My Bowl Of Energy

 Like every "responsible and fearless" artist in our country, Let me also start claiming my thoughts by a Disclaimer.

                      Disclaimer:

 I am sorry in advance, if you are here for a food blog or some kind of mind blowing recipe which has the potential to blow your taste buds, then I am afraid this is not the right thing , you should invest your next ten minutes into it. 

 I admit that the title of this story somewhat takes your mind and tongue in that tasty and juicy path "organically".

But if you are still here ,want to give your precious time to me then without wasting your time I must tell you which bowl of energy I am referring here.

Remember that feeling or that overflowing energy running swiftly in your whole body after submitting your last paper of annual examinations to invigilator in school and just want to rush to somewhere, anywhere, disappear in nowhere, want to run in all directions in school ground with full swag.

 Play cricket (with paper pad holder(putha) and eraser), kho-kho, ghar-ghar with your friends without any care or any sort of aim or target in mind which needs to be achieved with some deadline attached to it.

 I know, now you are reading this story while keeping this in the back of your mind that somewhere I would have written those beautiful "things" which surely will give you a similar feel of that nostalgia and you will find that cool breeze of happiness after reading it,( just like me when I read some other writer's work), because yes words do have that kind of power to even change a whole of society's way of living and thinking. Not merely saying this because I am a writer, but it's a fact ,right?. We have live examples and practically proven evidence for that. I, personally, can talk about it for hours and hours but this blog is not about words or even the feelings evoked by and behind them. It is about something else. So if you feel disappointed here , again my apologies.

I just want to share my small experience with you. It was a regular afternoon in April month. I was doing my work in my office with my team. Suddenly a mail pop-up on my laptop's screen . It was from my boss. A new project was assigned to me and for some research work and some interaction with farmers I had to travel to a village . It's been a decade or two since I visited any village in the real world(In the virtual world, of course I visit there every now and then). I was very excited about the project because I love my work but my heart was making me jittery because of all the discomforts i would have to face due to of the absence of facilities there which we are habitual(slave) to, and are a part of our living here (in cities). 

I was thinking all this and just out of nowhere , one of my colleague bombed a trivia from internet that " Direct exposure of body in summers causes cancer,..... ".Hearing this my mind goes numb for a minute , the blurry words I remember coming from a colleague's mouth after the word "cancer" was......ozone depletion,,,toxic ingredients ,,etcetera, etc.. My legs automatically mechanically started moving to my boss's cabin with the world's most unique and mind boggling excuse( death of Dadaji) of why I cannot work on this project.

But after fifteen minutes I came out of boss's cabin, leaving an impression of me as most "selfish, Heartless, and Materialistic human being" in my boss's eye and searching all the summer skincare products online for tomorrow's trip because apparently my promotion was fully dependent on the success of this project. I went home after visiting the superstore and after having a glimpse of my roommate,, with a mix feeling of jealousy and furiousness in my eyes. who was lying on the couch and doing work from home

 Without looking at me, asked the routine question " How was your day"? and I gave the same reply "hmmmmmmmmmm good" like everyday and went to my room as usual.

This is the routine interaction I share with my roommate everyday.

Next day in the morning, after two hours of travelling and forty five minutes of being on vibrate mode in the car, I was standing in the village fields. The "Aesthetic accessories" on my first working site, I could see, apart from the Ready to reap wheat plants were consists of a small hut of a farmer, , some plateaus made up of broken straw and husks which were placed diagonally opposite to it, and on some distance children were bathing through high pressure engine water pump besides a canal running behind it., and some children running here and there , etc.

 I just wanted to finish my work and move back to the city.

I applied the mosquito repellent spray all over me and went to the farmer's hut , who was already waiting for me as it was the harvesting time of the crop. After general formalities , I asked some routine questions about the development of the village; their perception of use of fertilizers, pesticides in crops; education for their children etc. 

