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R I V E R D I A R I E S :B R A H M A P U T R A
Commissioned by
Rivers. They sustain hundreds of millions of people around the
world and are home to a hundred thousand creatures. These
veins of a land are also often ground zero for water-wars.
Traditional riparian communities and denizens of the river butt
heads with the new world as dams, diversions, canals choke,
siphon off, and desiccate their lifelines. Voices get shriller and
stakes rise ever higher should a river cross international
boundaries.
In this war of needs and wants, who will prevail? At what cost?
I travel to the Brahmaputra river basin over the next year to
document life along its wild braids as it weaves through three
densely populated, thirsty, energy-voracious countries.
A R A T I K U M A R - R A O
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The Spy Who Went In ToThe Cold
Early 1800s, Asia:
A Great Game played out on the chessboard of Central
Asia and Tibet in the 19th century.
The Russian Tsar moved in from the North, the British
Raj countered from the South. Russian tentacles reached
out to snag the Khanates of Khiva, Bukharo, Khoqand,
Tashkent – and then the Tsar turned his attention
eastward.
The British, ensconced firmly in South Asia, leached into
Afghanistan and watched anxiously as the Tsar’s men
closed in on the prize: Tibet.
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The Qing Emperor in China, threatened from both sides,
sealed Tibet’s borders. “Any Moghul, Hindustani,
Pathan, or Feringhi” found in Tibet would be put to
death, he decreed.
And any Tibetan aiding or assisting foreigners would
meet the same fate. They were true to their word —
Europeans found trespassing in Tibet met gory ends.
Besides the strategic anxiety over the Russians breaking
the ice in Tibet first, the Raj faced other dilemmas of a
more cartographic nature. Where exactly was Lhasa?
Did that big river Tsangpo in Tibet flow from Lake
Manasarovar? Where did it drain into the sea? Did it
meet the Brahmaputra that flows fatly in Assam? And if
not, does it meet the Irrawaddy or the Yangtze or the
Salween? All these rivers flow in parallel not 50 miles
from one another.
There was a particular interest in the Tsangpo. If it met
the Brahmaputra, which was in British control, then
could it serve as a water-route for goods, men,
troops, and the Raj into Tibet? How did a river on a high
plateau of over 9000ft descend to the plains? Visions of
undiscovered grand cataracts consumed the explorers of
the Raj.
The Crown wanted to know, and its adventurous
officers were just as hungry to find out.
But Tibet in the 1800s was a death trap for any
European. The British would have to find another way to
map the Tsangpo and Tibet.
They did.
Spring 1914, Darjeeling Bazaar:
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A Lepcha tailor, around 65 years old, thickset and
strong, wearing clothes mended several times over,
hunches over Raj uniforms, marking them up with the
triangular blue tailor’s chalk in his hand. His leathery
hands and a face to match betrays a life lived outdoors.
His name is Kintup but he is known secretly as ‘KP’.
He has just been told that he is to present himself at the
Survey of India’s office in Simla at his earliest.
May 1914, Simla, Survey of India office:
FM Bailey, a smart, young British officer, greets the
tailor, who he knows as KP, with reverence. Bailey has
just returned from extensive travel in Tibet – a trip he
could not have completed successfully without KP’s
notes. Now he has questions for him, one explorer to
another. He wants clarifications and, more than anything
else, he wants to hear KP’s stories first hand –
especially of his journey to the Tsangpo, 1880 through
1884.
Summer of 1880, Darjeeling Bazaar:
Kintup is in his shop, marking up an officer’s uniform
with his blue chalk. He has never been to school, he
cannot even write his name, but the 30-year-old has an
eidetic memory that is already legendary in his village.
His strength and his courage add to his aura; he is the
go-to person for adventurous British officers and
trekkers wanting to scale Sikkim’s mountains.
