Rain fury

During the first three weeks of July the rains were steady. However this years transplantation was really slow and arduous. Since everyone in the village had started  transplantation at the same time we couldn’t get many people to come and help us. So for the whole two weeks it was just four people who did all the required tasks. It was harrowing, laborious, back breaking & relentless. Working continuously in the slush for 9 hours a day, for two weeks without a break, in unabating rain, strong winds, mosquito bites all over the body. I don’t know from where our co-workers derived the strength to do this formidable task. Red Salute !

start

Also there was added tasks this year with the Buffalo’s & Hens. In the morning cleaning the buffalo house & the Chicken house takes a good couple of hours, then in the afternoon the buffalo’s have to be taken grazing for another 3-4 hours. Plus one person would be busy with cooking tasks. So at any given time it was only two people who were able to work continuously.

There was no pre-monsoon this year, so all the tree plantations was done only after the rice & millet transplantation. Extensive reinforcements of the fence has been carried out & a line of Vetiver grass has been added to our already thick live fence. Lemon grass has also been added around our rice fields, giving it a nice aesthetic touch.

In between there has been a few heavy showers, once partner and me just managed to get out from the farm at the nick of time,just before the water started gushing over the bridge. Otherwise we would have been stuck for more than 5 hours due to the heavy deluge & lack of visibility. For the last 10 days it has been heavy to very heavy showers. Going to the farm can be an intoxicating drive watching nature just rejuvenating itself with an immense show of flora, the bird calls & raw beauty.

However, these days the drive is full of certain dangers. 1) There is always the fear of landslides. The hills are simmering due to the overuse of earth moving machines, a big natural disaster is bound to happen any time. I had witnessed one unfold in front of my eyes last year & i really don’t want to witness another one. 2) Beyond our village a newly made bridge was washed away, however there was no casualties. Down in Mahad, a shocking tragedy took place where the people who were driving their respective vehicles didn’t realise, nor see that the bridge over River Savitri, which they were about to cross was already washed away by the river in spate. Reading about it or watching the footage brings tears of helplessness. 3) Another danger which always lurks during this season is the drunken revellers. Lumpen elements from Pune come here during the weekends, firstly they drive so badly, they are so loud and always wants to create trouble, they disrespect the local people, especially the women, they leave behind tonnes of garbage, basically they behave as if its their right to destroy & disrupt. This year there has been an marked increase in this rowdy behaviour and hopefully the villagers will give them a fitting reposte which would teach them a lesson for life. I remember a few years back after a drunken altercation with a villager, many people from the village had gathered and smashed the windowpanes of their car & kept the revellers tied up in a house for more than 12 hours, till the cops came & took them away. Something worse is bound to happen this year.

Coming back to the rain fury…

Logically speaking, a region, which receives more than 3,000-mm average rainfall in a year, shouldn’t be suffering of water shortage in the months of summer. Agreed, Basalt rock has poor porosity & Red soil doesn’t allow much seepage of water. However for seven years i have been witnessing the lethargy of the government officials towards farmers & agriculture in general. Last summer only intensive work should have gone in making Swales & small 2ft check dams. Just a small intervention would have made a world of difference for the farmers. Now, who actually stands to gain from this bumper rainfall ? Does a farmer stands to gain ? No. The rainwater is gone into the arabian sea 25kms away in a matter of hours. Only city dwellers, Industries & Sugarcane farmers stand to gainwill be receiving 24 hour water supply. Would it be a fallacy to predict one more drought starting March 2017 ? As someone recently said “….how agonised we are about how people die, how untroubled we are by how they live….”


August is a really important month for this country, however the resemblance of the person in helm and Zia-ul Haq is so real. They almost look alike. Zia had destroyed a beautiful country called Pakistan in 10 years & the present Junta is following his footsteps. Hopefully i will not be alive after 10 years to see our beloved country ripped apart.

Today, Irom Sharmila broke her fast in Imphal, friends, supporters, sisters-in-arms gathered at Jantar Mantar to sing, acknowledge and celebrate her unimaginably courageous and resolute struggle for 16 long years. The date August 9 holds memory…it’s the day when fighters for India’s freedom were arrested during the Quit India movement under the Armed Forces Special Powers Ordinance…the forebearer to the present Armed Forces Special Powers Act. Irom Sharmila’s solitary resistance against it should seed a new phase in the movement against it. A pamphlet distributed at Jantar Mantar put it this way,”HUMANE, DEMOCRATIC SOLUTIONS ARE NEEDED TO SOLVE REAL PROBLEMS FACED BY PEOPLE, DIALOGUE RATHER THAN REPRESSION.”

