My blog forays today took me to Kalleda Village (h/t within/without ) in the Warangal District of AP: the state in India in which I was born, and grew up in. These photos taken by kids bring back to me many sweet memories from those childhood days spent romping in the villages of my farming grandparents.

On a related note, in the first chapter of "In Spite of the Gods" (I am planning to look this book up next time I visit a bookstore, never mind the weird title), Edward Luce, the longtime Indian correspondent of Financial Times, describes such juxtapositions of the hi-tech and the low-tech thusly:

"But it is at the side of the expressways in the glaring billboards advertising cell phones, iPods, and holiday villas and the shiny gas stations with their air-conditioned mini-supermarkets that India's schizophrenic economy reveals itself. Behind them, around them, and beyond them is the unending vista of rural India, of yoked bullocks plowing the fields in the same manner they have for three thousand years and the primitive brick kilns that dot the endless patchwork of fields of rice, wheat, pulse, and oilseed. There are growing pockets of rural India that are mechanizing and becoming more prosperous. But they are still islands. It is in this almost continuous contrast that you observe the two most striking features of India's early twenty-first century economy: its modern and booming service sector in a sea of indifferent farmland. It would be tempting, as you cruise happily toward your destination with a reasonable chance of being on time, to believe these features are from different worlds."

I, for my own selfish reasons, am glad that this other "indifferent farmland" India of toddy tappers, roadside vegetable hawkers, hand-powered water pumps, ox driving plough-men etc has not yet been swallowed whole by the silicon chip!