A Lieutenant Henry John Harman of the Survey of India
is in charge of mapping the northeast frontier and
Assam. The Raj’s mapping agency, The Great
Trigonometric Survey of India, had reduced almost all
of the sub-continent into triangles and measured
everything accessible. They knew the precise height of
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Mt. Everest and the precise location of cities from
Baluchistan to Bengal. Tibet, however, remained a
tantalizing void on the map of Asia. It was now up to
Harman and his recruits to fill that void.
The British came up with an ingenious plan to infiltrate
Tibet. They noticed that while foreigners had been
banned entry into The Land of Snows by fiat of the
Chinese emperor, locals from the northern parts of
India, and the hill people, came and went at will, for
pilgrimage and trade.
Captain Montgomerie of The Great Trigonometrical
Survey sought out such people along the border areas:
natives of Sikkim and Darjeeling who could speak
Tibetan and Hindi and pass for pilgrims. He trained them
in basic surveying techniques, and sent them off to
triangulate the positions of lakes and rivers and cities in
Tibet.
How would his recruits carry out such surveys without
arousing suspicion? Montgomerie came up with a
brilliant cover: He made his “pilgrims” carry rosaries and
prayer wheels, sticks and pots. These perfectly valid
accouterments of the pilgrim would become the tools of
the surveyor.
He taught his recruits to walk in a stride that measured
2’7”, which made about 2000 steps to a mile, and to
count off each step with a bead on the rosary.
A Tibetan rosary has 108 beads. Montgomerie reduced
this to 100, and taught his recruits to drop one bead for
every ten steps they took. Every 10th bead was slightly
larger than its fellows. Their walking sticks contained
thermometers for hypsometric readings that could
determine altitude. Their pots had false bottoms for
sextants and extra mercury. The prayer wheel was the
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perfect hiding place for a scroll of paper on which each
recruit recorded his findings.
Thus these pilgrim-spies, called the ‘Pundits’, walked
the hitherto unknown terrain of Tibet, counting off their
steps, chanting as they went, making measurements all
the time. And thus they mapped the exact position of
Lhasa, traced the source of the Tsangpo, among other
significant cartographic milestones.
Like Montgomerie, Harman too had an eye for spotting a
potential Pundit – and when he first met Kintup, he
knew he had found a winner.
Since Kintup was illiterate, he was paired with a trained
Pundit, Lama Nem Singh (code named GMN) on his
first foray into Tibet in 1878. Their mission was to walk
the Tsangpo all the way down, to map where it drained.
If they accomplished this, they would have solved the
raging mystery of the Brahmaputra’s origins.
GMN and Kintup followed the Tsangpo east till it
reached a place known as Gyala. Here it vanished under
the massive ice peaks of Namche Barwa and Gyala Peri.
There seemed to be no path, no track, no way of
following the river unless they scaled the sheer rock
spurs.
Intimidated, GMN gave up and returned to India. It
would turn out later that his survey work was shoddy
and his readings were wrong. Kintup, the illiterate side-
kick, used the trip to commit the route to memory, to
understand the terrain, learn the instruments, and
method of measurement. Like a sponge, he soaked it all
up.
He could not write, and hence could not record – but he
knew what the British wanted to know, he had the heart
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it took for such a trying expedition, and some in the
Survey realized that.
So he was chosen to follow the Tsangpo again. This
time, he was paired with a Mongolian Lama who was
literate and had the trust of the Survey. (Curiously, this
Lama has no code name in any of the Survey records.)
The pair was to go as far downstream of the Tsangpo
as possible and then, if they could go no further, toss
into the river 500 logs, each a foot long, each
impregnated with a tin tube. They would do this at the
rate of 50 logs a day. The marked logs would float
downstream and, if the Tsangpo did join the
Brahmaputra, the British stationed at Sadiya in Assam
would see them – and thus solve an enduring mystery.
On this trip, Kintup was assigned his own spy-name:
KP.
August 7, 1880, Tibet:
KP and his companion Lama, disguised as Buddhist
pilgrims, crossed the high Himalayas and reached Lhasa
in under a month. The plan did not call for them to halt
in the Tibetan capital – but the Mongolian Lama had
shown time and again that he had little regard for plans.