August 20th is also one of the saddest for the citizens of Pune…read it once more here

Peace, love, Khudā Hāfiz.

Nature’s gift

Its been almost 3 months since i wrote anything. For once there wasn’t anything to write home about. Yes, i was depressed due to the the water situation & there were parts of the farm especially, the one where we had planted fodder i couldn’t get myself to even look at. The river was barren, the water level in our open well was literally ‘rock bottom’. I kept concentrating a lot on our small but beautiful nursery which has given us thousands of new plants to be planted. Otherwise everything was kept minimal. With a bit of time in my hands i also made a forage into another mode to survival, it has kept me on my toes. During April & May with temperatures hitting 40 deg C the farm somehow had managed to remain green without any irrigation. Indeed a very good sign of improvement in the organic content in the soil.

This has been the first time in all these years that we have had various things growing all through the 12 months. We have never eaten so many Brinjals in our life, Climber beans were freaking out, the Chillies kept coming & coming, Pumpkins kept surprising us. When Tomatoes were priced at Rs 120/- INR, we had our produce from the farm. Friends & neighbours in Pune are happy to buy all our produce. Everyone has been commenting about the freshness in taste of our products. Rice, Wheat, Onions have all found buyers & a loyal clientele, its been fun. We have been thinking of making a ‘Logo’ and thinking of some creative packing material which is not expensive. As of now our ‘loyal clientele’ has been passing on used plastic bags. However the biggest hit of all were the big sized Avacados. Sunflowers & Sesame were harvested just before the first showers & we will be making our own oil. By the first week of June we had sowed our Rice.

There were no pre-monsoon showers which meant we didn’t get the window to propagate our Bamboo. We just had light drizzles right till the 20th of June. On that day when i came down the last valley coming into our farm the transformation got tears of joy falling off my eyes seeing the gift of nature. Now till March 2017 there is money in the bank read as “there is water in the well”  :-)

Almost 90% of the tree planting is over, Coming Monday we start the biggest task of the year i.e Rice transplantation, wish us luck !! The rains also bring other issues which can be problematic, likelihood of a landslide like last year is very real & scary.

Also please do read about one of the cultural icons of our time who bid us goodbye.

peace, love, khuda hafeez

 

 

shrivelled

When the farm is alive & kicking, i also have a spring in my feet. After our major attempt towards water conservation on the river, which sustained us through for the last 5 months, now nature is saying… that’s it bro, i cannot sustain you for any longer…… now, get lost & dig yourself deep & find other ways to provide moisture to your bloody farm.  With the phenomenal rise  in temperatures in last two weeks, our life support system is going dry. When we lose the life support system our land also goes parched & our plants will shrivel. I also feel the shriveling feeling, sunken, shrunken & wrinkled due to the tension of wondering how to survive the next couple of months. In trying to think of a survival plan i was also down with body pain, low grade fever.life support is going dry

Now the only life support system which we have is our well. We have covered it with cloth so that evaporation is reduced, it is also the only drinking water source for the whole village. We just cannot take a chance with it.

Just now what we have growing is lots of fodder. Maize (which serves as food for both our Buffalo’s & Chickens), a few Sq mtrs of fodder called Lusan grass (alfalfa) for the buffalo’s, some vegetables for home consumption, a small nursery with about thousand different saplings. Add to that we an acre of Onions which needs one more drenching, which we will have to call off. Another plan which has to be called off  is: we were on the verge of getting a few Honey Bee boxes to harvest our own honey, for that we had sown a lot of oil seeds like Sunflower, Mustard & Sesame. Unfortunately that also has to be shelved.

Lack of fodder for the Buffalo’s means for the next two months, we have to provide them with increased intake of Oil seed cakes.

buffs

& also for the Chicken we can provide ready feed available from stores.

The numbers of our birds have really increased & local hoteliers have been regularly buying it from us. We need to keep the numbers going  till the first week of June, which is possible.

Only thing which i cannot compromise nor find any answers to is how to provide moisture for the plants which are growing, especially for the fodder which is so very critical.

maize & lusan grass

All other activity can be downsized.

