Things were not so humorous always, to promote games to the people; Government asked the local schools and with the help of Ngo often organized sports and games in the remote out skirts. As among these people sex was the only sports and the mortally rate for both mother and child is high. Anyways, we had been once camped away in the village Mahant in Champa-Janjgir District, where we had made a small ground for a football tournament between the local schools, matches between the local administration and business institution, where every individual participated not only for the sponsored uniform and sports shoes, but it was a part of entertainment in the wild also, with all cooks and cookeries every person (players only) would go and have a days outing, all the nearby villagers were invited with lunch to visualize the event and it was fun always. Once I was accompanying an Ngo for an aforestation work and I encountered a strange thing.
There were groups in different aspects, some to collect the seedlings and some to distribute and some to look after the plantation and monitor the growth and Ngo were there to promote the use of plants in daily life and to preserve them. I was in the last stage of plantation and monitoring the growth. Initially the entire team works and when growth is monitored only me or a accompanist is left to do so and the rest of the members go ahead for a new site. We were served food from the local mandir as Prasad containing ‘Chauur’ i.e Rice and ‘Patal ke Chatni’ or ‘Jhojho’ a Solution of Tomato lots of green chilies and salt. That tastes great ask a Chatisgaria about that, anyways, One moon lit night everything was calm, the place I remember was like my childhood story ‘In the country of blinds, one eye man is the king’ I had my seventh sense working a form filling work in the light (daytime) and rest when there is no light, that too sleep in the mandir itself. However, we had to finish our morning pressure very early as the places were pre decided by the head of the village and we had to travel a lot to do so, one morning when the sun has not yet thought to wake up we 5 boys were in the predefined location in a equal interval of 4 feet some were smoking local biri, chatting and laughing at each other. I saw Nitin Paul continuous frog walking towards the centre away from the circle what we had made. We could hardly each other but could distinguish and assume some things in the fresh sand, when asked Nitin told that he was being pushed from behind, we could feel nothing, when to my shock, and a pig was just waiting behind him to deliver some product which he was consuming. We call it direct from cooking platform to the dish. All laughed. I suddenly remember once I had been to Turripani near Damoh-Dhara where there were pots below to collect the morning stuff and the whole family use to go in and pour, I wasted the most less time, I hated both going there and some people like me human beings caring the same over there head and dispose them. Anyways, we do not have such pot-shiting now-a-days. One morning my elder brother Partha, joined us, he always carried his SLR Pentax with him, he went for getting the pressure off, I saw him running down the stairs of the so called latrine naked towards his camp and running back in the same speed with his SLR in his hands, We were loitering beside and were shocked. He came off after a few minutes, when asked he was content with two things one from the morning pressure and one from getting the photograph of the big fat pig sitting below with his mouth open gulping his morning breakfast directly. Any ways it may be distracting, but still we had good times.
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