from my normal writing interests for a week to do unplanned writing at ATA and I
am happy to come back to something close to heart. With this article I am
trying to find a happy medium as a person and associate my empathy to my farming
roots. I will support and promote any causes to help identify resources to help
any cause that might help my brethren.
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When I was
a child it seemed that when the rains came, I was happy. When the rains came it
smelled nice. When the rains came the streets looked clean, and the trees
greener, flowers smelled nicer. As a child it was fun playing in the rain.
Believe me I can still make the paper boats that can float a mile down stream
from my home. When it rained it was fun. As I got older rain became a symbol
romance. Many a romantic in all languages have worshipped the rain. I love
rain now as much as I did as a child, perhaps more.
plight of the farmer
is a serious issue
that concerns the very backbone of our families in AP and in India. I am the
oldest from a farming family. Our lands probably have been in my family many
generations. I hope they will continue to be ours for many generations to
come. When I read of the disturbing stories that describe the plight of farmers
and I feel the need to find solutions to help.
know that the
romance of rain is real to people, it is equally romantic to the farmer.
Much has been written of the impact of timely monsoon in India (and around the
world) for centuries. Much has been written of the ability of human
civilizations to build irrigation projects that are of great value to human
development. Indian politicians have said much since 1947 on harnessing the
abundant river water and planning for saving monsoon rains. Much has been said
to get people’s votes and many promises made to help the farmer in growing
sustenance (I am being careful not to say my vote as I may not have a vote in
India). As we all know, the farmer is a loyal servant of the land. Farmer is
eternally bound to the land that belongs to the family. Farmer also is an
optimist in believing that rains will come on time, and rain will be abundant to
make his land fertile. Every year, year after year we have great expectations
of a great crop.
never followed the monsoon season in AP while living in India or in the USA.
The irony is that the law of averages makes it difficult for precise timing in
the life cycle of the monsoon, and thus the
enormous burden of feeding the great population.
I am not even going to touch the issue of too many people in this column, as we
are already here and let us find a way to have a good life.
politicians have tried to build bridges, dams, canals and reservoirs. Indian
politicians have tried to pacify the farmers with subsidy’s which essentially
are entitlements for bad planning, provide poor quality seeds, not enough
fertilizers at good prices and utilities that are necessary to support the
farmers. Talking about the current administration in AP, the free power scheme
is a limited option to help temporary problem that can become permanent if not
addressed. I did write prior to the election on liking the idea of free power
to the farmers, while realizing that free anything is not good. My pride will
not allow me to accept things for free. Success comes with hard work, and no
one works harder that the farmers of AP. So, I am OK with relief to the farmers
but free power on a permanent basis may not really be free. Neither AP nor
India is in any position to provide free utilities, and if they do we will
probably turn into one of the socialistic societies that have failed through out
the last century.
Farmers need proper planning and
programs to promote sustainability and not free power.
issue that is now plaguing our farmer’s homes is
and the rate of suicides in the farmer families in AP. If I am to believe in
the published statistics, it is a shame my farmer brother are forced to such
desperation. For god-fearing people, suicide is the last option in
desperation. Farmers are the backbone of AP and if they are simply unable to
feed themselves, our society has simply failed to govern itself to
hoping that our government is capable of taking aggressive and progressive steps
to finish the irrigation projects. I am hoping that the government will
communicate plans that make sense to the farmers, and deliver to them. I am
hoping that the farmer’s love for their land will keep them alive to get the
benefits of the rain and improved government planning. I hope that the farmer
will realize that death is permanent. I am praying that
the rain god will listen to my farmer friends
(and me) and be kind with consistent rain and beautiful rainbows in every acre
of land in AP.
As I write
this I am unsure how a master plan can be devised to help the farmer, but the
efforts must be made to do quick rethinking of failed polices. Individuals and
organizations can make positive contributions to help in focusing the efforts to
help the farmers. I am not sure how AP can devise measures to eliminate the
basic difficulties of the farmers, but a continued and consistent effort to keep
the farmer in forefront will allow for sustainable solutions. The land, the
rains and the farmers have been around for a long time and will be around for a
long time to come. Perhaps each one of us by simply wishing the farmer well,
perhaps each one of us by simply promoting the farmers cause, and perhaps by us
communicating our empathy to the farmer in every open forum, will give our
families comfort until we find the solutions.
that the current government, future governments and people in position of power
will be relentless in abolishing policies that hurt the farmers, and finish the
planned development of irrigation. I wish our systems became competitive for
normal farmer to survive and continue farming. I wish for god to rain on time
every year and in abundant quantities. I wish for our land to be fertile and
provide to the needs of its dependents. I also wish each one of us try to lend
an ear or a shoulder or express our empathy to all our farmers.
feel romantic about rain, as it seems that this is a great monsoon season for
AP. I am in love with the rain. I want to romance in the fields full of crops,
and the flowers full of bloom. I want to be a farmer who needs no help with
paying for electricity, or ask for support. I want to be self-sufficient. I
want to be proud of my land and being a farmer. I want to romance in the rain
until I pass the land on to the next generation.
expressed are my own, but I am hoping everyone in the driving distance will come
to the Chicago shows this weekend.