A Walk Down Fraser Town – II


A heritage walk down Fraser Town on a warm summer morning made my day. The walk organised by INTACH started at the intersection of Mosque Road and Coles Road close to 8am. I was one of the first to reach. The otherwise busy junction wore a nice and quiet look reminiscent of old Bangalore. While hardly any vehicles could be spotted on the road, quite a few people had gathered at a road-side tea stall. Among the lot, two ladies with knapsacks on their backs and cameras strung around their necks stood out. I guessed they had come for the walk and walked towards them. When I reached them the three of us as if in synchronised fashion asked each other, “Have you come for the walk?”. And in an equally synchronised fashion we said, “Yeah”. “Why don’t you also get yourself a cup of tea?” said one of them and continued, “We are early and have lot of time on hand”. I looked at my watch and shook my head to agree. I normally desist having tea at roadside stalls for obvious reasons. But this time I was tempted to indulge in a cuppa. I just had to pay 7 bucks. Wow! It didn’t taste bad and I must say it removed all traces of sleep from within me.

In another 10 minutes, the other walkers gradually started coming in. Among them was Priti, one of my heritage walk friends. It felt nice to see a familiar face. The walk lead Meera also joined in; again hers was another familiar face.


To start with, we were shown the plaque commemorating Fraser Town. Like on my last walk (a photography walk more than two years back), the plaque is sadly a picture of neglect and hardly noticeable. The idea of developing Fraser Town and other small towns around the area was conceived after the plague that swept Bangalore in 1898. Some congested parts of Bangalore like Shivajinagar had to be decongested and townships had to be developed in other parts of Bangalore to prevent this problem in the future.

According to long-time residents of Fraser Town, Mosque Road which is easily one of the busiest roads in this part of Bangalore was very silent in the 1970s and looked picture perfect with colonial bungalows skirting it on both sides.


Photo courtesy: INTACH

A 1907 picture of a layout in Fraser Town consisting of 66 feet by 33 feet plots complete with conservancy lanes is in stark contrast to what the place has become today. Like in most parts of the city, most of the greenery here seems to have vanished.


When we stopped by to admire a 1920s house, a man possibly the current owner drove his scooter out of the courtyard even as he announced, “No photos please”. Poor man! Real estate sharks may be time and again driving him up the wall! The Not For Sale sign on the gate says it all. Luckily, I had already taken a picture of the beauty (although not a good one) before he came into the picture.




We passed another vintage house, this one built in 1939. There were a lot of sacks and bricks around. Wonder what they were doing there? And then there were two more. The last one had the “Not For Sale” sign accompanied by another with “Do Not Disturb”.


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A community cowshed in the vicinity, our next destination, was the surprise package of the walk. Built in 1915, the cowshed has a capacity to hold 144 cows. Currently, there are 150 bovines belonging to 30 milkmen. The milk is distributed to dairy farms, houses and there are some customers who pick up the milk at the shed. Most of the milkmen belong to a generation of milkmen whose fathers and grandfathers too rented the shed. The idea of having such a cowshed was to make availability of milk easier for people in the locality. Sadly, the BBMP is planning to demolish the shed and use the land for commercial purposes. If it goes ahead with the plan, the livelihood of the milkmen is going to be affected. They pay a rent of INR 15 for the sheds which is considerably cheap. During the early 1900s the rent was only Rs 5. And it also means one more heritage structure gone.

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Our next halt was at the Moore Road meat market which was a primary source of meat for the residents during the colonial era.


As we walked we came across what was once a “nalla” or storm water drain built by the British and what has now become a sewage. During the times of the Raaj, the nalla was so clean that locals would launch paper boats in the waters. Some of them would indulge in rounds of fishing too. These pastimes are unthinkable now. Some of the locals recollect that not so long ago the residents did not feel the need for a sump because there was enough pressure for the water to go up.

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Acknowledgement: INTACH


Annasamy Mudaliar who was a famous local in this part of Bangalore was a grain merchant, contractor and philanthropist who donated hugely for public causes. Among other things, he is credited with building a dispensary, a market and school. Three roads in this area are named after his three sons – Madhavaraya, Chelluvaraya and Achyutaraya.


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We were next taken on a recce of Annasamy Mudaliar School. With a sprawling playground part of which was a farm till the 1980s and a snow white colonial style building, the school is a perfect copy book academic institution just what children need. Plus there are so many trees all around and Indie dogs all of them well looked after. It was heartening to note that each of the dogs also has a name.