 I do not want to sound " preachy" here, so not writing the answers to these questions here which the farmer gave me, because some wise man has once said a very beautiful and practical thing "Words of preachment looks good from those mouths whose stomachs and bank balance are overloaded with food and money respectively". 

Gurbat main "vikaas" jaise shabdo ka koi astitva nahi hota. ( In the world of poverty, words like "development" does not exist ).

After half an hour, I took a leave from the farmer with a bestow , a bottle full of Aam panna( a raw mango drink) and with my whole body sweating and started my car towards another farmer's field.

Again, after that vibrations in the car for another thirty minutes, passing through cows, buffaloes, one kirana store, many hybrid versions of ditch and drain and sneezed a minimum of thirty times, I reached the second farmer's field. Seeing me, the farmer waved towards me and signaled me to come in the middle of the fields where the harvesting was going on.

 The farmer was not more than four hundred metres from where I parked my car, but was breathing very loudly with my mouth open , when I reached in the middle of the field because of the type of path I had to go through.

Again, I will not bore you with the kind of answers , got from the farmer, you can easily understand the summary of it by this most famous line which also perfectly suits today's social media "Words may be different but feelings are exactly the same" with respect to the first farmer.

But one most important and magical thing I must tell you after my interaction with farmer got over, I felt that my body's sweat is not only stopped annoying me but becomes the reason of my smile, because the transformation of that dusty, gusty, hot, dry wind which created a strong feel of irritation inside me, just an hour before, now giving me a feel of cool breeze.

It was like, ``Consider sweat as water, clothes I was wearing as water pump and that wind as fan, so it was "Natural cooler" to me. I told this analogy of mine to the farmer, after laughing for a few seconds, advised me to go to the next farmers field on foot to experience some other "magics" like this.

I experienced some other "MaGiCaL" (physical) phenomenons in my next visit to other farmers BUT do not want to convert those experiences into words here because I want you to take out a day or two and experience those moments.It will be a very easy task for me to what I have lived, breathed, experienced there, just pour it down on a piece of paper in the form of words. And you will find your cool breeze of happiness in those words, keep going with your regular work and routine, just like me.

 I realized that our continuous quest for voluntarily looking for happiness in life which we are searching for in different materialistic things actually resides in LIVING THE LIFE .      

Last one thing I want to share is a small incident I encountered in the evening when some teenagers were playing cricket in an open field. I took a bowl of watermelon with a pinch of black salt on it and sat on a big stone to watch them. A huge banyan tree was their mark of boundary, three wooden sticks, probably from that tree only, were their wickets on one side and chappals (slippers) of all of them were the wickets for other side. Suddenly, in between the match I was witnessing a big, rough fight between two of these children. Punches, slaps on back, chappals and what not were exchanged by both of them, stunt of chokeslam was performed , dragging into the soil activity was done(Not proud of it but those "STUNTS" gave me a, not fully, but, a little bit of nostalgic feel there).

 And in the next moment they were batting for the same team, were hugging, motivating, cheering each other on shots of one another .On one crucial point in the match, one of them got run out because of the other one's mistake. I thought , again this playing field is going to be converted into a Panipat's battlefield.

 But, to my surprise, nothing happened , like seriously, literally NOTHING HAPPENED.The match went on smoothly after that. 

My good fortune of the day didn't stop there. I was lucky enough to BE INVITED BY THOSE CHILDREN to bat a few balls there.

 At around seven in the evening, I was in my car, driving with a big smile on my face for no reason . The sarcasm in my thoughts about the villages' beauty had totally vanished away.

On my way home, I was very excited about two things.

 First, my next trip to this village, which , because of my experience, will be very very soon (I can't help it).

And second, it was high time to increase my interaction with my roommate, because unlike every other day, Today I have so much to say in reply to the question, HOW WAS MY DAY?. 

PS(post script): Not taking any credit from the nutritious value , juiciness, and the incredible taste of watermelons, they provide to our body, but the ingredients in My bowl of energy that day were totally different and magical.

 I slept like a baby for eleven hours continuously that night.

PS: Love you Dadaji.