My Diwali vacation
This diwali was different for me as after many years ( approx. 6-7 years ) i was going to my village at my dadi's place.It was so exciting in the journey towards my village because i could not make out what all things would have changed by now.My cousin Brothers who were so small would have become an adult.All around my house there were green fields but now they must not be there. With all this feelings i was at my village and from the station itself i got the essence of my village.The same vehicle that used to carry from station to my house with the same scenario of men loaded all over a small jeep dancing on the same regional songs and the same bumpy road.I don't get irritated by these roads and the scenario there,they take me to a journey last 6 years back.
When i reached my house there were the same old man in front of their houses,sitting on khatiya's watching every people passing by in an eager to recognise and after they can make out who it, is its a discussion for the day about who am i?whose son?what m i doing?why i have not married yet?
These were the same people as i saw 6 years back the same gossiping,going around everyone's house to make there day by talking to their friends.I love those chatting between the elders,worrying about nothing materialistic,but what is happening in others home.
I could not beleave that the village and villager's were all same and nothing like globalisation have changed them,the same green fields the same sky with infinite stars,and the same tradition.Its not that the transition from city to village was pleasent it was my people and my house that fascinated me.
This diwali was different for me as after many years ( approx. 6-7 years ) i was going to my village at my dadi's place.It was so exciting in the journey towards my village because i could not make out what all things would have changed by now.My cousin Brothers who were so small would have become an adult.All around my house there were green fields but now they must not be there. With all this feelings i was at my village and from the station itself i got the essence of my village.The same vehicle that used to carry from station to my house with the same scenario of men loaded all over a small jeep dancing on the same regional songs and the same bumpy road.I don't get irritated by these roads and the scenario there,they take me to a journey last 6 years back.
When i reached my house there were the same old man in front of their houses,sitting on khatiya's watching every people passing by in an eager to recognise and after they can make out who it, is its a discussion for the day about who am i?whose son?what m i doing?why i have not married yet?
These were the same people as i saw 6 years back the same gossiping,going around everyone's house to make there day by talking to their friends.I love those chatting between the elders,worrying about nothing materialistic,but what is happening in others home.
I could not beleave that the village and villager's were all same and nothing like globalisation have changed them,the same green fields the same sky with infinite stars,and the same tradition.Its not that the transition from city to village was pleasent it was my people and my house that fascinated me.
Comments
It must have been real fun for you.
Information age has spoiled lots of fun of the Indian life. 'Lack of information' is one of them. Loss of touch with the rural world must have had so great fun!
Villages in punjab are getting modernised. I fear, this is a harbinger of what will probably happen to other parts of India very soon...
Sad... the mysticity of villages, of the madrigals and the dadima's stories will soon be lost... when we can access their sight on a click of the mouse on Google Earth; should it go live! All these will turn into the same hackneyed information as anything else available on internet!
Thankfully, this progress entails innumerous good things!
I wish I could see dadima too!