Jally : Where time is stuck
Time has been stuck for hundreds of years in the village of Jally, 170 kilometers northwest of the capital. For centuries nothing has moved here to impose any threat to the nature. The village is connected to the outer world by a narrow earthen road through some of the most picturesque landscapes. Lush green paddy fields, crisscrossed by canals and manmade ponds, stretch up to the horizon. Rare birds, including the Palla’s Fish eagles [Kura] comb the fields and the water bodies, occasionally screeching sharply during flights. In the evening howling of jackles pierces the darkness. A melodrama opens up in the sky with millions of stars emerging in front of naked eyes. The absence of light pollution adds a surprise to the newcomer from the big city.
The plantation in the area is disciplined and spread out into the fields. In the canals fishing nets dominate the landscape, a sign of fishes aplenty.
The only significant house at the edge of the vast fields in Jally belongs to a retired government official-turned farmer. Modest and hard working, the man toils for hours in the fields and in the large ponds where fishes thrive. Angling here is a must.
The sign of healthy environment is everywhere in the village. In the late evening of a recent day, an elderly farmer, with a bamboo stick, was walking his daughter home from her work place in a farmer’s home. A small torch in his hand, the elderly man walked with prudence. Seconds later, a thrashing noise could be heard from the same direction. As the elderly man led the way he was confronted with a four feet long cobra. His instincts knew exactly what to do. He handed over the torch to his daughter and hit the snake with his bamboo stick right into the head of the unfortunate cobra. Then the man continued smashing the head of the reptile till it went silent. Its tail still moving, the man picked the serpent with his stick and tossed it away into the paddy field. Undaunted, the father and daughter then walked on to their destination with her now holding the faint LED torch.
In the winter evenings the sun becomes a benign bowl of red glow from the early afternoon. Billows break upon the villages in the distance. Quietly, a silky crimson covers the world.
District – Netrokona
Police Station: Kendua
Five Kilometers from Rampur Bazaar
One hour thirty minutes from Mymensingh on a CNG
Fare from Mymensingh on CNG – Tk 500
Contact : Farmer 0171 2060 754 
Story By Morshed Ali Khan
Photographs by: Towfiq Elahi
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on Nov 4 2014. Filed under Home Slide, National, Travel.
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