Parable of The Light

We are the mountain and the echo inside of us is from thee.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Looking At The Same Sun

The ascending winding road was very tempting especially if you are cruising with a 3.0 liter, mega turbo-intercooler machine. Unfortunately, my temptation was contained as I crawled up sluggishly with my 1.6 liter underpowered Getz. Still, I could hear my tires screeched as I navigate passed the sharp bends, swaying myself in ecstasy behind the wheel – perhaps the closest feeling to ever be my kampung version of Karamjit Singh (Malaysian-own rally driver).

The moment I exit the Simpang Pulai road, the fresh Cameron air and the lush green valleys greeted me at every turn. When William Cameron discovered in what he described as the “plateau with gentle slopes shut in by loftier mountains” in 1885, I did not think he would imagined that it would transformed to be this astounding. From the high land past Brinchang, squared tents of strawberry farms blanketed the valley, strings of Land Rovers passed by, carrying loads of colorful flowers and vegetables. The valleys covered with neatly trimmed tea plantation, perhaps looked better than my overgrown messy hair. Among other list of aphrodisiacs for nature-loving tourists - rose gardens, cactus valleys and waterfalls.

A friend directed me to a spot where I should be at dawn. Shivering in the cold morning breeze, my friend would be pleased to hear me freezing to death and so close to suffer from hyperthermia. Stroking my arms to keep warm, I waited for the sun to reveal herself, patiently. Slowly, the wave of light crawled in between the gloomy valleys; bringing life back to what seemed so dull and dreary. Like a pleasant jolt, it shook me up from “sleep” as the first ray of light slapped on my face. The sun dared me to stare at her and I took the challenge. It was painfully blinding at first, but as my eyes adjusted, she simply looked gorgeous. Gradually, the glow warmed up my ears and certainly, every brave heart bold enough to take on her at first sight.

So many hearts, so many minds but wherever we roam, we are still looking at the same sun…

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