The Cork Board

Rajasthan Tales; – back to the country

IMG_3624 sharpened

I gesture with my open palm, sweeping head to toe, and tell the lady that she looks beautiful. She is the local village coordinator for the NGO that has set up a playgroup school nearby.

“What? Under this?” she replies, indicating the thatch covering that keeps the sun from the family cooking space. My compliment was genuine but I can see that she’s thinking that I probably say that to all the girls. I’ve always thought that Indian women, even amongst the poorest, have the opportunity to dress in some beautiful colours, and often they take it.

Her son suddenly appears from the two room single storey house where they live. Dressed smartly in his school uniform we ask if he is going to school, this being a Saturday.

“No,” he says, “ these are the only clothes I have so I wear them.”

... no school today ...
… no school today …

We smile but it’s not really the right reaction. We had been warmly welcomed but our visit wasn’t going well. He asks if we have a spare pen with us. We fumble pathetically and eventually shake our heads. Not going well.

Deepak, our guide, is of the Jat caste, and grew up around here in a farming community. He knows these people well and has become more prosperous than most, first as a driver for the bigger tourist companies and then branching out on his own.

The results of the booming Indian economy, driven by it’s focus on IT and knowledge delivery, has largely benefitted the cities and those who can migrate there. Little has filtered down to impact the lives of the rural poor. Deepak sees tourism as a way out for him, his family, and the villages he is clearly fond of, and so now runs his low-key tours to the countryside.

Migration to the source of the nation’s wealth has become a serious issue for India. The primary aim of many young people is to graduate from school and head for the fountain, leaving behind parents and elders, often left to fend for themselves in their daily lives. Village communities were dying.

Indian PM, Manmohan  Singh has set about building roads to connect these communities to the fountain-head, thereby hoping at least, to stem the flight and to facilitate an improved infrastructure that will keep these communities alive. It’s these stretches of narrow tarmac that we bounce along in Deepak’s “all AC Jeep” like refugees from an episode of MASH.

We stop near a man-made drinking water lake to take in the view. Deepak points to the horizon.

... shot in such a way as to give you the idea of the expanse ... acres and acres of Sideshow Bob ...
… shot in such a way as to give you the idea of the expanse … acres and acres of Sideshow Bob …

“See that ?” he says, pointing to the lush green foliage as far as the eye can see, “ it looks good but that is a weed. Draining the soil of nutrients and almost impossible to kill.” Prosipis juliflora, or Mesquite, as it is known, roots itself to the landscape, it’s flopping foliage, frowning and ugly like some horticultural Sideshow Bob. It has menacing thorns, 2 inches long, that I would later find to be very painful. It is everywhere covering thousands of Rajasthan hectares. It’s impact on the agri-economy obvious.

“There is nothing we can do,” he says, and we drive on.


The shepherd children are curious and happily show us their new family addition – a baby goat just one hour old, penned under an iron grill. They too, are probably dressed in their school uniform but we don’t check. Deepak chats with Grandma who has broken off from her sweeping whilst we nervously record the event with some pictures, unsure of the protocol.

... according to Deepak, this boy is "mentally disabled" , but he insisted I take his picture. This is his serious pose. Then he asked to take my picture so I gave him the camera and showed him how to use it. First he pointed it at me, then he thought he would shoot his friend instead ......
… according to Deepak, this boy is “mentally disabled” , but he insisted I take his picture. This is his serious pose. Then he asked to take my picture so I gave him the camera and showed him how to use it. First he pointed it at me, then he thought he would shoot his friend instead ……

IMG_3540For us “rich” Westerners, there is always the nagging sense of voyeurism in visiting villages like this. We are “rich” relatively, of course, but still, it is a jarring relativity.

... Indira Ghandi was determined to do something for the Dhalits and so began a programme of building secure houses ...
… Indira Ghandi was determined to do something for the Dhalits and so began a programme of building secure houses …

Our welcome at the Dhalit village was utterly charming and put us at ease. In this small community only one family remains eking out a living from traditional weaving, others being forced into more direct means of labour to survive or in flight to the city. Weaving takes time and there is plenty of that.

... the pedals for the loom are in the hole in the ground, ingenious ...
… the pedals for the loom are in the hole in the ground, ingenious …

Under a baking sun, though not yet noon, mother, daughter and grandmother sit creating small decorative items from scraps of material to sell at the market. IMG_3566

Bangles, beads and padded rings for load-bearing heads, all painstakingly crafted.

