From The Hindu, Feb 27, 2005!

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This is a story written in The Hindu exactly five years ago. Many things happened subsequently, some good, some bad but the Kothi Residency could not be redeemed, in spite of substantial funding to Osmania University.

Colonial grandeur

This stately home in Hyderabad — now a women's college — that James Achilles Kirkpatrick and princess Khairunnissa lived in, has come up for restoration. GUNVANTHI BALARAM looks at how it made it to the `World Monuments in Danger List'.

MOHAMMED YOUSUF

The house of Kirkpatrick _ long latticed corridors and a grand durbar hall. There is a staircase too that continues in two graceful sweeps.

FOR those who know the saga of the Hyderabadi princess Khairunnissa and James Achilles Kirkpatrick, the Scottish bureaucrat who built the 1803 British Residency — now the Osmania University Women's College — in Hyderabad, the noisy chatter of co-eds in the complex cannot muffle the resonating drama of the past. I was told the story as a child by my mother, who had studied at the college. Much later, William Dalrymple filled in the melodramatic details in The White Mughals. As I recently journeyed through the tattered and terribly grand mansion — now emptied of classes and waiting to be restored — I felt as though the tears in the walls and the cobwebs trembling on the ceilings were whispering of the endless love of Kirkpatrick and Khairunnissa, a romance that shook not merely the Deccan but all of British India.

Kirkpatrick's arrival

The familiar story of the glaring conquest of India is one we have all been brought up with, but the story of the Indian conquest of so many Britons is not so familiar. Kirkpatrick was among those British officers who were enchanted by India, especially by the culture of the Mughal court and absorbed into it. He arrived as Resident in Hyderabad in 1795 as a "cocky young imperialist intending to conquer India", as Dalrymple notes, but proceeded to promptly fall in love with Khairunnissa, the lovely teenage granddaughter of Nawab Mahmood Ali Khan, whose family had, for some strange reason, thrown them together. Governor General Wellesley's wrath notwithstanding, the lovers ended up getting married, with James secretly converting to Islam and becoming a secret agent for the Nizam against the British!

The house that Kirkpatrick built so carefully for his Begum on the banks of the Musi is among the most splendid pieces of colonial architecture in the country. Designed by Lt Samuel Russell of the Royal Engineers, it was paid for by the Nizam, who had adopted James as his son and named him Hashmat Jung. It boasts a Palladian-style north front and an Indian-style south front, long latticed corridors, a grand durbar hall, and a lovely staircase that divides at a landing and continues in two graceful sweeps and is documented in Philip Davies' Splendours of the Raj. It now has 41 acres of unkempt gardens that meander down to the Musi. In the grounds are also a graveyard where a couple of subsequent Residents and others are buried, the remnants of old bastions and a charming model (the size of a large doll's house) of the Residency as it originally looked.



Shortlived joy -- Khairunnissa .

It was within these precincts that James and Khair lived out the final years of their short-lived, eventful but very happy marriage (which ended in 1805, when James died unexpectedly while on a visit to Calcutta. Khair had stayed behind in Hyderabad and never saw her husband's body. She arrived at his grave in Calcutta only some weeks after he was buried). It was in this house that Khair gave birth to their two infants, William George (Sahib Allum) and Catherine Aurora (Sahib Begum) — a portrait of the duo by George Chinnery, which now hangs in a private collection in England, is considered one of the finest works of art to have come out of the Raj. It was from here that Khair's tots, were, to her undying anguish, sent away just a few days before James' death to be raised in England. She never saw her Sahib Allum and Sahib Begum again. The widowed Khair was soon seduced by James's assistant, Henry Russel, and kept, like Madam Butterfly, as his mistress at Masulipatnam on the coast until she died a few years later at the age of 27.

"It's a long, exciting, weepy story with a most extraordinary resonance," as Dalrymple says. "What it says about the Brits and the Indians, and the image that it gives us of the period, are very different from what one would expect."

The lives of Khair and James' children held none of the thunder of that of their parents. William George, like his ammi jaan, died young. Catherine (Kitty) grew up to become Thomas Carlyle's first love — she is the Blumine of his Sartor Resartus and the Rosegoddess of his Reminiscences — but went on to marry another man, a rather ordinary one, Capt Winsloe Phillips of the 7th Hussars, and to live a regular life in Torquay. She died in 1889.

The restoration

Today, the stately home that James and Khair and their infants lived in has come up for restoration — the result of a longstanding campaign to save the structure by a group of local heritage lovers led by Bilkiz Alladin, writer, activist and Hyderabad high society hostess. Alladin penned and staged a play, "For the Love of a Begum", some years ago to raise awareness about the historical building, and was instrumental in getting the World Monuments Fund in New York to raise a donation of $1,00,000 in 2002 for its restoration.