Annasamy Mudaliar started the school way back in 1907 for underprivileged children most of them children of night soil workers who could not afford schooling. The medium of instruction at the school is Tamil but from June, if things go well, the school will also be imparting education in English.

It felt nice to be visiting this unique educational institution. When we left the campus some of the dogs too came to give us a send-off. Aww! I’m sure they were missing all the children as the summer vacations were on.

Our next halt was at the dispensary built by Annasamy Mudaliar in 1907. It seemed to be undergoing some sort of renovation.

(Acknowledgement: INTACH)


Like Annasamy Mudaliar, another prominent resident of this area Haji Sir Ismail Sait donated immensely for various causes. The mosque named after him stands tall on the road which has taken the name Mosque Road after this very mosque. Sir Sait also started a girls-only school in the area to encourage Muslim girls to pursue academics.

People from different religions and communities co-existed peacefully in Fraser Town and amidst great camaraderie.

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We next took the footbridge near the railway track to reach Richards Park to visit Bungalow 7, our next stopover. The beautiful edifice which has been residence to many families in the past is now a performing space. The charming interiors, the sprawling garden, and outhouses serve as indicators to what life was in the early 1900s.

The walk ended at Richards Park which was the venue of an INTACH exhibition on yester years’ Fraser Town, Cooke Town and Richards Town.



A lovely February afternoon at Lal Bagh – III

I managed to get a week off in late January/early February and was jubilant. The idea was to travel to some place, explore it and click pictures. Sadly, the plan fell flat and I had to stay holed up in Bangalore leaving me shattered. I had a lot of backlog when it came to my blog but I was in no mood to stay indoors. So I planned a small outing every day of the week to console myself.

On the first day of the month of love, I decided to go to Lal Bagh. I was quite sure the serene surroundings of the botanical gardens would lift my mood.

I started off post-lunch and didn’t face any hassle commuting by bus and then auto. So I reached the gardens quicker than I expected.

I chose to take a different path this time away from the Peninsular Gneiss. Just a week back, I had visited Lal Bagh for the flower show and visuals of the show were still fresh in my mind.


I headed for the bonsai garden and strolled around the place. The quiescence was intoxicating.  The dwarf version of the Araucaria cookie caught my eye. Just a month back I had gone gaga over the larger version of the tree at the Christmas Tree Walk. I noticed the bonsais were all re-arranged probably as a precautionary measure after the mishap that took place some months back resulting in a young boy losing his life. Aesthetically, it was a change for the worse.


I next came across this tall palm. Lal Bagh is full of them.

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Unlike most of the colonial structures in Lal Bagh which are in a sad shape this beautiful bungalow seems to be in mint condition. It was a brainchild of Gustav Hermann Krumbiegel and served as his residence, the residence of his successor, then a museum till the 1960s. Later, it was converted into an office.

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Close by, there was another vintage beauty.


As I walked, I disturbed this dog that was till then was fast asleep on a pile of dry leaves.


I noticed a container secured to a branch of a mango tree. Wonder what it is for?


Further on, I came across this beautiful tree and took a picture.


And as I walked on, I discovered another beauty.


I was puzzled on seeing the branches of this tree. Never before have I come across so many vertical branches.


It was leaf-shedding season for many trees.

A group of monkeys were having a whale of a time near the lake.



This youngster seemed to be counting his catch of fruits and relishing them. So engrossed was he that he hardly noticed me approaching him. He realised someone was watching him only after he finished his mini-lunch.

A similar looking fella was perched on the dustbin. In no time, he disappeared and appeared with a paper full of interesting grub. At least his expression tells that. And then minutes later he looked heavenwards as if to say, “Hey, this is surely manna from heaven!”


A little distance away there was a fat chap comfortably ensconced on a bench. He seemed to be pondering over something. Monkeys are so much like us.

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Two siblings gave me an oh-so-cute pose.


And why was this little one looking so sad?

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It was grooming time for this mother and son duo.

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The next one I saw seemed in all certainty to be the king of the gang. He seemed so wise and cool.


As I walked on some fruits landed on my head. When I looked up see what I saw. A naughty munchkin with a guilty expression.


Looks like looking heavenwards after getting food is a monkey’s way of saying grace. There were a few raw mango sellers along the way and this fellow seemed to have got hold of a discarded seed portion of a mango, something most humans feel lazy to eat.

