Sunday, December 22, 2013

Immersing Into the Village !


It was 10th august, 2012! I was at the Chaupal of the village which is a familiar and informal bus-stop in every village of India. There were children from the school, standing and amazed to see me with the two heavy bags!
 "Didi, athe rahisi, didi athe rahisi, didi athe rahisi" was the loud excitement and everybody on the streets knew that 'didi is going to stay here!' We started walking towards one of my new home stay during village immersion.
Twenty days before this day, I was standing at the same bus stop, knowing nothing about the village except its name. Twenty days before this day, I was walking in search of the school which I was expected to reach to, knowing nothing except the name of the headmaster. And then the journey started with this village, with these people, with these children and with myself. 
A townie, who was craving for rooted experiences had landed in the village with presumptions. I started to live with these people and the conflict began between my conceptions and the reality in front of me.
I started to explore everything from socio- political dynamics to heritage and monuments in the village. The journey began, deepening the thought process.
An entire month was freakish and crazy!
Now, when I am back from a village named Loha situated besides the state highway 7 in Churu district of Rajasthan, I must say, I am certainly enriched with the lifetime experience of staying in the village and gasping the beauty of it in every sense.
The first amazing concept I encountered was Goga, a folk-lord. Devotion of every villager irrespective of his caste and religion towards Goga was highlighted in the community celebration of the festival on the Goga medhi, a temple of Gogaji maharaj situated in a village. The fact amused me because I was a witness to caste and religion based social structure in the very same community.
In context to this, I was also privileged to come across a magnificent concept of ‘dharam-relatives’ where people from different castes & religions establish a relation between each other as a symbol of emotions one shares with the other person. I was touched by their affection and warmth when folks initiated to be my sister, brother, mother and father as I was further immersing with them. Truly being one of them.
I think these evolved traditions are somewhere a cause of harmony amongst these people when one can see widespread rivalry and tensions between various social divisions.
I was also a spectator of celebrations at the village level. In one of my family from village, bhaiyaji was going to go to Muscat for work as a labourer. The ladies from village were invited to sing traditional Marwari songs and to perform rituals to wish good luck to him.
 I, being a person from technologically progressive area, couldn’t ever imagine celebrating such occasions but thinking of the celebration as exaggeration. Here, I could understand the need and exact reason behind celebrating every little occasion so explicitly. I could understand the sanctity behind their emotions.
Being “socially educated and aware”, I was very ambitious about dynamic change. Here, the prejudice was challenged. ‘Early age marriages and superstitions are the setbacks for development’ was a statement I had studied in my textbooks, certainly they are hindrances to the progress but one can’t just think about dynamic reforms to abolish such evolved customs, in fact, one should not attempt that. There is a lot to understand other than just thinking about being radical. The tradition of early age marriage is provided with the condition that a girl can go to her in-laws’ place only after she becomes mature enough. Not to deny the fact that awareness has been tremendously increased due to measures taken to prevent these kinds of social obstacles; people knew consequences of early age marriages since long time before we started propagation about them.
To state the point further, once Didiji from my other home in the village was pregnant with 9 months baby, on a rainy night, she was in labor. Her husband was not present at home because he has migrated to a city to earn wages from which it takes more than a day to come to village. A compounder from village was not confident to do anything because of the complications and the hospital was approximately 2 hours away from the village. There was no one educated in the family except me but I was of no use. Nobody was able to provide a facility such as hospital or at least a required medical support. The only person to take care of a mother & a child was Daai, traditionally an old village lady to take care of deliveries in a village and having no formal medical training. With her help, didiji was sent to the hospital. Meanwhile, didiji’s mother-in-law was praying, offering something or the other to God, tying a sacred thread on everybody’s hand, and much more to gather strength.
I would have been upset and angry if my grandmother would have done that back at home. Here, what else did she have to rely upon? How could I tell them not to believe in such superstitions? They were trying to adapt to the technology, they were trying to adapt to this “progressive world”. They didn’t check the sex of the baby before it is born. They were ready to let the baby born in a hospital though it was far away. But without facilities provided in such circumstances what else do they have to rest upon except their God and faith in it?  I could understand reason behind the extreme belief in God.
Yet another aspect of village for a city person has always been an inhalation of richness of nature. For me, sitting under a tree in the farm in a cloudy weather, sitting on the only bench in the evenings at the lonely railway station, exploring devastated historical monuments in the village were moments of an absolute solitude. Many indestructible thoughts have been built during this time.
I was back from my village after month, overwhelmed with the fact that I have a home in a small village of Rajasthan. I have families out there. It seems a dream. Certainly it is.