Picture courtesy: GUNVANTHI BALARAM

James Achilles Kirkpatrick.

"I invited Elbrun Kimmelman, an active associate of the World Monuments Fund, to visit the erstwhile Residency and have it included on their World Monuments in Danger List," Alladin says simply. "Elbrun recognised its heritage value the moment she set foot in the building and before we knew it, she had had it listed! Soon after, the Fund organised a grant of $1,00,000 from American Express for its restoration."

Osmania University's role

Over the last several months, a small team led by conservation architect Vasanta Sobha Turaga has been involved in documenting the building and devising a comprehensive conservation plan for the place. The chemistry department of Osmania University has also played a significant role in the process by training some of its lab-technicians and a group of architecture, engineering and chemistry students in the principles and practices of working on historic buildings and conservation processes. "The idea," Turaga says, "is to create a set of professional conservationists who will go on to work on other restoration projects in the community."

MOHAMMED YOUSUF

Outside -- a Palladian-style north front and an Indian-style south front.

According to college principal Sulochana Reddy, the restoration work is expected to begin later this year. But the academician, whose office is located in an imposing room on the ground floor of the former Residency, is unwilling to hazard a guess as to how long the work will take.

In the meantime, the authorities should take more trouble to publicise the importance of the building, says historian and heritage activist Vasant Bava, former Andhra Pradesh chief secretary, founder of the Institute for Deccan Studies and author of The Last Nizam. "The erstwhile Residency represents a crucial link in a long period of Indian and British history, and deserves to be projected as an important cultural site for both scholars and tourists," Dr. Bava insists. "It concerns anyone who wants to understand the past, and relate it to the present. Apart from its romantic origins, it was the scene of major events in Indian history, having been, among other things, attacked during the Mutiny of 1857. The place was once the symbol of the power exercised by the British in the Indian states. We would like it to be remembered also as an example of Indo-British understanding in the post-Independence era."

Mourning lost glory: Facebook Conversations

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These are some of the abridged mail and Facebook conversations between some of the many former students and heritage lovers who expressed their anguish at the condition of the building.






Janaki Kakarlamudi, February 8 at 10.22 am.
It is absolutely disgraceful to see an educational institution neglected this way. So many of us got our higher education here and feel terribly saddened at the present state of the buildings. I feel bad for the kids who are going there to study everyday. Some parts of the college even look unsafe for kids to be there. Please take immediate action to not only preserve the historic buildings but also to safe guard the educational institutions.

Sunita Amencherla
February 7 at 1:21pm
I have seen the pics (of the college).... the situation is really pathetic!!! The building(s) has lost all the majestic look we were all so proud of when we walked around this place and graduated out of this college!!! I can see a lot of broken walls, deserted staircases, pigeon shit, etc etc. Are there any classes held here now???? Looks like very soon some western author will be inspired to write a new series of ghost stories......One could even concoct a thriller story about this haunted building.... Why is this monument being neglected soooooo royally? Yep, I am with u Kavitha...The least I can do is visit the place the next time I am in hyd (that is in April'10) & of course pass on the message to many others to do the needful...How abt starting a blog on this???
Veena Kondapalli February 8 at 2:20am
Is there a Alumni of Koti Women's college? Even if we collect any chartiable funds, how do we make sure that it goes in the right hands and the money goes into repairing and maitaining the buildings?. What happens to all the fees that students pay? It is sad.
We need to have a small group that takes all the ideas----plan and come up with an agenda and action items. We can use facebook, sulekha, yahoo buzz to get attention online and then try to get the media inolved. Awareness is important. We need to definitely do something about it. It is worse than what i had expected.
Sunita Amencherla February 8 at 11:39am
We must get into concrete action... The pictures helped in dragging our attention to the gravity of the situation. And there is need for urgent attention and action....
And, yes, the condition of the building is heart-breaking. Building looks so sad and wears a deathly air. :((
Veena Kondapalli 9 at 7:22am
I took Kavitha Akka's e-mail and forwarded to few of my friends who might know people from Women's College. I can understand the feeling----I went to Women's College once when my sister was studying there but felt so different when I entered those huge halls with beautiful architecture. It is sad that we do not take care of these precious buildings.
Definitely can try to put the word out there and would love to do something about it.
Vaishnavi Kondapalli February 9 at 10:15pm
A group idea is very appealing as that will actuallly galvanize the momentum for this cause. The more members you have for the group the greater the amount of awareness and the word will spread. I would advise to steer away from chain mail as people tend to just forward the e-mail and forget about it totally once it leaves their "out-going" box and the received mail is buried in the avalanche of emails they get everyday.
Also a group whether it is on facebook or twitter or the likes is a good stage to send updates or messages and things like that. Every conversation, concern or petition etc can be captured in 1 place and it is easy for the group caretaker ( using this word as I couldn't think of a better word) to scoop it all up and take it any Legal department.

