There is a common phrase in Chinese, ‘bu dao chang cheng fei hao han’, which apparently means that ‘you are not a real man if you have never been to the great wall.’
I’m sure a majority of us have known the Great Wall just in pictures, on TV or under the feet of Akshay Kumar in ‘Chandni Chownk to
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Before I take you a step closer to the Great Wall, I’ll take a few lines to introduce the term Khalsa. I’m a Sikh by religion. The Khalsa is the reflection of a Sikh’s form, his identity. The Khalsa ("pure/devoted") is the recognition of every Sikh that follows the disciple and text from the holy book Shri Guru Granth Sahib.
It was a sunny Sunday morning. Nine of us, bubbling with concealed excitement walked into the doors of KFC for breakfast. The excitement was concealed for now because at that moment, it was more so the yawns that overshadowed the enthusiasm. The long route to the destination was covered by a train on subway line number 13, then a bus No.9 and finally a taxi @ 30 RMB per head, the face value of which started at 100 RMB per head before bargaining. All the planning was done by the one and only System Architect amongst us. If it would not have been him, we wouldn’t have had such a memorable trip.
It all started when the taxi guy had got us into a dilemma at a junction, where the road at the left led us to the Simatai Great wall, where we could go, climb up the great wall, click a few photographs, do boating etc. and come back. The right side of the junction led us to the Jinshanling great wall which was nothing but a starting point for climbing for enthusiasts who love to cover the distance from Jinshanling to Simatai on foot, on the wall. The leaders’ choice was evident as we headed towards the right, clearing off the dust suffocating beneath the wheels of Volkes Wagon. In around fifteen minutes we were standing at the feet of a mighty wall looking down at us, waiting for us to climb it.
‘Click’ echoed the digitalized sound from one side, and a similar sound struck from the other, as the cameras had a joyous time clicking one of the greatest wonders of the world. The 5000 km long wall, the only man made object to be visible from moon as a thin streak running all across the northern border of
The journey had begun, walking and walking. “Just 8 more miles to go” said a voice after sometime, “No, it’s 13 more” said another. A speculation was brewing up on the exact distance to be covered. If we had to believe the words of the taxi driver, the distance was around 10 miles to be covered in around 3 hours, lest we miss the last bus back to the city. “Just 10 of those big blocks to be crossed” were the words we had been hearing since quite some time now from the captain of the ship, but that 10 didn’t seem to start counting backwards anytime.
Massive, Huge, Mighty, Great, Big, must sound overused words by now. But unfortunately my dictionary runs short of words to describe the wonder I was walking on. I looked towards the right, and saw nothing but a wall till where my vision went. I turned towards the left, and saw the same structure running on the mountains. A high long thick fence of stones piled one over the other, which had taken 5 dynasties to be built. The first thought that would strike anyone would be, ‘who, on earth, was so idle to build just a wall over 5 dynasties? And this sounds practically impossible!’ But there it was... Standing strong over centuries, watching dynasties come and go, seasons arrive and depart and now tens of thousands of tourists climbing it up every year. And here was one of those tourists, who had been ordered by the captain to just walk, err… Climb.
Three hours had passed, without a sign of ‘Exit’ anywhere in the remotest corners of the wall. The steps were getting heavier now. Especially with the limited supply of water at our disposal. Just climbing up and down the mountains, without an escape, without a known destination, without any other life around except a few other half-dead bodies climbing along with us. Most of those were foreigners. A couple of one’s we got ourselves introduced to hailed from
Then what we saw was the most special moment of the trip and more so for those two souls. He held her hand in his own, looked deep into her eyes with fervor as never before, and three beautiful words echoed on top of the great wall, “Wo Ay Ni” (I Love You)…
Another half an hour passed before we saw a person sitting in a security guard’s uniform on a chair at a distance. It appeared like the divine exit was finally here but seemed invisible, or hidden somewhere behind that skinny fellow in uniform. But the reality was a lot more dreadful. According to that guy, we had reached the end of Jinshanling great wall, and behind him was the starting of Simatai great wall. We had to pay 5 RMB more if we wanted to go further, else retreat back. No points of guessing that there wasn’t an exit there. So options were just limited, or apparently none. How far a distance was still to be covered still remained a big question mark. Could be anywhere between 5 to 10 miles. We moved on…
At the end of 5 hours, I was panting like a dog. One steep step of stair on the mountain was emerging out to be like a whole mountain in itself. An end was ascertained, but there was competition between two of us for who would end first, my life, or the wall. Walking down a stretch, I raised my head to see another big escalation to be covered. Without any options in hand, started climbing, step after step, on all my four limbs. But then, after a few steps I realized something. The wall had won the race. On the right side stood a board that read “Exit”. The greatness of the wall, personified….
The sun had begun to set now. It was a beautiful ball of fire sinking into a lake beside the great wall. We walked along on the pathway, partially revitalized now with the cold lemon drink tumbling down the throat. I could now realize the real value of a T Shirt I bought at the beginning of journey. Those pompous six words on the shirt…. “I have climbed the Great Wall”