did give us the big scare.
I was looking down the barrel, the paddy nursery was ready to be transplanted, ….. i was in turmoil, inedible grasses was thriving in the nursery, weeding had to be done, the possibility of losing about INR 25-30k was becoming a realm of possibility. Only thing possible was to watch the skies, scratch the head, bite the nails………
After a month since the houdini act, she comes back again with brute force on July 14th
in ankle-deep slush for a good 9hrs a day
rains lashing continuously
in winds strong enough to lift you up & deposit oneself a good 10 ft away
squat in the slush & uproot the saplings, tie them neatly in bundles, carry it & place it where transplanting is on, meanwhile a plough will be action to get the field ready, then transplant the saplings by bending down for hours….
no clothes will dry, so everyday morning one gets back into wet clothes
no electricity, so we cannot run the fan to dry the clothes
return from the field by 7pm cook a meal, have a hot shower, by 8pm one is into deep sleep.
To take a paddy crop isn’t for the weak-hearted, the skin of the legs & the hands take a toll, they started peeling off, i was literally shivering in the cold. Since the whole village also started transplanting at the same time we couldn’t get any more people to come & help us. Thanks to my spirited & brave co-workers (Prakash & Vimal) we managed to finish this most important task of the year. (read: transplantation). We depend so much on rice year round for my co-workers family who stays on the farm, our 5 dogs, plus for my family. This is easily the most important crop for us, we cannot afford to take chances, nor can we afford to fail.
While narrating the above to a friend who owns land about a few kms before our farm this question was posed to me ….Which is easier : to grow paddy or to buy rice from the shops ?
The answer is crystal clear: We’ve to grow it ourselves.