Only if the Agricultural department & the State machinery had woken up in November 2015, just made a few small & simple check dams along the small rivulets which criss cross the whole taluka, we would’ve avoided this crisis. There are the visits by the ” shades of Whites” in all drought hit villages & handing out false promises. I call them ‘whites’ because they come in white cars, wear white shirts, white pants, all starched, women representatives are also the same & they look so much out of place from the ground reality. Anyway what can one expect from these representatives of the Emperor….

Recently the emperor’s Finance minister presented the budget allocation for the year ahead which he called a pro-farmer budget…..within a week a farmer went outside the gate of where all the emperor’s men sit, took a dose of pesticide & committed suicide…. Why ? Let me quote my mentor here : “Decades ago, when the US military needed to make its many wars more acceptable, or at least less shocking, they came up with the words “collateral damage”. A euphemism for countless thousands of civilians they killed in their wars. The slaughter continued, but sounded so much nicer. The authors of the budget’s sleazy semantics do something similar in their wordplay. The loot of public money, where it’s going, and the intense misery of millions in need—that drowns in collateral cliches”. 

Farmers and production of food is the least of the priority of the present regime. Farmers need freedom (Aazadi) from the present situation, something good has to evolve after this war on the people subsides or when we cross over from this phase, wherein preserving the fertility in agricultural land & water for irrigation becomes real, which will allow all farmers in this country to take 3 crops in a year confidently.  Aazadi asks us about where we are going to, about who we want to be. When the present regime is forcing us to drown, then the movement for Aazadi will free us & take us forward, into the world, into the future.

Peace, love & Aazadi. 

night in slow motion

night in slow motion

Quoting some of Paul Theroux here :

The Tao of travel means that all night you can chase the moving flicker of lights on the zigzag pathways of distant, dark, dense mountain nights, and your eyes and mind are still aching for more. Distances here are not measured with the approximation of the gaze, moving across the landscape, from the remotest expanse of darkness to the kaleidoscope of unexplored light, with people inside little village homes, scattered among leaves and leaf-storms, hiding their tired, humble bodies in warm mud and stone homes, even as the wind howls, or moves in slow motion, softly rattling the windows.

The simple village homes move with the flicker of light and lightness in these undulating mountains, making you fragile and vulnerable and equally humble. They are at once static and floating, suspended in time’s spatial liquidity, like liquid lights, becoming forever nocturnal earth, and camouflaged cosmos, amidst a typically clear and lucid starry night, as sublime as each star marking its infinite self-identity

Across the zigzag journey, the open-to-sky courtyard in a mountain home is not only meant for the crisp morning and afternoon sunshine in this ancient house full of memories, laughter, resilience and love; it acquires life and motion even in the night, like a ship sailing on moving waters looking for a lighthouse, even as the whole world sleeps, dreaming of warmth and sleep. And the creaking, faded blue doors are shut, the lock is in place on the main wooden door, with the house yet again open to the night. As open-ended as its friendly arms full of possibilities, like an open-air amphitheatre with neither audience nor actors, neither sound nor show, only this tangible lullaby of eternal silence moving into the flickering lights of night trucks far away on the mountain roads, hiding, emerging, halting, moving into the spaces of the mysterious journeys of light and dark.

This is an ‘animalic’ night, its density as tangible as a predator in the shadows. As invisible as trees, and the smell of the bark of the trees. As solitary as the little wild pink hill-river flowers. As athletic and detached as the soundless footsteps of singular movement. This is valley and forest, hearth and home, river and grassland, courtyard and sky, and you have nothing but the cold wind surrounding you, eyes moist with sharp relief and sensation, with the absence of desire, almost thoughtless, in harmony with the tangible touch of the dark.

This is a home night out in the home open, the fire is still flickering; it is almost like a forest night, when the forest speaks a million languages of broken twigs, falling leaves, sighs and moans, movements, shadows, raindrops and dewdrops. All the urban architecture inside my heart has already vanished into the blue, all the waters in the eyes have become softened and wet, all the fingers in the hands are warm, angular and slender, and the wind caresses my shirt like old friendships and old wine and forgotten loves.

Here you don’t need a standing ovation. You neither need a success story nor a power trip, nor fame or infamy, nor an ‘Indian of the year’ award. You don’t have to fight or defend. All the ritualistic banalities and stupidities of normalcy are lost in the plains where the slug-fest is on, the barbarians are celebrating, cannibalism flourishes like insatiable hunger, and a relentless blabbering and chatter runs its multiple half-marathons. They are relentless and untiring, and their faces are embedded in the meaningless legends of their own plastic sculptors. Like a pseudo caricature and a perverse desire, bloated with the photogenic  discontents of success.

