The satisfaction of being Utterly Useless !

“But I’m worried that I’m not being useful here”, says Bhanu, Shashi’s 23-year-old nephew, as we try to persuade him to stay at the farm a little longer. Twinkle, Dyuti, and I look at each other and exchange knowing smiles. After a few months of staying at the farm, we have mastered the art of not being useful.

As brilliant children who always emerged at the top of our classes and over-achievers through most of our young adult lives, we struggled to prove our worth to others and ourselves. By excelling in everything we did, we fought to prove that we deserved to exist. Because if we were going to have the audacity to have needs, we’d better be doing something with ourselves. Young women with a fiery passion in our bellies and a strong desire to change the world, we gave our work everything we’d got. And we gave. And gave. And gave. Until we had nothing left to give. Until the flames of burnout finally singed our wings and forced us to descend.

So here we are the Burnout Buddies. One can be found sitting atop a mango tree, reading for pleasure. The other lying on her stomach observing an industrious spider spinning its web. The third lost in the flow of her little dance in the angan of the Mudhouse where we stay. As Dyuti says, any outsider would take one look at us and say, “What a waste of such an able workforce”.

Madman’s Farm’s Flow Community ! – Bhanu, Rhea, Dyuti, Shashi, Sourabh, Priyamvada, Devagya & Janmejay

People think that not being productive is a waste of human life. In a world that glorifies hustle culture, eighteen-hour work days, and lack of sleep, we tend to define our self-worth based on our productivity. We feel like we deserve to exist only if we achieve something. And how damaging is that? No wonder today’s generation is hitting burnout as early as their mid-twenties.

The Madman’s Farm has become our refuge. The slow, lulling energy of this space is helping us heal. Shashi and his wife’s incredible warmth and kindness. The sounds of children’s laughter, the trees, birds, and crickets. The stars in the sky. The earth under our feet. The dragonflies, butterflies, and fireflies that decorate the farm. The sunsets and moonrises. The unconditional love from the dogs and cows here. From each other.

We have become a community that is healing through love, laughter, sunshine, and authentic connection. Through cooking experiments. Eating healthy, organic food. Moving our bodies. Walks to the mango tree. Soaking up the sun with a cup of Kishlay’s infamous chai. Music sessions. Simply observing nature. Deep meaningful discussions on topics like life, love, morality, and learning. Holding space for each other. These things have become our medicine.

The one good thing about burnout is that your body and mind are forced to rest. There is no other option. And what better place to do that than nestled in the lap of nature, with unconditional support from a small community of kind souls? The Madman’s Farm is a place for once stagnant energies to start to flow again. Tired, withered brains to bloom again.
I am so incredibly grateful to Shashi and his family for opening up their farm, home, and heart to random strangers; weary travelers on the journey of life who are desperately in need of rest.

As I hit the two-month mark of my stay here at the farm, I reflect on all the lessons I’ve learned in this wonderful space. The most important one is the Art of Doing Nothing. Slowing down and doing nothing has taught me that even if I am utterly useless(which is almost impossible no matter what I do or don’t do), I am worthy of love.


Udder Disrespect of the Divine Bovine

by Rhea

In a land where the cow is considered sacred, the ancient scriptures have foretold that the descent into Kalyug or the dark ages begins with the disrespect, abuse and illtreatment of this gentle creature.

On my bus journey from Bhopal to the farm, I witnessed hundreds of cows huddled together in the middle of the highway. I didn’t think much of it, assuming that their owners would soon arrive to round them up. Until I saw my first cow carcass. And the next. And the next. By the time I reached Deori, I’d seen at least ten dead cows rotting in the middle of the road.