He then had one good look at his food before landing his first bite, “Scruu..nch”.


A few bites later he stopped as if to say, “Hey there, I am so sorry I’m eating without sharing with you”.



He then cast some curious glances before continuing to munch.

Inspired by him, I bought raw mango and sat down to relish it with salt and chilli powder. So lost was I that I forgot about sunset. After finishing the mango, I hurried up the Peninsular Gneiss to click pictures of the setting sun only to realise I was a wee bit late. The sun had gone down.

It was beginning to get dark. I went down the hillock and decided to end my day with a plate of ‘chaat’ which did not turn out be as tasty as the mango. I left Lal Bagh with memories of the monkeys and of course the raw mango with chilli and salt (yummmm!).

Vintage Indian photography at its best – IV

To mark the month of Mahatma Gandhi’s birth, the National Gallery of Modern Art in Bangalore put on display a collection of rare photos of the Father of the Nation. The sepia-toned gems are the works of Mahatma Gandhi’s personal photographer and grand nephew Kanu Gandhi.


Gandhi on the phone at the Sevagram Ashram (1938). Photo courtesy: NGMA.

Kanu Gandhi (1917-1986) spent a major part of his childhood at the Sabarmati Ashram. His parents Narandas Gandhi and Jamuna Gandhi worked in the Ashram. Narandas was Gandhiji’s nephew.

Later, as per his father’s wishes, Kanu took up residence at the Sevagram Ashram where he served the Mahatma. His daily grind included handling Gandhiji’s correspondence, clerical and accounting work. His devotion to the Father of the Nation earned him the sobriquet “Bapu’s Hanuman”. In 1944, Kanu Gandhi married fellow Ashram worker Abhaben Chatterjee with the blessings of Mahatma  and Kasturba Gandhi.


Photo courtesy: NGMA

A keen interest in photography followed and Kanu was encouraged by Shivaji Bhave (brother of Bhoodan Movement leader Vinobha Bhave) to pursue his passion by clicking the happenings at the Ashram. Although Gandhiji was initially not in favour of the idea he later relented and asked noted industrialist Ghanshyam Das Birla to fund Kanu’s new passion. The businessman gifted him Rs. 100, a princely sum those days, which was enough for Kanu to buy himself a Rolliflex camera and a film roll.

The strict disciplinarian that Gandhi was, he imposed certain rules on the young photographer:

– He shouldn’t use flash;
– He should not ask him to pose;
– The ashram will not help him with any funds.


Kanu Gandhi. Photo courtesy: NGMA

As Kanu was among the privileged few who were allowed close access to the Mahatma, his photographs began to gain in popularity. Amritlal Gandhi of Vandemataram magazine began offering him a stipend of Rs. 100 every month. The photographs soon started making their way to various dailies. A lot many of them did not see the light of the day because Gandhi refused permission including one where Kasturba lay dying on his lap.



Gandhi sleeping in a train. Photo courtesy: NGMA


When Gandhiji was assassinated in Delhi in 1948, Kanu was not at his side. He was in Naokhali in East Bengal working on one of the leader’s assignments. Gandhi breathed his last on Abha’s arms.

After Gandhi’s death, Kanu lost interest in photography. Instead, he and Abha preferred travelling and spreading Gandhi’s philosophy and ideals most importantly the idea of using Khadi or homespun cotton.

Kanu Gandhi died of a heart attack in 1986 when on a pilgrimage to Madhya Pradesh.

The collection on display includes:

1) Distant shot of Jawaharlal Nehru and others at Sevagram Ashram in 1946.
2) A 1937 picture of Gandhi’s hut.
3) Kasturba massaging Gandhi’s feet (1939).
4) Gandhi in his hut.
5) Mahatama’s rickety van being pushed by Pathans and Congress workers (1938).
6) Gandhi on a phone in the ashram (1938)
7)  A 1938 picture of Jawaharlal Nehru at Sevagram Ashram.
8) A photo with Netaji in Birla House (1938).
9) Kasturba washing his feet  (1939).
10) A picture of Gandhi with Rabindranath Tagore (1939).
11) A 1939 picture of him fasting with this sisters massaging his feet.
12) Picture of a 1941 visit to Jabalpur.
13) A picture of him and Kasturba Gandhi at Aga Khan Palace in Poona, 1944.
14) A picture of his blood stained cloth after being assassinated, 1948.
15) Gandhi on a visit to riot-affected Noakhali, East Bengal, 1946.
16) Gandhi reading a letter at 4am at Khadi Prathistham, Calcutta, 1946
17) Jawaharlal Nehru pondering at Khadi Prathistham.
18) There are quite a few photos of Gandhi on the train journey from November 1945 to January 1946 to collect donations for the Harijan Fund.
19) Picture of Gandhi sleeping in the train.
20) A striking picture of crowds waiting to meet Gandhi.
21) Gandhi standing on a weighing scale.

