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I walked down the weather-beaten road of Jhanda Chowk in the direction that, I was told, would lead me to the office of Narmada Bachao Andolan (NBA) in Khandwa town of Madhya Pradesh. Trudging along under the 47 degree sun, I couldn’t help but muse over the glorious images of intrepid activism, sweeping support and pandemic influence that the name NBA invokes. Undeniably, I entered the office expecting to walk into a maelstrom of hustle bustle, the least you’d expect at the epicenter of a movement that shook the nation.
I took many by surprise by deciding to work with NBA. Friends and family questioned my decision to spend a summer vacation working in rural parts of central India. But beneath the cursory queries, the one reservation that was common across all, and about which I too started wondering was the purpose of this visit. Being born in the 90’s, I and many around me missed the country’s most glorious years of gallant activism. We were born into an already constructed dam. And so, to an extent, the constantly repeated question was justified- “The dam is made, what now?”
Being born in the 90’s, I and many around me missed the country’s most glorious years of gallant activism. We were born into an already constructed dam. And so, to an extent, the constantly repeated question was justified- “The dam is made, what now?”
Of struggle and reconstruction
Narmada Bachao Andolan emerged as an enraged, but inevitable reaction to the Narmada Valley Developmental Project that announced a vision of 30 large, 135 medium and 3,000 small dams on the Narmada and its tributaries. At that time, numerous protest groups, student factions, NGOs and transnational networks were already leading the three dam-affected states of Madhya Pradesh, Gujarat and Maharashtra. Among them was a youth group in Gujarat, Chhatra Yuva Sangharsh Vahini, which worked for generous rehabilitation packages and ensuring that the government uphold its promises. In contrast, Madhya Pradesh and Maharashtra saw groups that had moved from demanding better compensation to seeking a complete closure of such projects. Narmada Ghati Navnirman Samiti (Madhya Pradesh) and the Narmada Ghati Dharangrastha Samiti (Maharashtra), subsequently merged to form the NBA in 1989.
While calling for a halt on dam construction, the group concurrently proposed developmental alternatives to combat the problems of irrigation, electricity and drinking water. However, it wasn’t merely an attack on the dams. The struggle revolved around putting accountability in place. Accountability of the World Bank for the project claims and accountability of the government for the project-impact. The movement, with Medha Patkar at its helm, had started off primarily as a protest against the Sardar Sarovar Dam but soon encapsulated Maheshwar, Indira Sagar, Omkareshwar, Maan, Beda, Goi and Jobaat dams. People took to the principle of ‘struggle and reconstruction’ or 'Sangharsh aur Navnirman', an ideological stand that outlines the foundation of this long drawn movement.
It wasn’t merely an attack on the dams. The struggle revolved around putting accountability in place. Iccountability of the World Bank for the project claims and accountability of the government for the project-impact.
Demigods and their devotees
I came to realise that my mental conception of the movement was in stark contrast with the reality. Celebrity presence has dwindled, mass solidarity splintered and the seemingly invincible fortification has crumbled. Shots of drama had been captured, the anguish written about and tragedy archived. The crusade that once penetrated every household, through the exhaustive media coverage, soon saw everyone move on.
Even with this awareness, I wasn’t prepared to find just a minuscule structure behind the movement of this stature. The entire andolan in MP, with five large dam affected regions in its ambit, rests on the shoulders of two. Chittaroopa Palit and Alok Aggarwal, who joined the movement young, soon after acquiring the best of the country’s education from Institute of Rural Management Anand (IRMA) and Indian Institute of Technology (IIT) respectively. The Valley rises to their names. The news of their arrival sets in motion a flurry of activity. Women abandon their chores, men return from their fields and the village elders squabble to play host to Silvi ji and Alok Bhai as they are fondly called. In a late-night story-telling session during my first tour alone, Kailashji, a venerable resident of Sulgaon, made an electrifying analogy comparing Alok to Lord Krishna and Silvi to Goddess Durga. Yes, they have attained demigod statuses.
