Showing posts with label Bangalore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bangalore. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 June 2020

Coronavirus: How Covid-19 has changed the 'big fat Indian wedding'

Marriage ceremonies across India have been put on hold due to the coronavirus lockdown. But some couples chose to swap their big fat weddings for small intimate affairs. So, could that be the new normal? The BBC's Geeta Pandey in Delhi reports.

Nitin Arora and Chaitali Puri met in college six years ago and began dating a year later.

When they set a date for their wedding in early May, it was meant to be a lavish affair.

The celebrations began with an engagement party in March. 
Chaitali Puri married Nitin Arora in her living room. COPYRIGHT: SAHIL ARORA

Attended by 170 people, it was held on the lawns of a posh club in the city of Chandigarh. The venue was decorated with white and green flowers, and golden fairy lights twinkled everywhere.

"It was a typical Punjabi function," says Chaitali, "there was lots of booze, lots of food, crazy loud music. And we danced the whole night. We stopped only when it was time for the DJ to go."

For their wedding scheduled for 2 May, a sprawling resort was booked on the outskirts of the city for the three-day celebrations - there was meant to be a pre-wedding cocktail party, a music and dance event, and several other rituals.

The actual wedding, which involves the bride and the groom walking around a sacred fire seven times, was due to take place on top of a hill within the resort with the setting sun providing the perfect backdrop for photos.

The guest list had 450 names, the 10-page food menu had four different styles of cuisines, and a DJ had been booked for the after party.

The bride's baby pink silk skirt, blouse and scarf and the groom's outfit were being custom made while orders for jewellery had been placed.
Nitin and Chaitali's engagement party was a big event. COPYRIGHT: SAHIL ARORA

And then came the lockdown - on 24 March, India announced a complete shutdown of the country to halt the spread of the coronavirus.

The couple waited, hoping that the restrictions would be eased and they would be able to have their perfect wedding.

But with no sign of the lockdown being lifted, on 15 April, they decided to postpone the wedding to November.

But, as they say, destiny has its own plans.

"At noon on 1 May, my dad got a call from a friend who said he could help arrange a curfew pass for us to travel from Chandigarh to Delhi if I still wanted to marry Chaitali on 2 May," Nitin told me on the phone from Chandigarh.

It was a nail-biting few hours - after their initial request was turned down, the pass finally came through at 5:30pm.

"They said the wedding is on," says Chaitali. "We had to then find a priest to conduct the ceremony. Our local priest first said yes, then he said no because his children were worried about him catching the virus. We finally found another priest at 7:30pm."
Nitin and Chaitali's wedding was attended by 16 people, including the priest. COPYRIGHT: SAHIL ARORA

At 9:30am the next day, Nitin reached Delhi with his parents and his brother. The priest arrived at 10:30 and the wedding began at 11.

"My living room became the wedding venue, I wore my mum's magenta sari and my grandmother's jewellery, the photographs were taken by Nitin's brother, and we had a potluck lunch," laughs Chaitali.

The ceremony was attended by 16 people, including the priest. A Zoom link was created to let friends and relatives watch from across India.

Although Nitin is not happy that his extended family of cousins, aunts and uncles missed his wedding and is planning a "grand reception" later in the year if the Covid-19 threat abates, Chaitali says "we thank our stars that it happened".

Three weeks later, similar sentiments were being expressed by newly-weds Sukanya Venkataraman and Shanthu Jacob Paul as they exchanged wedding rings in a dusty parking lot in the southern city of Bangalore.
Shanthu and Sukanya had planned a beach wedding. SUKANYA VENKATARAMAN

Minutes earlier, they had been married at the Marriage Registrar's office with the bride's mother and the groom's uncle and aunt as witnesses.

The paperwork was always a part of the plan - Sukanya is a Hindu and Shanthu a Christian and inter-religious marriages have to be registered - but it was not meant to be the only event.

"Shanthu wanted a beach wedding in Chennai where his parents live. There were plans for lavish receptions in Chennai (formerly Madras) and Bangalore. In our heads, we were expecting 200 guests," Sukanya told me over the phone from Bangalore.

"I had always wanted to dress up as a bride, I wanted to wear a crimson silk sari, do up my hair and have elaborate henna designs on my hands."

In the end, she did her own henna patterns and wore a white and gold sari Shanthu had gifted her two years back.
Sukanya and Shanthu exchanged wedding rings in a dusty parking lot in the southern city of Bangalore. SUKANYA VENKATARAMAN

The groom's uncle took the photographs, his aunt set up a Zoom link and did a running commentary as friends and relatives tuned in from Scotland, Norway, UAE and the US.

"I am pretty content. I like the idea of a much more personal, intimate wedding, but my husband has plenty of regrets, he's got a laundry list," says Sukanya, laughing.

Adds Shanthu, "It was an important day of our life. I had an idea what I wanted it to be. I wanted a month of music and dance rehearsals, a gala celebration, I wanted my family and friends to be there to witness our big day."

He hasn't given up on a big celebration though.

"Once it's safe and the threat of coronavirus has receded, we will do receptions in Chennai and Bangalore. We'll go to Paris for our honeymoon. Since we missed out on the beach wedding, we'll go for a holiday to Mauritius or Maldives," he says.
Friends and relatives from India and around the globe watched Sukanya and Shanthu's wedding on Zoom. SUKANYA VENKATARAMAN

The May weddings have been exceptions, says Vandana Mohan, one of India's best-known wedding planners who organised Bollywood superstars Deepika Padukone and Ranveer Singh's wedding at Lake Como in Italy.

"I have advised all my clients to move their weddings scheduled for April and May to next year and they have all agreed to wait it out.
Ms Mohan says she's been getting a lot of inquiries for later in the year, but she's not encouraging couples to plan anything before mid-October because most people want to invite 250 to 300 people, but current rules allow only 50 people to attend a wedding.

"A wedding is a time of great celebration, a time of great joy, it's the coming together not just of two people but also of families and communities," she says, adding that she can't "imagine a time in India when you'll have a wedding and you won't involve the community".

Nupur Mehta, former editor of a bridal magazine, says "everyone is waiting for the Covid-19 vaccine".

The wedding industry, she says, is one of the biggest in the country - more than 10 million marriages take place every year. Accounting and research firm KPMG estimates the wedding market to be more than $50bn.

