Village society bound by the chain of empathy

The villages there were only agriculture ministers, agriculture means mainly the village house at night, the farm is the same house during the day, the fields are roaring during the day - in monsoon-winter, the fields are sown with special sorghum-millet, pulses and guar. Chaklala dunde dunde beak marat hoy cattle tails wizat wizat green feeding. If the farm and the laborers working in the fields are sweating profusely in the sunshine ... the laborers and the cattle tied in the shade are treated with the same feeling by the owner.

The spacious villages, the spacious fields and the spacious fields of the farmer's mind. If someone takes a vegetable leaf from the field, he takes it away. If the cattle eats it, it eats it. If the peacock eats it, it eats it. If a thief steals it in the afternoon, it steals it. It is mostly accepted by me without any hesitation. Could such generosity have penetrated deep into the village men through the fields?

How are those feelings too? Take care that the plant is not cut down by itself without any reason, if it is cut down, the life of the farmer will be burnt .. When the mall falls in the field, then the people of other castes of the village come to take their right .... Gore Maharaj, temple-Mahadev priest The barber, the potter, the carpenter, who has been shaving all year round, gives five to ten shares of grain to the farmers.

All Ashish speaks happily .... bound by the cord of sensation. There should be a mood of right rather than kindness in the beggar's plea ... and there should be a feeling of sincerity in the generosity of the giver, the responsibility to save the village entangled in the chain of sympathy, the hosts should be able to talk to each other and help each other.

Five-six decades ago, village houses were mainly made of mud, there was no electricity, the house was lit by lanterns and kodia. There were bells in the house, there were candies and sambelas, there was a khalni crushing khal, there was a wooden khandani..there were quarts and paniyaras ... there were porches and rooms. There were pearls and pearls. There were twists and turns. There were nineteen and ninety. If there were cows and buffaloes in the yard, there were Netra and Valona bullets, there were Damchias and there were rugs arranged in discipline.

There were small and big clay clocks. There were sundals hanging on the wall and barana had a toran. There were todlas and there were also angan-navaris ... Some people used to come to the village to do business. If the bell was ringing, Slat would come a short distance away, selling new bells and giving old bell tanks. The chisel comes with a hammer, carrying grain in return .. The business of the slat goes from village to village and thus rings the bell, gives the tank. Keep on moving from village to village making a living and running your own business. Gradually a floor factory came in the village and then when the doorbell rang, who would ask the price of that slate?

How many occupations did A Salato change for the stomach? Where does the bugle of development come from to realize how the changes in the structure of society affect the last man? '

The same thing happened to the Dhanchi brothers as it happened to Salat. To reach Dhani with ripe sesame seeds at home first. Ghanchi removes oil, crushes it .. Disposes the last part of the extra sesame for the animals .. Oil without any kind of chemical eats the whole village ... With the advent of oil mills, it disappears with Dhanchi Dhani ... The importance of Brahmins has diminished from the village.

The story is enough to remind them. The rest of the clan Gore was a part of the host. The pride of the village made the village carpenter. The pots used in Garba make pottery, the Dharmathankos used to light the lamp in such a way that now all those scenes have disappeared.

All of them were close to the village, the village was beside them at the time of their arrival. The hosts, who had the right to do all these things on the occasion of the wedding, kept them all happy according to their power ... In this way, the people of every community in the village would get the seeds by playing drums and drums in this way. All those businesses collapsed ... Now the carpenter's son has become a computer operator and the potter's son has become a lawyer. The use of business acumen embedded in the original blood rites has diminished and new businesses have begun to be accepted.

Even if all this change is the result of the race to be happy, the way in which the mutual sympathy of mankind has been traumatized in doing so cannot be avenged ....

Pipes, bed-fillers, pulse-watchers, weavers, bell-ringers and bell-ringers are rare. But remind them all of the best days of the potty business ... Today you will definitely hear the belching of happiness from the expression of their words, apart from the warmth of that feeling behind that happiness, you must have seen caste relations in the village, mahalla relations, ancestral relations etc. Chained together means more intimacy in the village than in the city.