Five (real) lessons for Chamalapura from Dahanu

The decision of the Karnataka government to pick out Chamalapura in H.D. Kote taluk off the map of Mysore for a 1,000 MW coal power plant of the National Thermal Power Corporation (NTPC), has led to the usual suspects taking their usual positions and mouthing the usual cliches with the usual certitude.

Those saying “aye” talk of energy needs, of “infrastructure”, of development—and paint those opposed as speed bumps, litigious publicity hounds on the path to progress, who will oppose anything. Those saying “nay” drop dark hints of why the place was picked. They talk of the loss of fertile land, livelihoods and lifestyles; they warn of temperatures shooting up, of air quality going down; they talk of the displacement of 20,000 people from 12 villages.

Those are pat textbook positions to take on any plant anywhere. But, what is life really like near a coal plant? Writer, photographer and Greenpeace consultant SHAILENDRA YASHWANT, who lives in the shadow of India’s “cleanest, most modern coal plant”, owned by Anil Ambani‘s Reliance Energy Limited, in Dahanu, 140 km north of Bombay, has a story to tell. It is a story Chamalapura might like to hear.



Those opposing the Chamalapura coal plant have put forward a variety of objections, most legitimate but jargon-heavy, some too fuzzy on science, and many clearly off on common sense. Therefore, most churumuri consumers from H.D. Kote to Cote d’lvoire, couldn’t care less about the threat the proposed plant poses to the erstwhile kingdom of the Wodeyars.

And, really, why should you even worry, going by the inadequately articulated arguments of wanna-be Captain Planets, pseudo-environmentalists, professional protestors, and assorted achanak mitra mandals who take to the streets to get their media orgasms (measured in square centimetres, micro-seconds and bytes).

After all, as the mantra of the moment goes, coal plants give electricity. Electricity is energy. Energy is development. Development means double-digit growth. Ask Swami Chidambaram or Sardar Manmohan, or your own SS Ravi Shankar of ‘breathe, beg but don’t drink poison’ fame.

I, for one, beg to differ.

I want to share with you some first-hand experiences and lessons learnt in the shadow of the tallest chimney of the cleanest coal plant in India, the ultra-modern but hugely controversial Reliance thermal power plant (previously BSES), in Dahanu, the lungs of Bombay, the erstwhile ‘food bowl’ of Maharashtra, and the heart of Warli country.

In less than 15 years of its operation, this 500 MW coal-fired power plant—half the capacity of Chamalapura’s—has irreversibly impacted five critical aspects of life of our eco-fragile taluka, namely Food, Air, Climate, Economy, and Ecology. And believe me, you cannot afford to ignore any of them, even with the iPod blasting in your ears, your nose stuck in masala dosas, and your fingers furiously texting naughty messages to your mates.


The true indicator of a potential crop is the flush of colour when the buds blossom into flowers. The coming of age of tiny buds—when the mango trees are profuse with yellow, the chikoos with white, the lilies awash with pink, and the veggies in mostly yellow, tiny-tiny flowers—is the first sign of hope for a farmer and the beginning of the first desperate rush to guard against pests, bad weather, lack of water and other tangible and intangible (including God’s will) threats that do not stop the flower blossoming into a healthy fruit.

Unfortunately, the last few years we have regularly experienced quick annihilation of the flowers, of our food—of our hopes. Toxic dust in the form of black soot settles on the flowers, suffocates them, and before you can say “ayyo Rama“, your hopes are blown off the trees.

The culprit is not pests, not bad weather, but soot, invisible in the air to the human eye but all too real on the flowers to snuff the life out of them. From the only chimney in the vicinity that releases vast quantities of sulphur dioxide, carbon dioxide, mercury and other deadly substances as it combusts coal to light up the lives of Mumbaikars and their ‘outsiders’.

The self-same ones, who relish our sweet chikoos, our juicy mangoes, our fragrant lilies, and survive on our vegetables, all of which was not costly and delicious and fresh, because of the short-distance it had to travel. Really, Dahanu was Bombay’s backyard vegetable patch and fishing grounds.

