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Saturday, February 2, 2013

Punjab's poor blaze a trail to sow up Georgia (February 1, 2013, brisbanetimes.com.au)

High land prices are forcing Indians to till the more welcoming soils of the Caucasus, writes Jason Burke in Manochahal.
THE sun dips, the cattle low as they are driven back to the farms and a telephone rings with a Bollywood soundtrack tone. Tujinder Singh is calling the sarpanch - the elected head - of Manochahal, his native village.
The conversation - about crops, prices, weather and mendacious middlemen - is like a million or so similar early-evening calls placed by farmers across south Asia. Except that the land Tujinder Singh is tilling is in Georgia, the small mountain nation in the Caucasus.
Singh, 38, is one of a new wave of farmers pioneering one of the world's more unlikely migrations. During a recent spell as a cook in Dusseldorf he heard about thousands of hectares of fertile land on former collective farms in Georgia, lying fallow for want of manpower.
The contrast with his native Punjab, with its surging population and high land prices, was striking. So two months ago he and three friends flew from Amritsar to Tbilisi, the Georgian capital, to seal a deal for the lease of 50 hectares.
Back for a short break and some tandoori chicken, Singh said he was very happy with the move, even if he remains slightly vague about the geography of his new home. ''We are paying $950 for each hectare for a 99-year lease. You'd not get much for that in the Punjab. I'm not sure if the farm is in the north or south, but it is sort of over by Turkey and Armenia,'' he said.
Singh and his associates are far from alone. A growing number of Punjabi farmers are heading for Georgia. Agents in major towns such as Jalandhar are advertising Georgian land deals and business is brisk.
''It started a while back, just a dozen or so. Maybe now it is hundreds. Once word spreads there will be many. They come to me for passports. They are looking for pastures new,'' said JS Sodhi, the bureaucrat who issues travel documents in Amritsar, the nearest major city to Manochahal.
The farmers of the Punjab, known as the grain basket of India, have long searched overseas for new land. An earlier wave of migrants went to Canada, where urbanisation meant thousands of farms were empty. More recently, Punjabi farmers have been buying or renting thousands of hectares in Ukraine, Uzbekistan and across eastern and central Africa.
The money the farmers make overseas is often sent home to buy land, contributing to the rise in prices that forced them to leave in the first place.
Georgian officials in India say the new arrivals may be disappointed. ''We are not encouraging them. They are going on their own. There are some private people in Georgia selling land. We have no program for this,'' a Georgian official said.
It is illegal for a foreigner to directly own land in the country and, though it is relatively cheap, it is less abundant than often reported. A recent project to attract farmers from overseas, particularly white South Africans, was a failure.
''There's a huge hunger for land and it's said to be very good land over there, fertile and well-irrigated,'' said Gokul Patnaik, a Delhi specialist on global agriculture. ''It's mechanised farming, but the Punjab is the one area of India where tractors are widely used, so that won't be too much of a problem.''
Nor is the cultural gulf separating the Caucasus and western India an obstacle. ''I like the food and the people are very friendly,'' said Tulwinder Singh, another pioneer, though not speaking Georgian where few speak Punjabi was ''a challenge''.
Some in the Punjab fear an exodus from the villages and the end of a centuries-old way of life. Dulwinder Singh, the village head of Manochahal, says he does not think large numbers of young farmers will follow his neighbour to Georgia, however.
''Over there you work the land, you invest in it, you sweat over it, but it is yours just for 99 years. Then what?'' he asked, as he sipped tea with four neighbours outside his farmhouse.
''My land here was worked by my father, my father's father, his father and as far back as anyone can remember.
''What can replace that?''

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