The Freshwater Trail

Part 1: Watering A City Bangalore has no perennial rivers. Rulers and administrators over hundreds of years have recognized that this region is water-constrained and planned growth around water

Arati Kumar-Rao
Photographer & Journalist enter Bangalore, September 24, 2015: source url follow url A residential community gets a message: watch Buy Xanax In India “Regret to inform: No water supply tonight due to short supply from water vendor” Bangalore, September 25, 2015: “Water situation did not improve overnight. Shutdown 11am-3pm. Use water only for essentials”

here Karnataka is seeing the worst drought in 40 years. ______________________________ source url IT IS Sunday afternoon. Avenue Road, in the central trading district of Bangalore, is pulsing with commercial life. I push against the flow of hand-drawn carts, men in polyester shirts carrying nylon bags and women in burqas, and side-step bleating goats, lazing dogs and scurrying porters. Above me on either side of the narrow road, faded buildings and peeling hoardings lean precariously, seemingly held together by the snaking black cables that crisscross overhead. Pigeons flutter from this side to that in silent clouds. Tiny gullies dip away from both sides of the road, chock-full of yet more people and dogs and push-carts. An improvised pulley drops down from the third floor of one of the buildings; a vendor loads it with greens and vegetables while on the balcony above, a lady leans over, shouting instructions. A horse cart idles in the center of the road, holding up the traffic. I duck into a narrow stairwell and dodge around headless mannequins whose perfectly formed limbs and exaggerated breasts are wrapped in multicolored linen, cross a small hall and climb up a flight of stairs to a tiny balcony.

go I look down at the bustling chowk and try to imagine what this place must have been like nearly 500 years ago.

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Buying Diazepam Online Order Valium Online THE YEAR is 1537 CE. In a small clearing in the midst of a forest of thick scrub acacia and bamboo, exactly below where I stand now, four men stand astride four pairs of milk-white bullocks, yoked to richly decorated ploughs, in resplendent stillness.

see url In the midst of a small crowd of people stands Kempe Gauda I, the ambitious nayak (leader) of the Vijayanagar Kingdom’s Yelahanka Nadu. He has long dreamt of a new, well-laid, fortified city, and he is now ready to turn dream into reality.

Buy Valium Pills Online Kempe Gauda’s astrologer indicates that the moment is now propitious. The nayak signals to the four men. With a click of their tongue and a flick of their whips, the men set the bullocks moving, each pair dragging its plough, the four pairs heading off in the four cardinal directions.

follow At a pre-marked point, the bullocks are halted. The elliptical city-to-be now has its vertices, its perimeter. Kempe Gauda puts his energies, his resources, into the task of midwifing a city. The dense jungle is razed and new roads are laid. Strong, fortified gates rise at the four cardinal points, lesser gates at intermediate points. Deep ditches are dug along the boundaries; from them rise tall, thick mud walls bounded by hedges of euphorbia, acacia, and bamboo. Within this bounding hedge, Kempe Gauda plans and constructs his city as a series of enclaves, each designed for a specific commercial activity. Water, he knows, holds the key. He causes large rainwater tanks to be sunk close to each enclave.

As the dream city takes shape and form, artisans come flocking in. Kempe Gauda I christens his new fiefdom Bengaluru – a name borrowed from a small hamlet near his hometown, Yelahanka.

I look down from my vantage point on the place where it all began – the precise spot where, over 470 years ago, four pairs of bullocks had begun the trek that would result in what, today, Buy Alprazolam Bulk is one of the fastest growing metropolises in the world.

The elderly shop-owner, who has joined me on the balcony, listens to this story in awe. He has lived a lifetime here, without being aware of the significance of the location of his little shop. Below us, hundreds of people scurry to and fro, all unaware that they are bustling through a piece of history.

There is no plaque here to commemorate the event; no signpost, no significance.

It is as if Bangalore has lost its collective memory.

Source: KEMPE GAUDA I was a master planner, a conjurer who could visualize a bustling city in the midst of a scrub and weed forest.

He understood the lay of the land, and appreciated its intrinsic arid nature. Availability of water, he realized back then, would dictate the prosperity of his city. With this thought foremost, he planned and constructed tanks adjacent to each collection of people.