KP watched in dismay as the Lama squandered Her
Majesty’s resources on feasting with friends in the Sera
Monastery.
KP nagged at the Lama to get a move on. Winter would
soon be upon them, he pointed out. But the Lama paid
no heed.
A full six days later, the pair left and went due east till
Tsetang, where the Lama fell ill. It was here that KP
began to get a sense of what lay ahead on this trip. The
Lama treated KP like a servant. KP complied, knowing
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that the Lama was his only cover in Tibet. Should that
cover be blown and he be outed as a spy, a sudden,
violent death was inevitable.
Though outwardly docile, KP was no pushover. He
began to take measurements of his own accord, making
short excursions in the area, observing rivers and
streams and peaks and glaciers, counting off the paces,
noting local customs and place names, and etching
everything in his eidetic memory.
The Lama, meanwhile, was more interested in the good
life, in women and drink. Once he recovered and the
two moved on, he veered KP off course again to a
village known as Thun Tsung. Here he romanced their
host’s wife with his cunning and charm. Uncaring of the
Survey’s task, numbed by copious amounts of the local
brew chhang, the Mongolian Lama frittered away four
months.
When his philandering was found out, he bought his
pardon with KP’s meager savings, and the pair moved
on again. It was March by now, cold and windy with
the last remnants of winter; the skies alternated between
clear and grey, sunshine and snow.
The pair was now close to entering the Tsangpo gorge.
By all accounts, it seems a place breathtaking and
formidable in equal measure. Frank Kingdon-Ward, the
intrepid botanist-explorer describes it vividly:
As the river, rushing like a lost soul between the hot
hell in the heart of the Himalaya and the cold hell on
the wind-swept peaks which guard the gorge, grew
more dynamic, as the scenery grew harsher, and the
thunder of the water more minatory, the touch of
Nature came marvelously to the rescue. Everywhere,
by cliff and rock and scree, by torn scar and ragged
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rent, wherever vegetation could get and keep a keen
grip, trees grew; and so, from the grinding boulders
in the river-bed to the grating glaciers above, the
gorge was filled with forest to the very brim.
Ten thousand feet of forest colored those cold greet
rocks of tortured genies; and when the summer rain
weeps softly over the scene of riot a million trees will
flame into flower and strew their beauty over the
ruin.
The pair followed the right bank of the Tsangpo, with its
terraced, irrigated farms and hills banded with prickly
oak and fir. Often, in the gorge, there is no path by the
river and the only way to press on is to hike up a valley
past shepherds who, if you are lucky, will offer you
milk and butter. Here and there the many-fingered
tongues of glaciers reach down to the Tsangpo from the
twin peaks of Gyala Peri and Namche Barwa. And here
is where, high above the river, locals use their nooses to
capture Tibetan eared-pheasants.
All along this route the Tsangpo falls, in continuous
frothy rapids.
Making their way eastward, KP and the Lama reached
the point that was the furthest GMN and Kintup had
reached the previous time: the little village of Gyala.
While the Lama lazed in the village, KP trekked down to
the river and followed a stream that spilled into the
Tsangpo.
Here he saw something wondrous: a 150-foot waterfall
that spilled over a cliff, hiding a mural of the god
Shingche Chogyel. The mural was visible only when the
flow was at its lowest, as in winter.
From Gyala, any progress downstream was uncharted
territory for KP and the Survey. It was also some of the
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toughest terrain to navigate, to the uninhabited
monastery Pemakochung, fifteen virgin miles
downstream.
The river at Pemakochung was loud. It screamed and
fumed and writhed and roiled before rushing headlong
40 feet down into dancing, shifting rainbows.
“We camped amongst the boulders, close beside the
thundering river. A quarter of a mile ahead a blank
cliff, striped by two silver threads of water, towered a
thousand feet into the air. The river came up against
this cliff with terrific force, turned sharp to the left and
was lost to view.
