“I haven’t filled a pot yet. How can I survive without water?” asked the lady in red as she walked to the hand pump. Her frail features were shrouded in unfathomable expressions. She raised her fists at no one in particular. She muttered curses under her breath, at no one in particular. Perhaps, her anger […]Read more "She was the only farmer left in the family…"
At around 7.30 am, we heard a knock on our door. “Shall we go to Mallapura today?,” asked Arun as he walked into the room. “Devaraj and his family have been residing there for several years. Farming crisis has peaked in these regions over the last five years. Some of the neighbouring villages suffer from […]Read more "‘They have no reason to live anymore. And, it is our duty to give them hope.’: Challenges of a small-scale farmer"
“Mankind will cease to exist without farmers. A world bereft of them will spell doom for our civilisation. The argument put forth by conglomerates that usurping or eroding natural resources is essential for rapid economic development is nothing short of a fallacy. Our selfishness has led to the situation we are in today. While the […]Read more "‘His death becomes a number’"
At around 7.30 am, against the crisp morning air, we continued forth towards our destination. Unfettered by gusts of drear winds, the hills loomed mistily above us as we drove past many a forlorn fields, that winter morning. Sprawling across the road no more than thirty paces from our car, we spotted a resort to […]Read more "‘We are debt-ridden till we die’"
It was 11.30 am. Sullen winds roared no more. Winter had long died away. The days got warmer. Cacophonous trails of traffic exploded into dissonant chaos as our eyes drifted towards shacks of corrugated metal gleaming in the morning sun. It was time. With a steady onslaught of blaring horns gripping the city, we packed […]Read more "And, so it begins…"
The Irinjalakuda boys surprised us with an early morning visit. Since, we had been travelling to tribal hamlets for the past few days, we decided to relax and explore the hills today. After a quick breakfast of idli and appam, we headed towards Joby’s farm – a secluded paradise situated away from town. It rained […]Read more "‘The problem lies with human beings’"
Principal occupations of the Kurumbas include selling firewood, gathering forest produce and cultivating ragi, saami and other grains. Some historians insist that they are in fact descendants of the Kuruman dynasty who fled to Attapadi centuries ago. Historically, the tribe is best known for its skills in sorcery and black magic. It was believed that they could […]Read more "‘At least, we have the forests’"