Photo Feature: A Dying River Called Yamuna

The once mighty River Yamuna is an odious stream of slag as it crosses Delhi, rendered listless by the burden of modernity carelessly jettisoned into its body.

Vikram Sharma

Updated on: 1 July 2022 12:20 pm

Photo Feature: A Dying River Called Yamuna

Every great city in the world has a river flowing through it. Varanasi has the Ganga, London the Thames, Rome the Tiber and Paris has the Siene.

Delhi too has a river to call its own, but it has not shown it much love in the recent past. Though Delhi’s history is intricately intertwined with the meanders of its river, most Delhiwallahs only think of it when they cross one of its many bridges, only to be rudely reminded of it by the overpowering stench of its water. As it flows through the city, the river is reduced to little more than an open sewer, its water dark and viscous from the tonnes of untreated sewage and industrial waste pumped into it. In fact, at the Sur Ghat in Wazirabad, where the Najafgarh nallah meets the Yamuna, one can distinctly see the colour of the water change from muddy brown to a Stygian black. A river activist once said that if every house in Delhi didn’t flush its toilet for a day, the river would go dry.

Satantango Fishermen cast their nets in the Yamuna at Wazirabad bridge, where the banks are littered with garbage. An angler who grew up in Delhi says only a few decades ago, he would catch the mighty mahasheer fish under the ITO bridge.

Snowy simulacra A young boy walks through noxious chemical foam at Kalindi Kunj in South Delhi. The foam covers the surface of the river when water is released from the Okhla Barrage.

Beyond belief A man offers prayers to the Yamuna near Loha Pul (Old Yamuna Bridge) near Red Fort. The faithful still find solace on the banks of the river, but leave its guardianship to fate.

Faith accomplice A man and his son watch Chhath Puja festivities from the ITO bridge. The administration installed high fencing on all bridges to discourage commuters from throwing puja offerings into the river.

And yet the faithful flock to ita many ghats to pray and even submerge themselves into its gloomy depths, which is often covered in noxious foam, generated when the chemicals in the water are agitated by the irrigation department releasing the flow for the occasion. The river is covered in a billowing white foam, as if trying to clean itself, but the ever-familiar stench is a constant reminder of the reality.

Hopefully, the city will someday rediscover its love for the river that flows through it. Till then, Yamuna Ji will keep reminding us of her presence.

Text and Photographs by Vikram Sharma