The Valley rises to their names. The news of their arrival sets in motion a flurry of activity. Women abandon their chores, men return from their fields and the village elders squabble to play host to Silvi ji and Alok Bhai as they are fondly called.
Their actions that once flustered the town folk soon gained popular acceptance and eventually spurned positive change. They sat with people on the floor instead of using chairs like upper castes, went to the labourers' area, supported inter-caste marriages and encouraged women education. They broke pre-existing social norms and molded new, liberal ones. However, despite this large loyalty base, the two have consciously steered clear of attention. “Growing with the movement is alright, but becoming bigger than the movement is not”: What Silvi had casually said to me on our first day together, I now realise, adds up to the overall decentralised functioning of the andolan.
A few days after my initiation into NBA, I was deemed fit to take over chunks of the Narmada Valley to talk to the dam-affected about their legitimate rights, to make lists of violations and to bring more villages into the folds of the movement. Based solely on the andolan's goodwill, I stepped out alone to tour villages I’d never seen, on modes of transport I didn’t know were still used and to live in conditions that I was afraid my city life hadn’t equipped me to deal with. All I had were a few phone numbers of boat owners and motorcycle possessors as emergency contacts, a hand drawn map charting all the bus stops and names of people who were likely to offer me a place to stay.
I was half proud and half worried as Dukia village, my first destination drew near. But all my apprehensions and safety concerns dissipated on reaching the place. The entire village of over 100 was awaiting my arrival. It was a picturesque new resettlement on a hillock, just a few hundred meters from its original, now submerged site. It is a part of the region which lends the strongest support to the NBA. The announcement about NBA's arrival, either through the village messenger or through a loudspeaker, continues to be greeted with unmatched enthusiasm.
Holding on to skepticism
I went to NBA as a 19-year old passionate about the cause, yet holding on to skepticism about what I hadn’t seen, just read. There are more than enough papers condemning these mega projects for ecological diminution, for community disintegration and for the pauperisation of common man. I couldn’t help but hold it against my Standard X CBSE textbook that refers to dams as temples of modern India.
The oft-quoted remark of Nehru, used to kick-start so many “pro-development” advocacies on dams, is sadly an incomplete representation. While this 1954 remark by the country’s first Prime Minister is remembered and frequently parroted, his speech, from four years later, calling big dams a “disease of gigantism” is less remembered, never quoted and obviously has not made it to the textbooks.
While dams as temples of new India has been an oft quoted remark by Nehru, his speech, from four years later, calling big dams a “disease of gigantism” is less remembered, never quoted and obviously has not made it to the textbooks.
Another omission, which in the course of my journey I often wondered about, is that of systematic empirical evidences to measure the positives of this mega project. Huge sums of money and large amounts of time have been spent on these projects but the government never ordered a post-project evaluation to gauge the benefits. Since the cost-benefit analysis conducted before the dam construction, determine the fate of the project; the benefits are invariably inflated, while the detriments are underplayed.
The Sardar Sarovar Dam, initially slated to cost Rs 6,400 crore, was made in Rs 40,000 crore by 2010-2011. The Bargi Dam required 10 times more than the estimate and irrigates only 5 per cent of the promised command area. The cost of biodiversity loss, increased seismicity, siltation, soil salinity, waterlogging, vector breeding, flash floods and estuary damage can't even be measured. Forest worth Rs 33,923 crore was submerged during construction of two major dams. This was, however, not accounted for in the cost-benefit analysis as the Ministry of Environment and Forests said it was impossible to compensate. No definite figures on displacement are available. The estimates of number of people to be displaced, before dam construction, are in no way reflective of the actual around 40 million oustees.
Bargi Dam irrigates only 5 per cent of the promised command area. Forest worth Rs 33,923 crore was submerged during construction of two major dams. Estimates of number of people to be displaced before dam construction are in no way reflective of the actual around 40 million oustees.