This isn’t a rare site in this part of the country. As agriculture shifts from bovine centric to more modern methods, the use of the cow is rapidly dwindling. Male cows which were once utilised to plough the fields have been replaced by giant red tractors. Cow dung, traditionally used as manure, is being supplanted by DAP and urea, which are incredibly harmful. From the most valuable asset of an Indian farmer, the cow (especially male) has become a liabilty. And so, the number of cows that are being abandoned is increasing expeditiously. Old cows who have lost the ability to lactate. The Desi cow, in favour of more milk yielding varieties. Thus, these docile creatures are forced to fend for themselves with no one to take care of them.

In order to tap into the religious sentiments of their vote bank, the government has set up Gaushalas across the state. Pristine buildings erected, with not a single cow in sight. Of course, there are many ongoing community projects. One such shelter is the Ma Ambe Gaushala that has been dedicated to cow welfare since 2016. Located in Dugaria village near Deori, it is a refuge for over 150+ old, sick, and unwanted cows.

For the past eighteen months, Shashi has made Gau seva a weekly ritual.
Every Tuesday at 8:30 am on the dot, the residents of Madman’s Farm pack into Shashi’s trusty Maruti Suzuki and make the thirteen kilometre drive to the Gaushala. (When the car is overloaded with people, I sit in my favourite spot: the boot). For three hours, we sweep, scoop, and wheel out barrows full of dung. My favourite part about going to the Gaushala is connecting with and being around these gentle souls. Scratching them under the chin: their favourite place and the only place they can’t reach. And of course the sugar shot of piping hot chai that we are served by the ever smiling caretaker once we’re done. There are two friendly dogs who have recently become proud parents to nine little nuggets, cosily nestled under the hay machine.

According to Shashi, we really don’t know if the community project of Gaushalas is really helping the larger crisis of the Indian cow. It’s the least we can do to solve the cow problem. We talk a lot about changing the world and making a difference. The question is, if you notice certain problems in your community, are you on the side of the problem, or the side of the solution?


Diwali Madness @ The Madman’s Farm

Blog submitted by Rhea , Photographs and video courtsey : Twinkle, Kishlay, Govind and Nidhi

This Diwali, Madman’s Farm was illuminated by a handful of diyas, fireflies, the stars, and the spirit of togetherness that connected us all. Six souls from different parts of the country, each battling our own versions of darkness, came together to celebrate the festival of lights.

With Shashi bhaiya and his family in Bhopal for Diwali, the farm was eerily quiet. There was an underlying sense of incompleteness without Bhaiya and Didi’s warmth and Chiku and Vishu’s vibrant energy. Being away from home and in the middle of nowhere, most of us had no great expectations about the festival. For the same reason, it was easier to put a spin on Diwali traditions and create our own.

Our humble mudhouse was adorned with delicately drawn chalk rangolis. The fragrance of suji roasting in ghee wafted through the air and made our mouths water in anticipation of the suji ka halwa that was to come. Our banana offering to Tulsi maa was stolen mid-aarti (with the agarbattis still intact) by our lovely but greedy dog Ammi. The crickets joined in on the bhajans and our rendition of Kabir Das’ Matkar Maya ko Ahankar, which was so delicately (yet clumsily) strung together with lyrics read off YouTube, beats of the dholak and clinking of daflis. The essence of the song is something that resonated with all of us and seemed to be the main theme of the night: six people on different journeys trying to make peace with transience.

खूट गया सिन्दड़ा रो तेल

बिखर गया सब निज खेल

बुझ गयी दिया की बाती

हो बुझ गयी दिया की बाती

रे जैसे ओस रा मोती

“The clay lamp ran out of oil.
The play scattered. The light went out in the lamp.
The light went out in the lamp, Like a drop of dew.”

Here are some excerpts of the individual experiences of the Farm Dwellers and our lovely guests.

“To me, Diwali has never been about festivities, firecrackers, or sweets. It’s about people coming together to celebrate each other, just the collective energy of Being.

Being away from home on Diwali, I was doubtful about whether I would feel that togetherness. But my Madman’s Farm Diwali gets a big thumbs up from me.

