Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Withering heritage - SOS from Chikkajala Fort.

Chikkajala village (Bangalore rural) is on NH-7 (Bengaluru International Airport Road), 24kms from Majestic and 6kms before Bangalore International Airport. Chikkajala is referred to as a pre-historic site by the ASI (Archeological Survey of India) monument list (http://asi.nic.in/asi_monu_alphalist_karnataka_bangalore.asp). The discovery of burial grounds  in Chikkajala led to historians dating the place to 1000 BC.

The Chikkajala fort stands to the right of NH-7, approaching the airport from the city, almost a kilometer before the ITC  factory (on the left). As you approach Chikkajala from the airport, the small fort is to your left and a few yards ahead, a signboard on the left (close to the Police Station), proclaims the existence of a temple in the village.


The historic Channarayaswamy (Channakeshava) temple in the village  is believed to be 950years old, built by Hoysala king Vishnuvardhana. (Sources: Multiple City, writings on Bangalore, edited by Aditi De, Penguin, 2008;http://wikiedit.org/India/Chikkajala/218374/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chikkajala).

Chikkajala Fort, an abandoned vassal fort in ruins, is part of the Revenue Department. There were talks of the tourism department making it a venue for a light and sound show and part of a three-place circuit, including Muddenahalli (birthplace of Sir M Visvesvaraya) and Devanahalli (birthplace of Tipu Sultan) to showcase Bangalore's rich heritage.(http://www.bangaloremirror.com/index.aspx?Page=article&sectname=News%20-%20City&sectid=10&contentid=20101118201011180339057953772bce)

There was a proposal to move the Bangalore Turf Club (BTC) to the lake bed here, which was stayed by the High Court. (http://www.rainwaterharvesting.org/chikkajala_tank/chikkajala_tank.htm ). The lease deeds for which were handed over to BTC in Sep 2009. (http://www.bangaloremirror.com/index.aspx?Page=article&sectname=News%20-%20City&sectid=10&contentid=20101118201011180339057953772bce)

What came as a rude shock to us on Sunday, 25 Dec 2011, while on a drive to the Airport was this - the demolition of part of the Fort by NHAI for road widening hardly a day or two earlier.


As we sauntered in ( the majestic fort gates missing since the demolitions, according to the locals), we found this inside the fort - a temple in ruins, by the side of a pond on our left -


and this to our right -


Here are a few pictures capturing the beauty of the ruins -




Whither heritage, whither conservation?

Does Bangalore, the IT capital have no place for its past? Are there no conservation plans that apply? Who is responsible for this lapse? Local authorities caught napping or the NHAI or some unknown third actor?Couldn't this have been handled better? What's the guarantee we won't lose more of our collective past - like the fort gates that went missing without a trace? Indeed an irony of sorts, that this unfortunate incident has happened the same year that Bangalore has added a 'Heritage Museum' to showcase its past!

Saturday, November 5, 2011


The skies are sombre grey tonight
I wonder if it is raining tonight.


I lost a friend this morning
His son was playing tonight.


Yesterday, he may have been smiling
His wife was crying tonight.


As he lay there motionless
I stood helpless, watching, tonight.


They said he went this morning
I knew she wanted to cling tonight.


October 14, 10.27 pm

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Stars and Visions.

December 1990.

Each time I see a star
A string goes taut in my heart
A familiar face stirs up a vision
In my mind's window.

Wisps of the dreams we shared
Rush past my eyes,
Laden with mositure
Everything hazy - sight, sound, mind.

As I look up to the sky,
I cry out, "Are you there?"
But then, there is no answer
'Xcept for the star's mute twinkle.

When darkness drops her
curtain down
And pins it with her stars
I search for you, everywhere
Each time I see a star.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Metamorphosis.

This blog post is dedicated to all teenagers in the throes of their turbulent teens.

November 1986.

Darkness shrouds her lovely face
And gloom, her being decked in lace.
She is a sixteened adolescent
Whose mind is neither opaque nor transparent.

On the threshold of womanhood she stands
Still bound by girlish strands
She knows not, yet, whither to go -
What to choose and what to forego.

Still, amidst all this, she wants to be bold
To face life and come out of its hold.
She wants to decide, to know right from wrong -
But, she understands, she has to wait a little long.

The Silver Lining.

Heavily inspired by Sarojini Naidu's poetry.
April 1987.

The tall trees are laden with bud and leaf,
The streams are growing in size.
But, when will the buds bloom
And when will the streams dance away to tunes?

The birds still fly to the southern skies,
The wind still lies in the arms of the dawn.
But, when, oh! when, will the birds stay behind
And when will the wind blow cool?

I lose all hope and gape at the sky
My heart so full of  pining and pain.
And then I see, still left far behind
A dark little cloud with a silver bind.

I then smile and remember someone said,
" If winter comes, can spring be far behind??? "