Daily Life of My Ancestor!

Who is my ancestor?

Who's yours?

Yours' might be kings, business men and Pujaris.. I come from a more humble back ground.. My ancestors are peasants... Peasants???

Thats what I can tell about 5 generations backwards.... My Father was also a farmer... Thats what I used to write in my School Dairy.. Oh He actually was... But not 6 AM to 9 PM farmer... just a farm manager...

There are 3 kinds of Farmers...

One who actually does farming.....

One who manages farming with help of agriculture labourers......

One like me sitting here, writing stuff, getting some money out of leasing out land to other farmers.....

My father was a type 2 farmer, I am type 3... My great grand father was type 1 farmer... I missed my grand father... He is none of that... He was an intellectual brat with high qualifications.. and Did nothing.. Yes nothing!

So it is like this....The type 1-  The people who had lands, used to cultivate their land and used to earn bread.... They used to employ lower middle class to help them with cultivation... So, It was everyone's hard work who got food to everyone irrespective of who owned or who don't!

When there was drought... Everyone used to suffer... but good ones used to share the food with poor/needy and used to wait for another good season....

They are incredibly hardworking. They get up early in the morning even before the cockcrow. They care for nothing — may it be winter, summer or rain.  They used to work work work and die.

Everyone wanted to be happy and secure better future for themselves and their kids.... And their Land...

They used to Celebrate only those festives and sacrifices only meant for the land and corp.. nothing else.

Let me come back to Type 2 - Present day, Teens' parents or grandparents's used to own lands, did not actually do farming... They would not bend their back... They were more of managers. They buy pesticides, get seeds and try to be political.  They used to spend more of their time on politics but used to make sure that agriculture labourers are working by employing by their subordinates on the field... most of the times.. their own wives..

Woman... They were the most powerful managers on the agriculture field and very hard working... They used to manage farm and house with equal enthusiasm and equal love.... If you imagine that farming is occupation of Men.. Then you are totally wrong.. and you need total introspection of yourself!

They tried their best to carry the tradition along.. But may be bad or good.. Many other jobs are getting created.. They started to degrade themselves... and tried to elevate their kids who are studying engineering/medicine... later software engineers and doctors... They did everything to push their kids to good positions irrespective their bad conditions and debt drift lives... They thought earning money is important but not growing crops.... They use to work work talk and die....

Then began collapse of Peasants ancestry..... you only find it in pockets across India... only in remote villages.

Agricultural labourers became new peasants... They started tilling land... buying land from their owners.... though in small number... as they cant afford many....

They started to work hard and followed the footsteps of Type 1 farmers... the input has increased.... thanks to technology and machinery..... But they started feeling the shallowness the type 2 farmer felt... To provide better education and life to their kids... They started taking huge loans from money lenders... hoping they can repay once they get crop in hand... the cycle continues every year.. they keep trying hard... No sleep No food... you can actually see their Nerves... Physically and Mentally... They cant let go..... This actually led to Type 3 farmers like me... I don't feel bad being Type 3.. I am descended of Type 2 and still have love for land what type 1 used to have... There are many in my circle... who are none of it..... They don't feel bad... They actually don't care writing about it too... We just work hard, party harder and die

Its not feeling bad or good about farming..  Just sit back and think.. Who will be the next generation who is going to farm?

Its should be our duty to Wash the face.... Put on Dhoti... Pick the plow ... Carry Plow on our shoulders...  Walk on the those Hard Mounds of Mud....See the Sun hiding his face behind mountains far away..Reach the farm.. Kiss the land... and plunge the sharp blade of the plow into the land... and Start Ploughing...... Any Day!

Proud to be member of Family of Farmers... !

LOVE - Loss Of Valuable Education!!!

Short Films - 90% are just based on the theme of LOVE... I am being humble!

Why 90% of the short films are on LOVE? Why?

I started questioning myself.. I too watched those short films.. and Most of them are Silly!

Does it make LOVE silly? May Be!

How do you judge LOVE? My school going Cousin says... Its Just Loss Of Valuable Education...

Is it So? Don't you think it is just the opposite!!! :D

We need to ask some one who is in Deep LOVE.... At least those who think they are!!! ;)

Whom Should I ask? Married one? or Unmarried? What might they say?

They Say - LOVE is eternal.... Yes, it is... that is why... it is short!!!

As a Kid, I used to think Mother's LOVE is the greatest... In School Mother Theresa's LOVE is the greatest.... In College Someone's LOVE is the greatest... whose LOVE is greatest?

Is their LOVE loss Of Valuable Education? Is theirs a LOVE? or Are we misinterpreting the meaning of Love?

Might be there are many forms of LOVE? what form of love we want at different age levels?

Do you really want LOVE? Many questions unanswered... No time to find answers!!!

