Where did the village go? .

Now there is no one in the village, no magus, no bell, no ringing, no attitude, no netra, no pantry ... Now even the village has moved to the city and has become a dwarf.

Nadri is a small village at the very end of Dhingar district. In the last four decades, the sickle has changed. Nervous nature was the norm around the village, there were only farms around! Green bushes! The village had a lake on the shore! You can't find a shop, you can't find a bell, you can't find convenience, you can't find electricity, you can't even get water from a well. The true basis of life is monsoon. The village lives on the basis of the whole nature. Bhajans are also performed on the eighth-eleventh, the Mahadev-temple rises from the old people. Juvania gathers together and chats. Then the British rule, the arrival of the railways, the blows of the Industrial Revolution, even the remote village felt that things were slowly changing. Many families fled the city. The students have gone ... leaving the village! Those who were semi-educated were in the middle of the situation, doing updown - going to the city for a living and returning to the village in the evening; Those who were illiterate stayed in the village. He became more and more poor day by day ... He continued to maintain the rules of the society in the village - he continued to do thirteen in twelve and also filled the rice in Lagantan ... all of them lived in the house of the society which was bound to flourish. Who asks the outsider? What does anyone say?

Then when someone in the village had a wedding there, the whole village would unite. Guests say 'wow wow' ... supporting each other and resolving opportunities. Great price even in Diwali-Holi festivals in the village! The whole village knows the same. Rotla and dal are so scary. Where were the vegetables? There was no electric bell, I had to grind it myself ... and the bread looked sweet. Vagado also seemed to love.

What a fun way to make bread on the farm or in the living room! Hey sitting on a stool in the mud, with a bowl of water next to it, shaking hands, slicing a loaf of bread and shaking the tail before shaking the tail before it fits in the mouth ... slicing a loaf of bread Yes ... it tastes like the food of thirty two dishes stays on the side! The days of grinding jaggery or onion in potatoes ... The days of eating bread made in a tawdi are over now ... The folk poet has said: There is a bell of Dhrangadhra water, a tawdi made by a potter of Dighadia village, The Rajputani would get up and sing the melodious melodies of Prabhatiya. When it is shaded, the greenness in the bread rises, after removing the crumbs of the bread and then adding ghee ... Bhai Bhagwan comes down to eat!

Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, sewing, how many actions are done! I didn't feel tired of irrigating water from the village well, so what happened if I had to draw water ten times a day! Baiyu - both of them do dung-watering and watering. If the clothes and utensils are in the air - then it is different to set up a mine for cattle! Even in the midst of all this work, the storytelling that preserves the glory of children and festivals is also a wealth ... and Dharamkaram also happens. Vagado does Vhalopa and Ramji does Rakhopa. In society, transactions, policies are all strictly obeyed.

Shitala used to call Satam as 'Tadhi Satam' and Janmashtami as 'Gokalaatham'. There was a folktale that 'Tadhi Shipore' was visited by a smallpox mother in the daytime and was thrown in the stove to increase happiness and prosperity in the house. And rubbing the ashes on the body. In this innocent folklore house woven with a stove, the whole fever-boat was running away, increasing the greatness of the stove!

If someone is sick, there are obstacles. Where were the hospitals? Where was the word 'heart attack'? He was then identified as 'Ozat' - 'My mother took Ozat'. When there was no development of science, even ignorance seemed dark and beautiful!

Did the village suddenly spread its wings? How much everything has changed! Hey, everything is changing! A lot has changed - the root cause is the new Gandhinagar. Who was asking the price of this place? But since Gandhinagar has extended its hand everywhere, everything has changed!

If we left Nadri village after the arrival of the railway, we would have to walk to Unawa-Vasan to catch the train. How far it was! How much would all the land cost! At eight o'clock at night, I was scared to go to the seam from Unawa. The mahalla had mud houses, so the toilet-bathroom arrangement was out. Now, one by one, all these houses have come to be made of bricks and lime. Toilet-bathroom arrangements have been made at home. There are benches in the place where the dogs sit. The part of the village has also changed. Where is the neem tree standing in Dhulia Chowk? Why are you so lonely? At first, there were a lot of people sitting under the pipe! Now the village ST. Comes and that too sixty times ... First of all, when someone has to be taken to the hospital or someone is going to be taken care of, Paki Upadhi used to happen.

If Vasania Mahadev wanted to go, how much everything had to be walked! Leaving Unawa. Kiyari coming in between. Scare everyone of 'Kiari'. When Kiyari arrives, all the passers-by put the boys in the cage and leave quietly. Surrounded by overgrown forest, dry fields, long wait and thorns in the path !!

Various rumors about Kiari. Someone says there lives a big gin. Someone says there are ghosts. Someone says behind us! Called 'Kiyari'. The original word would be 'Kiari'! In the dialect, Chiari also used to say ...

Kiyari's name means the whole village is stunned! We had to cross the Kiari and go to Vasana village, and there was a big temple of Mahadev in the village under the rye-bordi-acacia trees at the seam of Vasana.

Filled. The fair has become a paved road from the surrounding villages. The path of Pratap Vasania Mahadev of Gandhinagar has become more throbbing. What a big bid before! Don't make a fuss! The rye is cut off. Where have the boards been? The saw is also turned on the mango.

Then the students would run away from the school and sit down. The next day, a bhuva in the village said, "Go, all the goods are in Kiyari - we reached Kiyari to find out the meaning ..."

In the afternoon we were scared from the inside; But in the warmth of Ekmak we got there ...

The fear of 'Kiyari' was real, but it did not appear. We didn't see anything there but we went to the village and spread gossip ... People started saying - 'Very true thing ...' Then we came to know how false beliefs are born.

Now there is no sundala anywhere in the village, no magus, no bells, no bells, no attitude, no netra, no pantry ... Now even the village has moved to the city and has become a dwarf.

This is no longer the case in any one village. This applies to all the villages of Gujarat or even India at least. Villages are rapidly changing, changing.

We are now strangers to the village! Seeing the changed village, words come out instinctively - where did the village go?