My heart dwells in the countryside |
My heart dwells in the countryside
-Dr Raj Bahadur Yadav
Oliver
Goldsmith, an Irish poet, in his famous pastoral elegy,"The deserted
village"[1770] laments,"Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain/
Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain". In the recent
years, urbanisation has come to invade the countryside with a vengeance
in India. The villages on the periphery of cities and towns are losing
their existence fast, becoming an integral part of the municipal
committee area. I can notice a geographic and demographic upheaval
everywhere. Perhaps, I happen to be a nostalgic person with a pastoral
background, so I feel a bit more than others about the mind-boggling
growth of jungles of concrete in our cities.
In the months of April and May, I have heard the birds chirping in the
wee hours. When I step out of my house for morning walk at 5:15 am, I
find the streets and roads quiet except the occasional barking of the
street dogs. In the day time, the highway looks quite horrible and
"hostile" to me, dotted with cars, trucks, and motorcycles. Not an
inch to spare! The public places are over-crowded and the pedestrians
feel puzzled while making their way through vehicles parked
bumper-to-bumper. The peaceful morning brings a big relief to common
people as they reinvigorate themselves, inhaling the fresh air around
them and doing "yoga"[meditation] in the public parks. In such a
peaceful ambience, I feel really comfortable meeting friends and
acquaintances and exchanging cordial greetings with them. My body is
recharged for the hectic schedule of the entire day. When I return home
around after one and half hours' brisk walk and some light exercise, I
take bath and then skip through some national dailies in Hindi and
English like The Tribune, Daily Post and Dainik Bhaskar etc. Having
taken a light breakfast, I leave for my place of duty on a motorcycle.
Hardly do I cross 500 meters than I find the fields and open countryside
staring in my face. Fatehabad still remains a rural town though it has
a big potential of turning into a big city in near future. As I reach
the mini-bypass in the south, small hamlets with trees of bakain,
shisham and mulberry greet me. The large water reservoir near the
Crescent Public School looks like a modest lake. The wind rustling
through my shirt appears quite cool here. The neat and clean water of
the nearby canal has kept the farmers settled here happy and prosperous
too. The fields which run parallel to the canal are very fertile and
they produce plenty of rice,cotton and wheat. I travel for nearly twenty
kilometers westward and I find myself carried away by the perennial
beauty of the countryside. In the mornings, the trees seem to be
greeting me silently with their gentle shadows. They shield the
travellers from the swirling dust also. I deplore, many of them lost
their green twigs and a few of them were uprooted altogether when a big
dust storm had struck the area. They seem to be recovering from this
shocking experience after a few pre-monsoon showers. Life in small
hamlets is slow yet full of fraternal feelings with farmers usually
sitting on the cots or in the plastic chairs under the thick shadow of
trees planted in the courtyards with a"hookah" [ a long tobacco pipe] in
front of them. They take occasional puffs at it turn by turn, sharing
family tales and cracking light jokes. The buffaloes seem to be
mirthfully munching green fodder and regurgitating it. We can notice a
few motorcycles and at some hamlets even luxury cars also elegantly
parked under the thick boughs of bakain or shisham. Some farmers have
raised splendid "kothis" [houses] and taken to horticulture also. Their
neck-tied children are seen waiting for yellow buses bound for different
private schools. They are really hardworking rural folks. The cotton
seeds have begun to sprout into tiny plants out of the white and brown
soil at some places. We can smell the farmers' sweat in the perennial
beauty of our countryside.
Dr Raj Bahadur Yadav
Behind Kath Mandi, Kranti Nagar, Fatehabad[Haryana]
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