It was the small gestures: when we were drawing rangolis I started with a flower and Nidhi added on to it, and Pia and Rhea joined in too. I could feel the collective energy while making suji ka halwa, performing a small aarti, singing songs together. This was my Diwali. It felt like Home, like I belonged. I’m so incredibly grateful for it all.
-Twinkle (chalk rangoli initiator, Diya lighter)

“Diwali at Madman’s farm was really great. I have been here for almost ten months now and I’ve also been privileged to have the company of friends and guests (who have become friends) at the farm. It was nice to be away from the city. This was my first Diwali at Madman’s Farm and I look forward to many more!” -Kishlay (aarti dancer, bhajjan DJ)

“My wife, my daughter and I reached the farm on the day of Diwali. This is the first time I’ve experienced the festival in this way.

Before coming here, I had no expectations about what would happen. I came here to be one with nature, to feel peace. To just be. We all had a great evening. On the day we usually stay up very late, I wasn’t even awake to pick up my friend’s call at 11:30 pm. It was the first time I slept so early on Diwali. Together with Rhea, Kishlay and Twinkle, we spent the evening under a sky illuminated by thousands of stars. It feels like this is the way Diwali should always be celebrated: away from the noise, crackers and excitement. My heart longs for more time spent in peace. It was so beautiful.” -Govind (music maker, conversation starter)

“When we were doing the puja, I was confused about the reason behind it, its importance, which gods we worship during Diwali and why. I had so much fun while lighting phooljhadis, making rangolis with all my friends, lighting the diyas together. This was my first time celebrating Diwali away from home. I missed my friends. We usually dress up and burst crackers. But I liked that we didn’t burst so many crackers, that there wouldn’t be so much pollution and plants wouldn’t be harmed.” -Pia (Rangoli artist, human version of a phooljhadi)

“We have always celebrated Diwali with our family members, with a lot of lights and crackers, tons of sweets and home prepared dishes.

This year’s Diwali was different for me. Seeing the farm decorated with so many fireflies brought on feelings of nostalgia. The last time I saw a firefly was when I was five or six years old.

The theme of this Diwali for me was about facing both my dark side and my brighter side. About illuminating my darker side. The possibility of overcoming my fears and insecurities with a ray of hope.

It was magical, I must say. It actually opened a new dimension to life for me. There’s no need to follow cultural norms or whatever others are doing on a certain festival. You always have the choice to forge your own path, to discover it in a new way. The fact that there are multiple stories around one festival and the variety of ways in which it is celebrated made me realise that there are multiple realities.

Diwali is all about celebration. It’s not about how we’re celebrating in the outer world, but how we’re celebrating it inside us. How much peace, courage and happiness you feel within. This is the source of contentment.
I felt quite satisfied and content this Diwali and this experience will stay with me. Whenever I feel darkness, the fear of facing the darkness that is inside me, I’ll remind myself that I have already done it.” -Nidhi (Suji halwa maker, rangoli extender)


The sad & happy tale of Gilhari & Tithayari

I wish to share the duality together. Sadness and Joy together. Two stories so interwoven, almost representing our entire life. As most prefer, the happy tale first…

Rewind, almost 10 years back, with my back pack , I walking to this farm from the mud road passing through the nearest village. As I walk past the village temple, my path is crossed by a nimble squirrel. I am mesmerized. That was the closest encounter to a squirrel in my life. For in city, the sight of most of the farm / wild animal is rare , forget about close encounters. I stopped and watched the busy squirrel jumping swiftly from one branch to another till she disappeared into the bushes.

Squirrel drinking water from our well…

I continue my walk and soon reach the farm. As i start living at the farm, my eyes were looking out for squirrel. Inspite being so close to forest, even common birds, animals werent’ here. This farm was under chemical cultivation and hardly any trees around.

Years pass by and from last year onwards ,finally squirrels and a lot of beautiful birds have become a common sight. Fireflies which are rare in the villages nearby are in good number at our farm.

Squirrel on a coconut tree next to our home.

