The poets’ hearts danced at the sight the picturesque landscape in the vicinity of the villages. Once upon a time the villages were credited with all the noble virtues. The salubrious rural setting was refreshing the monotony of the routine life. But with the passage of time the village scenes have included numerous dismal pictures to the shock and wonder of the people. Unfortunately the villages have been enveloped by the darkness of displeasing activities, which were beyond expectation. A village in the past occupied a remarkable niche for it was the nerve-centre of human values. After long years of dramatic changes these places seem to be discarded and wastelands. The Bhagabat Tungi (dove – cot), the village Mandap and the Akhadas are no more the attraction for the people. The traits of artificiality and modernity have spoiled the good hearts as well as the independence of the village folk. The impact of modern civilization has corroded the simple lifestyle. The naive minds are pre-occupied with envy, hatred, violence and the traces of inhumanity.
It is needless to say that the villagers are far from the touch of deception and selfish pursuit. Gradually the deep-rooted hospitality, humility, co-operation and fellow feeling are losing fervour. Further, in the grip of moral turpitude people are ready to stoop to any level. The negative forces like back-biting, boot-licking and leg-pulling have cropped up in the rural atmosphere. Of course it does not mean that a village is an absolute hell. The talents blooming in such an unpleasant scenario is still a credit for many of the villages.
The march of science has afforded comfort and luxury but it is a great failure in giving people peace and happiness. It is shameful that the ghastly acts of mud slinging and jealousy have its sway over the majority of the people. People are no more hesitant to spoil time, energy and dignity only beating about the bush. The nasty politics in the village life is a hindrance on the way of progress and good will. It is again shocking that some people are suffocated because of the unhealthy atmosphere. Though the air, water, soil, mountain, river etc. have a prominent role to make some body worth living yet they are compelled to develop distastefulness to the birth place. There is no other way except to leave the loving village in the pretext of earning bread or for children’s education in the town and some other pleas the villagers know well. The day is not far when the villages will be the habitations only for the dominating as well as the downtrodden people. So it is high time to realize the flaws in character that is polluting the sanctity of the villages. Let there be consciousness among the villagers to march towards the destination as fellow travellers but not as evil mongers.