I want to be a farmer

This was a thought long before the GM advert cam during super bowl. I wanted to be a farmer but one with a difference.

I am only sharing an idea. Where I grew up is an arid region with little or no rain the farmers often kill themselves because the so called benefits never reach them. This got me thinking what about drip irrigation. I have read that drip irrigation really helped many areas in the world then it struck it has to be the cost. Well so I had a brainwave as usual what if I became a farmer the plan would be to get in drip irrigation and grow only fruits and vegetables, raise cattle but sell only end products the bane of Indian agriculture is that the farmers do not sell the end product. They sell the rice to mills which sell them to the consumers. While the farmers in the US grow the wheat, husk it do whatever needs to be done and only then sell it to the bigger firms it gets them more money. Also the middle men who so easily ask for more commission have to be done away with.

Will it happen? I hope it does till then as the ad goes:

And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer.

"I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife's done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon -- and mean it." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain'n from 'tractor back,' put in another seventy-two hours." So God made a farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor's place. So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week's work with a five-mile drive to church.

"Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life 'doing what dad does.'" So God made a farmer.