My journey of transforming into a villager has been a tumultuous one so far... a huge pothole here, a small bump there and at times a complete roadblock!!
I tried being a villager, a farmer, a housewife for sometime but the educated urbaner inside me screamed and fought for some rush and urban touch all the while. And consequently I gave into my urban calling and found a day job in the town nearby that would let my urban soul breathe for five days a week. There were days while I was working in Bangalore when I would scream to get out of the mad rush, traffic and all the noise; now my being craved for a little of all that. Also, the whole insecurity of what if I transformed into a household lady who would just do the chores and retire for the day kept haunting me day and night. I needed to feel the security of earning my own money, having my own independence and being in some kind of an urban job!
Hence, I have been busy with all these confusions and then with my urban job. Also, we have started constructing our house on the farm and that has kept us even more busy and away from blogging.
The first thought that I got while we started the construction was what would be the water source for the house in the farm. And when I realised that it would our own borewell, the scariest 'what if' set into me - what if someday the borewell dries up, how would we survive on that isolated piece of land, away from the village as well as any city. Then the rational person in me started answering this what if by giving logical reasoning that even our village at present is being supplied water from a common borewell. Also, Mysore was also getting its waters from the river nearby. And both these had equal chances of running dry anytime! So, how different was my scenario on the farm? Just a thought that if in the village or Mysore, someone else other than me would crack their head about an alternate water source while in the farm it has to be my husband or me who will have to worry about an alternate water source.
Basically, while I lived in Mysore or the village, I was not worried about the water source drying up as it was someone else's job! And this is just how all of us in the cities live - oblivious to all the sources we are using.
Phew... the urbaner and their 'what ifs'!!
Ah, it's nice to see that you're experiencing the same question I ask myself often. With a secret wish (and hope) to settle in a village ten years from now, I do wonder if I'll ever crave the noises and the chaos of the city. Maybe like every other phase, this (trying to transform from an urbaner to a villager) too is a journey :)
ReplyDeleteBest wishes for the new house. Hoping to be a part of making it a 'home' :D :)
As far as I am aware, our old beings will crave for the familiar sounds and scenes.. Completely agree on this being a journey..
DeleteThank you and for sure, you are a part of the making home process :)