Kahani Har Ghar Ki, Kahani Har Gaon Ki |Chandan Ram, IIFT
The stressful and busy lives we are leading, many times spending long hours in corporate settings is putting a toll on many of us. No wonder people are growingly interested in going back to the old days when our grandmas used to grow and process and preserve their own foods, and our grandpas spent their days carving and doing their own woodwork.I can remember the days of my childhood I had spent with my granny in a small village near the bank of ‘Mahanadi’ river “Harbhanga” in Boudh district of Odisha . I had came to know that the previous year it was one of the worst year in harvesting in decades . There was very less amount of harvesting of rice due to unplanned farming and below average monsoon . But that year they looked very excited and hopeful .Reason ??A visit by team of ICAR Calcutta and their feedback of that the land is more than best for high rice production . And as per their instruction the farmers all went for the kick .Before that those farmers didn’t us any of the fertilizers as of no knowledge and more than that it was not available there . But thanks to the God ,a new shop named “suna dokana”(mean “golden shop” in local language) was there solding out some yellow colored fertilisers headed “balwan” .And that year it was not less than a green revolution fo my village .Being from a farming family there is no happimness in the world than seeing greenery everywhere in a poor aspirational village . Thank you “balidan” and also the “golden shop” .Hope you will expand those golden shop throughout the Indian villages to provide the golden yellow bags to produce the golds in the soil.
