Multiple City: Writings on Bangalore

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Author: Aditi De
Publisher: Penguin Books India Pvt. Ltd.
Edition: 2008
ISBN: 9780143100256
Pages: 330
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Founded by the chieftain Kempe Gowda around 1537, the story of Bangalore has no grand linear narrative. The location has revealed different facets to settlers and passers-through. Facets to settlers and passers-through. The city, the site of bloody battles between the British and Tipu Sultan, was once attached to the glittering court of Mysore. Later, it became a cantonment town where British troops were stationed. Over time, it morphed into a city of gardens and lakes, and the capital of Indian scientific research. More recently, it has been the hub of India’s information technology boom, giving rise to Brand Bangalore, an Indian city whose name is recognized globally. Now, people from every conrner of India and beyond call it home.

In this collection of writings about a multi-layered city, there are stories from its history, translations from Kannada literature, personal responses to the city’s mindscape, portraits of special’ citizens, accounts of searches for lost communities and traditions among much more. U.R. Ananthamurthy writes about Bangalore’s Kannada identity; Shashi Deshpande maps the city through the places she has lived in since she was a young girl; Anita Nair draws a touching portrait of a florist who celebrates the glories of the Raj; Ramachandra Guha describes his close bound with Bangalore’s most unusual bookseller; and Rajmohan Gandhi recounts the Mahatma’s trysts with the city.

From traditional folk ballads to a nursery rhyme about Bangalore, from poems to blogs, from reproductions of turn of the twentieth century picture postcards to cartoons, Multiple City is the portrait of a metropolis trying to retain its roots as it hurtles into the future.

Aditi De is Bengali by birth, south Indian by choice, and has been a Bangalorean since May 1992. An independent writer, columnist and editor, she loves exploring new terrain in terms of people and geographies, both in real time and virtually. As a journalist, she edited the Sunday Herald, Articulations and Open Sesame supplements at Deccan Herald. She has also worked for the Indian Express and launched the popular children’s magazine Junior Quest for the Chandamama group in February 1989. Her books include Articulations: Voices from Contemporary Indian Visual Art (Rupa & Co., 2004) and A Twist in the Tale: More Indian Folktales (Puffin India, 2005). She is the co-author of Lines from an Artistic Life: The Drawings of Adimoolam (Mapin/Lund Humphries, 2007), Manu Parekh: Eternity Watches Time (Mapin/Lund Humphries, 2007) and Rustic Ragas: Inner Melodies of Thota Vaikuntam (Timeless Books/AbMaa Publishing, 2008).


IT'S a windy May morning in the year 2007. About 7.15 a.m. I'm helmeted, strapped into the passenger seat of a motorized hang-glider. At the helm is a veteran naval officer with a passion for the air sport. The glider, 1000 feet above the city that I’ve called home since May 1992, soars skywards from Jakkur, then banks, glides and, as I seem to suspend my breath for an incredible fifteen minutes, offers me an alternative lens through which to view Bangalore or Bengaluru. Or is that a mythical landscape that unfolds below us?

I’m conscious that I have no parachute on board, nor the shell of a cabin to cushion me from the breeze that had the windsock at the airfield jigging furiously since dawn. The chill morning air nips at my ear lobes, teases my bare toes. Wonder surges through me as I consciously shift gears mentally-—and jettison inherited or collective notions about the city we hover over.

I gaze upon sheets of pristine water. Is that Hebbal lake? Verdant stretches, seemingly unpopulated, cross, twist and zigzag on terra firma. Is that the Life Insurance Corporation building on arterial Mahatma Gandhi Road, and the new United Breweries tower on Vittal Mallya Road? Impeccable toy-sized houses swing into sight, as if conjured up from a Lego kit, with dinky red, yellow and blue cars arrayed in open garages. The scene unfolding below has the unlived- in openness of a Google Earth exploration.

I mull over the past years of searching for our city through writings on it. My journey has unfolded through stop—start scenes where live stumbled upon facts and features, characters and cartoons, even alternate or divisive perspectives, in lieu of a grand, linear narrative. I’ve sensed unidentified shadows through multiple conversations, had chance encounters both literary and political, gauged readings over steaming by-two cups at the India Coffee House, even entered high—voltage debates about the interior landscapes of gays and bijras. I’ve listened to the narratives of- Generation Next and tuned in to their grandparents, ajja-ajji stories over set dosas at stand—and—eat darshinis, often buoyed by excursions into the Kannada literary landscape with practitioners and interpreters.

