Friday, September 18, 2009

Coup On Agriculture – Village Life And City Style – 2[Gold Vs Food]

No skyscrapers, no flyovers, no busy roads can remind us such nature and natural feelings. To explain this fact, I tell you, a story of phantasy.

అనగా అనగా …………..

Once upon a time, there was a country. It has good water sources as rivers and tanks, good fertile land so that the country was prosperous one and wealthy. People of that country were hard working and sincere.

Days were passing happily. One year, at the time of crops thrashing, two Sister Goddesses, Dhanya lakshmi i.e. Goddess of crops and Dhana Lakshmi i.e. Goddess of money came to visit the country in invisible form. In conversation, they felt competitive with each other in the context of which Goddess is more liked by people. They wanted to find the result practically. They kept heaps of crops and gold coins on the either side of the roads & ways in the country. When people watched these heaps, they ran towards the heaps of gold coins, gathered the coins in bags and carried them to their houses. No body even touched a granule of crops. The Goddess of wealth, Dhana Lakshmi smiled at Dhanya Lakshmi, Goddess of crops with victory.

Dhanya Lakshmi felt sad and left from that country. People didn’t notice it. They were dancing with joy by having the heaps of gold coins.

When they hungry, they wanted to cook rice, but these were no edible rice but gold rice. When they looked for water, it was liquid gold. Same case with milk and other drinks. When they looked for fruits and other eatables all were golden.

People were hungry, thirsty and tired some. Finally, they realized their mistake and prayed Goddess Dhanya Lakshmi. As a mother, Goddess excused them and gave food to them. People were happy!

That’s the entire story.

I read this story some where in my childhood.

This reminds us the famous song of Bhadra chalam Ramadas, as
“లక్షాధికారులైనా లవణా మన్నము గానీ
బంగారు కణికలు మ్రింగా లేరుగా మంచి
పలుకే బంగార మయేనా కోదండరామ”
That means even millionaires also have to eat salt and rice only, but not golden lumps. This word itself is gold, Sri Rama!

In the famous Telugu Novel “వేయి పడగలు” i.e. thousand hoofs written by Sri Viswanatha Satyanarayana in another famous autobiography “నా జీవన వేదం” i.e. My Life Veda written by Sri Dasarathi Ranga charya, the village life was described in detail. I had little experience with such village life, and a lot of familiarity through reading and listening to elders.


In ancient times, there were no seed companies, no fertilizer companies and no pesticides companies. The farmers themselves and the villagers themselves were all the seed producers, fertilizers producers and pesticide makers.

I’m referring the time of farmers before the robbery of British etc foreigners. In those days, though there were blind believes, superstitions, theft and flood fear, but people had enough wealth to lead comfortable life and to feel satisfaction about life. There were enough and relevant teachers and scholars to motivate the people to think and feel properly as well as to improve their maturity. There were enough and relevant ruling system and religious customs, cultural traditions to keep the people under the control of discipline and sincerity.

Once upon a time, agriculture life means an every day festival. Now the agriculture life means an everyday danger. In past, the farmers used to celebrate or remark every event and every stage of their cultivation. When the monsoon rains start, the farmer’s wife used to prepare ‘Pongali’ and perform Pooja. The farmer’s children used to devote the agricultural tools. On the first day, when the ploughing starts in every season, there was a little celebration.

When the first crop yields, they used to dedicate it to God. They used to hang the corn at the windows of their houses as food offering to sparrows and other birds. Now almost sparrows are disappeared from our lives. When the thrashing start, they used to devote the bamboo plates i.e. ‘Chata’ and mortar, as a symbol of yield. When the crop carried to house, the farmers used to offer ‘Pongali’ i.e. Sweet dish with new rice, jaggery and milk to God in Village Temples. This they perform as a group. There created a limit less spirituality, which can be shared in the group to remind them as “if we distribute material and love among us, it will increase like anything!”

Later, any way they celebrate the harvest festival i.e. Sankranthi [Pongal]. The name of festival will change place to place, but mode and spirit of festival is same everywhere. The coup makers i.e. CIA, ISI, Ramoji Rao and their supporters like Corporate companies had successfully and strategically demolished that network of farmers and they ruined the life style of farmers.

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