Farmers of our nation: Punjab mera punjab
Bikramjit Singh Mann
Blog :Me and My Random Thoughts
Date: 6/28/2012 11:38:35 AM
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Zara Dholiya Dhol ute Daga lain oye
Hath rakh kan ute boli tun pain oye
Ful khidiya sab de man bhaunda
PUNJAB MERA RAHE WASDA
(Hey the man with the DHOL(drum), beat it , and sing the song, that as a flower is loved by everyone same way let my PUNJAB be loved to , let it live forever)
I remember the time when Punjab state was one of the most rich state, it was supposedly the state which fed the whole of the country .. But over the years things have changed drastically.. first the terrorism and now the political .. Actually hold on let me rephrase that
The state of Punjab was always given a Step motherly treatment by the centre govt. I am sure no one can deny that.. look what that has done to this state.. (carved three states from one state), then terrorism happened which took us so many years behind , A whole generation of Punjabi youth was finished , disintegrated in those years.. the after math of that we are still feeling and some of us are living the horror.
The Government as usual is only busy in filling their own coffers, no one has time for that man, The man who gets up early morning no matter what the weather is like rainy,chilly, hot … He gets up to go and tend to his farmland, his animals.. a Typical day in the life of a farmer .. I know because I have done it .. been there ..worn the tee
Get up at the first light of about 4:30/5 in morning , It a different story that if you did not get up the village Gurudwara’s granthi made sure you get up when he started with his daily routine on the Speakers..
Go to the fields to take a round , by the time you got back the ladies in the house had the fire burning, stoves ready .. getting the food ready .. Breakfast would be a Big Mug full of Lassi, with Paranthas… and off to fields .. Tilling the land, sowing the seeds, watering the fields , etc etc a non stop day of work .. work and more work.. with little respite from weather.. sun shining hard and mighty .. or the winter chill going right inside to the bones .. Feet went numb when watering the fields in the middle of the night …
But all that was worth the hardship, when the first green leaf appeared from the soil .. It also meant the start of problems – not one but so many of them …
Typically it is like ,
kadi motor sad gayi
kadi bor khad gaya
kadi paindaa soka
kadi sab kuch had gaya
Meaning that either the Motor to the tube well burnt cause of the fluctuations in electricity, you get that fixed then there would be a problem with the tubewell itself.. Sometimes the water level would go down , with no water or there was draught like situation… OR it would rain so much that there is excess of water and we get floods…
The farmer has no other way then to go and get a loan from the bank, and hope that next season things will be different, with a bumper crop he can get rid of the loan, and earn some money.. the whole life cycle starts all over again .. but its the same outcome and this time
kishtaan bank diyaan tut gayina
saari duniya da anndata
oh saunda bhukha bhana
And now the he has not been able to pay the installment also… So now he has no crop, plus a defaulter with the bank.. he sleeps hungry the one who feeds the whole nation.
jatt di joon buri
tadap tadap mar jana
ridak ridak mar jana
Farmers have a bad life, they are going to die one day struggling..
This is the sad story of our farmers , if all goes well then the natural calamities takes over, diseases to the crops
paigi narme nu sundi
das hun ki kariye
munda wehla kudiyaan jawaan hoiyaan
kehde khoohe dub ke maariye
mar mar jiun naalo taan changa hai iko din mar jana
Cotton (narma) has been attacked by american worm, sugarcane(ganna) has dried .. What can he do ..
His son is jobless, no work .. and daughters(kudiyaan) are grown now. they have to be married soon .. Which well can he throw himself down to die, that’s why they think that its better to die than live like this every day …
jatt di joon buri
tadap tadap mar jana
ridak ridak mar jana
What is going to happen to our farmers(jatt), not just in Punjab but everywhere its the same story .. We who live in the cities take everything for granted, do we sit for once and think about those who are actually providing for us, We go to a shop and buy the stuff with our money, the money which we MAY have earned after working hard.. but just imagine the plight of that farmer who is working so much harder than us, so we can eat, Yet he does not get what is due to them
Why don’t we have the guts to ask the question, we are arguing over stupid things , spending hours on useless things, Wake up people All this development that we keep barking about, is not good if the backbone of our country is broken and FARMERS are those backbone of our great nation… we need to ask this question
Sadiyan Fasllan Da
Kahto Launde Mul Vayapari
We do all the work, get the grain to the market then why does someone else put a price tag on our work.
Lets tell the Government
fasallan te sapriyaan de pithan te pump tikke ne
is waari holi te patan nahin kine jatt vike ne
hathyar hi sute haje chalaune nahin aseen bhule
raflaan diyan nalaan de rakhe ne muh haje tak khule
jit ke ja waddi hai kithe thagan di toli
(We carry the weight of the pumps holding the fertilisers and sprays on our backs.. This holi season god knows how many more farmers have sold themselves yet again, We might have thrown our WEAPONS (hathyaar).. But we have not forgotten how to use(chalauna) them, We have kept the mouth of our RIFLES (raflaan) open, Where do these THUGS go after winning the elections)
But what can I say when we ourself have cultivated these thorns in our life and given them permission to bleed us, kill us for the next five years, Every Five years or less.
All lyrics are taken from songs sung by punjabi singh Babbu Mann..
The last time I visited my village we had a game of cricket at 5am in morning some pics..
Filed under: Farmers, Hathyar, Jatt, Life, Mera Punjab Tagged: India, Lassi, Motor, Punjab, Tubewell, Villages