Similarly we also have a good amount of trees in the farm. Some big, some small , some growing well, some stagnant and we continue to grow more trees. As a rule, no tree that grows on itself by nature is disturbed or uprooted unless it is absolutely necessary. Thus we are adding few trees every year to farm, nature is adding way more trees to the farm.

We grow some trees, nature grow many trees…slowly trees are visible in the farm…This is peek summer..

So, that was the good news. It gives us a feel that things are improving at farm, we have some positive contribution to the whole ecosystem……hopefully….Feels good !

Now the other news ! The sad part.

The story is recent, few days back. We are constructing a new building to be used as an alternative learning space for children and youth, for which we needed some mud to be do the filling. We hired an earth mover, few tractors to dump soil from our lake to our site. The lake was kind of dry by now. Our friend, new team member, Kishlay was supervising the lake area work while I was at the building site. I went back to the lake area just to see the progress of work and I see Kishlay amidst machines in the lake nervously looking around. Parallely , I can hear shout of two birds (Titahari or Red-wattled lapwing) . Kislay shouts ,which is heard barely due to sharp sounds of those two birds and the loud noise of machines – “Bro , this bird had two small chicks, just here…but I can’t see them anymore…” Oh ! Now, we knew the mommy and daddy birds were frantically running around to save their chicks as their nest on the ground was destroyed by some machine passing over it. Few minutes later, Kishlay is waving hands very fast as if he wanted me to come immediately. I reach and we spot a chick crushed totally , broken into pieces like glass and one chick lie next to it alive. The sight was disheartening for both of us. We immediately too the other chick that was alive and parked her safely next to a tree and within few minutes the father and mother bird found her. However, the scream of birds continue. Hovering over the dead body of the crushed chick , picking up the pieces one by done and then dropping it when they realize that it’s dead. The birds continued to scream and shout for almost 2 hours ! We had no option but just to witness the whole thing. The machine folks called us and we had to soon get busy with work. Kishlay stood with wet eyes saying his favorite phrase for a situation like this ..”Sad life ,bro”.

This is just one instance where we could see the damage we are causing. Imagine all such violence we might be involved in due our activities !

Frankly , can we really answer if our coming to this land has a more positive impact or a more negative impact ? Perhaps, best is to leave nature alone and integrate ourselves within the nature without majorly modifying any of it. Human beings have become very violent towards nature. Some violence is evident, most is not.

A Lapwing (Titharayri) – making warning or Alarming sound when they spot some danger to their nest…

Nevertheless, we continue to live at farm and learn. Community is slowly growing. Few new initiatives are on the cards. Life is beautiful and I am grateful.


Something is brewing…

People are coming, people are going…

Trees are fruiting , some trees are dying…

Children are growing, my hairs are graying…

New friends are in making,

Habits are breaking,

Silence is deepening, chaos is increasing…

Fireflies are flying, butterflies are following…

Some walls are cracking, new houses are building….

Jungle is falling, spirits are rising…

Old friends are calling, some old friends are dying…

Sunsets are calming, Sunrises unsettling ….

Stars are gazing, skies are smoking…

The world is changing , the world isn’t changing..

I’ve no idea, what’s exactly happening !

All I know is…

Something is brewing……


The curious case of me and my neighbors

Me and my neighbor – Shantanu and family have not being in talking terms for almost 2 years now. I thought it might be good to dedicate one post to this.

First thing first – this is my version of the story , far away from their version for sure and further far away from the reality. ( This blog is being published after sharing the same with Shantanu and modifying it as per the objections)

First let me share with you the journey in few sentences.

2014-2017 : Peaceful friendship Phase, we worked together, ate together, discussed , shared ….

2018-2019 : Some level of distance crept in, relationship not deepening but becoming more formal, few hurts on both sides – but we continue to co-exist peacefully.

20192021 : Hurts take over, talks stopped, blame game is ON, No longer in any kind of conversation or relationship.

