‘I have no
words to express how I am feeling right now…Its just like coming back to mother
and moving into its tender hug’ My Grandfather said with utter excitement and
Nostalgia..Me,my father and grandfather gazed at the ploughed up field with
contentment. We had taken a decision of bringing our old ancestral land into cultivation
nearly after 60 years .
Much of the
land in our village is in the patches of rocky grasslands. And rest is ether a
forest or a tropical plantation. However there are certain patches of a good
soil on grasslands where one can carry out farming activities. In the old times,
there were many such paddy fields. The Farming used to be rewarding enough to
feed all the family members as all of them used to contribute.
The farming
activity in our village always begins with festive spirit. All the farmers
celebrate it on the wake of Monsoon by feasting on a Mutton Rassa and Bhat or
Bhakri.Generally the event is organized on the first day of Mruga
Nakshatra.(nakshatra means a constellation or certain pattern of stars causing
certain conditions)..There is also a cottage called Mruga in a farmstay as all
the cottages are named after rainy season constellations. The whole event of
this feast is called ‘Mirag’.We thought of celebrating our traditional ‘Mirag’
to rekindle those old beautiful memories of My Grandfather.
We organized
a small picnic for all the fellow workers right in our field. Everyone was
eager and enthusiastic as it was our new start. We cooked right next to the
farm which is beautifully surrounded by a forest. The cooking started with
decent preparation such as making small chulla of laterite rock and preparing a
small shade of coconut leaves to cover it. The heaven showered a rain in between which
was bliss.
After a long
wait the food was ready. The curry cooked on wood fire looked delicious. The
reddish dark colour of the Rassa seemed inviting. We grabbed few ‘chandiwada’
tree leaves from the wild and used it as a plate. My grandfather says that such
leaves were in great use in his childhood to wrap onion pakoda and to parcel
any such relevant snack. Even the game like wild boar used to be paraded in a
whole village after hunting and the meat used to wrapped in chandiwada leaves
to distribute it among all the villagers. Any food item wrapped in such leaves
tastes delightfully awesome.
The meal
triggered few pleasant nostalgic conversations with each mouthful. It was truly
divine experience to celebrate a meal with Panchatatwas(The Water, Air, Fire,
Earth and Sky) which is the real driving force of a life. The reason why the ‘Maachli
Farmstay’ is called experiential comes from this feeling of subtle connection.
The next day
our farming activity started with a great enthusiasm. Each day unfolded beautiful
moments. The Guests at Maachli willingly visited the place to experience
farming. Its less about working in the fields but more about feeling of being
Son of a Soil.