Kavitha Kondapalli February 10 at 3:53am
Seems like all of us have the same concern . I am so glad to see responses and share the feelings . And once we have a blog/group we can reach out to more people out there and put enough pressure on the authorities to save the buildings . I am sure this kind of mass appeal would bring in a change.

Vani Mulukutla February 10 at 8:59pm
I agree with you all. Every one from Hyderabad has to express concern about Women's College, Koti as it is one of the oldest and prestigious colleges of Hyderabad. Koti, Hyderabad means the first thing comes into your mind is Women's College. It is horrible to see such a great college in that situation now.

Pooja Marella February 5 at 5:16am
...It does not matter which building on the campus of Koti Women's. I cant believe that they will even contemplate demolishing it....will definitely try to do what I can to help the people fighting to stop it. Let me know how I can help?

Preeti Ashtana
February 5 at 10:26pm
Although I was not a student of that College, feels sad to see the dilapidated condition of the building. I sure will forward to those who studied and did not.

Padmaja Shaw February 4 at 9:01pm
Saw the place recently. Its heart breaking. It was beautiful when we were students... there are several faculty members from Arts College and Nizams who are all from there.

Cherukuri Madhavi February 6 at 11:32am
how terrible,,, I can't believe it is kothi women's...a heritage building in shambles??????????I am with you..appreciate the effort..I am for it..let me know how do we go about..next step. lets protect our heritage our history and our pride..

Priya Pilla February 8 at 4.30 pm
that is a college!!!!!! OMG!!! looks like a bhoot bangla!!! btw if there are students here... cant they take it on themselves to clean up the place instead of participating iin stupid dharnas to form new states!!!!
On the brightside, hope RGV sees this.. it can be a location for his next so called 'horror' film :P

Padmaja Shaw February 4 at 8.10 pm
Used to be a very lovely building when we were there. The neglect is despite funding support. I am surprised they haven't pulled it down to raise an ugly cement structure and named it after an academic non-entity or worse, a land-grabbing political mentor!

Padmavathi Kotamraju February 13 at 6.52 pm.
Yes we are so uncaring. We feel history is inanimate hardly realising that our present isn't as vibrant as that of our predecessors.

Shubha Lakkaraju February 6 at 8.57 am
what a sad sight! If walls could talk! You can clearly see the past glory! Aiyyoo! Are we going to be able to save anything for our future generations????

Jay Prakash February 7 at 2.38 am
It's such a pity that we are unable to protect and maintain invaluable possessions like this! I have never been inside this building but these photos describe the grandeur of it's time.



When I felt like Royalty...

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This post is by Kavitha Vennelakanti, who studied in Women's College in early 1990s.

I remember my first day when I walked up the stairs of Durbar hall. I felt so royal as I watched the fountain in the garden from the durbar hall steps. The cellar just below the Durbar hall was an amusement park for most of us. I always imagined prisoners being dragged and tortured in those small cells. I loved the large class rooms and the beautiful gardens near the canteen after I passed out from the college, I used to talk and boast to everyone about the college and the campus.

And after a few more years, I still enjoyed spotting the college in the movies ... and my family and especially my husband got bored of it and my stories of what all movie shootings I saw while I was in the college. Now years after years passed by, I became busy with my family and have forgotten about my college and my student’s life.

Until recently, when I heard that the college building was in a pathetic state, deteriorating day by day and lacks basic hygiene and amenities. And some parts of the beautiful monuments have fallen apart and no way can be restored back. I was so shocked to hear this, and looked for pictures of the current state of the college. The beautiful college building going in you can also have a look at them

This really upset me. Thru my years after my college I was lucky to see many places within and outside India While I toured, I paid such huge entry fees and saw monuments which were not even half historical as my college . A sense of guilt came into me and I started looking at options of what I can do for my own college. The same college in which I studied and walked in the beautiful lawns and watched myself everyday in Durbar hall mirrors, sat in the huge Lions on either side of the entrance steps.

What Can I do? Can I do something? - Being far away from the site? I do love my college and I want to continue to be proud of my college and tell stories to my next generations. What do I do? These were immediate questions I had.