The lockdown has hit the clothing industry and jewellery makers hard but, Ms Mehta says it will recover quickly because weddings are an integral part of Indian culture where - unlike in the West - living together and civil partnerships are rare.

"It's one of the biggest events in most people's lives. We wait all our lifetime for the wedding," Ms Mehta says. "For some time people will have smaller weddings with fewer guests, but in the long run, the big fat wedding will be back in vogue."

(Source: BBC)

Tuesday, 3 December 2019

Meet the woman who biked solo all the way from India to Australia

A couple of days back, I received a call from a friend who sounded a bit annoyed and upset. After trying to talk normally for a minute or so, I couldn't help but ask her the reason behind the apparent frustration and anxiety in her voice. Well, what followed was a huge outburst of anger. She went on to rant about how her friends had ditched their long-planned Kerala trip, just a week before it was about to happen. She felt as if she's left with no choice but to cancel the trip, even though I reminded her that she could still travel solo.

Soon after the call we met and talked about her predicament for a while. And then I shared with her the story of Candida Louis — the Indian woman I had interviewed who biked all the way from Bangalore to Sydney alone. She looked impressed but not fully convinced. You wouldn’t guess what happened next! Three days later, my friend who had given up on her Kerala plan, called me again and said “I’m on my way to the airport to catch a flight to Cochin, all alone” I was overwhelmed with contentment.

So, all of you who are thinking of cancelling your travel plans just because your friends said 'No', I'd like to share the interview I had with the charismatic Candida Louis about her epic biking adventures and how she made it all happen.

Who is Candida Louis?
Candida Louis is an Indian girl from Hubli who has not only biked across 24 states in India and covered over 34,000 kms but also completed her incredible solo bike journey from Bangalore to Sydney. She has also led biking tours in seven countries and have ridden in more than 25 countries. But just about five or six years ago, Candida wasn't the Candida Louis we know today. She was just one of us who left her hometown in Hubli and relocated to Bangalore to work full time with an MNC.

"I'd just sit there in the office and keep staring out of the window, desperately wanting to be out there and not indoors. I wanted to feel free which I hardly did while sitting in the office for long hours. My passion to be outdoors, riding my bike and travelling to wherever I wanted got the better of my patience with the routine at the office, and the day finally came when I decided to quit my job and took up biking as my full-time career."

Perhaps, this irrepressible desire to go after her passion made Candida different from most of us who are afraid of not taking any risks in our lives. We let our fears take over our let passion and slowly, our interests fade away in the dazing cosiness of our timely incomes. Candida’s plan to give it up and choose her passion is what makes her stand apart.

Making of Candida Louis — the biker



During school days, she used to be the pillion rider on her dad's motorcycle who would often ride to his sister's place in Goa. Riding on the backseat with her father to and from Goa eventually made Candida fall in love with bikes and travelling. When she was in college, she would often ask some of her male friends to let her ride their bikes.

In 2016, her father gifted her a bike on her birthday and from there on, Candida never looked back. After winning several prestigious biking awards and leading numerous biking tours in India and abroad, Candida took her passion to a whole new level in 2018 by biking solo all the way from Bangalore to Sydney on a Bajaj Dominar 400 — the journey that was supposed to last only five months but took around eight months, eventually!

Isn't that some inspiration for the parents as well who are apprehensive and overprotective when it comes to letting their daughters step out and travel on their own?

The misconceptions and the initial hiccups


If you think being a full-time traveller means a lot of money, perks, lots of sponsorships right away, you couldn’t be more wrong. Life doesn't let you take things off the shelf easily. And Candida's was no exception."Money matters when you wish to start something unconventional. The first two-three years of my career in biking consumed almost all my savings and I did face crunch situations. But as I continued travelling and creating exciting content, the money and resources started flowing in.

I built a brand of my own and started getting sponsorships. This lead to my trips and bikes getting sponsored, but it does not happen right in the beginning. You have to persist. And no matter what kind of traveller you are, if you just keep doing what you want to do, everything will fall in place," she recalled giving away a strong message to all those who quit because of difficult circumstances.

Money was just one factor. There were other reasons why it wasn't that easy for Candida to simply switch to biking from her finance job."Your parents invest so much money and time in your education and it's very difficult to just walk up to them one day and tell them that you'd like to quit your well-paying job to take up biking as a career, especially when there aren't many career options for females in the industry.

But after all, I was their only daughter and my mother agreed to my request after asking me all sorts of serious questions, of course. And my dad has always been very supportive when it comes to making life-defining decisions," explained Candida.

Candida isn't a super human. She faced the problems most of us do whenever we start something new. It's just that she kept following her passion and as she says "things kept falling in place time to time".

Why only Bangalore to Sydney?
After completing several bike journeys in India, Candida was selected for the ‘Change your World’ travel project. It is a non-profit organisation set up in the memory of Alistair Farland, the Australian biker who met with an accident and passed away in North America, during his world-tour in 2014. The project aims to fund and support wayfarers like Alistair whose travels are much more than just individual goals.

Candida idolised him and his death shook her. That's when she decided to journey all the way to Sydney and meet Alistair's family as a tribute to him and his journeys. "As a part of this project, I was not just travelling but also making a change by stopping at different schools, talking to people along the way. It got very emotional for me riding the last few kilometres to Sydney Harbour Bridge viewpoint after all these months of biking across various countries for more than 27,000 kms.

My friends and family were waiting to receive me, but most importantly, it was the sight of Alistair's Mom, who had been following my ride ever since I left India which got me very emotional. I actually stayed at Alistair's home for a week and visited his grave. This ride was for Alistair Farland and many other Alistair Farlands to come."

Best memories from the journey
Even before I had asked her this question, I knew it'd be hard for Candida to pick any. She took a long pause only to say, "Can’t really pick one, I have had so many of them. Perhaps, the hospitality by strangers in different parts of the world. People would actually wait for me on the highway! Border-crossing rules made sure that I always had company of a few fellow riders.

And this feeling of having inspired people in such a significant manner is one of my biggest achievements and fondest memories. I travelled alone but came back with lots of memories made with the finest of people and places I came across during my journey. Also, I would be doing injustice if I don't mention how much my bike supported me throughout the journey."

