Living at the Farm

In my mind I have been living at the farm for the last 7 years , physically it meant making trips as when possible , walking through talk the other farms in between ours n the road , seeing a different landscape every time we went not knowing where our boundaries were , later as work began it was more about reaching the work site checking the progress taking stock of the returns on the money being invested it was too wast for me to comprehend I was too young to this entire process of owing the land growing food or forest with it . Being a city person I lived at the farm in my mind where I tried making my house the walls tiles curtains my kitchen pictures n painting I will like to put up danglings n ornaments which I saw n picked during our travels we wanted to put everything we saw, liked , enjoyed which was beautiful for our eyes to be made or put up at our farm - house . We wanted it to be rustic ,, gates n grills of iron like we saw in the old european houses , we wanted the walls with stones from the old traditional temples of nasik we wanted it all . So i lived every where for seven years training myself for the life at the farm, to reuse stuff , i made small stools with hangers the laundry guy droppped in with every visit and refused to reuse. More than abundance it is excess of everything in the world around me … i see malls / shops / flooded with clothes , with food packets , so much every where wondering if it really is required … i tried living with my needs rather than my wants … i refused to get sawyed with the things on the rcks calling out “ buy me! buy me !“ … living at the farm meant we do our own stuff , the basic stuff like cooking our food, washing our clothes, cleaning our space , we seem to be born with this priviledge that everything basic around us will be paid and done for us. We are served freah clean water , clean hygienic food , sterlised to a point that we kill its nutrients but yes we are born with so much privledge that we disregard the other end of the soceity where clean water, excess food, clean clothes, water proof shelter is to be sorted on daily basis , where what thye grow is what they eat, where every one works whether old or young, where getting with sunrise and sleeping early is a norm, where everyone sits together in the day time when theres no work in the field . We treat the other world as uncivilised, untrained, uneducated , unclean. We mock them cause we think uneducated as they are , they r not worth a thing. But my mba degree hasn’t taught me how to grow my food, how the rice plant looks, how its cleaned, harvested and how it reached me before i make the lovely smelling briyani in my so called earthen pots. What they possess is the sternal knowledge