What layered identities exist, or once flourished, within this emerging global city? What schismatic tugs of war rage between Bengaluru and Bangalore, between the western pete that can be traced back at least five centuries and the eastern Cantonment, at least three centuries younger, between the City and the Civil and Military Station, the native and the colonial, as the Mysore PBM and the silk roomal from northern Karnataka come to terms with the Gandhi cap? Did the traditions of- stately Mysore vanish when the City and the Cantonment were united under a single municipal administration in 1949? Is the cosmopolitan nature of-Bangalore, then, a stumbling block to defining its identity? Has the It-propelled new city taken the shine off- its established public sector undertakings, its famed silk looms? Will the city on fast—forward mode towards the future spell its doom, especially since its population has boomed from 1.5 to nearly seven million in barely three decades?

As I fly over these warring entities, deep—seated flickers of? unknowing flutter within me, along with unrequited curiosity, and yet a sense of belonging. This is a city, or multiple cities within, that has enfolded me and drawn me in, oddball that I am, Bengali by birth and south Indian by choice. Is this the terrain of the four boundary mantapas or towers that the Yelahanka nudaprabhu or chieftain Kempe Gowda is said to have founded around 1537, celebrated in folk ballad and contemporary narratives alike? Why did he choose the village of Sivanasamudram, ten miles to the south of Yelahanka, to build his mud fort in? Did the city derive its name from the meal of- boiled beans or bendakalu that an old woman shared with him?

Every city dweller I interact with seems to espouse a private vision of Bangalore. I stumble upon hidden stories retold in whispers, threadbare yet convergent narratives. Of a memorial to a ninth century hero commemorated during an ancient Battle of Bengaluru. Of megalithic tombs and iron tools dating back to 1000 BC, besides records of Roman silver coins that hark back to the emperor Augustus. Of a tutelary deity named Annamma, whose temple borders the Dharmambudhi tank. Of a Jewish settlement that gave rise to Asian’s biggest shoe store of the early twentieth century. Of a city that had access to electricity before the rest of- Asia. Of the base where India’s first indigenous helicopter was developed, and where the Bangalore torpedo was devised by British Captain McClintock of: the Bengal, Bombay and Madras Sappers in 1912.

When the British defeated Tipu Sultan of: Mysore in the Battle of. Bangalore in 1791, the rural aspect of the location was its defining Feature. It was a location defined by its keres or tanks. That’s besides its large temple complexes, its agraharas or Brahmin settlements. In the twenty-first century, the technopole represents the city as much as the annual Karaga rites at the Dharmaraya temple in the old city.

Jeans pants on the outside and madi panche on the inside,’ wrote Bargur Ramachandrappa, former chairman of the Kannada Development Authority, describing the reluctant metropolis. Is the Mysore state emblem of the two—headed Gandaberunda bird, then, an apt representation of the city is state of- mind, straddling the puranas and technological advances with equal felicity?

Even as I juggle these notions, I carry memories of other cities, Other homes, within me. Of: the quintessential Tamil culture that enriches Chennai/Madras, where silk-draped mamis in Hakoba blouses and rubber slippers critique a Carnatic music concert with as much Panache as they weigh up Thiruvalluvar against Shakespeare. Of the jostling mass of Mumbai/Bombay, with its folk-rich Ganesh Chaturthi End equally fervent Bollywood worship, its capacity to make outsiders feel at home despite the ebb and flow of- a city constantly on the move to wherever. Of eating rich shabi tukrao and biryani that the palate still lusts for at intimate chowkis at the Qutb Shahi tombs, or bargaining for mirror-studded Ladla Bazaar bangles in the bustling Charminar at Hyderabad. Of the beat of the dhaak and the sensuous, swirling aroma of- dbuno as the priest calls the deity into public consciousness at the annual conclave that is Durga Puja in quintessential Kolkata/Calcutta.

How does Bangalore fit into this framework that defines a city for me? It seems to engage with its past with insouciance, within a continuum where the past, the present and the future collide every milli-moment. Its streets voice their cosmopolitan culture and urban angst as much in Kannada as in Hindi, Telugu, Tamil, Malayalam or English. Bangalore does not offer outsiders a pageant of archaeological monuments; instead, in the words of a wag, it has just ‘two rambling gardens and a crumbling palace’. It is as much at ease with the masala dosa of Vidyarthi Bhavan as with the stiff upper lip colonial traditions of the Bangalore Club, or the shining new towers and gated communities of IT—based international commerce.

I try to touch base with the essential Bangalore/Bengaluru. But for every home truth that stands its ground, I chance upon a contradiction that seems equally valid. Questions jostle with answers in uneasy I combat. What makes Bangalore pulse with life? Could it be the yoking of the local and the global, the contradictory aspirations of a wannabe Singapore, as media debates would have us believe?