Yeah, fish-kills too. The thermal plant has to release hot water from its cooling tower, dump excessive fly ash, and other assorted waste every now and then, which it does, straight into the Dahanu creek, where until a few years ago, you would find fishermen, wading with their nets for a lazy catch that would make finger-licking curry.

I don’t want to scare you with the mercury content in the fish, because it’s not worth the trouble; you are going to apply face whitening cream while you sip your Coke any way, right?

Anyway, now the Mumbaikars complain about the prices, not realizing that the longer the food travels, the more expensive it gets and, of course, less fresh. Freeze it as much as you want, but they are truly squeezed for good, and so are we, and the adivasis, and the fishermen and all those unwashed masses that they don’t want invading their city.

In other words, a coal plant impacts the livelihood of not just thousands of farmers, fishermen and traders but also you, yes you! Simply put, if this bunch doesn’t deliver to your fancy new air-conditioned grocery mega-store. Sorry no ingredients available for your akki rotti and bonda-sambar, bisi bele baath and fish curry rice.

Either it is Maharani K.M. Shaw‘s biotech pills or Maharaja V. Mallya‘s beer.


Breathe in, breathe out. Take a deep breath. Focus on it, smell it, feel it traveling up your nose, down your lungs, to your stomach, in your guts. After the exhausting urban assault on my respiratory apparatus, the fresh air of Dahanu is like non-stop pranayama.

Until, of course, the winds change direction, which it does pretty regularly along our coast, and during the period when we are downwind from the thermal plant, it feels like K.R. Circle at rush hour. Really, I wheeze and cough as if twenty autoroaches (the ugly yellow top three-wheelers of our cities) just farted in my face together. Only the sound is missing. Okay, I am exaggerating, more like ten autoroaches.

Our family doctor has dispensed more medicine for respiratory diseases in the last five years in Dahanu than condoms stolen from the automatic-dispensers of Kamathipura.

The rise in assorted ailments and diseases amongst the people of Dahanu caused from the noxious emission from the coal plant is worrying everyone (and you don’t need to test emission samples to confirm this, the Central Pollution Control Board [CPCB] norms /limits are a joke and the Maharashtra Pollution Control Board [MPCB] testing machines that are supposed to test them, a bad joke, very bad joke) so much that those who can afford to, are looking to relocate to places with cleaner air.

This, from a place where Mumbaikars are dreaming of moving to, to escape the urban air pollution.

Just for a moment, imagine that you are a butterfly from the biodiversity hotpsot of Nagarahole or Bandipur, with its gorgeous but short life span. Imagine that you alight on an exhaust pipe of your Nano running in idle. What do you think you will feel? Nothing, because if you were really a butterfly, you would be a dead butterfly. Don’t get it! Go sit on top of a coal plant chimney.

Breathing in noxious fumes , however dissipated from the chimneys of our industrial landscape are slowly, insidiously, destroying the health of downwind communities, of down stream villages, and anyway down-the-shit-hole masses that comprise our rural population.

There is no ‘swalpa adjust maadi‘ with the air quality that you breathe and like love and fresh air, you cannot live on micro-chips and software alone.

You can ask that yourself to Swami Narayana Murthy.


The more that is said, written and presented about the impending climate crisis does not make its impacts any lesser. I am neither like Al Gore privy to huge physical evidence of climate change nor R.K. Pachauri with his access to the world’s best scientists working together with one purpose to get to the bottom (or top) of the biggest environmental disaster in making, dismissed by Michael Crichton in his almost-real State of Fear.

I only happened to be trying to make a living on an organic farm run by my wife, during the last ten years, which we now know were the hottest ever ten years recorded in the century of Dahanu.

In the beginning, the bewilderment of our old Warli workers and older Irani farmers did not make sense, until I realized that I no more needed sweater, jackets and gloves on winter mornings, a must when I used to go drop my son off to the school bus on a bike when I first moved to Dahanu.

