There was some confusion in
Bhopal the other day about the peak day-temperature. The digital thermometer in
the New Market area showed it as 46+ degrees Celsius whereas what the Met
recorded was a little more than 44 degrees. The Met said there could be
variation in temperature from area to area in the same town due to several
reasons.
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The temperature might well have
climbed to an unusual 46+ degrees in the New Market area. I, for one, am quite
prepared to buy it. The area where the thermometre is located has recently seen
some drastic tree-felling for widening of roads. Nearby, the Gammon India had also
chopped down many trees and has already erected some steel and concrete
structure, most probably without necessary clearances. With so much of asphalt
and concrete around the mercury had to move up and away to a sizzling high of
46 + degrees (around 115 degrees F). Perhaps, it did so because of
the “heat island effect”. Who knows!
Whatever the reason Bhopal was
not so hot earlier. Around forty-odd years ago when my second brother and I
were posted up north in Delhi we would send mother, if she happened to be
staying with either of us in summer or winter, to Bhopal to my third brother
stationed in the town. Neither could she stand the harsh winter nor the
frightfully hot summers of the north. Bhopal was known to be a city of equable
climate – neither very cold in winter nor very hot in summer. The winters used
to be delightful with bright sunshine and turquoise blue skies and the minimum
temperature seldom dipping below 8 degree C. A light woollen would
suffice. Likewise, the summers used to be very tempered with the temperature
hardly ever hitting 38 degrees C. Evenings were pleasant and the nights were
cool. Fans were the only electrical cooling appliance that used to be in use. Other
cooling contraptions were yet to arrive on the scene. For the elderly with
age-related ailments of high BP and sundry skeletal problems Bhopal,
climatically, was a blessed place.
How was it that it used to be such
a pleasant place? It was not quite in Malwa, known for its bracing evenings. Yet
its climate was a delight – much like Dehra Doon and Bangalore during those
gone-by years. With its greenery and several water bodies its climate got that
edge making it very inviting. Added to them were the several surrounding green
hills – the offshoots of the Vindhya Ranges – that gave one an exhilarating
weather right through the year. Alas, all that is now gone – sacrificed at the
altar of ‘development’. Climatically the town is no longer even a shadow of its
past self. With temperatures dipping down to 5 degrees C in winters
and hitting 45 in summers it has lost that quality of equableness. It is no
different now from any other north Indian town where the temperatures move up
and down in extremes with changing seasons.
While general global warming may
have had its impact but locally we, as local inhabitants, have made no mean contribution
in impairing the city’s delightful micro-climate for good. While the city has
been spreading out from all its four corners eating away, in the process, all
the hills and valleys that came in the way of its self-defeating efforts to
expand itself it kept losing on many fronts that included its soothing greenery
and delightfully refreshing climate.
Urbanisation is necessary to a
certain extent in today’s India but it cannot be at the cost of nature that we
inherited from the preceding generations. What one witnesses today in Bhopal is
a reckless spree of construction. In the process, more and more hills are being
denuded of greenery, catchments of the water bodies are being colonised and
farmlands gobbled up not only for erecting money-spinning educational
institutions that mostly produce duds but also for creation of pricy gated
housing complexes that are of no help to the people in general. All this,
however, has given the construction lobby tremendous muscle and its nexus with
the politicians and the bureaucracy can even swing government policies in its
favour – mostly to the detriment of the city and its citizens.
But none seems to be bothered –
especially about the ever-increasing urban sprawl. That it is all generally
without the concomitant infrastructure is another story. Suffice it to say that
the city planners don’t seem to believe in the credo “small is beautiful”
although they are aware that the bigger the city is more unmanageable it becomes
increasing the privations of the common man. Given our lack of prowess in civic
management the country is littered with examples of chaotic metropolises, cities
and towns devoid of the basic civic amenities for a vast majority of their
citizens. Even in the West, with far higher levels of civic managerial skills
and commitment, planners are veering round to the view of containing the growth
of cities for reasons of better civic management and improvement in the quality
of life of the residents.
In our case, however, short-term
gains of a few drive the entire process for harvesting the benefits – legal or
illegal – of the city’s unrelenting expansion. With nothing in it for him, the
common man finds himself at the wrong end of the stick with adverse circumstances
progressively stacking up against him. One of those is his degrading
environment – a component of which is manifested by the mercury hitting hard and
going above 45 degrees C. While a few make merry, a vast majority
struggle to survive. That’s the gift of our ‘new’ reformed economy.
What most of us forget is that
Nature is not going to take our assaults on it lying down. It has already
started striking back – with runaway temperatures, widespread droughts, floods
and storms that are monstrously violent.