And the scariest experiences


Journeys like these cannot be complete without some really testing moments. And likewise, Candida recalled the times when she had to keep riding through long and dark stretches of roads that passed right through forests due to lack of accommodation, even if it meant driving while being completely exhausted.

In one such incident, she ended up clicking a picture with a ghostly figure when there was actually no one with her! "My camera battery was about to die down and I was all alone on that road with several kilometres of jungle to ride through. I wanted to keep a memory of this. So I took out my camera and clicked a selfie and drove on for a while before I reached my accommodation for the night. It was only in the morning when I charged my camera and saw that picture again that I noticed a mysterious reflection of a face in the side view mirror even though I was the only one there!"

I myself didn't believe it until she sent me this picture. I think it's not just the nature and humans that can test your resolve during such journeys.

Candida's learnings
I have always believed that travel is one of the finest teachers, for it teaches you things that no formal education can. Candida's journeys taught her the most important lesson: it's important to stay focussed on not giving up on the choices for which you gave up your comforts.

Candida candidly admitted the fact that she is not the richest biker in terms of money, but she definitely has some of the most priceless experiences, something that even a millionaire can't buy. According to her, money comes, but it is the experiences that are hard to earn.

Message for readers, especially women
I'll just quote Candida here:

"When I started riding a motorcycle 12 years ago, the only support I had was from my parents and a few close friends. The others would always tell me that women should not ride a motorcycle as it's not safe for women to go biking in India. During my solo journeys in India, I met a few lady bikers who inspired me and kept me going.

I took it forward by treading the path that most consider unconventional for women. I knew I was never going to be happy if I kept working on computers, sitting in a cubicle of that office. If you also think that you don't love what you are doing, I think you are wasting some precious years of your youth. There will always be hindrances, problems, and situations that will make you feel like quitting is the better option, but only if you manage to remind yourself why you started in the first place, you will be able to achieve success and stand out from the crowd.

And I hope I have given the rest of the women the hope that our beautiful country is, in fact, safe for females to explore by themselves. There are already so many inspirational women bikers from India who are breaking the stereotypes and sending out the message to be independent."

What's next for Candida?
She may have already set new biking records, but she's not done yet. In fact, Candida has some really exciting plans in the times to come. She wants to travel with parents more often on bike, including a plan to drive her father to Bali.

She is planning a solo journey from India to London, or Africa, on bike. Looks like this girl isn't going to let anything stop her from achieving her dreams!

Perhaps, it's time we all stop laughing off the when-your-friends-cancel-a-trip-at-the-last-moment memes and rather go on to create something of our own which can inspire us and the people around us. And if you want more such inspiration from Candida's travels, simply watch out for her stories here.

(Source: Tripoto)

Saturday, 22 June 2019

'My parents wanted me to marry. I became a DJ'

Women DJs are still a rare sight in India's nightlife. Photographer Sayan Hazra spent five months with Puja Seth, one of few women spinning discs in the southern city of Bangalore.

"I love to see people enjoy my music. For me, it's a type of freedom - it lets me express myself to the world," says 31-year-old Ms Seth.

She started DJ-ing in 2014 in Bangalore, commonly referred to as the country's "pub capital" for its vibrant music and bar culture. Over the years, bars and pubs have expanded beyond the city centre, cropping up in older, even residential, neighbourhoods.


"When I started playing at clubs, I met female DJs who would visit Bangalore from other cities around the world for gigs - but as far as I knew, there was no one who lived in Bangalore doing the job."

In fact, she adds, after a few gigs she was known as Bangalore's "native female DJ".

But her journey hasn't been easy. Born in a village in eastern India to conservative parents, Ms Seth says she always wanted to work.

"My parents have always wanted me to get married - but I never wanted to do that."

Once she finished high school, she decided to run away from home and "follow her dream".


"In my community, women aren't allowed to work - and many of them don't move out on their own unless they get married. So I knew I had to leave."

Her hunt for a job brought her to Bangalore where she started working as an air stewardess.

That's when she went to a party for the first time.

"The first thing I noticed was the DJ and I remember being so impressed," she says.

After that, she knew what she wanted to do.

"I made friends with some DJs in the city who taught me the basics. The rest I learnt from watching YouTube videos."


Ms Seth has played at more than 450 gigs across India over the last five years.

"I had never even seen women drinking and smoking in my village - and now I play for large crowds of people who do that around me and I don't blink."

Despite the glamour, she says, DJ-ing as a woman isn't without its risks: "People keep saying this profession is not for women."

"In clubs, people get drunk and think they can approach me. Often, they ask for my phone number. And sometimes, its hard to ignore them and do my job - but I get help from the bouncers."


But she hasn't let any of that stop her.

"The best thing about my job is making the audience dance, to watch them connect with the music like I do. People come to my gigs for that feeling."

All photographs by Sayan Hazra

(Source: BBC)

Sunday, 3 February 2019

George Fernandes: Seminary dropout who almost bombed Vidhan Soudha

It had been a few hours since the country woke up to the news of George Fernandes’ death, and at the clergy house in Bengaluru’s Bishop House, a retired priest had sat down for lunch. For 86-year-old Fr Anthappa, hearing is a challenge, so, those around him had to shout several times to inform him that his senior from the St Peter’s seminary had passed away.

But, confined to his retired life and challenged by his fading memory, Fr Anthappa was under the impression that George Fernandes had been dead for several years. So, when the news was broken to him his response was a mere “Oh.”

George Fernandes at a Delhi court after his arrest following the railway
strike of 1974.(Photo: Outlook Archives)
Before his days as the firebrand socialist leader, between 1946 and 1948, the former Defence Minister was studying at the seminary to become a Roman Catholic priest. But within the walls of the seminary, where obedience was sacrosanct, young George was a rebel.

“He was an individualist because he never conformed to the rules of the seminary,” said Anthappa. Soon, he left the seminary rebelling against its undemocratic ways – a decision that influenced Indian politics.

Even though a powerful politician with a pan India image, in his home state, George Fernandes leaves behind the legacy of an aspiring priest who led the underground movement against the Emergency.