The summers were always hot, but every year since the last five years, they have been unbearably hot. I am neither naive nor stupid to blame it on our friendly neighborhood coal plant alone.

Tens of billions of tons of carbon a year pass between land and the atmosphere, liberated from natural fires, and living things as they breathe and decay. Trees, crops, phytoplankton… all absorb CO2 to grow.

It’s an elegant and essential mechanism, except that the human race is messing up the works.

The smooth meshing of the carbon cycle’s many parts depends on large quantities of carbon being withdrawn from the atmosphere and stored in forests, oceans, and underground deposits of coal, natural gas and petroleum. Humans have disrupted this intrinsic cycle, releasing carbon prematurely from the reservoirs, beginning with the burning of forests.

Only half of the billions of metric tonnes of carbon dioxide released since the industrial revolution has found its way back to forests, grasslands and the waters of the oceans; the other half remains in the atmosphere, warming the planet. The molecular structure of CO2 traps heat that would otherwise radiate back out to space. It’s like an invisible blanket in the atmosphere or the panes of a green house.

In Dahanu, in the last five years, we have had the misfortune of already suffering the predicated impacts of climate change—scorching summers, flash floods, altered rainfall patterns, fierce storms, all of them have touched our lives with devastating effects.

We know that our thermal power plant is a mere blip on the global emissions charts, but it is doing its bit, for sure.


All right, you don’t have to be Amartya Sen to see how all of the above is making a dangerous dent into the much-hyped economy, skewing confident projections of over-confident vote seekers.

The drop in production of food crops in a country that was until recently driven by its economic growth from its agricultural sector, was responsible for the ouster of the BJP-led NDA despite the fact that ‘India Shining’ was truly what it showed on the market charts, following the surge in industrial production and the services sector.

Now, the planners are already despairing that the saturation point has been reached, the stock markets have acknowledged this with more regularity than ever, and those who keep tabs on the manufacturing sector are concerned, really concerned, about the lack of trained future man-power, the one that usually comes from rural India.

Again, simply put, all of your parents could afford your education, despite their humble mostly agrarian background, so that you could grow up to become desperate consumers to keep the economy booming. But if our crops fail regularly, as it does in Dahanu, then the first thing the farmer does is to pull his/her children out of schools and employ them in some unskilled sector (the deadly spoon-buffing units or balloon factories of Dahanu, but that is another story).

One of the deadliest secrets of our forced addiction to coal-fired electricity, is the huge amounts of subsidy borne by tax-payers and the state exchequer from the mines to chimneys. These economic advisors, have never even bothered to include the external costs including damage to health and environment. Year after ‘growth-driven’ budgets may have fired up an industrial sector in spurts, but the hidden costs and liabilities will clearly not be able to sustain the economy.

The blossoms on our trees are the prana of the economy, its very breath; miss one and it is bound to get a stroke, eventually.

Together with the increased burden of costs of health impacts, of compensating and re-compensating the unemployed with schemes and sops and waivers for farmers, of importing food, of everything else that is supposed to keep the economy ticking, all of it is threatened.

In a very microscopic way, the economy of Dahanu and all similar agricultural horticultural centres of the country, are really the prana of the Indian economy.

And you don’t have to consult your many swamis to confirm this.


Look it up, You are involved!

The famous slogan of Greenpeace is a delightful eye-opener, if you ever bothered to look it up. I did, in Dahanu, and was flabbergasted to discover that despite the relentless assault for thousands of years by generations of the human species, swathes of it still remain intact in its entirety.

Slivers of forest covers across the landscape of India even now sustain exotic mega-fauna and thousands of undiscovered species of living things. Starting from the heart of Bombay, the fantastic Borivali National Park, there is an intricate network of forest tracts and wildlife corridors that extend into the Dahanu and Shahpur
forests. These are the foot hills of the Western Ghats, the beginning of the Sahayadri range that culminates gloriously, weaving its way through the magnificent Nilgiris into the biodiversity hotspot of Wynad-Mudumalai-Annamalai-Bandipur forests.