We scrambled over the boulders, crossed a belt of
trees and a torrent, and made for the foot of the cliff
in order to see what became of the river; but even
before we got there our ears were filled with a loud
roaring noise. As we turned the corner, and before
we could see straight down the river again, we
caught sight of a great cloud of spray which hung
over the rocks within had a mile of where we stood.
… we stood spellbound, as well we might. The river
here swung round to the west, boring its way between
two mighty spurs which jutted out, one from Gyala
Peri, the other from Sanglung. Cliffs towered up on
both sides, so close together that it seemed one could
almost leap from crag to crag; and the cliffs were
smooth as well as sheer. Only high up against the
skyline did a few trees cling like fur to the worn rock
surface. Obviouslt we could get no further down the
gorge; to scale the cliff seemed equally impossible.”
~ Frank Kingdon-Ward 1924-25
At its most constricted, the river rushes through gorges
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quite possibly the deepest river gorges in the world. Did
this formidable sight, accompanied by the sound of
white water fury, intimidate the Lama? One can only
guess at what made him yank KP off course again.
Reluctantly, KP trudged back inland, to the tiny village
of Tzongyuk Dzong.
Here the Lama asked KP to wait by the river while he
went to meet the local Tibetan official and obtained
passes for them. Three days passed with no sign of the
Lama. KP hid his survey instruments, in case their cover
was blown – and that was just as well, because officials
showed up out of the blue. They searched KP, stripped
him of a compass and a pistol, and vanished.
KP was by now suspicious of the Lama’s shenanigans.
A few days later the Lama showed up, but only to say
he was heading out on some urgent work and he, KP,
was to wait for him at the Dzong Pon’s house.
The Lama never came back. KP was put to work by the
Dzong Pon.
Months dragged by. One day, while he was cleaning the
stables, the full nature of his predicament struck KP: the
Lama had sold him as a slave to the Dzong Pon for 50
rupees, and decamped with the money and a horse. He
now realized why he was being closely watched, and
never allowed outside the Dzong Pon’s compound.
The Lama had abandoned the Survey’s cause and
betrayed the trust it put in him. KP was on his own. Far
from intimidated, the tailor-spy set about looking for
ways to escape.
His chance came ten months later. On March 7, 1882,
he made a dash for freedom under cover of night. He
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on a slender single-twisted-bamboo rope. He ran as fast
as his legs could bear him through dense rhododendron
jungles and over high passes and down glaciers, then
crossed back over the dangerously rushing river. He
slept when he could under rock-overhangs, begged
when he could for food and for provisions, all the time
in his guise of pilgrim, till he finally reached a monastery
in Pemako – only to find the Dzong Pon’s men almost
upon him.
Dashing into the monastery with his pursuers hot on his
heels, KP fell at the feet of the Abbott there and begged
asylum, telling him of his enforced slavery and
positioning himself as a devout pilgrim.
The Abbott bought KP’s story, and purchased his
freedom from the Dzong Pon with fifty rupees. Slavery,
again — but the circumstances here were refreshingly
different: KP lived among monks and nuns in an
atmosphere of prayer and butter lamps, rolmo and lag-
naand Tibetan horns, his work consisting largely of
mending the torn robes of the monks.
He had a choice: he could either return home or could
continue down the river, picking up the task of finding
out where the Tsangpo goes. There was no contest in
KP’s mind: his loyalty to the Survey and to Harman was
unwavering. He would not give up, not just yet – he had
500 logs to toss into the river.
After four months of service with the Abbott, KP
begged a few days off to go on a pilgrimage. Impressed
with his devotion, the Abbott granted him leave. KP
grabbed the tin tubes which, luckily, had not been taken
from him, and with his khukri and khurshing (dagger
and sling-bag), set off with renewed vigor, excited at
being able to finally be of some use to the Survey.
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Rushing to Giling through valleys brimming with thick
forest, he begged shelter at a monastery there on the
pretext of going in search of salt, and set to work.
