The Deluge and After
by
Dr. K. L. Chowdhury
I
read about the flooding of Kashmiri Pandit Refugee
Camps on the night of 19th August from
a Jammu-based news paper. There were accounts of
KP leaders and a cabinet minister of the state
having visited the camps on the next morning and
promised all help on an emergency footing. Next
day I received phone calls from camp inmates that
the flood victims were in need of medical aid.
That prompted me to lead a medical team of
Shriya
Bhatt
Mission
Hospital
and
Research
Center
to Mishriwalla ‘Migrant’ Camp to take stock of
the health and living conditions of the camp
inmates ravaged by floods. We went there on the 21st
August and spent the whole morning and
afternoon in the camp.
It
was Saturday and the place looked barren. We saw
depressed faces around us. A
few inmates took us round the camp dwellings
affected by the flood in order to get a general
feel of the place and people and to make an on the
spot verification of the extensive damage wrought
to the belongings including the bedding, floor
matting, electrical equipment, books and other
utilities.
Mishriwalla
Camp is situated in a desolate suburb about 15
kilometers from the city on the left of the Jammu-Akhnoor
highway. It is a craggy landscape from where the
earth is being gouged out to provide raw material
for the brick kilns that dot the whole
neighbourhood and pump the effluent and smoke into
the vicinity polluting the atmosphere. The refugee
camp comprises a number of one-room tenements
built in rows and separated by narrow lanes on a
ground that slopes down towards a small stream
that runs in the hinterland and feeds the fields
of Mishriwalla from the
Ranbir
Canal
. There are two public utility toilet blocks
adjacent to a bund that separates the fields and
the stream from the refugee camp. These latrines
cater to the needs of the refugee camp .
The
flood waters had come from this swollen stream and
the open fields. The swirling waters had run over
the bund and through the public toilets and
latrines, spilling excreta on the ground and
carrying it through the narrow lanes and along the
drains inside the rooms where the water had risen
to a level of three to four feet.
A
camp inmate related his horror when he woke up at
about
2 AM
and found himself in a waterlogged bed. He stood
up and saw the room filled with water. The water
was madly gushing in from his door and finding its
way into the kitchen. His pots and pans were
floating, the inverter and gas stove had sunk, his
one month ration of food grains, pulses,
condiments etc had disappeared under the water. He
shouted aloud in pain and disbelief. When he
opened the door he was horrified to find the
tenements sunk half way in a sea of water. By that
time the neighbourhood was up and people were
shouting, calling for help, running amok, and not
knowing where to turn. It was a long long night of
horror.
The
deluge had caused total damage to the beddings and
matting, destroyed the pantries, caused short
circuit of electric gadgets, and damaged other
household utilities. Nearly 125 one-room tenements
had come under the spell of the swirling water,
adversely affecting more than a thousand inmates.
We
walked through the smell and stench that has
enveloped the locality. The whole place was rife
with mosquitoes, flies and other vermin. The water
had receded, leaving the rooms damp and smelling.
The dark and dingy tenements have turned into hell
holes from the heat and humidity and lack of
ventilation. Inside these inhospitable dungeons
people sweated, sweltered and sighed. There was no
one to wipe tears.
The
inmates were still in a state of shock from the
calamity. Their bedding was wet or unusable. They
were assembling the remains of their earthly
possessions and trying to rebuild their lives.
Wading
through the heavily contaminated flood waters has
caused extensive skin infections and allergies.
Almost all the inmates of the affected segment of
the refugee camp were scratching, oozing pus and
blood from the skin infections.
A
large number of them have also contracted a highly
contagious eye infection. The patients present a
picture of swollen, angry red and lacrimating
eyes. It looks like a viral conjunctivitis and is
spreading fast in the camp in an epidemic. I hope
it is not one of the viruses that have a potential
to cause neurological complications in these
patients.
Many
inmates were in acute panic state, others were
recovering from heat exhaustion and fatigue
syndrome by the physical effort of trying to
retrieve what is left of their belongings from the
deluge. Yet, others were hoarse from shouting.