The city grew and prospered. Pleased with Kempe Gauda’s success, the Emperor of Vijayanagara, Achyut Raya, awards him more villages, more enclaves, in and around the new town. The strategic location of Bangalore in the center of the peninsula, connected to the trading ports of the east coast, spurs its commercial growth. Kempe Gauda provides abundant irrigation facilities to drive agriculture. Deeply religious, he showers the region with temples. Revenues increase exponentially; the success of the town draws more and more skilled artisans from surrounding areas.

After a 37-year rule, Kempe Gauda I passes on the baton to his successor Kempe Gauda II, who shares his father’s sensibilities and planning skills. Kempe Gauda II builds four towers along the perimeter of the town. Any rapid expansion beyond this area, he realizes, will come at a terrible cost as there are no perennial rivers here, and thus, no dependable source of fresh water. The region is heavily dependent on seasonal rains; thus, rainwater-harvesting water becomes a driving imperative. Small and large cascading tanks are erected in the valleys below the ridges — Sampangi tank, Dharmabudhi tank, Karanji tank, Halasur tank, …

Tank-building in South India has a rich, ancient history. Traditionally a private enterprise, entrepreneurs undertake it with personal profit and altruism in mind. In addition to tanks, homes have open wells. Those that don’t, are visited by water-carriers carting large leather pouches with water drawn from step-wells called kalyanis.

The town grows organically, access to water and other resources growing in tune with the populace.

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The growing prosperity of Bengaluru makes it a magnet for ambitious satraps. Over the next two centuries the town changes hands many times, passing from the Mughals to the Marathas, to Chikka Deva Raya of Mysore — a Wodeyar — before it is presented as a jagir to the valiant general of the Mysore army, Haidar Ali. In 1782, Tipu Sultan inherits the town from his father.

Around this time Charles, first Marquess of Cornwallis, is still smarting from his crushing defeat at the hands of the combined American and French forces in the 1781 Siege of Yorktown, one of the crucial battles in the American War of Independence. Determined to restore his military reputation, eager to strengthen the Empire in southern India, Lord Cornwallis identifies Bengaluru as the prize beyond price. In the brutal battle that ensues, Tipu falls. Bengaluru becomes part of the Empire and Cornwallis, aware of its strategic location, converts it into a cantonment town.

Through the 19th century, the cantonment burgeons and the surrounding city grows in importance. Each successive administration realizes the crucial importance of securing water for the rapidly growing city. As hundreds and thousands of military personnel and civilians augment the existing population, the lakes of Kempe Gauda prove inadequate to ensure continued water supply. The population reaches around 180,000, and is growing rapidly. 

In 1882 the Chief Engineer of Madras Sappers and Miners, Lt Col R H Sankey builds a tank to augment supply to the cantonment; its overflow, directed through channels, feeding a set of three older tanks called Millers Tanks.

The pattern continues over the years. Prosperity attracts people; growing populations increase demand on water supply; more tanks are built.

Hesarghatta reservoir as it stands today with a feeble skin of rain-water

In 1892, the then Diwan of Mysore, Sir K. Seshadri Iyer, sits with his planners to float the Chamarajendra Water Works. Arkavathy, the river closest to Bengaluru, is tapped at Hesarghatta to form a large tank. This intervention creates a forward-looking rainwater supply sufficient for up to 2,50,000 people, even at a consumption rate of 55-60 liters per person/day.

By 1921, the population of Bengaluru reaches the 2.5 lakh mark.

In peeling back the pages of the liquid history of Bengaluru, we come across an ominous caution from a Conference* called in 1923 to discuss the future of the city’s water supply. Bengaluru sits in a dry belt with no perennial sources of freshwater. The administrators plan water supply keeping in mind a modest 10% annual growth rate in the town’s population, noting that: “[Bangalore] is unsuitable for development as an industrial center on a large scale.”


Today, Bangalore is one of the fastest growing cities in the world. Over the next few months, I will walk backwards in time through the pages of liquid history even as I walk the present water trails, in the  basin of the sacred Cauvery River.

She rises in a thirsty Karnataka and flows across a state border into an equally thirsty Tamil Nadu. These waters are hotly contested. The pulls and tugs on this river basin are manifold. 

How will it all play out, given the added complexity of a drought year?  What might growth look like, for a city like Bangalore? 

