Thillaivanam Tales: Where Ancient Grains Meet Modern Dreams
As a realtor, I’ve always been in the business of connecting people with their dream homes. Little did I know that my own dream would lead me to a different kind of property altogether – a patch of earth I now call Thillaivanam.
Three years ago, I traded my SUV for bullock cart and embarked on an adventure in organic farming. My farm in Uthiramerur, Chengalpet District, has become my sanctuary, my classroom, and my contribution to a healthier planet.
You might wonder, “Why would a city-dwelling realtor dive into the world of agriculture?” Well, let’s just say I wanted to close a deal with Mother Nature herself!
At Thillaivanam, we are bringing back the stars of yesteryear – traditional Tamil rice varieties that have been pushed to the sidelines by their modern, chemical-dependent cousins. Poongaar, Karuppu Kavuni, Kaattu Yanam, Kitchili Samba, Seeraga Samba, and Ponni – these aren’t just rice varieties; they’re time capsules of our agricultural heritage, each grain telling a story of resilience and nutrition.
Farming these indigenous varieties without chemical fertilizers isn’t just a practice; it’s a philosophy. It’s about respecting the wisdom of our ancestors and the rhythms of nature. And let me tell you, there’s something magical about watching these forgotten grains sprout and thrive, knowing they’re nourishing both the soil and the soul.
But Thillaivanam isn’t just about rice. We have got groundnuts nodding their heads in agreement and sesame seeds whispering ancient secrets. And let’s not forget my six desi cows, with Lakshmi as the undisputed queen of the herd. They are not just livestock; they are my partners in this green revolution, providing natural fertilizer and reminding me daily of the interconnectedness of all living things.
This journey has taught me that true wealth isn’t just in brick and mortar or the flash of currency. It’s in the richness of the soil, the purity of our food, and the harmony we create with our environment. It’s about being a steward of the land, not just an owner.
To my fellow Rotarians, I say this: our quest for service can take unexpected forms. Mine led me to become a custodian of biodiversity, a preserver of tradition, and yes, occasionally, a cow whisperer.
So, the next time you sit down for a meal, think about the story behind each grain on your plate. And remember, in a world of concrete jungles, sometimes the most revolutionary act is to plant a seed and watch it grow – organically, of course!
