I started reading the faces of people around me, some sitting savoring or waiting for the ordered eatables or even haven’t yet ordered and some of them coming in and going out of the open door.
So I looked around for the most interesting face available there as the starter and I found the waiter, the guy whom I know for three or may be four years. But it was the first time that I was noticing how happy he was. It was the first time I saw the bright smile he had always been bearing and in his eyes there is nothing but satisfaction, truth and purity. I mean I couldn’t believe it. How I can be so shallow in perceiving him and how he can be so happy with the kind of living he is earning. Then as any ordinary person would do, I stated that “he is just doing his job and his smile is fake, just to satisfy his customers”. But is it customer satisfaction at all important in a restaurant like that? He seemed amazing in the whole world to me. I was yet contemplating over it and there entered the second character of the play. The guy was sitting on the table next to me towards left. He was wearing white cotton Kurta which was overdone with the starch thing and having a Tilay Walee Chapal on his feet. In front of him was placed neatly a most recent model cell phone, keys to the car, his cigarette case and a branded sun glasses. He seemed to be a well off businessman who was accompanied by a relatively sheepish guy who seemed ready to please him in any possible way he could. I had concluded until now that this guy is a lucky, successful and happy person if not the happiest person on earth. But my thoughts were marred by my most recent experience, so I was looking for something deeper and I did find it. He had the most panicky expressions on his well shaved face. Every line on his face told the story of tension, depression and anxiety. There were so much there that I can’t even name all of them. But the most chaotic were his eyes, narrow, dark and bulging eyes. I simply lost in the complexities and I found ten thousand expressions but sadly all of them negative. So in the end I made an abstract that he is the present day man living for the world around him. My conclusion drifted my thought back to where I was and I tried to find someone else. The first person I stuck my eyes upon was a man of age 45 years or above. I saw him entering the door and I was looking at his face and I felt some disturbing and kind of embarrassed expression on his face. I was a little bit of startled. As he moved towards a table my focus shifted to the line of women(must be his wife and daughters) following him in the restaurant and I immediately came to know why he was feeling uncomfortable of me staring at him. So I left him on his own and checked for the time. My friend was about to reach at the decided place and by this time I should have been out of the restaurant but I decided contrarily and glued to my seat. I was enjoying being there. I thought of borrowing a paper and pen from the waiter so that I can write what I am writing now but I felt embarrassed(I don’t know why) to ask him and then even sit there writing this stuff. So finally I got up thinking that I would fabricate the rest of story after this point. But now while writing this I don’t want to be a liar in the name of fiction. So ending this one with no conclusion at all… why we all look for a conclusion for every written piece? Not this time this time at least.