My version of What happened ?

Frankly, I realize it was majorly my fault in judging them. They are what they were. I saw them through romantic glasses. I saw them through colored reality and hence had a different picture that I wanted to believe. Over period of time, my glasses were partially broken and I could see some glimpses through the crack. It started hurting me because I had a different image. When I look back, all that I blame them today for , was perhaps present right from day 1 but I didn’t see.

I am not saying that they are wrong or bad – all I am saying is that what they were , I misread it. This misreading led to many confusions and some hurts. If I could go back in time start over with my current reading of them, I am sure that today we would have been in perfectly sound relationships with almost no conflicts.

Lemme further simplify with a funny analogy – Say you meet a girl, you fall in love and decide to get married in that heightened state of emotion. Later you realize that this girl would have made a great colleague but not a great wife ! Someone who would be great wife may not be a great colleague. If I could treat the girl as my colleague right from the beginning, I wouldn’t have felt hurt, I wouldn’t have caused hurt. Thus, its the reading that matters. I misread. I had to pay the price.

My version of “Their version” of what happened ?

They feel betrayed. A lot of the rights , privileges , benefits and scope they received are being taken away by me because of my changed reading of them. Road for instance, was agreed to be shared for free but with new reading , I feel they must either pay for the road or just find another one. No wonder they feel betrayed. If I allow what they want, I feel exploited.

Because I was reading the girl to be my wife, I could share everything I had, freely. Infact, girl had the right to my things. The girl got used to it and when I now treat her like a colleague, she would naturally feels hurt. I can only say sorry for my misreading, making her wife again looks quite difficult.

Further, I feel that just like how I feel I am flawless , they feel the same. Strongly than me , I would argue. They feel they have done no wrong, all wrong is being done on to them. For no mistake of theirs ,they are being put through all this torture. This is exactly where I lose hope. For one who sees no fault in his approach and all wrongs being inflicted upon him – I feel it’s little difficult to find a way out.

One thing that could have Saved our relation !

Communication, conversations , dialogues …I think we both failed at keeping communication alive. If we were chit chatting, small things would have remained small and we could have sorted differences amicably. We used to talk once (by talk I mean deep sharing or longer conversation with lot of time and space) or maximum thrice a month even in best of our days. Slowly it came down to once a month and that’s where one of us should have blown the whistle and put effort to increase communications. I feel this would have avoided most of the issues we hold right now.

Way Ahead :

At one point I was quite determined to resolve conflicts. I was willing to do whatever it takes to get to terms that are at least not hostile if not amicable. But right now – I do not see a way ahead for resolution. At best, we can come to terms where we do no further violence to each other. I would be happy with that. But unfortunately, I’ve seen in life that relationships are like water, if flowing they continue to flow and eventually meet ocean but if they do not move, they gets worse with every passing day collecting more and more stale.

May God give us all sanity to learn a way to be with others. !


The new Religion of Vaccination

Covid brought in a new religion of Vaccination ! While not totally new, the covid pandemic did present Vaccination in a new , powerful and dominating avtar. Why am I calling it a religion ? Because it’s based on beliefs and it divides humanity.

Some may say, its based on science and not beliefs ! I am not denying the science part of it. A lot of rituals in religion are also based on scientific or cosmic principles, in fact if one could trace down – there is always strong component of science in most rituals. Similarly, Vaccination does have a science foundation but the building built above the foundation is largely made up of beliefs and biases.

When does something become religion ? When you start believing in singular story told to you and become antagonist to people with other stories. Further, you wish to control, convert and contain the ones who do not adhere to your story.

That’s precisely happening with Vaccination today.

We are made to believe that Vaccinations are danger free, effective and the only way to combat Covid. We are made to believe that those who do not take Vaccine are a threat to society and are savage – stupid people. Further, there is every possible curtailment to ensure that those without vaccination face lot of issues and thus slowly can be controlled or converted.

