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This is the first time I am writing on
shvoong. Thought from where to
start and then suddenly I went back in my
dreams…...and lost in beautiful memories of my
village life. What a life it
was!!!! And I decided why not to write about my memories about the village
life, the village life which most of you might have not seen or visited.
It was the period of 1980s; at that
time the main entertainment or the media through which we get news in village was
Radio. Most of the time when I was going to the field, the Radio was in my one
hand…listening songs of that time i.e. old songs… beautiful voice of all time
favorite and charming singers, which makes the environment pleasant. At that
time the Radio was used for listening songs, news and of course for running
commentary of cricket and hockey matches. There was a fix time for the news
i.e. 8 AM, 2 PM and 9 PM which most of the people in the village prefer to
listen and of course BBC Hindi Seva was also very much liked by us.
The courage was
so high that we were made requests (through postcards) for a particular song so
that we can listen our name on Radio and feel proud. And when our name was
going to be announced we make the volume of Radio high …..so charming and
thrilling moments they were.
Sorry I forgot to tell you about what
we do on the field. We mostly sow
crops of wheat, mustard & gram in winter
season and bajra, guar in summer. Crops were being watered through well. I still have
some memories (when I was of 4-5 years) that for watering the crops bulls,
camels and in some places male buffalos were used, they draw water from the
well and put the water in a tank (made of sand and chunna) and from there the water flows with
the help of dhora from one field to another. The field area was again
divided in small blocks, which were called kyari (area of 12x15 ft.), when one kyari filled its mouth was closed and the
water goes in the next kyari
and so on.
While working or watering the crops on
field I put my radio on sand or on towel so that the Radio is dust free and
listened sweet songs or commentary and waiting for the kyari to fill.. it was a routine work. After
the coming of electricity in the village the work of pulling water from well
was being done with the help of motors but the flow of water was same i.e.
through dhora. Now in new generation pipes and
fountain systems are being used for the same work. Still remembering that
environment… fresh and clean air, no pollution whatsoever even at that time we
didn’t know what is pollution.
But now I miss that life, that
environment, that fresh air and the smell of sand, it was all natural. My
heart, my mind feels….. Kahan gaye woh deen…