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Monday, October 31, 2016

iStray | Afterthoughts From A Few Stopovers In Rural Maharashtra

  • Monday, October 31, 2016
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“Come home”, she said in Marathi.
I almost turned to look behind if she meant to say that to somebody else. But there was no ‘somebody else’. It was 3 in the afternoon. My friend and I, caught unawares by a downpour on our post-lunch walk, were taking shelter under a flimsy tree while the rains lashed directionless and the whooshing winds left us drenched and shivering right down to our bones.

She stood there with her umbrella, waiting for our response.
Strangely, I felt compelled to say, “Thank you. But it’s okay. We’re alright here.”
She refused to comply. 
Thankfully.
Soon three heads were jostling for space under the umbrella as we made our way to her house – which was on the incline adjacent to the road. There were just two other houses around it.  

A tribal village, hers was a house made of karvi sticks slathered with dung and mud. These seemingly deceptive houses withstand the monsoons minus leakages, offer respite indoors from the incinerating heat during the summers and make you want to coil up during the winters. Sadly, under the Indira Awaas Yojana, many of these earth-friendly houses have had to make way for the not so earth-friendly brick and mortar!

Once indoors, my bones were grateful that my brain hadn’t gotten its way in declining the offer for shelter and the opportunity to dry off. My good Samaritan offered to make us some tea; which this time I happily accepted.

There was one question I was itching to have answered, so I spat it out: How did you spot us? She smiled and said, “My sons had left to go out a while ago and when it started to rain, I stepped out to check if anybody had seen them. I was speaking to those boys who were on the cycle and that’s when I saw you’ll under the tree. I didn’t want to leave you’ll there, so I asked you’ll to come home. I’m sorry but our house is very basic…” Her voiced trailed and I began to piece together her hesitation because of how little she thought she had to offer.

Nodding in disagreement I said, “Your gesture to welcome us strangers into your home and keep us under your roof is more than we could have hoped to have. If it weren’t for you, we would still be out there cold shivering like a leaf!”

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The perks of bagging a gig that involves travel for work is that I spent a couple of days in September at villages in the outskirts of Mumbai city. On assignment with Grassroutes – a rural tourism company aimed at egging city-bred folk like you and me to explore and experience the village life in exchange of providing our rural counterparts with an alternative livelihood – it wasn’t a first in these villages for me. But that’s the thing with travel; the places can be the same, the people can also be the same and yet, it’s your experiences that tell every visit apart!

Warli painting in Valwanda. Maharashtra. India
Warli paintings on display at Valwanda. This depiction of adult education in the community is reflective of bygone times. 
Macro photography. Butterfly. Dehena. Maharashtra. India
Learning the art of stillness in Dehena



Colourful door. Locked. Purushwadi. Maharashtra. India
Locked doors - raising curiosity and fuelling creativity since forever. As seen at Purushwadi 


And as much as there exists the temptation to (over)romanticise the countryside, it helps to have a balanced viewpoint and acknowledge the challenges it entails for those who have been living through it! 
For instance, public transport is not as coordinated as we are used to having it in the urban areas. This means that to traverse distances, people hop into shared-taxis/jeeps where 15 people are force-fit in one vehicle (excluding the driver). 
Or how electricity supply can be intermittent and therefore disorienting to one’s daily schedule. 
Or how procuring household supplies is not as simple as taking a walk to the nearby supermarket – because no such thing exists and therefore, purchases require a certain kind of foresight as local markets are a weekly phenomenon!

And in spite of it all, it is the hospitality, the warmth and most importantly the patience I’ve witnessed in these rural folk that teaches me a thing or two about my own illusions of control. It is that reverence for nature that teaches me about interconnectedness and the true spirit of sustainability.

House made of karvi sticks. Dehena. Maharashtra. India
Cattle shed made from karvi sticks at Dehena

Verdant countryside. Valwanda. Maharashtra. India
All things verdant in Valwanda while invoking the romanticization of the countryside

Countryside. Rural houses. Cattle. Animals. Purushwadi. Maharashtra. India
As rustic as it gets in Purushwadi

I learnt one more thing – albeit the hard way. No amount of swatting mosquitoes can help reduce your chances of contracting dengue! I have since then thankfully been cured and have recovered most of my stamina minus the need for any hospitalisation.

Do instances like these make me want to be selective about the places I travel to? No way. But they certainly remind me that taking precautions cannot be overstated - no matter how seasoned a traveller I consider myself. 


Catching fish. River. Valwanda. Maharashtra. India
A rudimentary but brilliant set-up at Valwanda to catch fish from the river

Hand pump. Cotton candy. Village. Dehena. Maharashtra. India
When urbanization casts a shadow on your childhood memories and you squeal with delight on sighting it decades later in Dehena

River. Hills. Clouds. Monsoons. Dehena. Maharashtra. India
When you see in Dehena what Wordsworth and Blake and Frost were talking about


Dam. Water. Purushwadi. Maharashtra. India
Because how often do you stand atop a dam? Unless, of course, you are at Purushwadi
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2 comments:

  1. As long as you are ready for the rudimentary stuff around you, villages are a great place to be in. Nice read, Elita.

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    1. Absolutely true! And I also think that as travel bloggers, we owe it to the places we travel to as well as its people and the ones who read what we write that we strike a balance between our perceptions and reality (to the extent possible)

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