Few days back, I went to a village to meet someone with my mom. As my mom doesn’t trust my driving, so she insisted to take public transport. We took a 3-wheelar in which there were other villagers also. It was fun travelling with them and at the same time I was thinking about the problems faced by the farmers of our nation. They were actually talking about the incentives given to them. They were saying that no incentives reaches to them and ministers are all corrupt.
In the changing times, they still face the problem of dowry. For the name sake, the roads are built every year but still the pathetic condition of the roads says it all. It’s mainly because of the poor quality of material used and the huge commissions taken by the ministers, contractors and middle men, from the funds. They were actually hailing our one of the previous leaders- Lal Bahadur Shastri who made huge efforts in uplifting the farmers of India
After some time we reached a point from where we had to walk in order to go to the desired village called Manakpur. As I was walking, I was recollecting the words of our Marketing professor who once said that “when HUL recruits anyone from the colleges like NITIE :D, IIMs, SPJ, then the very first posting he/she gets is in the villages of Bihar or UP because if he can generate sales in those villages then he can be successful anywhere in India”. And that, let me tell you, holds very true. While walking, I also noticed one thing that some of the small children passing by us greeted my mom by saying “Namaste ji”. When I asked my mom that does she know them, she answered no and told me that they give respect to everyone who comes from the city. Now that’s something called the Culture of India which is almost hidden in our modern cities.
We reached there and met the person concerned. We also had lunch which they served us so respectfully. While returning again we had to walk a certain distance. While walking we encountered some farmers who were reaping small plantlets of sarso. My mom saw them and asked to give some sarso to us as she never spares a single instance of getting something discounted or free. I was feeling a bit awkward. When my mom asked about money then those farmers refused. For them, 10-25 rupees doesn’t make much difference. That’s the kind of heart carried by our farmers.
After I came back, I thought that though our FM declares that we are growing @ 7.9% even in these recessionary times but still we can’t see that 7.9% growth in these villages. That is only confined to our cities. Still a lot needs to be done to make our villages as dreamt by late Mr. Lal Bahadur Shastri. To make India Delhi India
