Back to the roots.

Every time i go back to my moms village i am taken back. I have been visiting that place for ages but it hasn't changed a bit. its still the same old village with no water supply. People still relying on well water and water from nearby dam which most of the time is dry. Nobody still has electricity and people rely on what is termed as there 'dokality', 'doka' meaning head in marathi. You would get the humor if you know marathi, else don't bother. But the 'dokality' here is that the farmers hook up a wire in the live wires running from poles and attach one to the connection in the switchboard and other in a copper plate which is dug deep in earth. Every time there is voltage fluctuation, they add water to the earth where the copper plate is dug. Which is highly risky off course. But the irrigation of crop plus house hold electricity comes from this sort of arrangement. I don't know what is the tax payers loss here. And the plight does not end here. There are no septic tanks no toilets. People have to relieve themselves in wastelands. Those were basic amenities that we take for granted in cities. Electricity. Water. Sanitation. But the most ridiculous thing is that they are not aware of how to store there own produce. The grains, the edibles everything that is grown on the farms is either sold out in cheap rates to middleman or let to rot. Part is foolishness part is lack of knowledge. A simple piece of knowledge as to how to store produce effectively causing huge losses. Not only financially but socially as well. The poorly paid farmers end up being frustrated, resort to drinking alcohol. There families suffer the village suffers the nation suffers. The village remains as it is for ages, lost.