Rohit was a first generation expat from his family. He went to USA for pursuing his Masters degree in Mechanical Engineering and then settled there. Rohit had everything that a typical well-settled expat Indian is expected to have – a green card, a home, a family and a job profile that anybody would be envious about – he was the VP of the New Product division.
Rohit was also the only child of his parents, who now lived in Pune. He religiously had his family vacations, so that his children could form a bond with their grandparents from both the sides. But such visits however well-planned only meant visits to his parents and his wife’s parents and that was the ‘family in India’ that their children knew about.
During one such India visit, Rohit’s father asked him “Do you remember our village home in Ratnagiri?” Rohit was a bit lost at the question initially, but then he recollected a few faint memories of an imposing wada with a huge orchard at the back. His far-away look was noted by his mother and she simply said, “You might not remember much as after your high school you were usually busy with studies and later you went to USA”. Rohit’s son Anish was listening to the conversation. He quickly checked up Ratnagiri on Google and announced “Dad this looks like a cool place, let’s go there while we are in India!”
And just like that in a discussion over dinner, the Dongre family planned their Ratnagiri visit.
“Okay let’s look up some hotels” said, Rohit. His father simply said, “I will be staying at the Wada, you guys can book yourself a hotel close by”. “Does someone even live there dad?” now Rohit was genuinely surprised!
Yup! My brothers and a few of your cousins do live there. We go there every year!
This got Rohit and his family, even more excited. There were apprehensions about meeting someone for the first time, there was also the fear of how Rohit’s children will take in the rural life! As far as Rohit remembered the wada was a pretty old place.
But there was hardly any time to think! Things moved so quickly that they were to leave in the next two days!
The first thing that hit Rohit when he visited his native place was the lush greenery, smiling faces and the quiet recognition that everyone showed. Rohit and his family were greeted with a lot of warmth and Rohit reconnected with a lot of his cousins, that he remembered playing with as a kid! In the next half an hour, all his new found cousins and their children were connected online, thanks to Facebook! Anish exclaimed “Let’s do an FB live! I want my US friends to know, I have so many cousins that we could make a baseball team!”
Knowing your roots and meeting so many who can be called family was an uplifting feeling. The fear about how his family would take in a village life, melted away!
After they freshened up, Rohit along with a cousin Raghav, decided to go around the village. It was surprising that the people seemed to recognize him; there was respect in their eyes, which didn’t seem to make sense. “I never came to the village, after middle school, yet why is there this warmth?” questioned Rohit to Raghav.
Raghav smiled and steered him towards a tall building in the square “This is the government school of our village, it was started after the efforts of our grandfather! Our grandfather was a qualified doctor, educated in Pune, yet he came back and worked all his life for the upliftment of our village! He was the first doctor in this whole region and was instrumental in starting many initiatives for the betterment of health, sanitation and education in our village and neighboring areas.”
The words got etched somewhere deep in Rohit. He didn’t know much about his grandfather’s work. They came once a year for around 10 days to the village. By then, grandfather had retired and Rohit was too small to understand what his social service or ‘work’ mean! He became curious to know more about the great man!
Over the next two days, Rohit and Anish got to know a lot about the great figure. They were amazed and humbled with the dedication and efforts put in! “Apart from sharing a surname, I wonder what else do I have common with this great man,” wondered Anish and Rohit just replied “Exactly my thoughts son!”
Next day, they were going to their village deity and watching at the lush paddy fields and huge mango orchards that lined both sides of the road. “I want to be a farmer! This is so beautiful” quipped Anish. “With most youngsters not wanting to be farmers or going to cities, I don’t know how long these green surroundings would survive” said a worried Raghav. This caught Rohit by surprise!
“Why was nobody interested in farming?”
“Everyone thinks there isn’t much dignity in being a farmer, plus with so many climatic changes, farming just doesn’t seem feasible, they don’t get labor to work and you never know if there will be any returns on investment! It is a tough life.”
The answer put Rohit in deep thought! We were losing the primary life sustaining business known to man! There was something wrong here! By the time they were returning back from the temple, Rohit had his light-bulb moment! He quickly made a few phone calls and started typing away feverishly on the laptop.
For the next two days, Rohit looked like a man possessed! He was making presentations, watching videos, creating models.
“Would you be able to introduce me to the govt. school management by any chance?” asked Rohit to Raghav, just as he was sitting down for dinner. “Yes sure! I am an honorary member there, will talk and set something up by tomorrow.” But what is this about, asked a curious Raghav?
Well, I am a mechanical engineer and my company is into making machines for farming. I connected with them about the problems here and they are interested in sharing knowledge with the school students as part of their social responsibility activity. We have a branch in Mumbai and we are thinking of having yearly projects in schools that will ignite their interest in science. This will have good cash prizes that students can use for higher education.
