Sarubhakta’s short novel “Chuli” is also translated to English language and published by the name ‘The Peak’. The novel is translated by Subhash Ghimire and is published by Sahityakar Sarubhakta Sarokar Kendra, Pokhara, Nepal.
Chuli is the story of human adventure and survival – a big peak os success. It is a wonderful fiction of a non-mountaineer that highlights the challenge of climbing, dangers, exciting and wonderful experience difficulties, magnitude of Everest, risk, accident, suspicious death experience, Geography, climbing narration, providing technical knowledge, atmospheric pressure, climbing tools to be used, the remote site name information, etc. This is a successful mountaineering fiction in Nepali literature.
A short part from the book “The Peak”, translated by Subhash Ghimire:
“Do you climb Mount Everest by yourself?” Big shot people of big campaign teams ask him in such a way as if he is not going to climb Mount Everest, but to commit suicide. He is glad, before saying anything his presence as a mountaineer had already been felt in the cold air of the base camp; and definitely different from others’.
“I have climbed all the mountains of life by myself, that is why I will be climbing this highest mountain by myself as well. The journey of peak is always a lone journey.” He smiles with everybody, planting the flower of self-confidence where the flower does not bloom.
“There are risks in mountain; there are mountains in life. Life is a beautiful poem of risks. Those, who are afraid of risks always create ugly poems.” Then again he smiles with everybody beautifully. Those who are to be impressed get really impressed.
He thinks – Buddha is a mountain, Krishna is a mountain, Jesus is a mountain, Mahaveer is a mountain, Mohammad is a mountain. Socrates, Confucius, Laotse are the mountains. Marx, Darwin, Freuds are the mountains. There are other mountains also. Climbing the mountain, some become mountains themselves. Getting trapped into swamps some become swamp themselves.
He is glad- he has got a history in inheritance; he has got a civilization. That is why he dreams of a good earth- the world. He cannot settle a good home of love on the earth- the world of hatred. Both of them are his own; the earth- the world and the home. But there is always some badness of history and civilization. Is the badness of history and civilization like the worsening weather in the mountains? Are we damned for the goodness and badness?
“No, it cannot be. No matter how many curses come across in life, life is not a curse. The truth is that life is an ego. That means man is an ego. The greater the ego of human being, the greater the mountain he climbs will be.”
He feels strange; both the life and the death. In the journey he had never seen any corpse before this one. Probably this corpse is old rather than new; that is why it is in decayed condition. Who is this man? Which country is he from? Who are his parents? Is he somebody’s husband, somebody’s father or somebody’s beloved lover? What caused him to die? Cold? Tiredness? Hunger? Or some accident? Did all of his dreams also die along with him? Did all of his feelings die too? Did all of his histories die too? Did all of his civilizations die as well?
“No. Even if a human being dies, the humanity never dies. The greatness never dies. Mountains are great but the desire to climb mountains is even greater.” He gets up with an irrepressible enthusiasm and offers his salute to the corpse from within. While doing so, his whole existence gets overwhelmed with a special feeling of immortality. He smiles with a swollen lips and starts towards the destination.
In this complete helplessness and defenselessness he feels pity at himself. He shouts loudly, but in the thunder of ice storm he cannot hear his shouting himself. He feels this is the final journey of his life.
He does not know, how long the ice storm lasts for, because while fighting with it he falls from a big ice rock and getting hit on head and getting his back broken, he becomes unable to get up. He starts becoming senseless and in the sensitivity that has not become senseless yet he keeps grasping the feeling- “Dear Mount Everest! Let me go. But my departure is not the departure of the whole humanity. Trust me, even after my life is finished, not everything will end. The egos of human beings will not cease to exist. Irrepressible struggle of human beings will not stop. People will keep on coming to climb the mountain, and keep on coming forever…….
Then he kisses his sweetheart in the last sensitivity.
The author of the book, Sarubhakta is a well known poet and story writer. His novel ‘Pagal Basti’ is one of the top literary works in Nepal.