The Rebel in the Seminary
According to George Fernandes’ younger brother Michel, what transpired at the seminary reflected who his brother was – an idealist who couldn’t stand injustice. When he realised there was differential treatment for the influential priests and the young students, young George decided to raise his voice.
Fr Anthappa (Photo: Arun Dev/The Quint)
Anthappa, even though not aware of the reasons why young George left the seminary, knew he was indifferent to the rules. “As young seminarians we were obedient to the rules, but he wasn’t.”

After George left the seminary, Anthappa keenly followed the rise of his senior as a prominent political leader, but never tried to contact him. “We feared being suspected of association,” he said.

But according to the officials at the seminary, years after becoming a minister, in the late 90s, George Fernandes came to the seminary to hoist the flag during one of the Independence Day celebrations.

Plan to Bomb Vidhan Soudha
After leaving the seminary, George Fernandes went back to his hometown in Mangaluru, where he came in touch with Placid D'Mello, a union leader from Mumbai. This kicked off his political journey.

In the years that followed, George Fernandes made it clear that he was far from the obedient servant of God that he wanted to be in the 1940s. While organising an underground movement during the Emergency, he had even convinced Jnanpith awardee UR Ananthamurthy to place a bomb in Vidhan Soudha, Karnataka’s Legislative Assembly.

In a story in his memoir ‘Suragi’, Ananthamurthy explained that it all started with a letter he received. Apart from some criticism of his work, the letter said, “Come and meet me at once.”

Sensing the letter was from George Fernandes – by then a wanted leader of the underground movement – Ananthamurthy took the letter to his friends, Attabhirama and Snehalata Reddy, who were close to Fernandes. And then began a blindfolded, 45-minute-long car journey to a decrepit church.

“George was sitting on a cot,” Ananthamurthy wrote in his memoir. “He was unrecognisable. He had grown his hair and beard long. I went up to him and touched him. He embraced me.”

St Peter’s Seminary (Photo: Arun Dev/The Quint)
Then, a plan was explained to Ananthamurthy: they had identified a rarely used lavatory in Vidhan Soudha, where Snehalata would plant a bomb. The plan was not to kill anyone but to awaken the government. Ananthamurthy’s role was to help Snehalata in planting the bomb and ensuring no one was around.

However, a policeman was posted near the toilet and they had to drop the plans, wrote Ananthamurthy.

Paying the Price for His Rebellion
While Ananthamurthy lost touch with the underground movement, George Fernandes continued on. But over the years, his activism cost him dearly. Snehalata, who was a long-term associate of his in Bengaluru, became one of the first to die following imprisonment during Emergency – for providing Fernandes shelter.

While Fernandes was underground, Snehalata was constantly in touch with him. The police soon tracked her and arrested her on 2 May 1976, alleging her involvement in the Baroda dynamite case.

She spent more than nine months in jail even though she was never chargesheeted in the case. However, the alleged torture in Benagluru jail for information on George Fernandes and his underground movement, deteriorated her health. She was released on 15 January 1977, but five days later she died due to lung infection.

In the post Emergency days, he was different man. Although he was perceived to be an alternative to the BJP and the Congress, he went with the BJP claiming it to be the extension of his anti-Congress views.

But the reward for his sacrifices was the political power that George Fernandes gained. His decision however, to support the BJP and the NDA, resulted in several of his old comrades in Karnataka alienating him.

But there is something all agree on – that he is the only truly national leader from Karnataka to this day. His journey from Mangaluru to Mumbai’s political landscape, and then emerging as a tall leader in Bihar, gave him credentials no politician had achieved earlier.

(Source: The Quint)

Wednesday, 22 August 2018

Recycling India's floral waste

India is a place of flowers. Lots of them.

Piles of marigolds, roses, carnations and other flowers are left at temples, mosques and sikh gurudwaras for use in religious ceremonies.

Afterwards, the flowers can prove difficult to dispose of.

Tipping the discarded petals into flowing waters is one option, but this can add to the burdens for India's often heavily polluted waterways.

Chemical engineer and eco-entrepreneur, Parimala Shivaprasad, thinks she has the solution.

The 26-year-old from Bangalore, currently a postgraduate student at the University of Bath, wants to turn the leftover flowers into a useful product.

Her big idea is to build a social enterprise that will enable temples in India to extract essential oils from the flowers.

Parimala Shivaprasad in the lab at Bath University
The remains, she says, can be used as organic compost for growing vegetables to help feed the poor.

"I want to collect the floral waste and extract the essential oils from the fragrant part, the biomass, and then compost the rest of the biomass to produce organic manure, looking at completely recycling the flower waste," she says.

"That manure could be used by small households or even the temples on their vegetable patch, because usually temples tend to feed people on a daily basis."

Parimala was constantly surrounded by flowers when she was growing up in India.

While studying for a degree in chemical engineering, she became interested in the idea of developing a business based on recycling floral waste from temples.

"Flowers from religious places cannot really be combined with normal waste," she says.

"Where [temples] have access to rivers and lakes, they tend to dispose of them in flowing waters because that is considered holy.

"Otherwise, they try and get them into the land fills, but if it cannot be combined with the waste it is dumped on open ground and this has led to a lot of pollution in rivers and lakes and on land."

Flower petals for Puja ceremony
Organic matter from rotting flowers contributes to the growth of algae, which can deplete oxygen levels and cause marine life to die. Rotting flowers may also cause pollution problems on land.

Parimala says about two million tonnes of floral waste in India are discarded every day after religious ceremonies, much of which could be totally recycled.

Step one: Test the idea in the lab
Parimala has developed lab equipment that would allow individual temples to extract essential oils.

"The early idea is to scale up the lab equipment I have to accommodate about five kilos of flower petals to work with on a daily basis and run the extraction unit for about eight hours a day," she says.

Waterways choked with discarded flowers are a common sight in India
Step two: Conduct pilot studies
Feasibility testing suggests the idea could work on a small scale, suitable for use in temples.

Parimala is planning to carry out a pilot study at a temple in Bangalore, with the help of her father, who is a chemist.

If this proves successful, she will extend the trial to more temples in the area before looking at setting up franchises across India.

Step three: Living the dream
She says her dream is to turn the idea into a social enterprise that will help tackle the floral waste problem in India.

"Seeing so much floral waste in India - and because I was a chemical engineer - I thought the two could come together and make something useful," says Parimala.

"An entrepreneur was totally unexpected for me because I was getting into my PhD. But, I really enjoy both being in the university and the journey so far as an entrepreneur."