The entire collection can be viewed in the coffee table book “Kanu’s Gandhi”, available online on Amazon.com. The Nazar Foundation has played a significant part in unravelling the treasure trove of photos.  Had it not been for the foundation, the photos would have faded into obscurity. According to Prashant Panjiar of the Nazar Foundation and co-curator of the exhibition along with Sanjev Saith, Kanu never had copyright over any of his photos. There is a possibility that the picture of Gandhi on Indian currency notes could have been a photo taken by Kanu.

The exhibition is on till the 30th of October.

Photo Challenge: Local

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In response to this week’s photo challenge, I am posting pictures of Lal Bagh and Cubbon Park, two popular green spaces in Bangalore, the city I live in.


The Glass House at Lal Bagh


On top of Lal Bagh rock with Kempegowda Tower in the background.


Walkway beside Lal Bagh lake.



Sunset at Lal Bagh as seen from behind Kempegowda Tower.


The bandstand at Cubbon Park with the Tree of Gold in full bloom in the foreground.


The Cubbon Park entrance of the High Court of Karnataka.


The library at Cubbon Park.


Dusk at Cubbon Park.

Dasara Doll Festival – IV

A brilliant display of dolls depicting Putrakameshti Yaga, a scene from the Indian epic Ramayana, is grabbing eyeballs at the Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan. The heirloom dolls all of them more than a hundred years old belong to the family of Anu Vishweshwar, a relative of Sir M. Vishweshwariah, the Diwan of Mysore from 1912 to 1918.


Many, many, years ago during the Treta Yuga, the kingdom of Ayodhya was ruled by King Dashratha. He had three wives, Kausalya, the senior-most, Kaikeyi and Sumitra. The king was sad that none of the queens bore him any progeny and because of that the kingdom was without any heir.

On the advice of the royal priest Sage Vashishta and another sage Rishya Shringa, the king performed the Putrakameshti Yagna, a ceremony performed by childless couples to beget children.

After the ceremony was completed around a holy fire, there appeared Agni, the God of Fire with a golden bowl filled with Payasam, a sweet. King Dasharatha was asked to distribute the sweet to his three queens. In due course, the queens bore him children. Kausalya gave birth to the King’s eldest son who was named Rama, Kaikeyi’s son was named Bharata and Sumitra bore him twins Lakshmana and Shatrughana.


In the picture, seated on the throne are King Dashratha and Queen Kaushalya, on the left is Queen Kaikeyi with her maid and on the right is Queen Sumitra with her maid and a member of the royal family. Agni, the God of Fire, is in between the sages. In his hands is the golden bowl containing Payasam. The sage with grey hair is Rishya Shringa and the other sage is Vashishta.


Anu Vishweshwar and a relative took almost 2 hours to dress up each of the dolls. The toughest part was wrapping the sarees all of them being Kanjeevarams. The full-length heavily brocaded sarees had to be folded to a suitable size to fit the dolls. Transporting them from her home to the venue was another task. She had to take care to cover them and avoid them getting shaken as that could disturb the dress and the jewellery. The pandal or ramp was created at the venue from scratch. The glittering jewellery was purchased years ago from Raja Market and the vicinity.

The dazzling display is on till 10th/11th of October and worth giving a visit.

Happy Dasara!

A Trip Through Nagarthpet

It had been almost a year since I have been for a heritage walk and I was yearning to go for one. So when tour and heritage walk company Bengaluru By Foot announced a walk through Nagarthpet, a small pocket in Bangalore known for the annual Karaga festival and umpteen handloom silk units, I decided to go. “It’s a very congested area. I couldn’t walk on those roads even in the 1960s”, complained my father not happy with my decision. But my enthusiasm got the better of me and I went ahead with my decision.

