Friday, January 23, 2009

A different perspective

I wake up at 5 in the morning - there's no alarm clock to do it, but i must wake up early if I wish to live. Go out and do the morning chores before the sunlight arrives - because i stay in the desert and there is no place other than the bushes to give me and my wife some privacy in some of life's most mundane tasks. Then she walks 5 kms to the place where the water tanker unloads. In the meanwhile, I start the pump with much efforts and diesel costlier than my blood starts pumping water onto my field some time later...

I walk all day on the salty land, amidst salty water, barefooted - because the rubber boots my wife made out of some tires could not give me the strength I needed to do my job. I work all morning- while my younger kids wake up and wait for the school to start. They stare intently in one direction - at a hut 6 kms away, covered with some plastic and tin shelters. A small flicker of mirrors by the teachers tells them its time to come to school now - and they joyously signal back with our broken mirror. They hop to school along the desert mud, joyously because the school has some toys, some friends and food to eat. My older kids work with me in the water now. We work till the sun above our heads starts to burn the scalp and the skin, I get out of the water only to see my leg shrinking further. My joints ache when I sit down for a meal, but I put on a brave smile - they say there will be some students from some well known management college in Ahmedabad here to study us today ... Maybe they can do something to explain why my life is so...

5 comments:

PritS said...

Thanks SCEB. We got to see some of this. Now our responsibility is to do justice to whatever we saw by making a worthwhile video so that even others get to see what we saw that day...

Jiten said...

In one word."Hearttouching". I never knew empathy is one for your strong qualities. I am touched by the last line my eyes were almost wet. Guess what I am sitting right here in the class and could not resist typing this. Rahul one thing that you have earned today is ma Respect. Hats off!!!!!! Keep the spirit.If possible let your prof also read this

anuj said...

no words can explain the life a salt farmer better than this. story is simple yet painfull. U made all those memories of salt field visit fresh into my eyes.

monk_who_nvr_had_a_ferrari said...

hi dere,
i ws really touched by ur empathy for the salt farmers...saw the video too..i wish u keep this spirit up..i heard u guys r capable of doing wonders..bt nvr saw one doing same here...believe me our country need social entrepreneur more than investment bankers ..
hope to see more from you..

regards,
monk

varun said...

Touching?? Really?? Ya i guess it is.. I was cursing the prof that morning but yeah after experiencing the whole thing, i feel really lucky. Nicely written parcel.. Btw for guys who don't know, parcel(sr) would be contesting against parcel (jr) at chaos'09 :-D