The more you have, the less you are.

So, here in this ship-night of darkness, all that is less becomes more. Your lips become cold but they are parched and it feels nice. Your hands become cold, but they are open and leafy, full of blue veins, and they are fine. Your eyes are moist, but these are neither tears nor saline waters.

Morning arrives with the gaze. Light spreads like honey and the smoke of old wood. The sun comes and creeps into the horizontal and vertical courtyard, moving into the valley without suspense or surprise. Some miracles are bound to happen. Even barbarians can’t touch them………

good morning.good morningpalash - Copysilk cotton tree

You light a cigarette. The tea is hot and life’s suffering has a taint of good.

Peace & love

 

Let there be Wheat…..

Let me take you visually through our fields since we sowed Wheat in the 4th week of November 2015

wheat first week

2nd week of December 2015

wheat fields @  7am.

4th week of December 2015

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Mid January 2016

wheat

4th week of January 2016

wheat getting ready

Except for a couple more of watering the hard work of growing is over.  However anything can happen from now & the harvest. Wild Boars can come in & feast on it, stray cattle can also do the same, Deers have been trying their luck once in a while, Unexpected showers can destroy everything……

Peace, love &  Khudā Hāfiz

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Sadly, two people whom i had never met crossed over to the other side.

Comrade A. B. Bardhan was an inspiration throughout his life. A true shining beacon of India. Bardhan was a leader who was never allured by the trappings of power, pelf or patronage. His life style was that of a Communist and a working class leader. Bardhan was frank and forthright and had no guile or pretense. He was a prime example of how Marxism shapes the character and actions of a Communist leader.

The other death is really sad & shocking. A very promising life was nipped & destroyed by the present bhraminical nazi rulers of present day India. Yet, Rohit remains an inspiration in his death. Please do read his final letter, before he left us: My birth is my fatal accident.

Laal salaam & Jai Bheem

Turmeric harvest

We have started to harvest our turmeric/haldi & its been quite a satisfying experience. Basically i am satisfied with the quality of the rhizomes, which means we have good planting material, good for pickling & a powder which is full of aroma & fragrance. In Indian cooking at least half tsp of turmeric powder is used everyday, many people use it to apply on their skins, and also is used extensively in weddings, its applied on wounds & we also put a spoon of haldi powder in the drinking water of our hens.

Sadly the turmeric powder which is available in the market is adulterated with colours like Metanil yellow & sometimes Red Oxide of Lead

haldi

The process of making the powder is simple.

  1. Boil the rhizomes till they are soft enough for a matchstick to go through it.
  2. Dry it in the sun for a few days
  3. Scrape it in a gunny bag to remove the skin
  4. Take it to the mill & make the powder

Peace, love & if anyone needs one of this sublime gift from our soil; please do contact us.

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“…………….On February 16, 2015, Govind Pansare, a public intellectual and rationalist, was shot at, at point-blank range, outside his house in Kolhapur. His English translation of Shivaji Kon Hota?  from the Marathi original of a 1987 speech was one among many important quick turnaround books published after the murder to retrieve the texts and ideas for which Pansare, Narendra Dabholkar and M.M. Kalburgi were killed. Indeed, Kalburgi’s murder, in August this year, turned out to be a tipping point, and sparked a movement by writers and artists to protest increasing incidents of intolerance in India. Writers, with Nayantara Sahgal among the most prominent and articulate in stating their concern, returned their Sahitya Akademi awards, to protest the institution’s — and the Central government’s — inaction on defending freedom of speech and expression. Soon enough, the movement caught the imagination of civil society — with film directors, artists and scientists joining the protests, and leading historians issuing statements — and the questions raised will surely continue to demand answers in the new year………….”

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adios till 2016 with despair & hope

 

two buffalo’s enter our lives…

A few months i was at my friend Keshav’s place for a usual chat about this, that & the other. While walking around his place he was showing me his cows, horses, dogs, rabbits, goats, pigeons etc. We were also talking about the lack of fertility in the soil in our farm & the need to introduce a few animals for their valuable piss & shit to make our soil fertile. He, as is his wont asked me do you want animals for their milk or for their piss & shit ? I said… obviously for their piss & shit. He pointed out to his two buffalo babies and asked me: Do you want them ? If you are interested you can take them, because i am running out of space here for these buffalo’s, you will get loads of piss & shit for your farm & if you look after them properly you will also get good quantity of milk also. I said, let me check with partner and also with my co-workers. Everyone said: YES. One fine day last week they endured a ride of 90kms in an enclosed van to reach our farm.

