I've had just enough time... to see rice been planted.
Taken in a kampung in Cilegon, Java, Indonesia.
This field of ripening padi that I took in my visit to Cilegon in Jakarta is no more. It has been bulldozed over and converted to another factory. All in the name of progress.
It is easy for me to say this is bad. That the old way of Life should be preserved. But I know how difficult it is to walk in deep mud. And how back-breaking it is planting padi under the scorching tropical sun. And I remembered that nursery rhyme that I sang as a boy –
“Planting rice is never fun,
Bend from morn to set of sun.
Cannot stand and cannot sit,
Cannot rest a little bit.”
And I hesitated and reserved any hasty judgement. And I find the only thing I can condemn outright is – “poverty is bad”. Progress? It has two faces. But I sure miss the undulating field of ripening padi dancing to the wind.