Home is where heart is and my heart has always been in and around nature. This trip to a small village near Kherwada will always be one of the most memorable one for me. From small ponds to the large Patel community where everybody knew each other each and every memory was a special one. This small village on the outskirts of Kherwada is called Nichla Turia about 40km away from the bus stand surrounds itself with beautiful mountains, small manmade lakes, rice farms birds and so much more. The community has established itself there for years. The village is comparatively developed and the money majorly comes from Quwait. The only men in the village were the one above the age of 60 or below the age of 19 who were still educating themselves. Most of the male members were out of the village working. It was beautiful to see how well the people were living in harmony. Everybody was there for each other just like a large family only living in different houses. Everyone was self sufficient be it food water or other basic necessities.
Another interesting thing was the way the houses were built. They were more of compartmentalized between the brothers of the family and parents lived with the elder one. From a special place to keep water that they called kitchen to beautiful wall art that said shub-labh and welcome made you feel homely. The moment you enter in the village you see a small government school. And the road further takes you to all other houses. Every house has its own small area where they keep their buffaloes and cattle and this is one of the important part of their lifestyle as it provides them milk, ghee, paneer dahi and all other dairy products. These animals also help them in their traditional agriculture practices. Some of the most grown crops there are wheat, rice and corn. For vegetables the village usually is dependent on other villages. Something that I personally felt was missing was good training and mentor-ship in the field of agriculture and education. Even the closest government school was only till class 4th. The caste-ism existed but the same time it didn’t. The villages were tolerant of the adivasis, thou their kids studied in the same school but there were never really considered as part of the community. Everybody respected each other but still the superstitions were so deep rooted that it was difficult for the people to adapt suddenly.
The mountains were as green as they can get. The air was fresh and the water had a taste of its own. The village was self sufficient and content in itself. This visit of mine really made me question about the things we ask for in life. Do we really need them? Do these needs and want really make our life easy or complex? Just like other animals were we not just suppose to be born, live and die. Has this development in the city made us less human?