Six degrees of separation, anyone?

Ask Maharani K.M. Shaw and she will vouch for the fact that there are undiscovered secrets in these forests that may well be the panacea for all that ails humankind.

That is why, after constant pleas from a hyper-active housewife and farmer, Nergis Irani—my wife’s mother and my proverbial ‘mother-in-law’—the Supreme Court of India, notified Dahanu as one of the first three eco-fragile areas in the country.

Stringent norms that allowed only green category industries, strict conditions for operations of the coal power plant including installing flue-gas desulphurisation units, and a monitoring authority headed by an astute man, a rare commodity like the great alphonso mango, former judge Chandrashekhar Dharmadhikari, to execute its orders and stop further degradation of this eco-fragile taluka.

With the industrial belt of Thane-Belapur nudging from the south and the deadly chemical belt of Vapi-Vadodra destroying the ground water aquifers at its north, Dahanu was a natural choice, in more ways than one, to qualify for this special status.

With its large, heavily degraded but reserved forests, the sacred groves of the warlis, its orchards and vegetable farms, the presence of a large adivasi population, that seemed to survive better than their cousins in the neighboring Jahawhar-Mokhada talukas (infamous for annual malnutrition mortalities), the rich but fragile coast line protected under CRZ-1 and the fact that taluka has an important role in the larger scheme of things i.e. ecology.

Sometimes, my mother-in-law practices what she preaches. And the best example of that is the forest that she regenerated to cover about 20 per cent of the family’s land bordering the heavily degraded revenue forest land of the government. The farm and the forest patch at its north east, is known as Forest hills, both after the intention and due to its topography.

Effectively, Forest Hills is a tiny sanctuary that connects to the network of forests, connected by the slim-corridors, which allow passage of creatures across the six-lane highways of death that until recently had Swami Vajpayee waving at you from every toll booth.

My family and I have had the rare pleasure of encountering, boars (wild boars not the self-important drones on TV), hyenas (no, I am not talking about ambulance chasing reporters), wild-hares and wild cats (and I really don’t mean the folks escaping police raids at rave parties outside Bombay), all of whom have darted into the Forest Hills, for refuge, for sanctuary, for a breather.

That these endangered creatures have actually survived and not made to the cooking pots of adivasis or fallen to the shot-guns of Irani farmers, in itself has been an important lesson for me. A humbling one!

Fifteen years of personal observation to confirm the first sutra of ecology—the natural world on this blessed earth is an inter-woven magic spell, too intricate to unravel, for survival of all life. In the last fifteen years I have seen Forest Hills, grow into a bio-diversity hotspot from a barren piece of patchy grass land.

Here I have seen how earth heals itself when allowed to and I have witnessed how it nurtures not only us but many other creatures that have survived centuries. I bet you cannot trace your family tree to 500 years ago.

Therefore, the three dots that form the pyramid, like in the Suzlon adverts, my dear residents of Tipu Sultan land, look it up, Ecology, it involves you, ignore it and your progeny will suffer the worst of the Warli curse, ‘May your children eat coal!’


When the fence starts grazing the crop of life

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13 Responses to “Five (real) lessons for Chamalapura from Dahanu”

  1. Ragpicker Says:

    “……And, really, why should you even worry, going by the inadequately articulated arguments of wanna-be Captain Planets, pseudo-environmentalists, professional protestors, and assorted achanak mitra mandals who take to the streets to get their media orgasms (measured in square centimetres, micro-seconds and bytes)….”

    But subsequently the author goes on to say exactly what the “pseudo-environmentalists” and “wanna be captain planets”… have been warning us about.

    Is it the writers’ argument that he is better qualified to comment on Chamalapura because he has experienced Dahanu ? That we the residents of Tipu Sultan land take cue from him ?

    Had the people waited for this blog to appear Chamalapura may have been a reality by now. Thanks to “pseudo environmentalists” the pressure is on and may even force the Government to abandon it. Because we do care for our ecology and we are indeed involved.