Here they are, this beauty is the naughty one who likes to sprint around a bit, she is a Murrah Jaffri.

murrah jaffri

The second one is slightly older and more regal. She is a Murrah Mehsana 

murrah mehsana

They both looked very happy ever since they got down from the van, even our dogs which otherwise are very wary of buffalo’s was going up to them & smelling them. My co-workers are very confident in their own way on how to go about looking after them. I am a complete novice & i am educating myself on the same. I’ve been slowly learning the nuances of taking them out grazing, their feed, additional supplements, de-worming, health concerns and their general well-being. Observing them closely everyday is a good learning experience, their behaviour, their body parts, their gait, their eating habits, their pooh, listening to their rumblings in their tummy etc, etc.

It’s a whole new chapter in our lives, its one of those surprises which suddenly pops up from nowhere, with their valuable piss & shit surely its going to be a game-changer in our farm. I can already see some difference in the form of healthier soil which is expressing itself by giving us healthier plants…….. thanks Keshav !!

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In the mean while Feku & his band of 56″ terrorists has been trying very hard to make us turn a blind eye to reality that keeps pointing towards great inequality, religious polarisation, gender violence, caste violence, dismal health issues and poverty of our beloved country. If we question any of these genuine concerns we are hounded as anti-national.

peace, love & proud to be anti-national

Everybody loves a drought

The inefficient & insensitive Agricultural department in our area will surely drive some farmers in our village to suicide. If any farmer from Velhe taluka commits suicide its the Agricultural department & their staff (who also pose as land agents) who should be held responsible for the deaths.

Anyone who is into farming in the western part of this country will know the first 6 months of 2016 is going to be a very, very difficult period. There will be not a drop of water….. it’s going to be a bloody drought.

I’ve been following up with the officials of the Agricultural department & urging them to be sensitive to this issue, become farmer friendly (& not anti-farmer) & do the temporary check dams on the river. On the other hand i’ve been urging the villagers to get together & volunteer & to do these things on our own. Because making a check dam isn’t any rocket science even dumb asses like me can do it. It’s just that we need physically strong people to come together for a couple of days, so that we can fill up the sacks with material from the river side & check the flow of water. If every 500mtrs  had a check dam along our tiny river everything will be so different & will be thriving with life.

We have so many such initiatives from farmers who have come together in different villages in Maharashtra and have successfully done Temporary Check dams, Permanent check dams, Swales & taking their winter crops without any ado. Sonapur, Hivre bazar are just a couple of examples which are  showing us the way.

In our village why doesn’t it happen ? We get big news like 60 villages in Velhe Taluka has been declared eco-sensitive. 337 villages in Pune district have been declared eco-sensitive. Our Gram-Panchayat  Kellud is also declared eco-sensitive. There was a Gram sabha (village meeting) held on this issue a few weeks back which people in the village wanted me to attend & give inputs on what does it mean to be declared as an eco-sensitive zone etc.

For creating a thriving eco-sensitive zone apart from protecting the forests, we have to protect our water bodies, that really is the key. Unifying the whole area on this issue is going to be a huge ask.

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I had repeated meetings with the concerned Agricultural Officer (AO) to remind him of the impending drought situation & to change his avatar from a ubiquitous land agent to a concerned Agricultural Officer.

Finally one day he called me:

AO: i am dropping 300 empty cement bags on your farm

me: so….. what i am i supposed to do ?

AO: You, start the work & i will be bringing all my senior officers to your farm.

me: Why don’t you come to the village & we can have a meeting with all the villagers & see if they are willing to do shramadhan (voluntary labour) for a day or two.

AO: No, you call the people yourself & start the work & i need to show to my higher officials that we’ve initiated this program in these villages.