(Source: BBC)

Friday, 11 August 2017

Bangalore, before the dystopia: The birth, life, and death of India’s most liveable city

An old friend and I met up one afternoon this May.

She had changed. Many times over. For good or for bad, I am not to judge, but I didn’t like what I saw.
We have known each other since 1980, the year I was born. So, despite long periods of separation, I perk up every time she is mentioned. Evidently, bits of her have stayed on with me.

There’s no taking Bangalore out of a Bangalorean, goes the cliche.

So there I stood at our Borewell Bus Stop rendezvous on Old Airport Road, seeking stray hints of familiarity: Flaming-red Bangalore Transport Service (BTS) buses, the fishing spot in the marsh, gulmohar (mayflower) trees in full bloom.

But all I got was a choked highway, an elite township where the marsh once lay, and gusts of exhaust fumes. And like I had read earlier incredulously, the gulmohars, too, were disappearing.

In just around 30 years, Bangalore had gone from “Garden City” to “Garbage City” via “India’s Silicon Valley.” Today it must often grapple with something as bizarre as self-combusting foaming toxic lakes.

When, why, and how did she come to this? The answers are not too obscure if one traces back her footsteps. But before that, a little about the present.


Frantic, choking
Bangalore is the face of India’s changed fortunes, a face that itself has changed beyond recognition. Consider these startling numbers: Bengaluru, as she has been officially called since November 2014, is the hub of the $150 billion information technology (IT) sector that contributes nearly 10% to India’s GDP. She single-handedly generated $45 billion in IT revenues in 2014.

The government of Karnataka expects the state capital to house two million IT workers by 2020. Such is her impact that, till recently, techies in the west dreaded the term Bangalored—it meant losing your job to relatively cheaper Indian peers. The recent role reversal is unlikely to affect her dominance.

At a per capita GDP of $5,051 (2014), the city is the world’s 87th most important metro, a Brookings Institute report says. She is India’s fifth-most populous urban agglomeration, with an estimated over 10 million residents in 2017, up nearly 200% from 3.4 million in 1985. To accommodate all those new people, she has expanded by 360% from 161 square kilometres (pdf) in 1979 to 709 sq km today.

However, due to dismal urban planning and corruption, she’s now also a disaster in slow motion.
Take, for instance, those water bodies. Bangalore is that rare large metro with no big perennial source of water nearby. Hence, its founders created a vast interconnected system of lakes and tanks, key to her Garden City tag.

In 1961, there were 262 lakes and tanks in and around her. But satellite imagery in 2003 showed just 18 clearly delineated ones (I don’t want to know what it looks like in 2017). Yet, there’s been a 584% growth in the city’s built-up area over the past four decades. The result: A parched city depends on thousands of tanker-trucks for its daily supply of water.

Trees, Bangalore’s other pillar, are vanishing, too. According to study by the Indian Institute of Science, more than 68% of her land area had vegetation in 1973; by 2012, that had fallen to a little above 23%. A few minutes spent at the Domlur Signal, with its recently built maze of flyovers, amply drives home the message.

This cataclysm has begun to affect her famed climate. Summer temperatures that ranged in the comfortable 18-33 degree Celsius zone—and rarely on the higher side—hit 39.2 degrees in April 2016.

“Today…quiet tree-lined lanes of creeper- and flower-decked homes have become treeless, concrete, air-conditioned ghettos—artificially created heat islands in a city that once did not need even ceiling fans,” journalist Samar Halarnkar wrote recently.


That’s exactly what I felt on that breathless May afternoon. And if you, O reader, aren’t panting yet, then welcome to Bangalore like always. Because she remains a friend to everyone as she was all through her growing up years.

“The city’s morphology closely corresponds to four distinct evolutionary phases—the native town (1537-1809); colonial period (1809-1947); science & industry phase (1947-1980s); and the hi-tech phase (mid-1980s-present),” urban planner Radha Chanchani said in a note she prepared on the subject, which she shared with me. “And till the British left, the city evolved as two distinct and separate entities,” Chanchani, managing associate with the sustainable cities programme of the World Resources Institute, Bangalore, added.

My interest piqued, I decided to explore further.

Bangalore: The short story
Year Milestone
1537 Kempe Gowda constructs the Bangalore Mud Fort and several reservoirs
1760 Hyder Ali commissions Lal Bagh
1803 First chapel in the city. Runner postal line established between Bangalore, Madras, and                         Bombay
1807 First British military station in Halasuru/Ulsoor
1853 Currency changes from Kanteerava pagoda to rupee
1864 First train arrives
1898 Plague outbreak
1902 India’s first city to get electricity
1905 India’s first city get electric street lights
1909 The Indian Institute of Science set up
1928 First instance of communal clash
1937 Connected by air to Bombay
1940 Bangalore Transport Company begins operations
1944 Bangalore Palace built
1947 Named capital of Mysore
1948 Deccan Herald newspaper launched
1949 Bangalore Municipal Corporation formed
1955 AIR Bangalore begins broadcasting
1956 Vidhana Soudha built. Bangalore named capital of the reconstituted Mysore state
1964 Bangalore University established
1972 ISRO established in Bangalore
1981 TV station begins broadcasting
1991 Software Technology Parks of India established
2014 Renamed Bengaluru

Split personality
Bangalore’s history is actually the history of twins.

There are many theories behind how she got her name: Some say it came from Benda Kala Uru (the city of the cooked pulses), others cite Vengaluru (village of Vengala/Venkata) and Bengavaluru (town of body guards).

While the oldest reference to Bangalore is from CE 890, her modern foundation was laid down in 1537 by Kempe Gowda, a feudatory of the Vijayanagara empire. Remnants of the fort Gowda built remain to this day, though badly overrun. “It is the oldest kernel of the city…all in the ‘pete‘ areas (Chikpete, Doddapete, Sultanpete etc),” Chanchani tells me. “It was a small, native, typical south Indian town within the fort-walls.”

That is, till the British East India Company (EIC) arrived in 1807. It leased some land east of the old city from her overlord, the Mysore maharaja, and set up a cantonment near the lake in Halasuru (old locality), today Ulsoor. The twin was born.


The EIC’s military installations and symbols still dominate the landscape: Parade Ground, Brigade Road, the Indian Army’s oldest engineering group Madras Sappers, and many others.

