When i was in the bus, i was excited because after long
time, i am going to my home town. My face was jovial. When i took my baggage to get down, conductor
whistled to allude the driver to stop the bus in the village. As i am out the
bus with baggage, the bus rattled along
the road. It’s been days since i visited my village though my parents are
staying here. As i am walking on the road, which like black vulcanite spread
over gray earth. Then it came my memory, the day foundation stone laid local politician. I was kid then.
Then came a memory, We were deliberately playing on black road which was just
completed few hours, to make our small
marks so that we can be proud of what we did
in front of our friends. As
someone was shouting from distance, i clasped my brother arm and ran to my
home.
I am back now. How
can I describe the change in my village? They got liberal too expect the caste
which is widening every day with the day to day politics. Which side am I
on? Definitely not like them. As i am
walking to my home, there is no tea stall, which used to here for uncountable
years. Change, whether good or bad, on
what terms should i have to decide?. A mobile tower stood in the middle of
Village. It was like tech lead of
natural mountains, which are part of my village territory from the last century.
They are like guardians of my village. When i reached my home, my mom and
grandparents welcomed me with peculiar questions. I stayed there for a few days.
Next morning, I
woke up early to catch a walk with grand pa to our fields, which came to my
grandfather from his grandfather , to him from his grandfather, and story goes
on. As I was walking with him, i observed a few shopkeepers were already up. We
were almost out of village. A small water stream, flows in between, dividing
the village into unequal parts. And it
was 30minute walk from my home. He
showed me the boundary of paddy lands, which came to as part of blood. Then i
was at a abeyant shelter, which used to be for cows and buffalos. it was made up of rocks, in unprecedented manner .
As new crop is going
to start in few weeks, The next day was a celebration in the fields. The whole
family assembled and blabbering about what dishes to make in the tomorrows
offerings. The whole night, they discussed about their families and other
things with frivolous purpose.
Next morning, i woke
even too early. When i came out, the sky was painted with whitish dust, which came
from burning of forest wood. We, as part
of a ritual, we should sacrifice something to goddess of nature. She protects
the farm from evil forces. We all started in a group to a place, which is away
from the village. As we reached there, it was fine-looking place. The rocks are
scattered in the whole fields, like someone dropped it from heaven. They made
the whole field into small parts. They are like huge steps, carved out in
different shapes. We moved on and we finally settled in front of a mango tree.
As part of ceremony, some were cooking in the red pots,
using small white rocks. They were turning into black colour because of smoke, which
was emanating from the forest wood fire. They cooked raw rice and meat differently. The whole area, a smart of land was wet as if watered yesterday.
The Land was levelled called as tillage and is primarily done to reduce water
wastage. In that land, a small area had germinated seeds. This is called as transplantation
technique, which is widely used in Asian counties than direct seeding. So this
small area was nursery. My grandfather, with the help of me, we bought germinated seeds to the mud. My grandparents and others offered prayers to
goddess to do well and protect us from evil. They implanting the seeds into the
levelled land. It was over in few minutes. Though , it is a back- breaking work,
they love it. We just eat rice and we don’t know how much effort they put up to
get the edible rice. We waste food, without thinking.
They offered food to the implanted land and it was few
minutes before completion. We sat there for evening though there was miniature
rain. The whole sickness of mine was gone. It was nice vacation with no more
boss around, no more reporting to do. With air breezing, we can enjoy perfect
form of life for few days. I suggest everyone to go on this type of vacation.
It was day of return, my father dropped me in the bus stop.
Something is missing in me and i feel like i want to stay here for few more
days. but you know , here I am sharing my experience with you. Over to you, i
wish everybody enjoy these, after reading my blog.
Bottom line: One should
experience it and it is awesome.
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