One day I get a call from our laborer in farm asking me – Injection lagwale kya ? This person is 50 years old , super powerful, works hard, eats wild and has a great immunity. Further he lives in our farm – far away from village , city or town. The chance of him getting infected with Covid are quite low and even if he is infected – at the mortality of less than 2%, the chances of him survival are more than 99% ! Does he really need a shot ? But he was lately threatened that your all government benefits including bank accounts will be seized if you do not vaccinate. Scared, unsure – he gets his shot. Of course, no side affects so far and he is doing well. But the question remains – Do we have right to our health ? Do we have right to chose ?

People like me may be able to escape as we know many routes including the false certificates easily available everywhere but what happens to the innocents ?

Another friend of mine was denied medical care after being diagnosed , admitted for Kidney stone on the ground of vaccination. Further he was reprimanded and ridiculed for not taking the shot. Such stories are ample. People without shots are being troubled like anything and it’s not even seen as an unfair behavior. That’s why I am calling this religion !

In the name of religion, you may trouble people, you may even kill them and still the masses of your religion will see no harm in it and may well give you awards for saving the religion !

We are living in tough times where singularity is being celebrated. Vaccination is just one facet.

We’ve become more developed but less tolerant.

We’ve become more educated but less sane.


Covid , Death and My view

Another post on Covid ? Well even I did not anticipate writing one more post on covid. But with waves coming in , life rolling up and down, events and news around , I am tempted to write something.

I am well aware a lot has been said and writted about the pandemic, infact this must be the most talked about pandemic of human history. Still there is something hovering on my mind which I wish to share.

I sense fear of death around. This fear of death is breaking the fabrics of relationships. This fear of death is exposing how shallow we all are. How superficial are our bonds !? I believe we were never a culture that feared death. Indian culture embraced death as a part of life and made it look as simple an event as that of chaning cloths. Shri Krishna says in Geeta , just as one changes cloths, we change bodies. We are not culture that believed in one life and end of it meaning , end of it all. The cause of fear is rooted in what we believe in. If we believe its one life , we fear. If we believe that we are eternal the fears allay.

Ofcourse, believing is just one thing, when it really comes to your face – beliefs play little role. However strong beliefs do have power to change the way we live and deal. It is disheartening for me to see people not fulfilling very basic relationships or becoming too mean just because of the fear of death due to covid. Yes, it’s a pandemic, Yes one can die – so what? We are anyway going to die. If we let go of our relationships, of our souls, of our joys – what is the point of being alive anyway ?

Perhaps, more than death of self – we are afraid of loosing our loved ones. It’s the case with me too. I am , I believe , better prepared for my own death than for death of my parents or my children. However, here too I get strength from the same source that tells us that we are eternal beings, that this world is afterall just a guest house and every meeting is just a beginning of a departure and every pain a step towards salvation.

One might see all this as a psycological or mind trick to pacify oneself or deal with pademic. But I mean what I am writing. Ofcourse these thoughts do pacify me but still the sentiment I am sharin are quite real for me. Ofcourse, I do long to “know” experiencially what I “believe”, but that’s a journey not entirely in my control. So i wait, i watch, i breathe, I pause, i look around, i smile.


Alright – Shall I Also speak on Corona?

Frankly I shouldn’t because too much has been said already. For it, against it. But then – “bahti ganga me hath dhona” bhi koi galat nahi hai. Afterall , the aggresive itch to shout out loud my opinions is still deep in me. So allow me to share.

I am not gonna talk about whether its real or fake, chinese or american. Not I want to celebrate ayurveda, farm living triumps. All I wish to share is what it did to us and to me.

A tiny virus could distrupt everything that we considered invincible. It also exposed our selfishness and fears. It exposed our hyrpocricies. I still believe it to be blessing. Ofcourse, we did lose some of our loved once – but we were losing some every now and then anyway. To me it taught many things –

1.) Importance of taking care of your body, yourself.

2.) Importance of being together as family.