______________________________ SOURCES/ REFERENCES:

  1. Mysore, A Gazetteer Compiled For the Government; B. Lews Rice, 1897
  2. *Bangalore City’s Water Supply, A Study & Analysis in Essays on Bangalore, Vol.4; D.K. Subramanian, 1985
  3. A Journey From Madras Through The Countries of Mysore, Canara, and Malabar; Francis Buchanan, 1807
  4. Bangalore Through The Centuries; M. Fazlul Hasan, 1970
  5. Tank Irrigation In Karnataka, A Historical Survey; G.S. Dikshit,, 1993

21 thoughts on “Part 1: Watering A City”

  1. “Take heed lest you fall”, while a philosophical adage, can safely be applied to Bangalore’s situation today. The louder and clearer we scream the govt, the citizens or rain gods may hear us.

    what a beautiful start, Arati, waiting to hear more about this story… and more importantly what we can learn from it. I hope it doesn’t need a king to resolve our cities water problems.

    • Arati Kumar-Rao
      September 28, 2015

      Thanks so much, Huzefa, for the generous words. More very soon…

  2. Beautifully written Arati. Can’t wait for the next part.

    • Arati Kumar-Rao
      September 28, 2015

      Thank you, Ravi. The rest is coming soon, very soon.

  3. Nidaghatta Gangadhar
    September 30, 2015

    Great work of analysis.

  4. Madhumitha
    October 7, 2015

    What an intriguing walk down the lanes of history, Arati! Eagerly looking forward to rest of the series.

  5. Shruthi Vishwanath
    October 7, 2015

    Beautifully written. This should become a printed book. Look forward to more. Keep up the great work. It feels wonderful to read the city being spoken of with so much love and belonging. It runs like an undercurrent, your love for the city.

    Need any artwork for your page, let me know.


    • Arati Kumar-Rao
      October 8, 2015

      Thanks much for the offer and kind words, Shruthi. Will be in touch.

  6. Arunesh Kumar
    October 7, 2015

    I love how this panning out. In the age of pointless desktop journalism, this is refreshing!

  7. So well written and engrossing walk through the liquid history of Bengaluru Arati. The issue is a big one and measures to improve have to be taken at different levels. Its a great piece of work and can’t wait to read the part 2.

  8. Yashaswini
    October 8, 2015

    It is commendable that your research is so thorough and that the narrative builds up like an engaging story. Keep it going! 🙂

  9. Lingaraj Ramaiah
    October 8, 2015

    To my understanding it is not ‘GAUDA ‘ it is ‘GOWDA’

  10. Wonderful account of my home town Bendakaloru, additional note on various account on how this name came about when King Hoysala ( slay the tiger) lost his way in the forest and supposedly met an old women, who fed the hungry king with boiled beans.

  11. Narasim Katary
    October 13, 2015

    Grand narrative evocative history at its best. Bravo!

    Ms Rao, you have done justice to the founder of the modern metropolis. You have done for Bengaluru what so many have done for Rome. Thank you.

    Kempe Gowda was both a visionary and a practical city planner. Your story makes that so well. To adapt a well-worn saying, water water nowhere, 10 million thirsty people everywhere. Your story is a cautionary tale. Hope people in authority pay heed.

    Your narrative style and lucidity of language makes for excellent reading. The archival maps did wonders for me.

  12. Bharath BN
    October 19, 2015

    Wow beautifully written. This totally summarises the feeling I get when I see skyscrapers, IT parks, SEZ’s & countless Apartments…

  13. brilliant!!!!!

    A very unique writing style…

    look forward to reading more Arati….

  14. Lata Sunil
    March 7, 2016

    Beautiful history, Arati. Thanks for bringing it alive.

  15. Shyamala Madhav
    March 25, 2016

    Aarati, so beautifully written ! So engrossing! I had to stop my cooking and continue reading. The whole picture was laid so spectacularly in my mind’s eye. Wish to read more and more from you .
    This liquid history is all the more important to us, southerners, who are trying hard to retain our Nethravathi river and our Western Ghats. Thank you for the good reading.
    — Shyamala Madhav.

  16. So beautifully written…
    An evocative history of Bendakaluru:-)

  17. Naveen Katti
    April 29, 2020

    During this lockdown period, I was researching about Bengaluru weather. Landed here.

    Wonderfully written. Thank you.