Kaptala Para is located northwest of Khagrachhari Sadar Swanirvar Bazar. It is a village situated at the foot of Manmatano evergreen hill in ward no. 2 of Perachara union no. At the moment the mind is filled with the celebration of the hill crop in the surrounding giant hills. There are a few more Jumia villages after Kaptala. Hundreds of families live in Mayungtaiklu, a village in Bhanga Mura Para. The people living in the hilly areas usually make a living by cultivating zoom, ginger, turmeric, banana etc. However, at present there is a lot of interest in cultivating Bahari Mango and Litchi. Thursday is the day of Khagrachhari Hat Bazaar. They have to sell their produce in the hills and come to the market to buy daily necessities. At the junction between Kaptala Para and Bhanga Mura Para is a huge steep hill in the shape of an elephant’s head. The people of Bhanga Mura Para have to come and go to the market through that hill. This is also the only shortcut for them to come and go! On the day of the Hat Bazaar, it is really difficult to carry a bag full of ginger, turmeric, banana rhyme, zoom paddy, etc. on one’s shoulder. For many, this is one of the worst nightmares of all time! But the only hope is the risky path for ordinary people to walk, starting with the children coming and going to school. The economic progress of the village cannot be imagined without touching that road. Even 8-10 years ago, one had to climb a rugged staircase made of bamboo and wood. However, in 2015, with the sincerity of the then Chairman of the Chittagong Hill Tracts Development Board, Navavikram Kishore Tripura and with the funding of the board, a beautiful iron staircase with more than three hundred steps was constructed. The suffering of hundreds of people came to an end.

I am grateful to him for that. This ladder is playing a big role in the economic growth of the area. Apart from that, the beauty of the Chengi River on the east side of the stairs and the urban enchanting beauty of the villages along the Panchhari-Khagrachhari road, the lush green gaze on the rows of hills in the west, the cloudburst on rainy days add another dimension to its beauty. The attraction of this beauty gradually increases the local people. It didn’t take long to spread the word on social media. Gradually it became the center of attraction for the tourists. In this way, Mayung Kapal became one of the tourist centers of the district. There is no end to the drama with this staircase, which is a sight to behold, alleviating the limitless suffering of a few villages. In the own language of the Chakma people, it was known as ‘Edochire Mon’, whose Bengali word is ‘Hati Matha’. But the most amazing thing is how it got the title of ‘Stairs of Heaven’! It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post. Some tourists or so-called bloggers may have exaggerated the name.

Even though many now know it as ‘Elephant’s Head’ or ‘Stairway to Heaven’, ‘Mayung Kapal’ has fallen back into unfamiliarity. This is my strong objection. The use of synonyms in other languages ​​instead of names given depending on the natural structure is nothing but a distortion of the grandeur of a hundred year old name. Need to know the actual history of the name. It is extremely foolish to use one’s own name for the sake of publicity. This confuses the new generation. They remain in the dark about history. Notice, Our hundred-year-old traditional regional names are thus lost in the abyss. Although the effect of using the alternative name of Mayung Kapal is not so big now, it will distort the history later. Many names have been lost in the Chittagong Hill Tracts. This aggression must be stopped. It takes about 30-40 minutes to reach Mayung Kapal from our house. I grew up hearing the name of Mayung Kapal since childhood. In the local vernacular of Tripura, the elephant is called Mayung. By the way, Myung Kapal is not a recognized tourist destination. It is not like the Alutila tourist center built by the district administration at a cost of lakhs of rupees or the horticulture park under the control of the district council. It is not a planned tourist destination like Sajek, which has evicted hundreds of families. It is nothing more than a durable ladder built for ease of travel. However, if one comes to visit nature, there is no objection. Tourist centers in the Chittagong Hill Tracts have turned into dumpsters. In fact, it does nothing to benefit the locals. What is the benefit to the evicted families in the tourist center that has been created by evicting hundreds of families? Hundreds of crores of rupees have been spent on modern resorts. Roads have been widened. But there is no standard primary school. There is no clinic that can ensure health care. Many people from different parts of the country come to enjoy the nature of Sajak, to see the mingling of clouds, to see Mizoram from the balcony of the resort. But have they developed an attitude of understanding the plight of the indigenous people? Instead, the tourism is dragging the children on the side of the road into begging. Many of the girls who come here come to enjoy knee-length dresses. Kids throw chocolates and have fun making videos! Seeing a helpless baby boy on the way, Maya turned her head and came to show her tears. Have fun showing this scene to millions of people by uploading videos or pictures on YouTube on Facebook! Shall we call it a blessing? Tell the story of one day. Our house is on a small hill on the side of the road at the foot of the hill. One afternoon before the corona hit Bangladesh, I went to fetch the cows after wearing only a towel. When I arrived, I was going to get up with some dry clothes in my hand. Some of the village girls are fetching water. They are videotaping in a very offensive way. After a while he came to me and tried to take a picture from quite a distance. I interrupted. I asked where he came from. One of them is a fashionable gentleman. He said, ‘We are coming from Dhaka.’ I said, ‘You come to the village and take pictures and videos as you like. Who is coming through the village? ‘ I was sad to hear the answer. I don’t know anyone in the village, I don’t know. I said, ‘You are taking pictures and videos without permission. At least, whether there are objections or not, permission is required. You don’t know anyone in the village or you have no guide. Who will take the responsibility if something unexpected happens to you? ‘ Didn’t say anything. Later he said politely, ‘Your picture will be deleted.’ Later I showed them the straight road and told them to leave. Then almost in the evening. There was a severe lockdown in the country after Corona was injured. Went to the store on a special mission. On the way back, I met a group of tourists in Chengi river. Lockdown in progress. It is difficult to go from one upazila to another. I found out that they were coming from Panchhari. Mayung will see the forehead. We talked to them about corona restrictions. They are stubborn. There is a passenger camp on the banks of the river Chengi. I saw some village elders sitting in the passenger compartment. I also saw Mr. Karbari himself. Then, without talking to Mayung Kapal Gamnechchude, I came quickly and informed the elders. Even on the day of Corona’s aggression, they came to visit in violation of the minimum social restrictions! Every day many locals go to see Mayung Kapal. Hundreds of people flock to the weekly holidays. A few days ago a few of us went. Slowly the iron concretes are getting weaker. There is rust in some places. The deck of a steep part of a staircase is broken. Big accidents can happen at any time. Who or what in the upper part is conveniently breaking the iron parts. This would not have happened if some people had not pretended to be the so-called tourist destination. I always say one thing, let the mountains be like mountains! Let the mountain retain its originality. The need for modernity does not always exist. The consequences of distorting history and naming a modern myth may not be pleasant. 

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