Me: will the Agriculture department reimburse the wages to me

AO: We, will see, you just start the work

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We have done a Check dam on our own initiative, the AO  has not even bothered to call me and ask for the payment muster & not even a mention of what he will be able to reimburse. I am sure he would be secretly presenting a muster & pocketing all the monies himself & having a good laugh at my expense. I am sure he will be bringing his senior officials & showing this check dam which we made ourselves as something which he did, there will photographs taken & reports written on how the potential drought situation in Kellud Gram Panchayat was foreseen & how the AO has prevented it. How people from a 5 km radius of our village are coming for water to this river etc, etc.

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Just see the level of water a few days back when we started the work

before the work

After we finished the work in a couple of days just see the “water bank” we’ve created. We’ve made sure that in our village there is going to enough water for every living organism till June 2016.

water bank

The presence of water makes our tiny village so vibrant & full of life

water bank1

If just 10 people work for a couple of days makes so difference, i hate to repeat myself, however i feel this intervention we’ve done makes a difference between living & dying in our village.

15 years back one of my mentors P. Sainath had written Everyone loves a good drought…..

Now i am seeing the same story unfolding in front of my own eyes.

Peace & love

Ambe Halad/ Mango ginger

Also known as “Mango ginger” (Curcuma amada) is a powerhouse of medicinal properties. It has anti-inflamatory properties as well as anti-biotic, anti-fungal, anti-oxidant properties as well.

It does help to get rid of throat infections, nasal & trachio-bronchial congestions. It is also used to relieve hiccups in an infusion. Its powder is also used for various skin problems as well.

It contains Curcuma, a blood revitalizing agent as it removes lipids (fatty substances) from the blood and regulates platelets which prevent dangerous blood clots. It is also Carminative (relieves flatulence).

We do have quite a lot of Ambe Halad this year, all getting ready to be harvested. We have also started pickling it. Pickling is quite simple, however the cleaning & cutting them into thin strips does take a long time. One pickle is without oil, it’s just lemon juice, green chillies & salt & the second one is with a bit of oil, fenugreek seeds, mustard, asafoetida, chilli powder & salt

mango ginger pickle

Peace & love.

new experiments

prep for potatoI like to grow a billion things on our farm …..however such thoughts ain’t within the realms of possibilities. Having said that i like to push myself & my co-workers to explore new ground both professionally & personally. Unless we push ourselves to do that we will never progress as a farm, as a team & more importantly we will never grow ourselves as more humble human beings.

This is so important to us farmers because for most of the time it’s just a dialogue between us & the mother earth. Questions which we ask her, are answered back to us in the form of more questions. Even otherwise in normal life i hardly find the necessity to speak or talk. So if i spend 5 days on the farm i would’ve muttered a few mono-syllables to my co-workers, to the hens, to the dogs…. otherwise its just a constant silent dialogue/ arguments/ counter-arguments/ thesis/ anti-thesis & hopefully some synthesis with mother earth. The problem is that this bloody ‘synthesis’ isn’t going to happen too soon either. Till then we shall continue probing mother earth day-in, day-out !!

On the agenda this year for our Rabi (winter) crop has been Potatoes, Ground nuts, Garlic, Wheat, Onions. In the meantime we are very proud recipients to a very special & surprise gift of two young beautiful buffalo’s from a friend (more on the beauties later), so for these beauties we’ve to grow fodder also! Gosh, with this kind of work-load i am kind of sorted out till March 2016.

PotatoIf one goes by this growing chart to grow potatoes, it seems to say: insert a small potato into the ground, within 110 days the potato would’ve multiplied & each plant would be giving about a Kilogram of potatoes…..only if life was so simple. Our Potatoes have been hit by rot, wilt, blight & what not !

potato

About 100 kg of seeds was planted, in a few weeks time i will know where i stand: will i get 40% marks or 60% marks ? Whatever it is, i will not be disheartened, because i know whatever i did this time, i can do better next time because of the constant dialogue with mother earth. Inter cropping with Mustard didn’t work out, So now we’ve inter cropped it with Urad dal (black Lentil).

Messrs Ground nut/peanuts have germinated superbly. ground nutThey have been inter cropped with Corn. After the setback with the Potatoes i am really keen to down some wine of success with this Ground/pea nuts as also with Garlic.  In the mean time we are also getting our fields ready big time for a shot at Wheat & also Onions.

For so much of planting, water for irrigation is going to be very critical in the coming months. The river is going to dry up soon in a month or so & the agriculture department as usual is a no-show to help us in making a temporary check-dam. Each household in our village has more than 50 goats & many cattle:

Where will they find drinking water till June 2016 ?

Peace & love.