Strive is a fruit bearing tree. Today to look at India and it’s culture, we would see people who come an everyday event at some villages where people gather and hear the stories of bravery and valor of historical personalities which remain dead in the progressing India. We are taught about Mahatma Gandhi, about revolts and movements that happened, about some known historical figures which cannot forgotten in our lifetime whilst leaving other brave fighters who fought on head-up horses and mares only to preserve what has been theirs and others for generations. These stories and poems and shayaris of the KATHIAWARI are still sung and narrated with spirited and enthusiastic people when people gather to hear about their ancestors in villages. Even if they are uneducated by some means but they carry the real treasure of India which has been buried almost and is preserved in their minds and hearts.
The stories which tell us how these mentally and physically strong the Kathiawari horses and mares remained in the very care and authority of their fellow humans supporting them like spines when the time came. Songs which bloom hearts and erect goosebumps of how the Kathiwari horses and mares and their endless service to mankind.
We don’t know the history yet. We don’t know it all. Or maybe we will never know until we take interest and are not proud by words but proud in our hearts of these people who won’t ever be written in books in the deep digging of Google or by stories heard by lucky travellers.
I hope people become more aware and affectionate towards the Kathiwari horses and become their proud “preservers” and help the Precious Kathiawari from near extinction. Help treasure from leaving the world because trust me we will be poor.
Hail the Kathiawari, live long tge Kathiawari!!
