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i am bihar: mobile phone has reached her, but hasn\'t
He came out in banyan trees and trousers and asked who I was because he found me talking to a group of women in his village.
He spoke in Hindi and stood out in Bhojpurispeaking group.
He grew up and studied in ranch and worked at HDFC Bank in Ramgarh to open accounts for people living in rural areas.
Six years ago, he returned to his village and worked for a company selling lights in the village.
The night before, he came back from Patna late on his motorcycle, where he went to work.
That\'s why he slept.
He asked someone to bring me a chair and sit down.
It\'s October. By this time of year, the weather should get cold. -
But it\'s as hot as the summer in Bihar.
With a plastic chair.
It would be strange to sit down when the woman I spoke was sitting on the ground, but he insisted that I was a guest.
I was standing and chatting all the time but ended up sitting for a while and Anil told me why he moved back to his village.
Later, he took me to a group of houses behind him, where I found that there were only four poles separating a group of houses from the lights.
But before that, let me tell you the story of Anil.
* Father Y ran from the village when he was a child.
He is illiterate, but he managed to do a good job and found a job in a company dealing with coal.
My sisters and I were educated in ranch.
We\'re all married now.
I moved back to our village because my wife found a job as a teacher at a government Elementary School in four bay, two hours from us.
She earns 9,000 rupees a month and lives there.
I live here alone because the distance is too big for her to travel up and down.
Once she is eligible for a transfer request, she will make it immediately.
I moved back from ranch because of her.
Although we can\'t stay together, I can get in touch with her soon if there is an emergency.
Ranch went too far.
I have tried some temporary work since I got here. I miss Ranchi.
Life there is so different.
I miss my friends but we are going there for a holiday and I look forward to it.
I surf the Internet over the phone, but the connection here is slow.
It only speeds up at night.
Here people don\'t know what a smartphone is and what an Android phone is.
They only use mobile phones on the phone.
Young people use them to listen to movie songs.
Hana Devi, dressed in pink sari, interrupted him, saying she only knew the green and red buttons on the keyboard of her phone.
She smiled shyly and told me that she just pressed those buttons and that\'s it.
She spends most of her time talking to men in Rajasthan who earn Rs 350 to Rs 400 a day.
When I told her that it was almost the same as the daily bet income in Bihar, she said that working in another state gave them a reputation.
No one called them, but imagined them to do some kind of work in another part of the country.
Most of the young boys who finished their studies went to work in Rajasthan, Gujarat, Delhi and other places.
Few people go to college.
Under the temptation of the government\'s lunch and unified plan, parents sent girls to school, but I was told that no one went to college.
Lunch, uniforms and bicycles provided by the state government allowed many children to return to school in Nitish Kumar.
Dhana Devi has a mobile phone but cannot charge it because there is no electricity to her house.
She charged her phone at s\'s home (
Higher than her in caste class).
Others in her community do the same.
Caste is worn on sleeves and lips and is the most important part of a person\'s identity in the rural hinterland.
Bajidpur is a village known as the village of Turkavalia, which houses s and s.
Each community has its own cottage Group;
Each one seems to be separated by an invisible edge.
It is hard to imagine that when a group of families around them have been powered on for 10 years, the wires have not reached these 30 or 35 houses built with thatched bricks.
The village has a paved road that looks better than women in many poor villages in Har.
I was struck by this irony.
Cell phone, but no plug-in!
When I asked Dhana Devi if she was watching TV at her home charging her phone, she smiled and told me that there were only four poles separating the community from light over the years.
His is the real Bihar, \"wear t-
Accompany me to the shirt on the village side.
Ironically, the houses are surrounded by other houses with electricity on both sides.
\"The pole you saw ---
This is the last one on this side and I will show the other side when we look back.
But it\'s dark.
\"The problem is that we are not as strong as s, so we are not sure what we need.
Is from a lower caste, but has not succeeded in fighting the higher caste, so the needs of the lower caste people have been ignored.
\"Some people familiar with the matter petitioned through a non-governmental organization to unload an electric pole here, but because we were not here at the time, some people from neighboring villages took it to their village.
\"Anil has electricity at home because his house is closer to the pole.
He said he had electricity.
He pointed to a rusty pole and brought it home.
He has a TV, a computer and an inverter, and his electricity bill is about Rs 110.
Just behind him, a group of houses were still separated from the light due to the lack of four similar poles.