Amrut Varsha Mahotsav

“Damn yaar I can’t recollect the last time I woke up at 5 am!” said Manu, a carefree urban lad who has never been exposed to the hardships of life. “I

LOGO ka kaam hai kehna
A World Without leaders
A Bittersweet Tale of Price Control and Myopic Decision-Making

monsoon_rain_clouds“Damn yaar I can’t recollect the last time I woke up at 5 am!” said Manu, a carefree urban lad who has never been exposed to the hardships of life. “It’s ok bhai, it will be worth it, it’s going to be a life changing experience, mark my words” assured Smit. Manu smirked at the comment and got off his bed unwillingly.
The day was 19th of July, when a select few SIIB students visited a village of a district in Maharashtra called Satara for Amrut Varsha Mahotsav. It was an initiative by a few enthusiasts who wanted to give back to the society in the form of agriculture.
As we entered the rural landscape, we saw mother earth in her “green sari”. The fields were lush green and fresh in the monsoon, in the avatar it deserves to be seen! A sense of excitement rushed among everyone in the bus. People dozing off interestingly in the bus too were wide awake with excitement now. Everyone was excited about exploring the true colours of an Indian village and seeing the ground reality of a contemporary Indian farmer, an opportunity to put our selfves in the “In Vivo” condition we’ve been hearing all throughout our graduation years.
We stepped out of our comfort zone, the bus, in bare feet in the rains. We were then divided into groups of 10-12 and each of us allotted a farmer. A 9 km walk into the fields was enduring. By the time we reached the fields, we were exhausted. We were showcased a farm, which at first seemed like a pit of water, cow dung and a few rice plants for plantations floating around. We were given responsibility to transplant almost an acre of land!
Finally the drill started. At first everybody felt icky and complained about the conditions of work, but as time passed by, we devised our own ways to beat the stress and worked in harmony. We managed to go against all odds, and completed the plantation of 1 acre in a meager 4 hours time! Singing, interacting with the farmer and a few candid moments, all came along as a package during the drill. Not to mention the finger licking lunch which was prepared by the compassionate farmers themselves for their respective groups.
Transplantation is considered one of the most strenuous practices in agriculture, and at the end of the day we took pride in declaring to the world “we contributed!”.
As we sat in our buses, strained and drained out, everyone sunk into their own thoughts. The entire experience was humbling with a plethora of takeaways. Respect for every farmer on earth multiplied by leaps and bounds. We saw for ourselves how the farmers mixed their sweat and blood just to secure our “TOMORROW”.
“Did you like it?” Asked Smit with a smug smile. Manu fumbled for words appropriate to the situation, and replied saying “jai jawan, jai Kisan!”

-Written By Smit Rathod & Manu Potti, MBA-AB ’13-15