Group Discussion

It is said that life in a village is simple, pure and natural. There is nothing mechanical or artificial there. There are large tracts of land open countryside, green fields on all sides, wealth of trees and open air and bright in the sunshine. There is no din and noise. Life is quiet. There is peace.

But villages are no longer beautiful and peaceful. Quarrels and blood-sheds are a common feature of village life. Drinking, smoking, and gambling also go on in one form or the other. Disruptive forces are at large and they end their anger in the villages. The monster of ‘ugra bad’ or extremism has spread its horrible claws in each and every comer of the villages. It simply displays the ugly fact that villagers are living in barbaric age. Extremists hate
negotiations. They cannot sit and talk peacefully. The way to force government to concede their demands. Thus extremists strike at the very roots of democracy. They are anti-people and anti-progress. They attack villagers, they kill people mercilessly.

The Trees
My village has six or seven mango orchards but they had been planted long ago. Bur of all the unplanted trees, the banyan is unique. There are eight banyan trees in my village. They arc unique, not only for the manner of their growth but for the area of shade they provide from the burning sun. Their close relationship with man has evolved over the years to make the banyan a popular meeting place, a focal point of worship and a source of practical materials for commerce.

As the banyan grows, it sends aerial roots down the trunk of the supporting tree. The Indian banyan is one of the world’s largest tropical trees Banyan trees of my village are homes of various birds.