everying morning after my tea at 10:00 with my collegues. I silently walk to the workshop room and pick up two tools. I dont know there names in telugu, tamil and english. i just use them. Much like my social interactions.
Anyways.
one is a sharp c shaped, agriculture tool. second one is same tools at the end of long stick. They are mostly used to cut stuff.
my collegues are unique and old. everyone easily above 45. there are generally 7 people present, 4 men and 2 women. the manager shanmugam, joins us sometime. I dont understand a word them speak. i communicate like any other deaf& dumb person do, it plesently fun.
Most of them worked in the farm for decades. Often in conversation they mention hay days. where 18-19 people used to work, with hens, cows, fruits and lot more. In many ways farm is retired. in the begining, i used to work from 9 to 11:30. but thats in jackfruit season(june&july), lately i took liberty with timing, there is also no much work in sep& oct. now i do roughly from 10-11:20.
The vigour these men and women display difinetly attracts my admiration.
at the end of the tea, every one slowly gets up. pickup there tools and continue with there stuff. Most days i am another hand to them. sometimes i get used as a weight too.
on few exciting days, i go on a solo mission. to clear a small canel that filled with useless plants.
That small canel filled with diverse factors. clean Lean 5-6 feet plants, housing red ants. bushes, you dont know where they start and where they end. crawlers. small plants with thorns.
Those red ants, they are not quite red actually. dark pink, thats the only thing i like about them. They are normal size, you can feel there feet when they are crawling on you. That should tell you something there bite. They live by moulding leaves into this shallow entity. i wounder how they do that. you can spot atleast 3-4 colineies on a plant. Looks like bubbles or ginggles on a crismex tree.
Those bushes with crawlers are a mess.
Small plants with thorns so insignificant at sight but, hurts nun less.
what i look for is the root and try to cut it as near to the ground as possible. they anyway grow again.
The C looking tool i use, can be found in almost all parts of India in different forms and names. In my native village, same tools but with wooden handle and its quite thin and light weight. That never captured my curiosity.
The tool i am currently using is completely made of steel, its not too light or too heavy. when its light it wont deliver the impact, when its light most of your focus goes to holding it.
This tool, you almost forget that you are holding it at times. you subconsciously know how its gonna turn and twist. the metal handle, you can feel it when its cold. you can feel it when its nothing. you can feel its metal. Its completely black, with sharp edges being gray.
First i make sure there is tension in what i am trying to hit, if its loose its gonna escape the blade energy. Then i look for curves or bumps or any uneven surface, where my tool can get in conflict with the tree. a exact spot, where a tree wont avoid the tool but question the sharpness face to face. If your tool wont meet that spot, it slides. like all of your energy wasted, i feel insulted with it happens. energy from your hand to tool and to tree. when your tool meets the spot and pierce into the trunk to sum degree and stops. when it stop the vibration from the tool to your hand. when your eyes confirm that, the tool did some amount of damage. you hold the handle even tighter and pulls it. a suction kinda sound happens.
Trees are made out of fabric. not plants but a tree. the sound of a tree breaking is probably the most lustful sound nature can give us. like a ejaculation, like a handful thighs under a black silk cloth. the only other sound that can compete with this is an unapologetic thunder cry on a dark night.