Friday, July 10, 2009

Harvesting Rice in the Payaos (Ricefields)

Harvesting rice was considered fun for the ordinary Kalinga kid, but for me then, I considered it a harrowing experience because of what happened during my first exposure.

We were all geared up for the "payao" (ricefields); with wide brim hats, long sleeved-clothing and our sharp scythes. We were to harvest rice wheats in two paddies.

The practice was to start the harvest only when you were certain you would be able to finish it; it was believed that any remaining unharvested rice wheat stalks would be ruined because the diety of the fields might become angry with what was perceived as laziness.

So there we were in the ricefield, all lined up as we harvested the rich wheats- one by one, using our razor sharp scythes. It was fun at first but when the sun reached its peak, I could no longer converse with my friend as my lips became parched and dry. My hands too, were already blistered and bleeding because of the sharp rice stalks that had persistently sliced through my palms...and to top these all, leeches were all over the muddy paddies sucking the blood out of me. They were found on the leaves of the wheat and on the mucilaginous mud at my feet. God, they were so lecherous, like hedonists making love; and had only detached themselves when I had scorched their sucking appendages with a smoldering tobacco.

I thought the day would never end, but of course, just like anything else, everything came to pass. We were done alright, but not after I cried several times from fatigue and pain, with all the blisters , sunburn and wounds I had obtained. I had to hide my tears amidst my sweat as I did not want to be called "lazy" by my peers.

From that day onwards, my skin thickened, the sole of my feet keratinized and I became insensitive to the rays of the noon day sun. I slowly adapted to the way of life; from my protected city life to the harsh rural setting.

I would never forget those memorable experiences though as they had made me tougher and a better person.

Photo by purplbutrfly


jakill said...

That does sound like a hard way to toughen up. But a great way to maintain the bonds of the community.

Ray Gratzner said...

Dear jena, that was a tough story. Hard work may injure the body but strengthen the soul. It is always a wonder to see how the body gains strength to meet the new requirements.
Ugly those leeches brr.. bloodthirsty bugger
Happy leech free blogging

Jena Isle said...

Yes Jean, you should experience it to know the real meaning of oneness. Total oneness.

Hi Ray,

The body could adjust as so does the mind. This is the reason why I understand a lot about the rural setting.

tashabud said...

Hi Jena,
This post reminded me of my own life experiences in the Philippines. When I lived in Bulanao, Kalinga-Apayao, my mother and I used to go work in people's rice fields as well. I still have the scar to my left pinkie as a memento from that hard life, which I'll never forget till the end. One of these days, i'll post about my past life in the Philippines.


Jena Isle said...

Hi Tasha,

Yes, those were the times...cheers.

pehpot said...

when I was still studying in Los Banos, we had a course where they had us experience how to plant rice.. jusmiyo, nangawit ang likod ko to think na wala pang isang ektarya ang tinaninam nami, I can just imagine how hard it must be to harvest it..

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danny said...

cool site:)

Virginia Gaces said...

Hi Pehpot,

OO nga mangangawit talaga ang likod mo. Ummiyak nga ako kinabukasan dahil sa matinding sakit.

Hi Danny,
Thanks. Cheers.