From Corporate Life to the Soil - My journey back to farming one weekend at a time.

I am Prasad. A Head of Growth Marketing by profession, and a farmer at heart. I was born and brought up in Thenkahalli, a small village in Mandya, Karnataka, where farming wasn’t just work, it was a way of life. Growing up in a farming family, I learned early what it means to work with the land -understanding soil, seasons, and patience.

Life eventually took me into the corporate world. Over the years, I built my career, but I also experienced its realities -uncertainty, pressure, layoffs, and constant change. And one question kept coming back to me: What is something I can rely on, no matter what happens in my career? The answer had always been with me : Farming.

In 2018, I decided to stop overthinking and start building. With ancestral land as my foundation, I began my journey as a weekend organic farmer. On February 4, 2018, I took my first real step by digging a borewell. That decision changed everything. Today, weekends are no longer just time off - they are time spent building something real. Something steady. Something of my own. This journey isn’t about large-scale farming or chasing perfection. It’s about showing what’s possible -even with a full-time job. It’s about consistency, learning through failures, and slowly creating long-term security beyond a paycheck.

Farming on Weekends is where I document that journey.

If you have ever thought about:

Going back to your roots
Starting something of your own
Or building a safety net beyond your career

You will feel at home here.

Farm to Headlines

Roots Don't Grow Easy

Nobody talks about the years before a farm starts working. Here's what they actually looked like.

Getting the Lights On

One of the biggest early battles was electricity. I applied for a proper transformer connection from the start, but without being able to follow up on weekdays, the process kept stalling. Even after payment, it took nearly four years to get the transformer and poles installed.

Until then, I ran on a temporary connection nearly 300 meters of wire stretched across poles, trees, and neighboring land. The wires would wear down from tree friction over time, and finding the fault was never simple. Many times, I had to climb trees myself, trace the damage, and fix the line by hand.

Solo Work, Every Weekend

There was no hired labor to fall back on. Almost everything had to be done by me, and only on weekends after a full work week in the city.

There were many Saturdays that ended in complete exhaustion, and the ride back home felt harder than the farm work itself. But the next weekend, it started again.

Taming the Weeds

Weed control was relentless in the early years. It began as pure manual effort — slow, backbreaking work. Over time, I invested in a 7.5 HP power weeder and later a bush cutter. It didn't solve the problem, but it made it survivable.

Ploughing in the Dark

Ploughing was never a simple task. Before starting, every water distribution line had to be removed. Once the work was done, everything had to be reinstalled. It was time-consuming and physically draining.

There were nights I ploughed until 2:30 AM. Other nights, reinstalling the laterals alone stretched past 11:30 PM. The farm looked the same the next morning. No one could tell the difference.

Most of this work happened in the dark, literally. But that's what keeping a farm alive actually looks like.