Hiding from passersby, curious locals and other
pilgrims, KP began to look for the right trees from
which to fashion 500 logs, each a foot long. He worked
without pausing, slashing away at the trees with
his khukri. KP had listened closely when Lt. Harman had
explained the plan to the Mongolian Lama. They had to
cut the logs, bore a hole in each, and insert a tin tube.
These were then to be tossed, 50 a day, into the foaming
Tsangpo.
KP had no drill. He began to finely strip bamboo, using it
to tie the tubes to the logs as securely as possible. The
task took him several days. He carried the 500 logs to a
cave so remote it was unlikely any human had been
there before.
He now faced a fresh problem – he had to find a way of
getting word to the Survey’s Darjeeling office that he
was ready to toss the logs into the river, so someone
downstream could keep a lookout.
By now, he had been absent from the monastery for a
month, and his gratitude to the Abbot for saving him
from the Dzong Pon tugged at him. He returned to the
Abbott and served him for a bit longer before begging
leave again, this time for a pilgrimage to Tsari, the
second most sacred place in Tibet.
The year was 1882 and the major Buddhist pilgrimage to
Tsari – to be undertaken in the Year of the Monkey —
was still two years away. But KP was intent on reaching
Lhasa to somehow get word to India that he was ready
to toss the logs. And so the intrepid tailor set off again,
to retrace the 250 miles by foot to Lhasa.
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The route does not have easily navigable paths even
today. In the 1880s, when no one – not even the locals
— traversed these routes, there was barely a toehold on
some of these spurs and cliffs that KP would have had
to negotiate.
They rock-faces were overgrown with brush and
rhododendron and fir, and made slippery by the rains;
one misstep could mean hurtling down to the
unforgiving river below. And winter brought with it the
risk of biting, whipping winds, snowstorms, sleet and an
intense cold that could cause frostbite – a prospect to
daunt the most intrepid.
It was on the cusp of winter that KP set out for Lhasa.
He chose the high route, the avalanche route over
Doshong La, a pass that soared 13,500 ft above sea
level, and then down to hit the pilgrim road while turned
skyward again to the holy Tsari at 12,000 ft. All along,
the ever alert and observant KP committed distances and
routes to memory. He even picked up interesting legends
and customs along the way, from his conversations with
pilgrims and locals.
He learnt, for instance, that on the Tsari pilgrimage,
women are not allowed all the way up. Why? The
legend goes somewhat thus:
The Goddess Drolma wanted to test the moral
uprightness of men and women. So one day, she
disguised herself and lay down at the summit of the pass
to Tsari. When a man reached her and politely begged
her to move she refused, giving him a choice. He would
have to find an alternate way around the mountain or
step over her.
Rather than step over another human being, the man
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went away to look for an alternate path.
Next, a woman reached the disguised Goddess. When
she was given the choice of stepping over the Goddess
or taking a long route over the pass, the woman chose
to step over the Goddess. Enraged, the Goddess took on
her real form and cursed all women. Since then, the
legend went, no female was permitted to undertake the
full pilgrimage.
All this and more KP stored away in his mind and
pressed on, Lhasa-bound. It was December 1882 when
he reached the Tibetan capital. For once his luck held: he
found a Sikkimese Kazi (judge) whose wife was to leave
shortly for India. KP dictated a letter to be taken over
the border to GMN, the leader of his previous
expedition:
Dear Sirs,
The Lama who was sent with me sold me to a Dzong
Pon as a slave and himself fled away with the
Government things that were in his charge, on
account of which the journey proved a bad one.
However I, Kintup, have prepared the five hundred
logs according to the order of the late Captain
Harman and am prepared to throw fifty logs per day
into the Tsangpo from Bipung in Pemakö, from the
5th to the 15th of the tenth Tibetan month of the year
called Chhuluk, of the Tibetan calculation.
Secure in the knowledge that he had given himself
enough time to return to the kind Abbott and work off
the 50 rupees he had been ransomed for and still be able
to go to the hidden cave and throw the logs at the rate of
50 a day into the Tsangpo, KP hiked all the 250 up-and-
down miles back to the monastery.