Disillusionment and surrender
My experience at Narmada Bachao Andolan was a mere reiteration of these very facts. I saw the playing out of these outrageous statistics and witnessed the coming alive of sociological researches that fill pages of books and journals, berating the project. Yes, I saw first hand human monstrosity. Yet, in the worst of times, I also saw the best of humanity. My stay at the villages exposed me for the first time to community living, to familial relations with every individual in the village, to open doors at all hours, to places with no need for police deployment. I was exposed to a simpler place of an anachronistically simpler time.
But these weren’t just villages. These were project-hit villages. Against a pastoral backdrop, I was brought to a reality of mass displacement and all the problems that come with it. From no compensation received to gross misuse of compensation money in the form of alcohol abuse with consequences that tear families.
I saw the brutalities of displacement. Of helpless farmers in uncultivable resettlement sites, of children left without schools, of broken fraternities, of impoverished communities. I saw the brutalities of double displacement.
Of finally picking up the pieces and moving on while carrying a burden of loans only to find out that you are being displaced again. Of a reality where resettlement sites are often submerged. But of all harrowing sights, of all the agonising experiences, the one ingrained most indelibly in me is the brutality of disillusionment. Disillusionment with policy. Disillusionment with polity. Disillusionment with both, the government and the movement.
It broke my heart as I saw the displaced residents of Harsud refusing to fight anymore for the compensation. The same Harsud that once stirred the nation with its refusal to drown, the place that played host to a large-scale protest and that drew to its land over 30,000 activists from across the country. The eventual death of the 700-year old town was a blow to all. It dampened spirits across the Valley and disenchanted many within the movement. But it completely crushed the people of Harsud who were forced to tear down the walls of their own homes and leave, at best hoping for compensation, which most didn’t receive. Its residents today are peppered across the Valley but joined by a united refusal to leave their new homes. A refusal to fight. A refusal to believe.
It broke my heart as I saw the displaced residents of Harsud refusing to fight anymore for the compensation. The same Harsud that once stirred the nation with its refusal to drown, the place that played host to a large-scale protest and that drew to its land over 30,000 activists from across the country.
While many such battles have been lost by the andolan, some important ones have been won which keeps the andolan together. Increase in compensation for the landless labourers, re-adjustment of land rates and complete halt to the Maheshwar project combined with legal redressal have proven to be crucial in keeping up the morale.
There have, over the years been several forces that sought to malign the NBA. The motives have been questioned and the leadership criticised. Anti-development and anti-national are just some of the labels thrust on it. Even the means of protest have been questioned. The novel ‘Jal Satyagraha’ of 2011 saw 51 jal satyagrahis protest by sitting in water for 17 days, leaving the place only for three hours daily to sleep and eat. The protest brought back the movement to prime time news, reignited the spirit of struggle in the Valley, but also saw a report in the Times of India “Reality bites: Khandwa’s made-for-TV protest” calling it a farce while NBA’s rebuttal to this was not published.
It’s safe to say that the andolan has had its share of bad days. But it’s when the villagers laugh and narrate tales of the various attempts to disintegrate the movement and of times they’ve turned down bribes that I realise that the movement is much above these things. It’s much above greed. Yes, they’ve had their bad days, but they’re here to stay.
Valley beyond dams
I look back at my visit with contentment. It answered all my badgering doubts about the relevance of the movement. I realised that NBA never was an “anti-dam” movement, and it has ceased being just about seeking relief and compensation. It has evolved as the community around it evolved. It broke rigid caste barriers, narrowed gender disparity and dissolved religious differences as larger groups of people took shelter under the umbrella organisation. The andolan could not remain confined to only project related issues while ignoring its sociological manifestations.
During my time at NBA, we started a Mahila Mazdoor Sangathan, a women wing to give a voice to the shared problems that often go unheard. Earlier too, there have been initiatives at education and sporadic episodes of health care, among other attempts at holistic development. Narmada Bachao Andolan isn’t just a struggle for justice. It’s a battle for betterment. One visit at the NBA answered all my questions about the persistence of this movement. I hope this one read answered some of yours.
Medha Uniyal is a student of Xavier's College, Mumbai, pursuing Bachelors in Mass Media Honors. She interned with Narmada Bachao Andolan in 2013 for two months.