Those who have..... Don't bug me :)

Moscow Kasko!!!

I am looking for the cab driver who has to pick me up. I don't know him and I don't know his language.

As Bee hovers over the flowers, I see many taxi drivers wanting to pocket a Foreign Brown Desi not knowing he is Indian or Bangladeshi or Pakistani. That is how he earns extra filthy bucks - Everywhere Story.

At a distance, I see a guy standing, holding my client's placard. I rush to him, He takes me to his car.

On the way to the parking lot, When I just stepped out of the airport... I can feel the twinge of the cold weather... Is Moscow living up to the expectations being a cold city????

I can feel my ears being pulled apart... my nasal airways are finding it hard to control breathe.... my numb hands are hiding under the pockets.... My first time in a sub zero temperatures.... Once inside the cab.... Aah.... what an help!!!

The road to the city from Domodedovo International Airport is vastly deserted for some kilometers with a lot of cars on the way to Airport. The road is wide and slippery...

I tried to converse with the cab driver... He replies in Russian... I speak English... tried universal language... the sign language... did not work!!!!... then comes the miracle... he grabs his smart phone.. opens up a app.... asks me to type English... it just translated to Russian.... and he just the reverse.... It helped!!! Otherwise it was Mute journey to the Grand Marriott Moscow.

605 was my room number. Well, Big room indeed. Cozy Bed - Dozed Off.

Visit to Osweiciem - Aushwitz

Schindler's list is one movie in everyone's list to Watch.

I have had privilege to see all the places where schindler has been too and helped jews/poles out of danger.

Conquering the fear of heights!!!

Acrophobia - I never knew that I have acrophobia until one day in the my college, I was on top of the college building!

Did I do anything to conquer it? Till Date, No. Coz, I just avoid going heights!!! and I rarely get chance to try something super tall!!!


I totally forgot that I have Acrophobia..... Till one day!!!

The day was a Sunday, September the 21th in 2014. Woke up at 4:30 PM, took multiple autos reached Uppal cross roads. Ravi, my colleague with his friend were waiting for me! Along with them, Many others who are going to common destination.

Ravi's friend Pradeep(my friend too!) is driving his Maruti swift on NH9 on 100s. It was decent morning with sun rays hitting the car,some good old songs on the radio, feeling pretty good. I love road trips!

We reached Bhongir, stopped for breakfast - had idly and tomato chutney - tasty! started again towards to Bhongir Fort to do Rappelling.

Till the day before the actual rappelling date, I did not know what Rappelling is. My friends said, its just climbing down the mountain with ropes. It sounded easier :)

Bhongir Fort is situated on rocky mountain - actually an isolated Monolithic Rock. You can view the entire town from the Fort. You cant see the fort from the foot of the hill.

There are steps to climb the hill. But the Group(from HATS) are adamant that we have to climb the hill.

The hill was moderately steep initially. I was able to do good till a point where the inclination suddenly changes to more than 60-70 degrees.

And We need to climb rocks and jump over wedges...

Once I reached the wall.... I was so thinking that... why did not I take steps instead? Due to the fear... I was feeling nauseous.... I laid for a minute and good to normal!!

Nervousness + Fear + Too Many Channels running in the brain = Near Death Experience.

I just arrived at the calculation of near death kind of experience 2nd time in my life when I was near the wall(In the pic)... But As you see I am still alive... a minute of lying down... asserting myself... channeling my thoughts.. being positive... encouraged by others.. A sip of water... cooled me down.. When ever you are down... just sip the water!!! :D

After climbing the wall, We were on our way to the Fort. It was pleasant when we reached the top of the fort. For me, It is a sense of achievement - Overcoming the fear of heights - The fear which I almost forgot that I had it.

Then Comes Rappelling... Surprisingly.... I did not face a moment of fear in this activity!!! this one is more about technique... The more you feel comfortable about to try new things.... the more you will enjoy... I was very happy doing it and I thoroughly enjoyed it....

You will feel like Indian Army men climbing down the Himalayas.... you will feel like Tom Cruise Cruising down the Burj Khalifa..... Its all about the Feeling!!!

End of The day... We all look at our accomplishments.... This one is added to the List!!! Checked!

Visit to Krakow

I am lucky enough to get my first chance to a foreign Nation - It is coupled with more joy as the trip was to Europe - To the city of the Nazi holocaust - Krakow!!

Visit To Berlin - Alexandar Platz, BrandenBerg Tor

Berlin - Capital of Germany - Unification of East and West Germany!!

Berlin has a lot of History!!! I am not going to talk about it :)

This 2nd Major city in Europe I have been to! I had a 10 hour overlay when flying back to India on my first trip to Krakow in the month of August 2014.

I have visited Alexandar Platz, Washinton Platz and Burdenburg Tor among many other things. Below are some of the pics are the above three areas.