Bangalore’s salubrious climate began to attract British families and, soon enough, she turned into a civil station, too. In a way, the urban planner says, they created a spot of England in India.

“Bangalore was India without its scorching sun and Europe without its snow,” Chanchani cites an old adage.

Meanwhile, the older twin, too, was expanding under the Mysore kingdom.

The 1898 plague outbreak in the native quarters sparked an exodus to her newly built northern and southern extensions, Malleswaram and Basavanagudi, respectively.

This may seem unimaginable now, but the area between these two segments of Bangalore—the native town on the west under the Mysore king and the civil and military station to the east—was a broad belt of open land. Over time, this belt is what became the city’s biggest green lungs, extending from Cubbon Park through the race course, golf course, and Palace grounds and orchards, Chanchani says. Lalbagh, the 240-acre botanical garden commissioned by Hyder Ali in 1760, already lay towards the south.

Yet, the cultural differences between the twins are evident even now.

As the British pursued European tastes and practices in their quarters, Bangalore internalised some of these. For instance, its reputation as India’s “Pub City” stems from the club culture the colonialists spawned. They set up the United Services Club in 1868, which later became the Bangalore Club—a certain Winston Churchill, who called the city “a garrison town which resembles a 3rd rate watering place,” still owes the club Rs13.

Since they were not allowed inside the club, the native elite set up their own Bangalore Club on their side of the divide in 1912. This later became the Century Club. The Anglo-Indians, of course, had their Bowring Institute.

So eastern Bangalore nurtured a concentrated English-European culture, with missionary-run schools, western dressing, manners, etiquette, and merry-making tipplers, while beyond Cubbon Park, in old Bangalore, traditional India reigned.

This was Bangalore’s structural make-up as she entered the modern age in 1947. As India gained independence, the city was named the capital of the Mysore state. In 1949, the twins were formally merged. In 1956, she was again named the capital of the newly reconstituted Mysore state.

The city witnessed the first major post-independence spurt in population around this time, following India’s administrative reorganisation on linguistic lines. “I remember bureaucrats transferred from the Bombay and Madras presidencies arriving here and looking for houses in 1958. That was the first influx…though it was not big,” says 90-year-old NL Krishnan, a long-time resident and witness to some of the biggest changes the city underwent.

Bangalore had begun to spread her wings and Krishnan, a young engineer back then, was ready to take flight.

Boom town: The science & industry phase
A graduate of Banaras Hindu University, Krishnan arrived in the city on a cold January day in 1955, the year All India Radio Bangalore began broadcasting.

He had joined Bharat Electronics Ltd (BEL), a public-sector undertaking (PSU) established a year earlier to make basic communication equipment for a young nation.

“I wanted to be in a new company, so that you are at the starting point and grow along with your group,” Krishnan says. “When I joined the job here in Bangalore, I wasn’t sure how long I’d remain here,” he recalls.

That was 62 winters ago.

The retired BEL chairman & managing director is even older than the Vidhana Soudha, the majestic state legislative assembly building raised in the city’s heart in 1956.

Krishnan’s life in Bangalore ran almost parallel to her evolution as a science and industrial hub, though that phase had begun much earlier. Precisely speaking, when industrialist Jamsetji Nusserwanji Tata, in association with the Mysore maharaja and the Indian government, established the Indian Institute of Science in 1909. That was also the year Bangalore became India’s first electrified city. Then came the Hindustan Aircraft Company, now Hindustan Aeronautics Ltd (HAL), in 1940.

Looking to give India a much-needed industrial base post-independence, the government set up three more PSUs here: the Indian Telephone Industries (ITI) in 1948, watchmaker Hindustan Machines Tools in 1953, and BEL the next year. The following decades saw more coming: the Indian Space Research Organisation, the Defence Research & Development Organisation, the National Aerospace Laboratory etc.


But why Bangalore? The answer is predictable.

“Climate and a fresh site. The government didn’t have to worry about land. They picked up land owned by the defence. It (Bangalore) was an Italian prisoner of war camp (during World War II).

Once the war ended, they (Italian PoWs) were repatriated. They (the government) then said now you build a factories and townships in the vacated areas,” Krishnan explains.

After the initial thrust on PSUs, Bangalore’s industrialisation entered the next phase in the decadal cusp of the 1960s and ’70s. This, Krishnan says, followed the Naxalite movement, an armed Marxist uprising in the Bengal region, a key industrial zone till then.

As industries fleeing Bengal shifted here, demand for manpower rose, sparking the second big influx: workers from neighbouring states like Tamil Nadu, Kerala, and Andhra Pradesh.

“When we wanted female workers in our factory, particularly in assembly of components, conservatism prevented the local girls from joining us. So we had mostly Tamilians and Malayalis (natives of Kerala),” Krishnan says.

But there was also demand for more qualified personnel. “Some of them (private industries) wanted to start greenfield operations, too. Where do they get well-trained engineers from? So there was phenomenal poaching from the public sector,” he recalls.

Clearly, the buzz for engineers was alive even then in the city. And it grew louder as the stage was set for Bangalore’s shift from being a largely PSU-oriented city to a private-sector, technology-oriented city.

By the late 1980s, as I was learning to ride bicycles and throwing tantrums over Joy and Dollops ice cream, my friend was poised for the IT boom—and the third big migratory wave.

Life in a metro
Motorised vehicles were first introduced to Bangalore in 1901.

“The first car showroom (and workshop) was set up in the Kannan building on South Parade Road (MG Road) in 1911, by an Englishman called HE Ormerod,” according to The Times of India newspaper.

Krishnan himself bought one, a Sunbeam, in 1955 as commuting was a task (some things never change!).

Buses were few and far between. Auto-rickshaws were introduced in 1950—Bangalore was the first Indian city to do so, said Krishnan (I couldn’t verify this)—but there were few of them. Taxis were scarce, too. So residents mostly depended on horse-carts. “My father-in-law arrived at our residence at around 10 o’ clock in the night on a tonga in 1963,” Krishnan says. A little more than a million people lived here then.

For their employees’ convenience, the PSUs introduced bus fleets. They also built massive, well-maintained townships that are much sought-after enclaves even today. The blue HAL and ITI buses were ubiquitous in Bangalore till a few years ago.

