Gandhi is all you need:
Cherkady was born in Kodagu [Coorg] in 1917. When I was two, my father and mother, died mysteriously within a day of each other. His older sisters had been married. He was first brought to one of them in Dharmasthala and then here to Cherkady where another sister had been married. HIs brother-in-law was a farmer some distance away from here. I grew up grazing his cows and helping out in the fields.
"They sent him to the local school when I was close to 10 and He spent just two years there. That has been the only formal education He has ever received. Or needed.
"his teacher Ramachandra Patil had only one subject: Gandhi. He spoke of his life, thoughts and courage. He spoke of Gandhi's frugality, devotion to nature and self-reliance. He spoke of nothing but Gandhi the whole time, and we were all under a constant spell.
"Patil-Teacher even kept a charkha in the school and we all fought each other to learn to spin. My two years were soon over. The farm needed my labours. I am glad I studied no more, for that would have diluted what I learnt.
"I was growing up in the fields helping my sister's family. In my spare time, I was spinning the charkha at home. In my late teens, deciding that I must have a career, I went to Brahmavar to learn weaving. I made my first money when I was 22, for fabrics I had woven. I had not known money until then.
Weaving wins a bride:
"I gained a reputation as a good weaver. Oh, I loved it: the smell of lint in the air, the clack of the loom and the film of sweat on my skin. The whole thing was very meditative and kept me fit and well-fed. It gained me my wife as well. Her father thought me a stable fellow and she too began to weave. We earned Rs.600 per year as weavers. Life was good.
. Gandhi was as good as his word. He spent the war years in reasonable comfort.
"The Khadi people then sent me to their ten acre farm in Moodbidri to revive it. There was a goshala, a weaving centre and agriculture to care for. He was paid Rs 25 a month. It was hard life with our three children to feed. He was there for four years. The extreme poverty nearly broke him.
who are not born to this land, who have not experienced its truths? Gandhi did.
He urged people to return to the land and grow food
, just food. I knew he was right."
He urged people to return to the land and grow food
, just food. I knew he was right."
Back to Gandhi:
Cherkady Ramachandra Rao pauses with a soft smile. He looks into the dense stand of trees and plants. We eat some sweet-sweet pineapple chunks just out of the ground. He resumes his story after a while.
"We returned to Cherkady. My brother-in-law gave me a cow and this patch of land. It is a hectare. He had no use or plans for it. It was barren, with some water in a ditch. Despite reasonable rains in these parts, no water ever stayed on the land for long. I built a hut and the five of us moved in. The cow fed us all. I sold the milk and we ate whenever we could.
"I began to scrounge for seedlings and planted them all over. I would walk about wondering what to do next. There was no water to grow paddy. I raised some vegetables after deepening the ditch for some more water. I spent most of the time shaping the land to harvest rain water. That was the scene 57 years ago, and I am still here, a very contented man.
"Slowly the plants and trees grew. I never wasted anything that arrived on this land. All fallen leaves and cow dung, were spread around the young trees.
"He had built his toilet based on a design by Gandhi.. After each use one poured just a mug of water and that dumped it all into the ground; the trap door shut again, sealing out all odour. One then went around and emptied a small basket of dry leaves over the dump in the pit. Every year or so he made a new pit and moved the pan to it. In about six months the previous pit awaited me with rich manure.
"He planted only what I found in the neighbourhood. Mango, jack, pepper, pineapple, silk cotton, banana, coconut, cashew and vegetable species. He picked the best of a breed and brought it over. In a few years, water stayed for longer months in the ditch. The land got cooler and the soil felt wetter. The leaf pile was getting thicker.
Message on a straw:
"One morning, He stopped in his tracks.
A sturdy plant of rice, ripe with grains stood in his way.
How he missed it all these days?
Where had it come from?
Where it stood was no wetter than other parts of the farm and his land was by means abundant in water. He had certainly, not planted it. It was unlike any paddy He had known. It had buxom grains on 16 strands, all on one stem. It stood alone glistening in the morning sun.
A sturdy plant of rice, ripe with grains stood in his way.