    The arguments against Chamalapura – about their impact on agricultural yield, potential danger for tigers and elephants, impact on the quality of air in and around Mysore… they have been well-articulated. The above blog has nothing new that one does not know about.

    It talks in a highly condescending tone of the ” …. usual suspects taking their usual positions and mouthing the usual cliches with the usual certitude”……

    Now isn’t this cliched writing for the sake of effects without realizing that the author is stating exactly what the “ususal suspects” from Mysore have been “mouthing with certitude”?

    Perhaps Churumuri should stop such patronizing and condescending articles which says nothing new beyond what is well-known. Or does Churumuri nurture some complexion and believe that people in Mysore cannot be as well-informed as someone from Mumbai which is a big city compared to Halli Mysooru ?

    By all means join the protest and strengthen the movement. But tone down your ego and highly patronizing language which rubbishes local experts and environmentalists.

  2. Aatmasakshi Says:

    From the manner in which Chamalapura is being built up into a cause, with a Greenpeace activist now jumping in, it is clear that the ground is being readied for the kind of blind, professional environmentalism that has become the developing world’s bugbear.

    It goes without Mr Yashwant’s saying that we need to protect our plants, animals, trees and air and so on, but this would apply anywhere, not just in Dahanu or Chamalapura. So, what is the green solution that is both practical and feasible to the energy requirements, to the aspirations of the people? Or is it his case that Mysore and Karnataka have enough power and do not need more?

    If every village, town, city and district say Not In My Backyard to every power plant, car plant, cement plant, dam, and SEZ, we have an issue on hand. Questions must be asked of the land-acquisition process, of the compensation offered to farmers, of the effluents that the plants will spew out, of the quality standards, but we do nobody a service by dusting up all the shopworn excuses.

  3. son of the soil Says:

    There are alternatives to coal power and this includes improvements in T and D losses and enhancing the plant efficiency of generating stations all of which could be attained at a fraction of the cost that will be invested on a dirty coal fired power plant. Cost-benefit analysis conducted by various professional bodies world-wide have proved that cost of generating power using coal is cheap. But it comes with other riders attached. For instance the community health around a radius of 50 km does deteriorate with increase in heart-lung diseases resulting in greater expenditure on health care, agricultural yield does decline and forests wither away.

    It does not happen over night. But over a period of time, say of 10 years to 15 years by when people around will be accustomed to seeing the gradual withering away of the vegetation and future generation will assert that this was the way it was. Can we have coal power plant within 50 km of Bandipur and Nagarahole, two of India’s last remaining wildlife habitats ? Can we have afford to have a tonnes of fly ash discharged or stored in pits that will pollute the ground water and the run off gets into the down stream of the Kabini and thus also pollute the Cauvery risking the lives of millions of people ?

    Can Mysore afford to have a coal plant within 25 kms in the south west direction, the direction from where the monsoon winds blow and may pour polluted water when it rains ? It is not environmental romanticism that has generated such wide-spread opposition to the power plant. But ground realities with which an increasing number of Indians are uncomfortable with and do not want to compromise on their quality of life. But with Chamalapura around, it could get worse. This is the inconvenient truth with which a majority of Indians do not want to confront at this juncture and will justify anything in the name of development.

  4. Manku Thimma Says:

    It is easy to blame Establishment for every wrong.
    What’s most urbanite contribution to protect environment? urban living people are the most ignorant in this aspect. They care least for the environment even though they know the impact.

    So Life style of individuals is very important for conservation.

    How i am conscious conservation,
    Being an environmentalist, i have adopted fallowing simple life style,

    * My house is about 20 Sq Duplex house, but i still use only 3 Floroscent lamps at a time for 4 hours only.

    * I Use toxin free soaps which are made out of vegetable oil.

    * I dont throw my house solid waste everywhere, and i see to that it is collected by door to door corp waste collector everyday.

    * I use solar heater, i have rain water harvesting.

    * I use some percentage of waste water for watering plants, trees around my house.

