Rice

Rice, rice, rice, rice fields every where, no men is rested, back bended, covered with dirt up to their knees and faces. Rice is everything in Bangladesh, as I have mentioned in my previous blog that its the main staple food and it is also the staple food for most of the Asian cuntries. Well rice is really something here, its a lot of work planting it. Its not just the planting part but your first harvest you will not eat it as soon as it comes out from the field but has to go through a lot of process. Drying, washing, drying, turning and eventually its pulp but may be after your second set of rice planting is done. How sad is that, waiting for three months of rice growing period till harvested and one month of fallow period and a week of preparing the land for second planting and three to four weeks of tranplanting...yes its alot of work. I see why Bangali spare no grain on the plate because of the hard work, and this makes me appreciate rice in someways, knowing how much work it involves. I was just talking with a Bengali that one should come up with a machine that can plant the rice seedling. So its the fields of rice you pass through as you go to work or just field visit and its rice.