The conversation lit up Raghav’s and Anish’s eyes! After dinner, the three of them huddled together over the presentations and there were excited exchange of ideas late into the light.
In the next two days, some more phone calls later, the presentation was arranged. Rohit showcased how his team would be interested in introducing basics of mechanical learning and creating farming related tools as a vocational subject in the school. This would prepare the students for the year end competition. The competition would revolve around creating simple and cost-effective machines that would help farmers.
The vocational classes would happen via video calls and once a month, one of his team members from Mumbai, would come to access the situation and understand the on ground realities.
By the end of the presentations, Rohit could sense that the teachers and the management alike were interested in trying this new way of learning. Rohit did a small introduction with students, to understand their perspective and the result was amazing! As he showed them how a cost effective rice-cutting instrument could be made by the students, he saw the excitement in their curious eyes.
“This is just the beginning”, Rohit mused to himself. He had just ignited a hundred little flames!
Simply beautiful !
Super story….Well set and well written. Thanks for sharing Neha.
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That’s such an uplifting story. If only there were more people like Rohit life in villages would be much more liveable. Reminded me a bit of Swades – one of my favourites.
Such a beautiful heaven story…If few of us think like Rohit, our nation will have a new beginning
True Anubhuti, I am hopeful
Wow! Its certainly humbling to discover one’s roots and even more so to realise how much one’s family is respected and loved. We never think beyond ourselves ever and something like this shakes us up!
Loved your writing here Neha!
Thanks Shalini
This is such an inspiring story. I wish there were more people like Rohit. We are a bright nation that requires the right push to be on par or rather better than other nations.
I am hopeful Vinodini
Lovely story! Thanks for sharing. New Year, New Tools.
What a fantastic story! May the tribe of real-life Rohit’s increase! We all need to do our own small bit for the world we live in.
True that Sanjini
such a beautiful story. i truly wish people would go back to their roots, value agriculture and expand horizons!
Thanks Ishieta
How nice! Very sweet story. We need more people to think like Rohit. Beautifully penned Neha.
Thanks Deepa
It’s a inspiring story so glad he found his roots and did something for his people
Thanks Akshata
Wow!!!! Wonderfully penned. This is a story of hope. This is such a positive story which says the World is a good place with good people. Loved it.
I certainly believe world has a lot of goodness, we just need to find it
Wow so Creative Neha. Loved the story of the grand children visiting their native place and then becoming part of the warmth and ethos. Reminded me of my native GOA. I miss it because living away I usually end up visiting Mumbai immediate family only. My son won’t really know his extended family much so this struck a deep. Chord with me.
Thanks Sharvari. Hope you find a way to bridge that and your child also enjoys the warmth that you grew up in
What a lovely story. Thank you so much for sharing. Connecting with our roots are so important. Now that I have a little one I could very much relate.
True Kamana
What a beautiful, inspiring story! If we have to progress as a nation we all must not forget our roots which invariably reach a village. 🙂
Very true Priya
What a positive tale!! We need more Rohits around us 🙂
True that Aritra
The character Rohit is hard to find but not impossible in real life. We try to involve with what our ancestors’ thinking but sometimes generation gaps come in between or our personal dreams. A creative piece Neha.
Thanks Geethica
Such a lovely story. I love the way Rohit is interested to work the village into a better place.
What an amazing story. So often we want to only develop our cities but we forget our villages the roots where we came from. Hoping to read more such amazing stories from you 🙂
I felt something similar last summers when I went to a native place of family. I so much lvoed the warmth and greenery around. Farming is one important issue another one was addiction to social media. 1 week without it was heaven.
I loved reading your this article which highlights the truth of life. We all need to give to get back.
Lovely story. Such innovations are required to drive the interests of the younger generations towards farming
Very well written and grasping. Loved reading the entire article! There is no much well educated people can offer to farming and help the sector rise by leaps and bounds
What a inspiring story neha. I loved reading this. So well articulated.
That story is such a lovely read and I’ve heard of a few similar real life stories like these who have completely changed the life of certain villages and communities.
This is what we need.Young people innovating our roots to make agriculture and life more sustainable and easier.Lovely story.
Beautifully captured! I wish it were longer though, a full blown narrative with descriptive imagery and the play of emotions. 🙂
Will try to do that! I am still getting comfortable with long narratives, I am scared I might wander off 😛
This is a beautiful story. I know many friends who are sons and daughters of farmers and I respect them a lot because they are Annadaata. It’s nice that you picked a story that depicts that youngsters and people abroad understand the value of farmers 🙂
Beautiful story and very inspiring. Only if there were more people like Rohit and farmers were uplifted in this country!
Lovely story! Technology today can bridge gaps and uplift the agrarian sector that tends to lag behind. Your story speaks of hope and makes the reader mull over how each one of us can contribute in our own small way.
Sometimes we get so wound up in our urban activities that we forget how resourceful we can be to the rural areas.