Like Rukhiba, ours
was also a poor family. My parent’s financial condition was quite
precarious. Their education was quite ordinary. Education was given
very little importance in those days. It was also widely believed that
women needed no education at all. It was rare to find a girls' school
in a small village. Such an idea was hardly relished or welcomed by
the general public. Practice of child marriages was widespread. In
such an environment, parents’ attention was mainly centered around
settling their daughters as householders rather than on giving them
proper education and training. How could such parents be expected to
impart them good education? Farming was the main occupation of our
family, which my father had inherited. He used to work very hard in
the field. He would make great plans and put them into practice.
However, his fate was such that most of the time his efforts would
bore no fruits. Either nature would be against him or something else
would happen. His hopeless condition never improved. Still, I have to
say that we never had shortage of food in the house. Even in testing
times, we had enough ghee and milk.
Though poor, my father
was noble by nature. He was healthy and his physique was strong and
sturdy. He would get deeply disturbed by someone's misery and he would do
everything possible he could to alleviate it. In the past, when bandits
attacked our village, he was at the forefront in challenging them. He
possessed many good qualities. He had never harmed anyone in his life, or
even remotely thought of it. He was interested only in his work. He worked
so hard that other than his routine work, he had hardly any spare time. In
a way, he was happy in his own world. He used to spend most of his day in
the field and he was satisfied with whatever he produced and earned with
his hard work. He was a friend of everybody. He was jealous of none.
Because of these qualities, even today he is remembered and people praise
him freely.
The world is greatly
indebted to farmer. The farmer is rightly called the father of the world.
How would the world survive without him? Of course, these days like in
other occupations, in agriculture too some evils have crept in. Even so,
on the whole it has remained an honest occupation. At the time when I was
born, it was considered as a very honest occupation. I really consider
myself fortunate that I was born in the house of a farmer who lived an
honest life, and I am very proud of it.
I inherited a peasants
‘Samskaras' in my blood. A farmer spends his whole life working in the
fields in the lap of the nature. Love for Nature was inculcated in me
right from my childhood. In my early years, I used to sit for hours
together in the lap of Mother Nature while enjoying its solitude. Even
today, my life is more or less surrounded by Nature. Of course, I no
longer cultivate the land that I inherited from my ancestors. And I don't
possess today the descendants of those bullock, and articles such as cart,
plough, leather bucket etc. But I have not ceased to be a farmer
altogether. It is only that God has entrusted me with another kind of
farming. Now I cultivate life and its harvest is not meant just for me but
for the whole world. This spiritual cultivation is quite unique and
fulfilling. In this farming, the soil of life has to be cultivated with
the plough of restraint and faith. Then one has to sow in it the seeds of
God’s love. After letting the rain of devotion and sunrays of knowledge,
one can reap the harvest of peace, tranquility and realization of God. By
grace of the Almighty, that cultivation is still going on.