Inside the house pictures of Indian gods adorn the walls, Ganesha, Lakshmi, Vishnu, Krishna, M.S.Dhoni.

What we are witnessing is just a glimpse of routine.

An octogenarian Bishnoi couple, Bis – meaning 20, nai – meaning 9, for the 29 principles under which they live, including strict vegetarianism and no harm to living things, even trees and plants, are a profound example of the results of a pure life. Their bodies may be frail but again they are gracious.

We find the old man laying in the shade.  IMG_3572He says nothing but hauls himself up, places his glasses on his nose, and sits as part of our group, somehow his own gesture of respect and welcome.

A family of “many daughters – no sons” has left them to fend largely for themselves as they grow older. Deepak provides company, food, shopping and medicines in his role of surrogate son.

The old lady tells Deepak that she is short or her asthma medicine and produces a foil pack with just one tablet left. “Do you have a knife?” he asks of us, and he grins as I hand him my mini Swiss army knife, usually kept for scraping nails clean and opening beer bottles. “Tourists usually carry Swiss Army knives,” he says, and saws the foil pack to show the pharmacist.

IMG_3570 cropped

We felt honoured to visit this couple who have lived a pure and simple life and who now find themselves in their twilight years companions on a journey to who knows where. Too old and frail to work, their daughters having married and moved away, their neighbours looking in occasionally to check. Each other is all they have. It is a tale told across the world.

Moved and not a little saddened by the plight of all these communities that we visited we were left grateful for the opportunity and hopeful for the likes of Deepak, who sees taking tourists to see and share “the real thing” as a way of bringing their story to a wider world. And then somehow, there just might be some trickle-down effect of all this Indian economic growth.

( A few days after we left we learned that a Bishnoi anti-corruption campaigner from this area had been kidnapped and murdered by those he was planning to bring charges against. Arrests had been made and the chase was on for others involved. Just another indication that improving the lot of those at the bottom is going to be a long haul.)

... the extremely rare 2-headed water buffalo, don't get too close, Deepak said ...
… the extremely rare 2-headed water buffalo, don’t get too close, Deepak said …

8 thoughts on “Rajasthan Tales; – back to the country”

  1. I can relate to those awkward moments. I experience those almost every time I converse with the women I employ to help keep my house clean 😐
    Loved the pix, and also the bits of humour (heheh…all those gods and Dhoni)
    Your description of the Bishnoi couple brings to mind scenes from ‘Pather Panchali’…the first of the Apu Trilogy (Satyajit Ray). I do recommend it if you ever find the time.

    1. Thanks, Mun. the last time you recommended something – “The Wandering Falcon” – I bought it and loved it, so I shall track down the Apu Trilogy.
      Glad someone spotted the Dhoni reference. 🙂

  2. Thanks so much for sharing your visit. In what worlds apart we humans live… I appreciate that you also show that the various locals (Deepak, the Bishnoi couple, the others) have such different trajectories.

    1. Thank you, Lisa. When we came back from this trip, even though we had an idea of what to expect, we still couldn’t get out of our heads that these people in the country are so poor that they live in almost medieval conditions. I haven’t included the weavers and potters and block printers who we visited – the post would have gone on forever – but in the midst of this poverty there are craftsmen dragging themselves by hard graft up from the bottom of the pile.

  3. Having recently done a research project on the sexual trafficking of women and children, particularly in third world countries/under resourced communities, it is all I ever think of when I read anything about rural villages.

    I think it’s terrible, and I am trying to change it, but it is difficult.

    I am often amazed and humbled by the amount people do so much, with very little resources. I love the way education is valued and craved and seen as a way of improving lives.

    Many of us take much for granted in the western world, and as a result we can become fat, and lazy and lack appreciation.

    Thank you so much for sharing. Beautifully written. I felt like I was there, in the moment.

    Miss Lou

    1. Thank you for visiting and your comment, Miss Lou. You are right about education being valued. Every opportunity is taken to improve and in meeting us, to improve their English, though there is now a concern in India that English is killing natural languages.
      And thank you for the compliment – I am trying. 🙂
      Have you posted about your trafficking work ?
      We might be comfortable but we must never be smug or forget.

      1. In some manner there is the same concern here in Australia – with remote indigenous communities. A loss of Culture and language. There are programs being put in place to try and preserve traditional sacred languages, though it is certainly a challenge.

        I have not posted about the work I did on trafficking. I have alluded to some of it during posts here and there though not directly.

        I do agree. We must never be smug or forget.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s