Fifteen years ago, my friends from Chennai, New Delhi or Jaipur and I would often lie back on the grass in a secluded patch of Cubbon Park and ask the lazy, wandering weekend clouds in the blue sky overhead: What defines this city? Where is it going? Where is the Garden City? The Pub City? What makes this a resurgent hub of contemporary Indian art and dance today? What heaves through the underbelly of Brand Bangalore? Will it explode when the past and present collide with the future? Or will the laid-back nature of its citizens soothe ruffled feelings so that life flows on?

From the hang—glider, the numbing crush of traffic on roads gone berserk seems like science fiction. Even the erasure of the pensioner’s paradise by realtors and mall maniacs appears unreal, however temporarily. For the city I spy below is green, calm, an eminently desirable location, even a space of infinite promise. Or what?

Of a home truth that I acknowledge as we ease into a gentle touchdown at Jakkur. An essence that is celebrated in Bangalore or Bengaluru daily, through its myriad tongues, its multiple origins, the cacophony of soundtracks within curvilinear recountings.

It is a truth that this anthology seeks to represent. Not within an encyclopaedic sweep or a comprehensive, defining narrative. The multi- pronged gaze of the contributors trace the city, its culture of confluences both real and surreal, whether viewed from terra firma or while airborne. As flexi•—cities within the single location tumble into view, it would be impossible not to celebrate their underlying spirit. A spirit that, to me, is best summed up in two words: Multiple City.


Acknowledgements xi
Introduction xiii
First Person Singular: In Search of a City
1 The Ballad of Kempe Gowda 3
A Helava folk narrative
2 A City Yet Unborn 6
Suryanath Kamath
3 The Town of- Boiled Beans 10
RK. Narayan
4The Battle for Bangalore 15
M. Fazlul Hasan
5 From Garden City to Tota? 22
Anuradha Mathur and Dilip da Cunha
6 Ramakant in the City 32
Kerooru Vasudevacharya
7 City for a Song 37
C. V. Shivashankar
8 A photographic essay from the turn of the 39
twentieth century postcard collection of Clare Arni
9 New Shoots and Old Roots: 49
The Cultural Backdrop of- Bangalore
Chiranjiv Singh
10 Directions 61
Prathihha Nandakumar
11 Ooru and the World 63
U.R. Ananthamurthy
12 Mall Miscalculations 68
Pankaj Mishra
13 Bangalore: A Short Story 72
Sherry Simon
14 My Friend, Mani 83
R Lankesh
15 Reworking Masculinities:
Rajkumar and the Kannada Public Sphere
Tejaswini Niranjana
16 Mapping Bangalore 96
Shashi Deshpande
17 Romance of the Cantonment 104
Geeta Doctor
18 The Serious Purpose of Life 111
Winston S. Churchill
19 Follow My Bangalorey Man: Traditional Nursery Rhyme 115
20 A Rose Petal Life 116
Anita Nair
21 Oh, Come to Gandhibazar! 121
S. Diwakar
22 Turning Crimson at Premier’s127
Ramachandra Guha
23 The Karaga Festival: A Performative Archive of an Alternative Urban Ecology 133
Smriti Srinivas
24 Gopalaswamy lyer Hostel 140
25 Corners and Other Childhood Spaces 144
Janaki Nair
26 Majestic: The Place of- Constant Return 150
Zac O’Yeah
27 City Cartoons 157
Maya Kamath
28 Meditation on Postal Colony 163
Anjum Hasan
29 Through the Mahatma’s Eyes 165
Rajmohan Gandhi
30 The Wholly Raman Empire: Bangalore’s
Emergence as a Centre of Science
Shobbana Narasimban
31 In Search of the Star of David 178
32 Notes from Another India 184
Jeremy Seabrook
33 Do the Needful 192
Mahesh Dattani
34 Sthala Puranagalu: Place Legends 198
Pushpamala N.
35 Macbeth at Bangalore University 206
Paul William Roberts
36 The Sound of Two Hands Clapping 209
C.K. Meena
37 Temples of Food 216
Achal Prabhala
38 A Dream of a Theatre 222
Aditi De
39 On the Street, Everybody Watches 228
Nisha Susan
40 Veena Tapaswi Doreswamy Iyengar 233
K.N. Raghavendra Rao
41 Finger-lickin’ Bad 240
William Dalrymple
42 Back to the Future 247
Ammu Joseph
43 The Morphing of Bangalore 253
Drawings by Paul Fernandes
44 nanolore 263
S.S. Prasad
45 Brand Bangalore: Emblem of- Globalizing India 264
A.R. Vasavi
46 The Wor1d Is Flat 268
Thomas L. Friedman
47 Dancing on Glass 272
Ram Ganesh Kamatham
48 Call Centres Call On 279
Sahana Udupa
49 I Dream of Bangalore 286
Kevin Maney
50 Bit by Byte 287
Sham Banerji
51 Metroblogging 297
Anita Bora
Notes on Contributors 303
Copyright Acknowledgements313
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