Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Mount Everest

You know what? I have a modest ambition, if one day I will succeed in climbing on you I will pick a small piece of rock from the top of the world as a memento and wear it in a necklace. I will not sell it; I will not give it to anyone. It is something for me to say 'this is a rock from the summit'. She said candidly to the Mount Everest.

“It’s not an easy job, neither every dream is meant for becoming reality” Mount Everest replied with arrogance of being superior and pompous.

This is what I know, this is what I have to handle, and your freezing attitudes can not ice my temperate ambitions to conquer the highest mountain in the world that attracts well-experienced mountaineers as well as novice climbers like me.

I am enjoying your words and spirits, your ideas of success is so unimaginable, your wishes and prayers are so insignificant and little that I am not sure even if they are audible to the God who shadowed me his mightiness and gigantic presence.

Have you ever heard an Olympic creed? It says that the most important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win but to take part, just as the most important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle. The essential thing is not to have conquered but to have fought well. So I am just taking my part of struggle.

You see scaling on me is definitely not easy. Mountaineers have to deal with crevasses, avalanches, and strong winds. No wonder, then, that many ambitious mountaineers perish along the way, their accompanying mountaineers have to leave the dead body behind, and this has made me the Mount Everest the highest burial ground in the world.

Very strongly she communicated to the Mighty Mount; the people who live near you are called Sherpa people. Someone told me that the cheerful smiles and legendary strength of the Sherpas have been an integral part of Everest climbing expeditions from the very beginning. The Sherpas follow Buddhism. I have met their Lamas (spiritual monks) in their monasteries. I have asked my success from them. They have arranged placement of my base camp with them. The bright sun above me and the white snow beneath will protect my cause. Lamas will not let me down I am telling you.

My slight wind blow will vanish your base camp. The protecting snow will made you buried in crevasses where bright sun will never rescue from state of unknown forever. Don’t worship me; People will give fatwas for your kufr? And what else people can do beside gossips she replied firmly. I will not move even an inch back, try whatever you can.

She was remained unhindered with the resistance she was facing from Mount Everest but some where deep inside her immaculate intentions started dwindling. She almost begged for not showing such an alien looks to her. She started thinking if climbing is a science or arts?? If it is science am I merely one numeric mountaineer with who intend to achieve material success of climbing highest summit above sea level i.e. 8848 meters. And if it is an art, why no one is appreciating my idea of self actualization? My struggle for triumph on the highest point on the earth’s continental crust.

That day was decisive for her. She started walking across the frozen snow and ice. There were big cracks in the ice that she had to step across. She took a step onto a thin layer of snow and fell into a crevasse. With ropes of hopes she survived but scared. In front of her was the steep ice wall i.e. Lohtse face covered with thick ice and snow which never melts even in the bright sunshine. There was less oxygen in the air so she had to breathe harder. She started feeling sick this time. Strong winds and deep snow was making too dangerous to try the top.

Finally her struggle to climb at the top turned to unfulfilled desire. With heavy heart she turned around from near the top. She decided to left climbing Mount Everest further and moved to climb K-2 the second option.

The days were very dreadful for Mount Everest since her departure to some where else. Mount Everest felt alone and unaccompained. He was angry for what he did to the mountaineers and that novice climber. He showed his anger to the World.

The other day national & international media equally reported the news about lady who climbed on K-2 of the Karakoram range and tremors with epicentre somewhere close to mighty Mount Everest in ranges of Himaliya.

P.S: In University days she used to call him Mount Everest

Note: Based on a news item about 13 year old American boy Jordan Romero who is in bid to climb Mount Everest to be the world's youngest climber of Mount Everest


  1. Out of this world!

  2. Its a superbly narrated Sir, Alaaa ,between best part is "Have you ever heard an Olympic creed? It says that the most important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win but to take part"

  3. I read all your blogs and found them very creative and provocative. Keep writing.


  4. "dis one is my FAv amongs all the entries ,, :)"

  5. i read it, line by line, and then i read
    "P.S: In University days she used to call him Mount Everest"
    very few endings have touched my heart like this last line. Extremely well written.

  6. very strong literature!

  7. Dear Shahid,
    It was amazing piece of art. I also think that in life ego blindfolds us; we cover ourselves with layers of snow and deny "Everst of love". At the end realities shatter us inside out.
    Hope to read more from your work.

  8. redefined imagination

  9. imaginative...very inspiring form of writing