How he missed it all these days?
Where had it come from?
Where it stood was no wetter than other parts of the farm and his land was by means abundant in water. He had certainly, not planted it. It was unlike any paddy He had known. It had buxom grains on 16 strands, all on one stem. It stood alone glistening in the morning sun.
"He was overwhelmed. He took it home and shook it
. There was close to a kilo of grains from that one plant!
And so began my rice harvest year after year.
He scattered the seeds on unploughed land, spread leaves and manure and watered it by hand. There was no attempt at flooding the patch. Slowly, the patch grew wider but it was never more than a tenth of an acre. All it called for was one man's labour for three days in a season. That was enough to feed His family of five continually, for forty years.
. There was close to a kilo of grains from that one plant!
And so began my rice harvest year after year.
He scattered the seeds on unploughed land, spread leaves and manure and watered it by hand. There was no attempt at flooding the patch. Slowly, the patch grew wider but it was never more than a tenth of an acre. All it called for was one man's labour for three days in a season. That was enough to feed His family of five continually, for forty years.
"Folks were surprised. Paddy in dry land?
Without flooding?
Papers wrote about it
. He was told that a Japanese man called Masanobu Fukuoka had done something similar.
There was a stream of visitors asking questions.
He was called to meetings, seminars and was honoured by adoring audiences.
Without flooding?
Papers wrote about it
. He was told that a Japanese man called Masanobu Fukuoka had done something similar.
There was a stream of visitors asking questions.
He was called to meetings, seminars and was honoured by adoring audiences.
More pay-offs: cherkady own expression about his achivement:----
"What cash I required,
I got by growing vegetables in 20 cents and from what my trees gave me.
We ate what we grew. I milled the silk cotton seeds for oil for our lamps.
I deepened the ditch, and built a lined well over it.
I drew all the water by hand, for the land and our home-- about forty pitchers in a day
. There has been no electricity on this land till two years ago.
Not that power-lines didn't run in these parts, but I didn't want it.
Children went to school and read by oil lamps.
I got by growing vegetables in 20 cents and from what my trees gave me.
We ate what we grew. I milled the silk cotton seeds for oil for our lamps.
I deepened the ditch, and built a lined well over it.
I drew all the water by hand, for the land and our home-- about forty pitchers in a day
. There has been no electricity on this land till two years ago.
Not that power-lines didn't run in these parts, but I didn't want it.
Children went to school and read by oil lamps.
"My first son was a good student.
When he passed high school, Mr Haridas Bhatt, principal of MGM College in Udupi, who was my admirer took him in at no cost to me.
When he graduated, Mr K K Pai, another admirer, took him into his Syndicate Bank.
He went away to become a good banker. I was happy, for him.
I got my daughter married to a good man.
The land had helped me do my duty by her.
But I was happiest when my second son Ananda, came home from school one day and said:
"Father, I do not want to study any more.
I don't understand anything at school.
I want to work with you on this land.
" He has been with me and does most of the hard work. I think he made a great choice.
When he passed high school, Mr Haridas Bhatt, principal of MGM College in Udupi, who was my admirer took him in at no cost to me.
When he graduated, Mr K K Pai, another admirer, took him into his Syndicate Bank.
He went away to become a good banker. I was happy, for him.
I got my daughter married to a good man.
The land had helped me do my duty by her.
But I was happiest when my second son Ananda, came home from school one day and said:
"Father, I do not want to study any more.
I don't understand anything at school.
I want to work with you on this land.
" He has been with me and does most of the hard work. I think he made a great choice.
"I don't want you to think I am a poor man in money terms, either.
My bank account is as rich as this land.
And it grew without any clever skills.
I have more than what many salaried people have at the end of long careers.
The term, 'impoverished farmer' bothers me.
My bank account is as rich as this land.
And it grew without any clever skills.
I have more than what many salaried people have at the end of long careers.
The term, 'impoverished farmer' bothers me.
". I am sorry to say this, but their problems can only be traced to two things:
greed and or
ignorance of how nature works....
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ignorance of how nature works....
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