On the way to Mysuru from Bengaluru, around thirty kilometers
before Mysuru, on a nondescript board was written in English and Kannada
“Kaaluru” with an arrow pointing left. The distance was written below the arrow
– twenty-five kilometers. The board stood next to a banyan tree, comfortably in
its shade. Buses that ran on the highway stopped here and people who wanted to
go to Kaaluru boarded the private bus that started from the banyan tree. There
was no government bus to Kaaluru and all the private buses were owned by the
son of a former village accountant. Some smelt a scam. It was said, although in
hushed tones, that a few years ago, the government had taken unusual interest
in introducing government buses on the Kaaluru-Highway line. Then, the owner of
these buses had lobbied with the MLAs from Mandya & Mysuru to get the plan
stopped midway. He had spent lakhs on getting this project scrapped, it was
believed. Nobody knew how he had earned so much money, because not many people
travelled to Kaaluru and the population of Kaaluru itself was a few thousand at
the maximum. People spoke of unauthorized bars he operated in Bengaluru, with a
famous politician for a god-father. Nobody knew for sure, though.
In Kannada, “kaalu” has dual connotations – one is “leg” and
the other “quarter of a whole”. “Ooru” could mean any inhabited place like a
village or a town or a metropolis. The origin of the name “Kaaluru” was rooted
in a legend, some learned folk said. When Goddess Chamundeshwari slayed
Mahishasura (after whom Mysuru is named), his legs fell where the town stood
today, giving rise to its name. Some “new-age rationalists”, the youth mainly,
had an entirely different theory. According to them, while administration was
run from Mysuru by the royalty, Kaaluru was very significant. Since it was
nearly a quarter of the distance between Mysuru and Bengaluru (two big cities of
the erstwhile Mysore state) it came to be known as Kaaluru or the “town which
is one-fourth” the distance. The old guard, who could not tolerate such
blasphemy (of disowning the puranic origins of their town), had a
counter-argument ready - if the town was significant as recently as around
seventy years ago, why was there not even something as elementary as government
bus service?!
The entrance to Kaaluru was shaped like an entrance
of a fort. It was mentioned in the footnotes of some history books as the
Kaaluru Fort, although some believed it to be just an abandoned extension of
the Srirangapatna (famous for Tipu Sultan’s summer palace) Fort. It was a small
town, with just one main road running from the entrance of the fort to the end
of the town, which ended on the banks of river Kaveri. It was called the M.G.
Road. According to those who lived long enough after the freedom struggle to
tell the tale, the Mahatma was supposed to visit Kaaluru after visiting
Srirangapatna & Mysore. Local Congress workers along with the Headman,
accountant and priest had gathered enough man-power to lay a new road to
welcome the Mahatma. They said Gandhi was to arrive on February 2nd.
News broke out on January 30th that “the light had gone out”,
plunging the nation into darkness. Even in his death, Gandhi had given Kaaluru
a lesson in self-reliance and self-sufficiency – they had built the road
themselves, without government interference. The Mahatma had always wanted
decentralization, that the village should be the unit of governance.
Ironically, he did not live long enough to see this village realize his dreams.
[Gandhi’s secretary never recollected any mention of a plan visit to Mysore,
let alone Kaaluru, though!]
An old, abandoned temple of Lord Vishnu lay on the banks of
Kaveri. According to some, the temple was part of the town centuries ago which was
abandoned when there was a huge flood and people were forced to move higher up,
where the town now stood. Nobody built a temple for Vishnu on the outskirts of
a village or town, they argued. The responsibility of protecting the village was
traditionally left to Lord Hanuman. During every election, whenever the sitting
MLA visited Kaaluru, people petitioned him to declare the abandoned temple as a
monument. The leader would listen to them sincerely and promise to do his best.
However, he would return to the town only during the next election, to receive similar
petitions. A mantap belonging to the abandoned temple lay with its steps
submerged in the river. People did not dare to venture near the temple or the mantap
alone in the night. Voices were heard from the temple and figures were seen
moving around the mantap, they said. In fact, mothers frequently invoked
the ghosts of the mantap and the abandoned temple to ensure their
children listened to them.
The railway line ran along the banks of river Kaveri.
However, not many trains stopped at Kaaluru. The station itself was very small.
It had only one platform with a couple of benches. There was also a small shop
which sold tea, biscuits and juices of different colours. The owner
supplemented his meagre income by being the sole newspaper agent for the whole
of Kaaluru. The Mysuru-Bengaluru passenger train stopped regularly in the
mornings. He had an arrangement with the drivers on the route and they would
deliver the newspapers from Mysuru. The whistle of the train leaving Kaaluru served
as an alarm to the people. Other trains stopped only if there was traffic at
subsequent junctions. The platform was used by the idlers of Kaaluru and the
surrounding villages for playing cards. In fact, they provided more business to
the shop than all the passengers from the train could provide in a week!
A little distance away from the railway station stood a
banyan tree, with its shade spreading across the road. The stone platform
around the tree was used as a bus-stop and buses to the highway started from here.
The entrance to Kaaluru Government Primary & High School stood beside the
stone platform. The school itself consisted of three single-storied buildings
with huge grounds in the middle. Every year, during Independence Day, Republic
Day and Gandhi Jayanti, the entire town gathered there for celebrations. The
school had four teachers for around a hundred students from class one to class
ten. For education beyond school, they went to Srirangapatna. Fellows who
were a little more ambitious went to Mysuru and only those who could afford it dared to
even dream about Bengaluru!
Welcome to Kaaluru!
Simha, kudos on starting a new chapter to your blogposts. I await future Kaaluru stories most eagerly. You are no stranger to the art of world-building and your stories are so gripping thanks to your attention to detail. One thing did bother me though: you wrote this entire piece in past tense. As a result, I was initially confused and thought that this was meant to be a travelogue. I feel that describing the setting in present tense helps the reader in suspending his disbelief.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work!
Hey, VK! Thanks for reading.
DeleteI will keep this in mind in the subsequent writings.