How i Survived Death by Inches.

in #makalu4 days ago

On September 8, 2025, as the Gen-Z revolution erupted in Nepal, I set out for Mount Makalu Base Camp, blissfully unaware of the chaos about to unfold. The fiery spirit of the youth, initially a spark of hope, ignited into a wildfire of violence and vandalism. Landing at Tumlingtar Airport, I was hit with gut-wrenching news: police had gunned down students, and by evening, 19 young lives were snuffed out. The nation spiraled into madness—curfews clamped down on cities, airports shut, and the homes of political leaders became infernos, with cash and gold melting in the flames.

Stranded, we scrapped our trek and chose a perilous escape via an ancient trade route from eastern Tibet to Nepal, through Udaypur and Khurkot. The decision was a descent into a nightmare. At 4,800 meters, we were swallowed by a dense, freezing forest, lost in a relentless downpour. Survival hung by a thread. Cold gnawed at our bones, and hope flickered like a dying ember. Following a raging river, we prayed its calming rapids would lead to salvation.

Exhausted, we stumbled upon an abandoned sheep shelter. With a stone, we smashed the lock and huddled inside, desperate for warmth. The sodden wood refused to burn, so we fed the fire with our socks, plastic gear—anything that could spark. For two grueling days, we battled hunger, sleeplessness, and the suffocating fear of death. Those 48 hours were a blur of raw, primal struggle—keeping the fire alive or pushing downstream, our only obsessions. Words can’t capture the terror of those endless nights.

By some miracle, smoke from our desperate fire caught the eye of an Armed Police Force barracks. They pulled us from the jaws of the wilderness and brought us to Dhankuta Hile. Warmth, food, and safety felt like a dream after the ordeal. Eventually, they sent us home. My body still trembles as I write this, the trauma etched deep, but I’m clawing my way back to normal. Alive, against all odds, I cheated death by inches. Thank God for every breath.

Things i will Always Remember before going on a Trek.

  1. Always Use a Local Guide / Porter who knows the Area 100% .
  2. Carry proper Snacks
  3. Carry Extra paper and Plastics that are flammable .
  4. Carry some Fuel
  5. Stop walking after 4 PM , whatever happens

Plan Properly and Stay Safe .

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Politicians' games for money and power are expensive for ordinary residents. Unfortunately, this is a scenario that is replicated in different countries. And young people with no life experience and no critical mind... too easy prey to manipulate.

You came to the brink of death, but you did not cross it and survived. Now you have a very valuable experience. Such trials sometimes radically change a person, his attitudes, attitude to life and others. Keep track of your changes. Not all of them can be positive. There is something similar to the post-traumatic syndrome. It requires control.
Anyway, I'm happy for you :)

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Игры политиков ради денег и власти дорого обходятся простым жителям. И это к сожалению сценарий, который тиражируется на разные страны. А молодые люди без жизненного опыта и при отсутствии критического ума... слишком лёгкая добыча для манипулирования.

Ты попал на грань смерти, но не перешёл её и выжил. Теперь имеешь очень ценный опыт. Такие испытания порой радикально меняют человека, его установки, отношение к жизни и окружающим. Следи за своими изменениями. Не все из них могут быть положительными. Бывает что-то, похожее на пост травматический синдром. Он требует контроля.
В любом случае я рад за тебя :)

Thank you very much for the Kind and Positive words , I an grateful for every breathe i am taking now , And many thanks for the witness Support . We win together

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