But despite the limited public transport options, it was still an easy city.

“My wife and I used to go together on foot quite a long distance,” said Sampige Anantha Murthy, a retired district and sessions judge, who first came to the city in 1954. “Those were the safer days.”

Indeed, as an eight-or nine-year-old, I’d travel long distances to school both by bus and by foot—alone or with friends. Straying far from home along the highway was a pleasurable Sunday routine. Brave would be the Bangalore parents who’d let their children do that now.

Because by February 2016, there were over 6 million motorised vehicles in the city, up over 6,000% from the 100,000 in 1971. While the length of the city’s road network has increased from 960 kilometres in 1964 to 10,200 km in 2014, it is still inadequate, leaving her with the worst road density among India’s metros. The result: Over $6 billion worth of man-hours spent stuck in traffic—and this for the IT sector alone.

While poor planning, corruption, and land-grab are universal to urban India, nowhere else has the rapidity of growth bogged down a city as much as in Bangalore.

“Today it is not worth my while travelling out of home,” rued 83-year-old Murthy. “Firstly because of the traffic, then unhelpful footpaths. Things are beyond the policemen’s grasp.” This comes from someone who lives in the upscale, leafy Indiranagar locality in eastern Bangalore.

And the widening of roads or massacring trees is hardly the answer. “To address traffic congestion by widening the roads is like trying to address obesity by loosening the belt,” said Chanchani, the urban planner, pointing to an important difference within the city.

The old quarters of Bangalore like Malleswaram and Basavangudi, she said, manage the traffic and population better than the new tech zones and IT belts toward the south and east. “They (old quarters) have very good structured road networks—dense and inter-connected. So traffic gets evenly distributed. In contrast, in Whitefield, there are only four or five main roads. Everything else is closed access, private access.” Gated communities and integrated townships have taken up large parcels of land but have also choked the roads by shutting them off, she said.

“There is simply no breathing space,” sighed the retired judge.

Things are so bad now that Bangalore ranks a low 146 on Mercer’s 2017 Quality of Living Index, and 177 for quality of infrastructure, coming in last among the surveyed Indian cities. An IISc study says the city will be simply uninhabitable by 2025 (pdf).

All this hits you particularly hard when you return to here periodically. Like it hit me under that May afternoon sun.

After trying in vain to identify the vestiges of a bygone era, as I began walking home, I thought I saw an eight-year-old cycling down from the opposite direction. He took a turn toward the marsh to meet his old friend.

That boy was on the other side of the clogged highway, the other side of the time-divide.

(Source: Quartz)

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

What is Death?

Lot of great people have explained the meaning of Life. A student from Bangalore explains the meaning of Death.


Saturday, 22 April 2017

Harsh reasons why some housewives in Bangalore chose to become sex workers

“I am illiterate and unskilled. I need money to run my household. Now, this (sex work) is my job and I am proud of it as I have sacrificed a lot for my family,” says Jaya Prabha (name changed) with a stoic face. For her, sex work is a lesser evil than watching her children starve.

Jaya is one of many housewives in Bangalore who do sex work to make ends meet. A sex worker in this city can earn anywhere between ₹500 and ₹3,000 a day. Most of these women are illiterate, and from economically weaker sections.

For Kamala Naik (name changed), resorting to sex work was a no-brainer after her husband, the sole breadwinner of the family, met with a disabling accident. Her husband supported her decision. How else were they to put food on the table.

But then, says Kamala, sex work was not her first choice to earn money. The accident that left her husband disabled took place in 2010. A good tailor, Kamala took up a job in a garment factory. But the ₹5,000 a month she made was hardly enough to keep food on the table and clothe the family.

As it happened, a friend of hers turned out to be a sex worker, who was making between ₹10,000 to ₹12,000 per month. In dire need, Kamala switched jobs.

“Working as a sex worker, I not only cleared my husband’s medical bills, but I also got enough time to nurse him back to reasonable health,” she says.

Lakshmi M. (name changed), however, is not Kamala. Nobody in her family knows she’s a sex worker. Her home is not in Bangalore, but her workplace is. Every day, she travels nearly 30 kilometers to Majestic, Bangalore’s busy central bus stand. There, she solicits clients, and calls it a day at about 2.30 p.m. to return home.

“My husband and children think I work as a domestic help in the city. Only my clients and other sex workers know the truth. I’ve been leading this double life for eight years,” says the 38-year-old. “I took up the profession because I want my three children to get a good education. I’m also scared of poverty. My husband is a carpenter and makes ₹12,000 a month, which is not enough for a family of five.”


Takes A Lot To Run A Home
Nisha Gulur, a transgender rights activist who works closely with sex workers and sexual minorities, says such is the curse of penury that once these women begin to earn money, they start getting respect from their families and communities.

“Financial independence enhances their status and empowers them as individuals and women,” she explains.
The garment factories and incense stick units where the workforce primarily comprises of poor women, like Jaya, demand long hours of work for a paltry salary. Harassment, physical and mental, is part and parcel of the job. Work as a domestic help is no better.

“I’m not implying that flesh trade is all hunky-dory. Violence, abuse and exploitation by customers and the police go hand-in-hand,” says Gulur. “This is the minimum risk they agree to when they take up the profession,” she remarks.

Poverty Decides Work
“In my long experience in this field, I have come across mostly Dalits and lower caste women getting into the (sex work) profession. The obvious reason is that Dalits and lower castes are mostly poor. We also have women who are from powerful communities like Lingayats and Vokkaligas. But they are very few. We don’t have any figures with us, so we are planning to have a proper survey on caste of sex workers in Karnataka,” says Bharati, general secretary, Karnataka Sex Workers Union (KSWU).

The Karnataka State AIDS Prevention Society says there are about 85,000 sex workers in the state. Bharati, whose organisation works to help sex workers get access to identity cards, welfare schemes and protection from violence and discrimination, says that only a negligible number of sex workers registered with KSWU are housewives.

Interestingly, a book titled “Dangerous Sex, Invisible Labor: Sex Work And The Law In India” delves into the secret world of Indian sex workers who are married and engaged in the trade without the knowledge of husbands and families. Written by Dr. Prabha Kotiswaran, a reader in Law and Social Justice at, King’s College London, the award winning book is based on research done in 2 cities – Kolkata and Tirupati.

