Acres of Paddy fields, criss-crossed by narrow muddy roads, with a few bullock carts parked here and there. Suddenly there appears a rustic beauty who walks in beautyâ€¦.Yeah, you have got it right! A good-looking rural chap dreams of such an ambience and you hear the background music for a folk song. The next ten minutes could tempt you to dance to the tune or to take a short break.
At times you would see an ancient temple and typical Brahmin houses in front of it, reminiscent of bygone days. The frontage of every house is washed with cowdung-mixed water and decorated with white powder. The Brahmin ladies who wake up before dawn and have their bath by sunrise could be seen going in and out of their houses, singing some devotional songs even as their hubbies would be chanting some â€˜mantrasâ€™. If it is festival season, it is heaven on earth; and you become nostalgic. Of course the real world is different. Everything is done in a mechanical way and in a hurry, these days.
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Thatâ€™s why we must be thankful to the film producers and directors who recreate the olden days and those rare locations, but they too are at the mercy of those who are busy urbanizing every nook and corner of such lovely spots.