When one of them asked me to write a medicine for
his hoarseness and I advised him to give rest to
his voice, he grumbled, “We did not know what to
do when we saw ourselves marooned. We just shouted
and kept shouting for help. Besides, so many of
them, leaders and ministers, have been coming
here, and we have to repeat the same story over
and over again. They come with false promises and
politicize our tragedy, making a mockery of our
travails. It seems they are all deaf and we have
been shouting ourselves hoarse in vain.” I had
no answer.
We
were informed that a no help had arrived from any
source. Some government officials had followed the
minister’s visit and gone round the place but
were not impressed nor convinced that there was
much damage, because by that time the flood water
had receded and the inmates had cleaned and dried
up what was left of their beddings and dwellings.
Neither has any team of doctors been sent by the
government to attend to their health problems.
With that any hope that the administration would
come to their rescue has evaporated.
I
was besieged by hundreds of sick patients whom I
examined on the roadside under the shade of a
tree, all those whose health has been directly or
indirectly impacted by the catastrophe as well as
other chronic and acutely ill patients in the
camp. It was a heart-wrenching experience.
Then
we went visiting each of the affected families to
find to our horror the wretched living conditions
of our brethren. There are rooms that have never
seen the light of day like catacombs harboring
people in a pathetic state of health who look more
dead than alive. Tenement number 534 presented a
horrific picture. We entered through a corridor
lit by an eerie light diffusing from a small green
skylight that gave a somber look as it led us
inside a dark room sans windows or ventilators. A
huge water cooler in a corner was vainly blowing
hot air directed at a dark complexioned wasted
figure with a swollen tummy lying on a wet
mattress on the floor. Mrs. Omkar Nath - that was
the name of the figure - could barely speak with
her feeble voice, her hands tremulous, her feet
edematous, her cheeks hollow, and her eyes sunken.
She begged for the final release. She was
suffering from terminal liver disease.
Her son, a lowly employee in the police
department related the tale of woe, how they were
eight members cramped in that hole. He looked a
pale shadow of what a police man should look like.
Veena
in nearby tenement number 530, and her husband
Kanaya Lal, almost dragged me into their cheerless
room. The pair was still flood-shocked and
hysterical. She was trembling and torn with
anxiety. They had lost their belongings to the
flood and greatly in need of material and moral
help. I examined her on the bare floor and did all
I could to comfort the couple.
Sangeeta
led me to her home 528. The floor had been washed
of the flood trail of mud and filth. There was
nothing except
the remains of the depredation left behind by the
receding waters in that room where she lead a
spartan existence with her family off the pittance
that the government provides as dole.
It
was distressing to witness the same story in each
room we visited. Malnutrition, anemia,
osteoporosis, vitamin deficiencies, etc. are
rampant in the camp inmates. Chronic respiratory
disease because of the environmental pollution
from the brick kilns and the overcrowding is
common. There is widespread disease, depression
and despair.
Because
of the contamination of all the filth from gutters
and toilets there is a looming danger of the
outbreak of water-borne disease like cholera,
gastroenteritis, typhoid, hepatitis, as well as
insect-borne disease like malaria and dengue
fever.
We
picked up a team of social activists on the spot
form amongst the camp inmates. I have tasked them
to prepare a list of all the sick patients.
Special medical camps will be held for them and
all arrangements made to carry them to and from
our mission hospital at Durga Nagar for
examination and treatment. We will also hold a
dermatology camp to take care of the skin
infections.
Virji
Bhat, Roopji Pandita, Jawahar Lal, Chandji, and
Vinodji who comprised my visiting medical team
were joined
on the following day by Adarsh Ajit, Romesh Raina,
and
Rajesh
Dhar to effect the distribution of chemical
disinfectants and to provide a liberal supply of
chlorines tablets for water purification,
antibiotic eye drops and skin ointments and
lotions for each of the 125 families affected.
The
whole team will stay in touch with the camp
inmates to oversee the other projects of
healthcare delivery that we will embark upon. They
will also visit other refugee camps affected by
the flash floods.
I
wonder if the Sate government will ever reverse
its policy of apartheid, shed its apathy, and
treat the Kashmir Pandit refugees as children of
the State. The media are not interested in the
news about these forgotten people living on the
fringes of society. The refugees languishing in
Mishriwalla, Purkhoo and other camps are waiting
for the national conscience to awaken.
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