Farmers of our nation: Punjab mera punjab

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Zara Dholiya Dhol ute Daga lain oye

Hath rakh kan ute boli tun pain oye

Ful khidiya sab de man bhaunda

PUNJAB MERA RAHE WASDA

(Hey the man with the DHOL, beat it , and sing the song, that as a flower is loved my everyone same way let my PUNJAB be loved to , let is live forever)

I remember the time when Punjab the state was one of the most rich state, it was supposedly the state which fed the whole of the country .. But over the years things have changed drastically.. first the terrorism and now the polictical Actually hold on let me rephrase that

The state of punjab was always given a Step motherly treatment by the centre govt. I am sure no one can deny that.. look what that has done to this state.. then the terrorism happen which took us so many years behind , A whole generation of punjabi youth was finished , disintegrated in those years.. the after math of that we are still feeling and some of us are living the horror.

The Government these days is only busy in filling there own coffers, no one has time for that man, The man who gets up early morning no matter what the weather is like rainy,chilly, hot … He gets up to go and tend to his farmland, his animals.. a Typical day in the life of a farmer .. I know because i have done it .. been there ..worn the tee 🙂

Get up at the first light of about 4:30/5 in morning , It a different story that if you did not get up the village Gurudwara’s granthi made sure you get up when he started with his daily routine on the Speakers..
Go to the fields to take a round , by the time you got back the ladies in the house had the fire burning, stoves ready .. getting the food ready .. Breakfast would be a Big Mug full of Lassi, with Paranthas… and off to fields .. Tilling the land, sowing the seeds, watering the fields , etc etc a non stop day of work .. work and more work.. with little respite from weather.. sun shinging hard and mighty .. or the winter chill going right inside to the bones .. Feet went numb when watering the fields in the middle of the night …

But all that was worth  the hardship when the first green leaf appeared from the soil .. but that also meant the problems start not one but so many of them …

Typically it is like ,

kadi motor sad gayi

kadi bor khad gaya

kadi paindaa soka

kadi sab kuch had gaya

Meaning that either the Motor to the tube well burnt cause of the fluctuations in electricity, you get that fixed then there would be a problem with the tubewell itself.. Sometimes the water level would go down , with no water or there was  draught like situation… OR it would rain so much that there is excess of water  and we get floods… 

The farmer has no other way then go and get a loan from the bank, and hope that next season things will be different, with a bumper crop he can get rid of the loan, and earn some money.. the whole life cycle starts all over again .. but its the same outcome and this time

kishtaan bank diyaan tut gayina

saari duniya da anndata

oh saunda bhukha bhana

And now the he has not been able to pay the installment also… So now he has has no crop, plus a defaulter with the bank.. he sleeps hungry the one who feeds the whole nation..

jatt di joon buri

tadap tadap mar jana

ridak ridak mar jana

Farmers have a bad life, they are going to die one day struggling..
This is the sad story of our farmers , if all goes well then the natural calamities takes over, diseases to the crops

paigi narme nu sundi

ganaa sukiya

das hun ki kariye

munda wehla kudiyaan jawaan hoiyaan

kehde khoohe dub ke maariye
mar mar jiun naalo taan changa hai iko din mar jana



Cotton (narma) has been attacked by american worm, sugarcane(ganna) has dried .. What can he do ..

His son is jobless, no work .. and daughters(kudiyaan) are grown now. they have to be married soon .. Which well can he throw himself down to die, thats why they think that its better to die then live like this every day …

jatt di joon buri

tadap tadap mar jana

ridak ridak mar jana

What is going to happen to our farmers(jatt), not just in punjab but everywhere its the same story .. We who live in the cities take everything for granted, do we sit for once and think about those who are actually providing for us, We go to a shop and buy the stuff with our money, the money which we MAY have earned after working hard.. but just imagine the plight of that farmer who is working so much harder then us, so we can eat, Yet he does not get what is due to them

Why dont we have the guts to ask the question, we are arguing over stupid things , spending hours on useless things, Wake up people All this development that we keep barking about, is not good if the backbone of our country is broken and FARMERS are those backbone of our great nation… we need to ask this question

Sadiyan Fasllan Da
Kahto Launde Mul Vayapari

We do all the work, get the grain to the market then why does someone else put a price tag on our work.

Lets tell the Government

fasallan te sapriyaan de pithan te pump tikke ne

is waari holi te patan nahin kine jatt vike ne

hathyar hi sute haje chalaune nahin aseen bhule

raflaan diyan nalaan de rakhe ne muh haje tak khule

jit ke ja waddi hai kithe thagan di toli

(We carry the weight of the pumps holding the fertilisers and sprays on our backs..
This holi season god knows how many more farmers have sold themselves
We might have thrown our WEAPONS (hathyaar).. But we have not forgotten how to use(chalauna) them
We have kept the mouth of our RIFLES (raflaan) open
Where do these THUGS go after winning the elections)

But what can I say when we ourself have cultivated these thorns in our life and given them permission to bleed us, kill us  for the next five year…

All lyrics are taken from songs sung by punjabi singh Babbu Mann..

The last time i visited my village we had a game of cricket at 5am in morning some pics..