3.) Importance of being there for society when people are afraid.

4.) Importance of being in sync with nature.

5.) Importance of living a life based on natural laws and not on social laws /fads.

6.) Importance of living for today and not taking anything anyone for granted.

I also enjoyed traveling during corona – for India felt like Europe. To walk through these lonely roads which are usually choked. To see the huge markets shut. To experience the silence and stillness was magical. To stay put with family was historical and beautiful. To value every single grain and that last lot of fresh fruit was touching. To see people smile, help each other, feel together in these times was beautiful.

I enjoyed attenting funerals during Corona.

Frankly, there is nothing I could complain from the entire padenmic and the list of things I feel grateful for is long.

Thank you Covid, I know you are just part of this huge cosmic plan just like all of us. There is nothing in your hand or mine but the cosmic plan at work.


Dada Ji and Papaya

I’ve had some special affection for my grandfather (dada ji) inspite of the fact that I’ve spent very less time with him as my father was living far away from where dada ji was. Perhaps it was his strong personality , his clarity in decisions or just the pure wisdom he would shower on any topic that’s been bought to his notice.

For instance, I remember once me and my cousin were taking dada ji for some eye check from Bhopal to Indore and the new four lane highway has just come up. In the 4 hours of journey, me and my cousin were constantly arguing on pros and cons of having highways that cut off the villages , depriving them of various benefits of being on the main commercial road. We argued like mad for hours trying to prove each other’s point. I persisted it’s bad to have highways, he persisted it’s good. When two of us could not reach a conclusion we decided to disturb the only silent listener with us who has been bearing our conversation for hours now. My cousin hastingly asked “Dada Ji, you only tell – isn’t development part of our life , what’s wrong in highways ? “. We both were now hoping for a long good conversation on the topic but his reply was epic yet simple. He said ” Son, whatever we do will always have two sides. One good and one bad.” and returned to his silent composure. There was silence for quite sometime while we both brood over our own stupidity.

Anyways, his wisdom was pristine and deep. May be that’s what attracted me to him . I still don’t know why but I do feel some attachement to him. He was a strong man with no ailments whatsover but around 85 he started collapsing. A lot of health issues suddenly crept in from diabetes to constipation to eyesight loss to swollen prostrate. We knew he has started his downfall.

I’ve moved to the farm by this time and was busy planting trees and learning farming. Severe constipation was his major worry which is why perhaps he was really fond of “Papayas”. He will be very happy if we gift papayas to him. He would often ask us to get papayas from market too. So, when I took to farming, I developed a dream. I wish I could take Dada ji to my farm where there are ample organic papayas which he can cherish…

So, I would plant dozens of Papayas every year. Did all that I could and yet in 6 years failed to get a single papaya. I almost gave up on papayas and my dream was far to be fullfilled especially with Dada Ji’s health detriorating fast.

As life would have it. As existence has always been kind to me. One tree that grew on it’s own and was later also eaten by a cow continued to grow and we without any hopes just kept it alive. It started fruting just at right time – the lockdown. Just when world shut down during Covid Pandemic we had a bumper crop of papayas.

What’s more , we recently Got Dada Ji also to farm and the tree continued bestowing us with papayas. The day I cut first farm papaya and fed to me Dada ji, it felt so magical. I felt as if I’ve achieved something so astonishing. My joy knew no bound.

The God Sent Papaya….

Dada Ji is still at farm and we hope to keep him here till it gets little uncomfortable here around onset of monsoon. He is very weak and almost not in worldly sense. He eats, sleeps, and blabbers but is unable to move or really understand what’s happening around. But everyday from last almost a month, the tree has been giving us papayas and that’s what has been his breakfast. A deep contentment is the reward.

This incidence, yet again, tells me that there is little we can really do. It’s life / nature /God that doesn everything. The best crops I get from farm are the ones that I never planted conciously. God farms, we cherish. I farm , I perish 😉

Dada ji eating Papaya