What is it that is stopping people from ensuring that the buildings are restored? But why is the ignorance and carelessness. I am not sure who would answer these...

While the authorities are reluctant, refusing to take responsibility and passing on the blame, the building is deteriorating. So, it means that the in spite of all the struggles and getting the required funds there is no progress towards the building

And when I spoke to my friends and my network about this, they all had a similar feeling towards it. They have all unequivocally expressed their distress at the monument being in this bad state now.

Can we do something to preserve this? I guess we should all try and see what best we can do.

Living Life Queensize..For Rs 40 a Month!!

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This post was published in ‘Downtown’, The Hindu, in 2008 and was written by Janaki Rani Turaga, IBPS, who stayed in Women’s College Hostel while studying in Nizam’s College in 1958-60.

Exactly fifty years ago, I took a walk in the Begum’s Gardens of the Kothi Women’s College with my father. I was young and bubbling with enthusiasm and just got an admission to Nizam’s College in MA Economics with hostel accommodation at Women’s College Hostel. My father said ‘what a pleasure it is to live in these surroundings, looking at that grand historic building, running in those long corridors, strolling in the gardens – all for a mere forty rupees a month!!’

Large rooms with fresh linen, blankets with the sweet smell of my newly-bought perfumed oil, rosewood cupboards, dressing tables, mosquito nets, ever running hot and cold water since we had a boiler with a 70-bucket capacity, coke heated boiler in a separate room, super-sized parathas, - oh! What a luxury! Not to mention the pampering and loving friends! The Empress Gate gave way to the five Blocks, each with rows of six rooms, corridors leading to the Dining Hall and then to the temple. Clean bathrooms, with shining washbasins, the tiny Dhobi girl Sakku brining our ironed clothes.

We looked forward to the evenings with delicious anticipation for visitors. When it grew dark, a non-stop run on the sandy road, then to sit before the four tables to study and write letters – to friends, to families. And the occasional playful frolic with friends in the moonlight in the open yard!

The gardens with rocks, a running stream and pleasant corners of shady groves, aptly named Lovers’ Rock, a heavenly place of solace for tired souls. The male of the species were not allowed inside, except for one occasion when the great Vonoba Bhave held a meeting under the Bhoodaan Samithi.

In the mornings, physical training was compulsory for all the students, except the Post-graduate students like me. I would usually oversleep and then at a leisurely pace start for my college, which was 6 paisa bus fare away. I would go and look for my room-mates in the Women’s College laboratories. I would gently tap on the glass panes, make them sneak out and give them a treat in the canteen – a piece of cake, a mirchi bajji and chai, all for a royal sum of 20 paise!

My pranks with the juniors and freshers made for many hilarious stories. Once, I solemnly informed a junior from my native place that the Lions on the steps of the Durbar Hall actually hid gloomy dens and dungeons. Prisoners were thrown in by simply opening their mouths with the help of a pulley. To make the story sound real, I added that the right lion was out of order. The girl faithfully repeated the story to her mother who was my Mathematics teacher in school in my town. She could see the glint in my eyes and understood that I concocted the tale. She gently chided me for scaring her young daughter, even while laughing at it. There were many such pranks. I used to tell one more story about a girl in purdah, jilted in love, committing suicide and told my block-mates that her ankle bells are often heard during dark nights in the bathrooms of the Fourth Block! Just imagine the plight of the students who had to walk those corridors in the night!

Then there was the bungalow for spinster lecturers Vanaja Iyengar, Miss Gardner and others. Miss Linnel was our principal and then came Dr Sripathi Sridevi, who was a strict disciplinarian, but she later became my good friend.

Now, after more than five decades, I step on the premises of my hostel with feelings of nostalgia. What do I see? Dingy rooms, with construction implements in a corner, shabbiness and dirt around and hold your breath, three bathrooms for 360 girls!! The girls come on to the college premises with buckets, soaps, soiled clothes and make best use of the drinking water taps. Darkness all around, dried-up trees and overgrown grass at every inch, most unsafe and spreading gloom. Broken glasses, creaky broken doors, garbage everywhere!

Why is this so? Nobody seems to bother, no one is interested in keeping the placer livable, to keep the young girls comfortable, happy and inspired, looking into the future with bright eyes! How sad! A great tragedy, unless those responsible will spruce up the place, spend money or find resources if they are not already available. Who can look beyond the high walls, who can pull up those concerned, remind them of the Nawabi glory we basked in? Those who remember the yesteryears should awaken the administration, raise a hue and cry and save the little budding graduates, who are sure to leave with the bitterest of memories if not given a better lot.