September 8, 2026
As Monthi Fest draws near, our hearts are filled with cheer,
Green paddy plants grow within our church compound here.
The very stalks that soon will grace our altar bright,
Fill our parish family with joy and delight.
A gentle pause from our fast-paced city life,
A soothing sight for eyes tired of screens and strife.
A touch of the village, growing within our city,
Keeping our roots and cherished traditions alive with dignity.
The joy of preparing the field, bringing the soil with care,
The excitement of shaping the paddy bunds, planting seedlings fair.
The happiness of nurturing each plant as it grows,
And the harvest we await-making this Monthi Fest uniquely ours.
Our church compound holds a rare and beautiful sight-a little paddy field growing right in the heart of the city. Amid the constant honking of vehicles and the hum of city life, it brings a gentle stillness. A green paddy field stands proud amidst the towering buildings, bringing a little piece of the countryside into our urban surroundings. As the breeze passes through the paddy, the green plants sway like gentle waves across the little field. The earthy smell of fresh mud takes us, if only for a moment, back to the familiar paths of our villages. And then there are the little paddy bunds, making the sight even more special for those of us accustomed to concrete roads. For a moment, surrounded by green, soil, and silence, the busy city feels a little more like home.


































For our ancestors, working in the fields was a way of life. Sowing the seeds, nurturing the growing crop, harvesting the new grain, and offering the first harvest to God were all part of a beautiful tradition. They knew the food on their tables because they had watched it grow in the fields and had nurtured it with their own hands. Today, that connection has slowly faded. Instead of seeing the food we eat growing in the fields, we often see it neatly packed in plastic bags on shop shelves. Amid this changing way of life, our church brings a little piece of that forgotten connection back to life through a unique and beautiful celebration of Monthi Fest.
Paddy stalks hold a special place in the celebration of Monthi Fest. The new harvest, lovingly brought to the church, is blessed and distributed to every family, where it finds a place on the dining tables of our homes. In earlier days, these tiny stalks even travelled across the seas in postal parcels, carrying a little piece of home to families living abroad. We call them "Novem"-the new harvest. Though small, they are powerful links that connect families, bridge distances, and strengthen bonds. What makes this tradition even more special is that the Novem we will carry home has been grown right here, within our own church compound. This little field has become a shared labour of love, with the priests of our parish, seminarians, and youth joining hands to nurture it. From soil and seedlings has blossomed something much greater-a beautiful expression of faith, family, tradition, and togetherness.
In a city where agriculture has slowly disappeared, seeing a paddy field feels like finding water in a desert. As the green paddy sways in the breeze, it feels as though the pages of an old tradition are turning before our eyes. The field reminds us of our deep bond with the soil and opens a treasure chest of memories-our childhood days, village paths, our land, the struggles of our ancestors, and their hard work. The smiles of field workers, footprints in the mud, ploughing the fields, sowing seeds, and the joy of harvest bring those memories rushing back to life. This growing paddy is more than a celebration of tradition. It is a gentle reminder of a way of life that is slowly fading, and a bridge helping a generation drifting away from the soil rediscover its roots.
In days when the city seems to have forgotten the feel of village life, the sight of a little village landscape quietly growing within it brings immense joy. It is more than a beautiful sight-it becomes a living decoration of Monthi Fest. These little paddy plants carry a message far greater than their size. Behind every paddy stalk lies a story of gratitude, simplicity, unity, hard work, nature, and tradition. They remind us where we come from, what we have inherited, and what we must carry forward.
Let our traditions not shrink as our cities grow.
Let our family bonds not weaken as our roads widen.
Let our devotion to Mother Mary rise as our buildings rise.
Let our roots grow deeper as the pace of life grows faster.