Visits to two villages, in October 2018, in the hilly region north of Ambajogai, got me thinking. It was for the first time I saw, after hearing for months, people migrating to Sangli, Kolhapur, Belgaum and other areas of Maharashtra and Karnataka to harvest sugarcane. While I looked forward to getting home for Diwali, these folks were packing their bags and leaving their homes.
A failed crop after another failed monsoon left more people in debt compared to the past couple of years. Harvesting sugarcane seemed to be a better and stable source of income, than depending on erratic rainfall.
A jodi (couple) here fetches up to a lakh rupees every season. In one village, as I entered, I encountered a ceremony. I asked about it to realize that it was an engagement ceremony. Parents find it easier to marry off their teenage daughters than leave them unattended for another year. The new couple, blessed by the village folks, was soon off to Kolhapur.
The villages look deserted in the winters. Sometimes, the whole village migrates en masse. Only old people who cannot work, stay back and take care of their grandchildren. Some children migrate with their parents and if lucky enough continue their education.
In another village I visited, I met a 12-year old boy whose mother, a sugarcane labourer, apparently committed suicide when he was just four months old. The boy’s father was a drunkard. The boy and his elder sister were then raised by their grandparents, who also worked as sugarcane labourers. The grandmother narrated her story, of how she had to go ‘underground’, how she lived in Karnataka, sometimes in cities like Bangalore. It was a tale of resilience and it continued to present day. With small savings, the grandparents, who were blacksmiths, built a small house in that village. As I was leaving, I noticed the granddaughter, a young girl in high school. The grandma proudly told me that she had looked after the girl’s education.
I thought of the girl as I drove back and wondered about her life after matriculation, if her grandparents pass away, if she is married off, and if she too became a sugarcane labourer. I wondered if she would someday say, “चला उस तोडाया.”
For more, please read-
- The long road to the sugarcane fields, a story by Parth M.N. on migrating workers from Beed district. https://ruralindiaonline.org/articles/the-long-road-to-the-sugarcane-fields
- Why migrant labourers are employed as sugarcane harvesters by South Gujarat coop sugar factories. https://counterview.org/2018/04/25/why-migrant-labourers-are-employed-as-sugarcane-harvesters-by-south-gujarat-coop-sugar-factories/
- Parth M.N. explores the harrowing work in sugarcane fields https://ruralindiaonline.org/articles/cutting-cane-for-2000-hours