Nagasimha Rao, a Bangalore-based activist offers some more perspective on why housewives in particular tend to take up sex work, “In urban poor families, housewives have a much tougher role. Some of them are not even allowed by their husbands to work but are expected to maintain the household, including the growing needs of children with a paltry sum of money. And in any case, labour cost is very cheap in India, at least no way enough to fulfill the basic needs of life. So it’s easier to woo housewives into the flesh trade. There is a possibility of earning good money without toiling all day long.”

Clearly, it’s centuries of oppression, of caste, of class and even economical, that has led to many housewives, with and without families, to take part in the sex trade. And often enough there is a simple explanation. As Jaya succinctly asks, “I want to get out of this profession, but I can’t. What should I do? Who will give me a better-paying job?”

(Source: YKA)

Friday, 21 April 2017

I thought I was marrying the man I loved till he became my husband

They say love and marriage go hand in hand. Mine was a love marriage. We were in a relationship for seven years before we decided to tie the knot. I went against my family’s wishes, but eventually managed to convince them.

I was so sure that I wanted to spend my life with this guy. I knew so well that life will be good; all I needed was love and romance and we had enough of it. Even though our salaries were low, we had no car, we had taken home loan, we had no money for honeymoon, but still everything felt so perfect. I was finally with the man I wanted to be with.

Time changes – and so does love. From being my friend, my confidant, he became my husband and this change happened overnight. On the day of our marriage he was so cold towards me. I looked into his eyes trying to find love but it was just not there.

On our special night I was in his house surrounded by so many unknown faces. He got mad at someone else and so we did not even talk. We had sex like it was a custom we had to follow; we did it and passed out. I was confused, but I waited patiently thinking we will be ourselves when we get back to our home in Bangalore. I was so naïve.

We could never be the same again. Things did get better when we got back. He was at least romantic. We talked. Enjoyed movies. Went out with friends. He praised my efforts at home. He had his anger issues, but it wasn’t something I wasn’t aware of.

We had a lot of issues because of the way he spent money but I always assumed it will be fine with time. When we went to my home for the first time, he threw tantrums, but I thought it will be fine. We spent on his family even though we were in so much debt, but I thought it will be fine. He fought whenever I argued, but never tried to understand my point of view, but I thought it will be fine.

I cried for days together. For weeks he would not talk to me. I would try, but nothing changed. I still assumed we will be fine. He started talking only when he felt like it. I was not able to concentrate on work, but I loved him dearly and that was all that mattered to me.

My father died within one year of our marriage. I needed him the most at that time. I am very close to my family, especially my mother; and my father’s sudden demise was extremely difficult for all of us to deal with. While I struggled with all these emotions; I noticed he had no interest in my family. Every time I shared something, he was either not interested or was judgmental. I stopped telling him most things because I did not want him to be burdened by my issues.

Slowly I started hiding things from him. I started saving money without telling him. I got a new job and hid my new salary from him. It was not that I was never going to tell him, but he didn’t believe in saving money and I was always worried about our future. I felt so guilty hiding this from him.

My sister also decided to marry the guy she loved even though my father had rejected the guy. When she stuck to her decision we had to agree but somehow my husband continued to be against it. God knows why? He did not attend her engagement. He arrived just one day before the marriage. He did not bother to help much despite the fact that we had no family support and all arrangements were being made by my younger brother who was too young at that time.

The day after her marriage he fought with me because I forgot to ask him if he'd had his breakfast. He stormed out after fighting with me and never apologised. He never understood what went through our minds when without our father we had to get our sister married.


Then came the final blow. My pregnancy. I went to my mother’s place two months prior to my delivery; the moment my son was born, all her hard work went for a toss. My family couldn’t take care of me and my baby. His parent’s arrival did not make things better. Finally we had such a bad fight that he left even before his leaves expired. He insulted my mother and broke all ties with her. We kept fighting for months. For the first time in my life I said something about his family and that was the final nail in the coffin. He did come back for my brother’s wedding, but was always in a bad mood. He left again after fighting.

He called and asked me to get a transfer to Singapore because he was getting an opportunity there. He kept saying he would leave me here if this opportunity materializes, and I felt so shaken. With my first child in my hand, I would be at his place weeping all day, struggling with motherhood, and looking at a totally blank future. I thought of ending it all; maybe suicide was the answer.

After I reached Bangalore, the nightmare did not end. He would not talk to me and when he did, he would only point out my mistakes. I lost all my confidence. I was a bad mother and bad wife according to him. Whenever he was in a good mood he talked to me nicely, but one mistake and everything catapulted.

The only solace was that he did not hit me, though he threatened me all the time. By this time, my way of retaliation had also changed. While earlier I hardly answered back now I was miserably trying to defend myself. In between all of this, he found out that he lost the Singapore opportunity.

I started working again when my son was just four months. I had no family support. With just one 8 hour maid, I started my journey again. Thankfully, I had to work from home. It was a really hard time.

My work was demanding. My baby was demanding. My husband was demanding and demeaning. There was no appreciation from anywhere.

My son was weak. He fell sick too often. With all the insecurities in this relationship I could not think of leaving work and just taking care of my son. My mother came in between to help me, but those times were even more harassing. My husband did not talk to her, and he insulted me even more when she was around. But I did not give up. Only I know the pain and trauma I went through. Once, while my mother was there, he provoked me so much that I slapped him in front of her. I know I shouldn’t have done that but his unloving attitude was killing me every day.

My son is now three and it has been seven years since we got married. I remember being so happy and content with my life. I had a few but very close friends. Now I have nothing but my son who I love more than my life. In all these years I have just struggled to fight an urge to kill myself. I keep thinking about how I can make him realise what I feel. He is distant. There are periods in between when he is nice to me, but nothing even close to caring and understanding. Till I keep my mouth shut, everything is fine.

We do have sex infrequently but that’s about it. I have told him many times how lonely and neglected I feel, but he says it’s all in my head. These discussions only end in an argument. I have no hopes for recovery now. I want to leave this country and go somewhere else. Maybe this way he will miss me and realize what he has done. But till then, my misery continues. All I needed was love but what I got was A HUSBAND!

(Source: AkkarBakkar)

Wednesday, 29 March 2017