    * I restrain using plastic bags mostly, and i recycle as musch as possible.

    With these type of simple life style(as much as possible) we can minimise the resource wastage and can contribute to environment conservation.

    We are just ignorant about our individual contribution to the cause and we keep blaming establishment for every wrong happening around us.

  5. Rama Says:

    Couldn’t understand what is offending “Ragpicker”. It’s an experience account and you no have rights to say ‘we know we’re going to get boiled and dont need a Mumbaikar to tell us’. That’s your arrogance that speaks.

  6. Anonymous Guy Says:

    Manku Thimma,

    Absolutely right!

    There was a concert recently for the nobel prize winners (the UN committee and Al Gore) – and if you saw the lights, stage, amplifiers etc., you wouldnt believe this was being held in the name of the environment. For many of us the environment is an issue which is the responsibility of the ‘establishment’, we dont even want to question how we are contributing to problem with our lifestyles. If we cannot change from within – what right do we have to make noise about others?

  7. Arun Says:

    Hey! You do all that and still call yourself a Manku Thima? Jokes apart, a simple lifestyle goes a long way in conserving our earth. Just see the compounding effect if some lakhs of us adopt a simple lifestyle. Just today I was reading that power consumption had come down by some 22 Mio Unit in Bangalore as it rained for 2-3 days (a bit of Bangalore of the yore…early March showers!!)

    Also an update on the project…heard from someone who is wholly and truly fighting to weed out this evil project…the Govt is moving swiftly with great determination to implement the project. The IAS cadre and the politicians are reportedly in a strong huddle to invoke misery. But we certainly do not need this project. Non-existence of an elected Govt is also an impediment. Believe me, we would have been better off with an elected Govt than being ruled by the arrogant Secretaries sitting in Vikasa Soudha.

    Strictly going by the project specifics, viz., financials, implementation, environmental impact….this project will never be implemented by any sane crowd. Lot many experts have talked about the technical, logistical, cost-benefit, ecological debacle that this project would be.

    But there are people, other than the two clases mentioned above backing this. Wonder what understanding they posess?

    Let me repeat….if our politicians and the IAS brass give precedence to mining, highways, railways, power projects, et al over conservation, then there are no bigger fools. If the Govt cannot consider our ecosystem as the biggest and most critical infrastructure, then no policy maker has understood infrastructure.

  8. ragpicker Says:

    Dear Rama,

    Rubbishing the local activists as Churumuri has done in its intro and then subjecting us to a Green Peace activist’s sentimental account which highlights the same points that the local environmentalists have been cautioning the people of Mysore for almost an year. This is what is offending.

  9. Not A Witty Nick Says:


    Paapa… you should have seen local activists’ samavesha being hijacked by politicians from Congress’ stable! :D

    every bhashaNa was ad hominem against Dryaabe Gowda and his kuputras.

  10. mayura Says:

    I read URA saying he is busy fighting this project…hmm some thing is amiss here….URA wants to be Medha Patkar of Karnataka minus the saree and blouse :)

  11. Coalie No.1 Says:

    I agree with Rag picker, why should the local environmentalists passionate efforts to protect mysore and its environs be dismissed by a gimmicky writer who claims to be greenpeace activist. I checked and he does not work in greenpeace india and neither is greenpeace involved in the chamalapura people’s struggle that ragpicker is leading.
    But I wonder why rag-picker says that the plans to build coal plant in our state are abandoned thanks to his efforts already when their are indications otherwise. Mr. Yashwant can go back to Dahanu, but ragpicker may have nowhere to go if he does not quickly substaintiate his claims and talk to all the groups soon. Temperature is rising, elephants are dying, tigers are already dead.

  12. Silence Please Says:

    This is one of the best way of narrating a critical issue in its simplicity. The approximation used here is appropriate and not like middle class environmentalism or deep ecological approach. The writing is on the verge of sustainable development and environmental justice. This is the real condition of the tribes residing in the creed.

  13. anonymous Says:

    any precautions to make this power plant environment friendly?!

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