He worked there with his customary devotion for the
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next ten months. Pleased beyond belief with KP, the
Abbott agreed to set him free once and for all.
It was now the tenth Tibetan month of the yearChhuluk.
KP’s memory recalled the hidden routes that led him
straight to the cave. Carrying the logs back to the
Tsangpo, he tossed them in, 50 a day, for ten days.
Confident that his letter, sent ten months ago to
Darjeeling, would have alerted someone at Sadiya to look
out for the logs, KP stayed back in the village and found
work as a tailor. He needed money for the long haul
back to India.
It was a few months before KP, mission accomplished
and burdened now only with the salt he would need to
pay as rent for shelter along the way, headed
downstream — straight into Abor territory.
The Abors, militantly territorial tribes, seldom let anyone
pass through their areas. They were the reason the
British could not come up the Tsangpo from Assam;
they were also the reason sophisticated British troops
that attempted a pass armed with elephant howitzers
were decimated. The Abors were universally feared.
KP, alone and unarmed, was headed straight for them
with one trump card: salt.
Salt was scarce in the hilly regions – it was a product of
the Tibetan plateau, and extremely valuable. The people
of the hills usually bartered a few sacks of rice for a
sack of salt. KP knew he had something the Abors
would want.
Buying hospitality at the rate of one handful of salt per
member in the house he sheltered in, KP pushed through
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village after Abor village. One day, the inevitable
happened – he was taken hostage.
Ever the explorer-surveyor, KP kept his eyes and ears
open through this third incarceration. He later recounted
how the tribe wore next to nothing even in fierce winds
and biting cold, and how they ate snakes and tigers and
bears and fought neighboring tribes for territory.
Finally, he had to part with his savings in exchange for
freedom. Now out of salt and out of money but free
again, KP decided that persisting through more Abor
territory would be foolhardy. The only way out was to
take the long way home: to Lhasa first and then to
Sikkim and finally Darjeeling – an arduous trek, but the
only viable option open to him.
November 1884, Darjeeling:
Four years after leaving India with the treacherous
Lama, KP reached home to an avalanche of bad news.
His mother had died in the intervening years.
Worse yet, the Sikkimese Kazi’s wife had gotten delayed
on her way back and KP’s letter had not reached GMN
(Nem Singh) or anyone in the Survey in time.
No one had been stationed at Sadiya to watch out for his
500 logs as they sailed past, and onwards to the Bay of
Bengal.
Crushed, KP nevertheless faithfully dictated the story of
his four years of trials, tribulations, discovery, and data
to another Lama from the Survey. He then went back to
Darjeeling, to eke out a living in a tailor’s shop in
Darjeeling and occasionally to accompany expeditions
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into the mountains.
His Tsangpo account was disregarded (he was, after all,
not a trained surveyor), and lay forgotten under layers of
dust for thirty years.
May 1914, Simla, Survey of India office:
Bailey listened in rapt attention as KP recounted the story
of his misadventures along the Tsangpo in graphic,
minute detail. The young British officer had just returned
from those very same places, and could verify KP’s
account.
Having used KP’s notes, especially those on the Abors,
on subsequent expeditions, some well-regarded people in
the Survey concluded that in spite of his illiteracy, here
was a man intelligent and perceptive beyond measure,
with a memory to die for.
Bailey succeeded in persuading the Survey to pay their
now-thrilled tailor-spy 1000 rupees. A few months later
Kintup a.k.a. KP passed away.
The Tsangpo still thunders down a constriction 18,000
ft deep, just as it had all those hundreds of years ago
when KP stood staring up at the spurs in awe. Few have
seen it in that avatar, and almost no one has been able to
chase it all the way. It continues to keep its secrets,
defying all attempts to decode it as it hurtles down from
the roof of the world.
The only man who ever came close to tracing its route
and learning its secrets, and whose Herculean attempt
was foiled by one letter gone astray, is now a footnote in
the river’s history.
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