I started from my house rather late on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Mercifully, the weather gods were kind. There weren’t any clouds and the sunlight wasn’t too harsh. I couldn’t have asked for more! Just as I reached the bus stop I saw a bus approaching. The hardly there traffic made it that much easier for me to cross the road. In no time I was on the way to my destination. It was a bus to Majestic and I had to alight at the Corporation Stop.

The organiser had provided a Google Map to help walkers get to Badami House, the meeting point of the walk. But my old faithful the Nokia 2300 was ill-equipped to help me here.

A traffic jam at Richmond Road had me panicking. It took a good 15 minutes for the bus to get past the bottleneck. Not surprisingly, I reached the Corporation Stop at 4pm when I had to actually be at Badami House. I flagged down an auto and told the driver to take me to Nagarthpet. He readily agreed. En route, I told the driver that I had to get off at Badami House. He seemed confused and asked me if I knew the place. When I replied in the negative, he assured me that we could find the place easily.

Late as I was, I was surprised that I hadn’t got any calls from the organiser. In no time, I was at the Dharmaraya Swamy Temple Street which is where Badami House is located. The auto driver promptly asked one of the passers-by, “Anna, Badam House (he conveniently left out the ‘i’ much to my amusement) elli anna?” [“Brother where is Badam House?”] .  The other man who was busy chewing ‘paan’ was not in a position to speak. So he very energetically moved his hand as if to say “please go straight”. It was at this juncture that I got a call from the organiser asking me where I was. I replied that I was almost there.

The drive through Dharmaraya Swamy Temple Street turned out to be slower than a bullock cart ride. The road was little broader than silk yarn and there was an unending array of vehicles of all kinds meandering through dense crowds and in some places cows who were ruminating and enjoying the attention they were getting! The bovines refused to budge in spite of loud honks and attempts to shoo them away failed.


The auto driver was increasingly getting restless. He asked another man where “Badam House” is. The man at first did not respond because he was fully engrossed in a mobile game. When the auto driver repeated his question, the man as if he was woken up from a slumber animatedly answered, “Seedha hogi swamy” [“keep going straight”], and then turning to me said, “madam, alli thumba badam mathu dry fruits sikkathe, adhey Badam House” [“madam, you get a lot of almonds and other dry fruits there, that is Badam House”]. He said that quite straight-facedly and that made us believe him. The auto kept moving. But Badami House continued to be elusive.

A little while later the auto driver decided that enough is enough and asked me to alight and find the destination myself.  I alighted and got into a market which had a lot of jewellery shops all owned by Marwaris. I asked one of the shop-owners where I could find Badami House. He asked me to go in the opposite direction and that the place in question was at the beginning of the road (the same point where all the drama had begun  😦 . What!!!! My jaw dropped. I thought I had better take a second opinion and walked out of there to another shop. My worst fears turned true when this man repeated what the other had told me. Even as I stood there not knowing what to do, I got another call from the organiser and I had to explain that I had lost my way and it would take me a while to get there. The time was 4.30 and the walk had begun (sob sob).  It was impossible to run back through the road congested as it was.  I walked as fast as I could because that was all I could do.


My walk back turned out to be as dramatic as the journey on the auto. I had to dodge past so many obstacles. A little ahead there was a people jam on the thread-like footpath.  A cow was waiting to cross the road and no one wished to go anywhere near her. I made my way through the crowd as I couldn’t afford to lose time. In the process, I almost came face to face with the bovine and darted across. The traffic on the road continued to be slow as can be. There was an instance when I missed having ‘paan’ stains all over my shoes by a whisker. Someone in one of the autos didn’t think twice before spitting on the road (eew!).


I met up with the walkers when they were almost done with the second destination, a dargah. It was the resting place of Astana-E Hazrath Khwaja Syed Shah Sharfuddin Khadri Shaheed – Ra. The valiant soldier, one of the many Sufi followers in the army of Tipu Sultan, died fighting the British army in the 1791 Siege of Bangalore. That is why the title ‘Shaheed’ (martyr) in his name.




I went inside to explore the place which was enveloped by quiescence. The few people inside were all saying prayers with their heads bowed. Among them was this man who seemed to be a mendicant. He kept counting beads as he said his prayers.



The interiors were spick and span. Further inside in the room which housed the tomb, the marble walls were adorned with rich inlay work. The high glass ceilings which also had intricate work and Urdu script glistened in the filtered sun light that came in through the glass. The lovely chandeliers and lamps added to the charm. It was heartening to note that the tomb is being so well maintained.




Top of picture: Silk yarn left to dry after being dyed.



