''' BANGALORE !WOW! BEWITCHED '''
FOR STUDENTS OF INDIA : *Breathing Light*
Your Eye and even Your Eyes on the World Students Society, most lovingly called, !WOW! is a matter of great all round merit.
To the uninitiated, if you all stop just for a moment and care to lookup
Vishnu, on the World Students Society, you will delightfully discover,
that great, Vishnu, is very much amongst the Founders.
And
in context of that, it is now, his renewed double honour and
responsibility *to prepare the students of India* for the coming
elections, next year.
Well, Vishnu, clear on that, are you?
BANGALORE, YES -ONCE THE ICON of a globalized high tech future : Now it's the thirsty sign of a Global Catastrophe.
Unconsidered by the world at large, as Zilli
now tells me : ''Well, there are but, just two types of
Infrastructures for mankind's, or even a global industry's very
survival''.
Nature in all its mercy and glory,
bestows a natural infrastructure on you, and then tactically, you go
on to make one for your ownself.
You overlook and neglect and fail either, in balancing, modernization
and replacement, you set in a final process for your extinction.
*As simple as that*.
In
2009, it is very much worth a recap : In 2009, for instance,
Bangalore passed a law demanding that buildings capture and reuse
rainwater.
But compliance at very best is still spotty. Only half of the buildings governed by this law follow it.
Inspectors can be bribed; rules bent the way you want them.
As
with the tankers, this law too has melded into the chaotic,
jury-rigged, malformed mechanisms by which Bangalore deals with its
water.
Fending off climate change is, famously, a problem of collective action; so too is mitigating its damage.
Gowda,
now, owns three tanker trucks, two of them holding 1,850 gallons each
and the third nearly 4,000 . Purchasing these required bank loans of
$10,500 to $27, 000 apiece.
He pays his own
water supplier $3 a lead -$3.75 in the summer, when the electricity
fails several times a day -and sells them for $7.50. His staff
consists of five salaried drivers.
Maintaining the trucks is expensive; these laroge volumes of water, forever shifting within the their containers, wear down the vehicles quickly, Gowda said.
The trucks are not easy to maneuver on Bangalore's narrow, crowded roads, and when the scrape against BMWs or Toyotas piloted by rash young drivers- He has to handle the police and pay for the damage.
The
margins aren't extraordinary; an urban researcher at the *Massachusetts
Institute Of Technology* found that a Tanker will earn a median
profit of $350 to $440 a month.
Clients call Gowda round the clock. He showed me. on his Samsung smartphone, the calls he'd received well past midnight-
From
companies looking to replenish their tanks before their employees
filled in the next morning. If a driver wasn't available, Gowda drove the truck himself.
''What
do people mean, 'Mafia'? This is a job full of tension.'' he said. The
employees in all these IT companies, they shower every morning. I
shower only if I find the time.''
Thayappa too had grumbled to me about the arduous character of his work and about the high expenses associated with it.
Inevitably,
these expenses will rise further still, as wells sink deeper and
deeper into the earth, biting past loam and clay and into rock.
To
drill the first 250 feet, one bore-well digger told me, costs only
83 cents, but beyond 1,100 feet, each additional foot costs $6.75.
The
taker barons pass these expenses on to their customers, performing, in a
backhanded way, the valuable service of sending signals about the real
price of water.
It's possible that when the
price finally starts hurt too much, customers will accelerate their
rainwater harvesting, campaign to revive their lakes, and follow rest of
Vishwanath's advice.
If
so, Bangalore could become a model for water-stressed cities. If not,
the entire World Students Society could watch it wither.
Gowda
invited me to ride alongside his tanker truck drivers through a
morning of water deliveries, so I returned to Whitefield a few days
later and walked up to Himalaya Water Supply's office on the roof.
Gowda
had managed a shower that morning, I could see. His hair was still wet,
and he sat on the floor, with only a pink towel around his waist,
poring over the his accounts in an exercise book.
When I arrived, he got dressed, we hopped on his motorcycle, and he drove me down the road to set me up with Majunath.
For the next couple of hours, Majunath and I shuttled back and forth between Himalaya's bore well and Huawei.
Each time we returned to Huawei's backgate, the road leading up to it was a little more crowded -with dawdling Ubers and the cars and motorcycles of employees, but also with tankers trucks from other water-supply firms.
The
tankers came in a range of sizes; the smallest, pulled by a tractor and
holding perhaps a few hundred gallons, looked a jerrycan on wheels
next to the 4,000 gallon monsters.
Some of
them looked new; most were older and had sprung tiny leaks out of rust
holes. They formed a long, patient queue, their exhausts smoking-
Their water running out in drips on to the road.
With
respectful dedication to the Students, Professors and Teachers of the
World. See Ya all on !WOW! -the World Students Society and.....
Twitter- !E-WOW! -the Ecosystem 2011:
''' Feel The Light '''
Good Night and God Bless
SAM Daily Times - the Voice of the Voiceless
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