May 15 to May 30th, 2019
I went there because I wanted to start a farm, a pig farm but later our mind changed to go for a goat farm and reason for it is- it’s maintenance cost is lower than the pig farm. I and my two friends, had invested for this venture but every day we would feel that we need to invest more to start getting revenues. Only after we increase our goats count more than 50 or 100 we could start selling few and now we had only 15 which we bought for approximately 1 lakh rupees.
Now I was going there to see how actually it has all begun and running after.
Basavakalyan, the name given to that village, is most probably because once upon a time Basaveshwara had settled there for a while and even you can find the Anubhava mantapa, today there is a 108 foot tall statue of Basaveshwara, which can be seen as you just enter the village.
The living standard of people is still lower than you can generally expect but they’re making enough income almost equal to a middle class parent earning in a city. The people in this village has understood the value of education and one can find good number of schools and colleges in the developing village and few more coming up.
This was the third time I’m visiting, previously in 2013 and 2015. Both of my previous visit lasted maximum one week but this time I had decided to be there for two months or atleast one month!
The first time I landed there I was terrified by the idea of littering outside in open because on the way to the village I saw many doing the same, fertilising the field! But even more terrified me was that I could see many of the womens had to go out for the same! But finally when I reached my friend’s house, I felt a big sigh of relief seeing the toilet, even though it was outside his house because after having an overnight journey which was approximately 17-18 hours in bus altogether, one must have to clean his inside garbage.
After getting freshen up, I had the meal which was for me one of the tastiest, especially, the chapati with ladyfingers bhaji, there is something magical about this combination because wherever I had this combination I always cherished the moment, which anyone could make out looking at the big smile on my chewing while chewing it.Yummy! Also not to miss out mentioning the tasty rice and dal which is daily food of atleast millions of Indians if not a billion though every household will have a slight different taste.
So it was then time to visit his grandparent’s home which is about 15 kms far from his home. Now it’s really different thing traveling that distance in the city and same distance in those village, obviously the main reason is road but also the fields of different crops, every set of people indulging in their specific set of work but let me tell it was disgusting if you set on your journey early morning around 7 or 7.30 as you will people littering outside!
Well I hope there is a toilet in grandparent’s home and Thankfully it was there in most of the household because of some initiative taken by their panchayat and government but again not even 5-10% were using it as they gaha got used to their usual rituals.
So after riding for around 45 minutes, I reached to the house of our sweet lovely old couples, still showing us that husband-wife can stay together forever and ever.
Their house was just like a typical village type, old one may be built in Gandhi era, but they had built adjoining rooms and roofs for them slowly expanding their small territory and now if utilised properly atleast a family of 10-15 can comfortably live there.
Both were active, fit and in action whole day even though having grandchildren equal to my age and even elder to me! Seeing that place I thought for a while I can manage with it for a month or two as I had to stay there, already I had carried my luggage with my minimum dress I ever required to pass my days. After having small conversation with grandparents, mostly with Grandma because grandpa is not stable in one place always moving here and there, you can rarely find him in his house.
So next we went to check out the farm, goat farm. As I had seen in the pics earlier it was as it is. The shed was small but capable to of grazing 100-150 goats and now there were 30 goats including bigher and smaller ones. My friend’s dad had appointed one caretaker to look after the goats and take them in the fields to have their feed.
After spending some time in the farm planning out about what next can be done, we went back home.
At home, there were two cows and a dog. They haven’t given them any names but the cows had good bonding with both the grandparents as the dog was just adopted then.
Now the biggest issue of all was food. Their roti and dal or saar whatever granny prepared was totally of different taste for me and very difficult to digest or even put into my mouth and pass it further inside. She used to prepare rotis once in the morning 10-15 or 20 which was enough till night as each person at a time can eat not more than 2 or 3. Morning it will fine but the same roti in the afternoon and night will become hard which without a hot saar or dal would be difficult to digest or chew. And obviously there’s no reheating ritual. You will have to eat as it is, and I couldn’t. Three times the same meal was difficult for me as in my home in the city I get tasty breakfast and meals with some good curry and side dish.
I had to manage but soon I realized that I couldn’t stay there more than a week but I did because apart from food everything was fine. Room, washroom, people, farm all good! Meanwhile I also attended three marriage! All in a span of one week and all three were of nearby neighbors, it felt as I had gone there to attend those marriages. It was special in their own way,