The dyeing process.



Men rinsing the yarn.




One of the workers suspends damp yarn on a pole. The pole will then be hoisted up and placed below the roof and left to dry.


A quick walk from the dargah took us to the next stop, a small-scale silk dyeing unit the outer hall of which is used to store sacks of yarn and also to dry dyed silk yarn. The inner hall houses the furnaces and the urns used for dyeing and rinsing dyed yarn. The workers were sweating it out in the inner hall dyeing and rinsing the yarn. It was sultry and suffocating in there. I kept wondering how these men work in such sweltering heat! Phew!


Inside the weaving unit. Men operating handlooms.



Panels of Jacquard cards (all of which are perforated). The cards are attached to the looms and are used to create myriad designs.









Strategically located outside the dyeing unit is a handloom unit. We walked in amidst the rhythmic sounds of looms all of which were hand operated and marvelled at the almost complete silk sarees.


After a pit-stop at Sri Ramavilas Sweets (also known as Gundappa Hotel) we were off to the age-old Dharmaraya Swamy Temple, the only temple of its kind which is dedicated to the Pandavas.




The principal deity here is Draupadi, the wife of the five Pandavas. Known to exist earlier than the times of Kempegowda, the founder of Bangalore, and the architect of the erstwhile Pete area of Bangalore of which the Nagarthpet area is only 1/4th, this temple is also referred to as the Karaga temple. Every year during the Karaga festival, thousands of devotees throng the temple to pay their obeisances to Goddess Draupadi and celebrate her marriage.



When we reached the temple, our eyes caught hold of the Ganesh pandal at the entrance of the temple which had Ganesh in Santa Claus avatar! As we explored the temple we were followed by three inquisitive young girls who couldn’t contain their curiosity and doubled up as additional guides.


The first Hindi school in the Nagarthpet area.




As we made our way to our next pit stop, I spotted a couple of other temples in the vicinity. A quick eat later we continued with our walk this time thorough a labyrinth of roads all of which were again little broader than silk yarn.


By now darkness had enveloped the area and the absence of street lights lent a ghostly element to the walk. The only sounds we could hear besides our footsteps were the sounds of handlooms that were being operated within closed doors of the many tiny units that lined the streets. I must say there are plenty of them in this region. We stopped at a mosque called the Tara Mandal Pet. It was here that a mosque constructed by Qasim Khan, a commander in the army of Tipu Sultan, once stood. The old mosque has since made way for a newer version. It is unclear whether any remnants of the old building were used in the construction of the newer one.

Tucked in Cubbonpet in the vicinity of Nagarthpet is a small market named after Sir Mark Cubbon,  the commissioner of the erstwhile Mysore state in 1834. This was our next destination. It seemed to be a vegetable and grocery market. A lot of customers that come here are from the Marwari community that reside in the neighbourhood. The arrival of unfamiliar visitors made the vendors in the market nervous living as they are in the constant fear of the market getting razed by the corporation. One of them even asked us if we are from the corporation. I only hope the corporation repairs and renovates the market instead of bringing it down. Heritage structures define the character of a place and need to be preserved for posterity.



The dargah of Hazrat Hameed Shah.

We next entered a complex that houses the twin tombs of Hazrat Hameed Shah and Hazrath Muhib Shah Khadri both Sufi warriors who died fighting in the Third War of Mysore. The dargah of Hazrat Hameed Shah is a beautiful white and green edifice with a green dome. While the tomb seemed to be in good shape the same was not the case of the graveyard adjacent to it where the bodies of all the other martyred soldiers are buried.



The dargah of Hazrath Muhib Shah Khadri. Don’t miss the cradle at the entrance where childless women tie wishes.


The body of Hazrath Muhib Shah Khadri was found headless on the battlefield hence his dargah is without a dome and his name is prefixed with the text ‘Besar Aulia Shaheed’ which translates to ‘headless martyr’. His dargah is frequented by childless women who come here and pray for a child. A cradle at the entrance of the dargah is where women tie their wishes.

The walk ended at the Badami House which stands opposite a statue of Kempegowda which was installed in 1967 after razing down a cenotaph which stood in memory of the British soldiers who died during the Third War of Mysore. Another landmark just close to Badami House is the Halasuru Gate Police Station which was originally one of the gates of the Bangalore Fort.  It is here that the British army made a breach and got into the fort taking  Tipu Sultan’s forces by surprise.