What`s this brouhaha about Pakhala Dibasa?
Pakhala existed wherever there was rice - grown and consumed as a staple. Leftovers were treated the same way to preserve them till the next meal everywhere but called by different names.
Then why are we celebrating it? And why it`s so important to us.
It was still fifteen minutes to daybreak.
Usually, in the winter season, you don`t expect many people in this part of the park unless they are serious morning walkers. And I was preparing myself for a solitary walk in the misty dark morning.
Hold your horses. I am not going to discuss the kind of plant whose parts make some people get high and happy. The title is a bit misleading. This piece is about any plant growing where it is not wanted and our losing fight with it. The story of our fight with weeds is just not limited to the state excise department burning them deep inside some forest or apprehending the contraband in baleful during transit.
It is as old as the fight of humanity with hunger.
Perhaps humans dealt the first dent on nature by altering it, when they identified the plants they need for their food and shelter, and they understood how and where the plants grow the best. And then he chose to be a settled agriculturist from the hunter-gatherer life of his earlier generations.
The day before yesterday when I was about to finish a quiet dinner with a friend of mine at a corner table in a not-so-crowded restaurant, a new-age reporter with a camera in one hand and a Rode wireless microphone in another rattled me by asking this question. They were creating content for the hotel which is organising an event for Friendship Day.
I was unprepared.
Not because I didn`t know what it was to me, but because I was at a loss how to capture this enormous multi-dimensional variegated feeling that we all have been living with since our adolescent days in a few casual sentences. I chose to dodge.
By the beginning of June after enduring the harshness of the hot and humid Indian summer season from March, the nation starts looking skyward for the rain clouds to appear. The parched earth and roasted humans in utter despair go to their Gods, weathermen, and astrologers to hear the good news of the arrival of monsoon.
Their huge errors in predictions in the past don’t stop the hapless populace from dabbling with the discussion over rains even if it’s just in the discussion. The pain and hope behind this trepidation are like the hopes of one of the lovers in a broken relationship for the other to return.
The arrival of the monsoon on the Kerala coast is the most awaited event in the month of June.
If I was instrumental in bringing you into the world, certain things came along the deal which I`m responsible for; you better know about the roles I`m going to play in your life.
As the Protector:
My primary role as a father is to give you physical, emotional, social, and financial protection to the best of my ability till you become an adult. It`s also my role to provide you with exactly that much protection which will prepare you to be independent and autonomous and not make you dependent on me for life. Don`t expect me to protect you when you are wrong; I`m not your private bouncer. But when you fall, betrayed by your love and the world, I will be there to provide the safety net and a launch pad to swing you back into life.