By Mahesh Zagade (Former IAS )
The Day It Rained Death
On July 26, 2005, the heavens tore open over Mumbai, unleashing a torrential fury—944 millimetres of rain in less than 24 hours. The city, known for its resilience, stumbled, choked, collapsed, and ultimately, bled. But let us be clear: the hundreds who perished that day were not victims of rain. They were not martyrs to monsoon. They were not, as the state would lazily term them, “casualties of natural calamity.”
No.
They were victims of unnatural negligence, institutional incompetence, and administrative hubris. They died not because it rained, but because the system refused to plan for what had always been inevitable. This is not nature’s crime. It is man’s sin.
Twenty years have passed since that black day, and what have we learned? Nothing. And that is perhaps the most dangerous lesson of all.
Concrete in the Arteries of the Earth
Rain, by its nature, is not a destroyer. For millennia, it has been the harbinger of life, the rhythm of renewal. It descends from the sky, seeks the path of least resistance, and flows — through rivulets, brooks, and streams — to the rivers, and finally, to the sea. In this grand and harmonious orchestra of nature, man was once merely a quiet spectator.
But not anymore.
In the last two centuries, and with brutal acceleration in the past fifty years, we have choked every vein and artery of the earth with our greed. Natural water channels have been obliterated, streams silenced under roads, nullahs narrowed into cemented coffins, floodplains usurped by parking lots, and hills flattened to build high-rises that scrape the sky and scratch at fate.
And we dared to call this development.
In Mumbai, rivers were reduced to dirty slivers. The Mithi River — once a free-flowing, life-giving artery — was transformed into a gutter of sewage, hemmed in by unregulated construction, mindless reclamation, and plastic-choked drains. The stormwater drainage system, designed for an earlier century with far less rainfall and far fewer people, was neither upgraded nor maintained.
So when the clouds opened their belly on that July afternoon, it wasn’t a calamity. It was a reckoning.
Bureaucracy in Bed with Greed
Who stood between the citizens of Mumbai and the flood? Apathy. That monstrous, many-headed hydra that festers within government offices, thrives in circular files, and hides behind jargon. The municipal and metropolitan authorities, whose duty it was to safeguard the city from foreseeable disasters, had long abdicated that responsibility.
Their silence was bought, borrowed, or bartered.
Rules were bent, exceptions granted, land-use maps redrawn in back rooms. Builders, politicians, and complicit bureaucrats together formed an unholy trinity that prioritised square footage over square integrity. In this moral vacuum, safety was an afterthought, if a thought at all.
The very officers entrusted with enforcement of the law became its most cynical violators. They handed out clearances as if they were alms, not realising—or perhaps not caring—that every illegal slab of concrete was a nail in the city’s coffin.
I say this not from hearsay, but from experience. In my tenure as Municipal Commissioner of Pune and later as Metropolitan Commissioner of PMRDA, I consciously worked to prevent disasters—not merely manage them after they unfolded. I initiated city planning frameworks that respected the terrain, honoured the natural water flow, and integrated monsoon mitigation into urban design. It can be done. But only if administrators shed their indifference and embrace their duty with empathy and intellect.
Unfortunately, Mumbai’s administrators in 2005 did neither.
The Apathy of the Elected
And where were our elected representatives in all this?
Ah, they were there — on hoardings, in convoys, in ribbon-cutting ceremonies — mouthing populist platitudes while doing absolutely nothing of worth. Their brand of politics thrived on short-term visibility, not long-term viability. When questioned on the disaster, they were quick to point fingers at the rain, at climate change, at fate — at anything but themselves.
Let us ask this: What did these men and women do in the monsoon sessions of their legislative assemblies to demand real urban reform? What laws did they draft? What pressure did they exert on the executive arm to prepare the city?
None.
Because genuine reform requires courage. And they had none.
The same political class that supports slum encroachments for vote banks and greenlights dubious infrastructure projects for donations, was now wringing its hands and lamenting the wrath of the skies. It was the performance of a lifetime — crocodile tears for cameras while the waters claimed corpses.
Disaster “Management” – A Euphemism for Failure
There’s a seductive complacency in the phrase “Disaster Management”. It implies that the disaster is a freak event — unpreventable, untameable — and that all one can do is manage it.
Rubbish.
Real leadership lies not in managing disaster but preventing it. Yet, this distinction is lost on most administrators. They stock sandbags after the flood, buy rubber dinghies once the waters rise, and distribute compensation cheques to the bereaved as if that could ever replace a lost child.
In 2005, Mumbai’s disaster “response” was not just late; it was lethargic, ill-coordinated, and wholly inadequate. Hospitals were overwhelmed. Roads became rivers. Communication collapsed. Relief was sporadic. Panic was pervasive.
Contrast this with my experience in Nashik district, where, anticipating heavy rainfall, I ordered controlled release of water from dams well before the monsoon peaked. When the deluge arrived, our reservoirs absorbed the surplus, thereby averting a major calamity. That wasn’t luck. It was planning.
And if a district officer can do it with limited resources, what excuse does a mega-city like Mumbai have?
The Unburied Dead and the Buried Lessons
Twenty years have passed. The graves have aged. The headlines have faded. The files have gathered dust. But the lesson—if one had been learnt—should have remained etched in institutional memory. Instead, we seem poised to repeat the catastrophe.
What has changed in these two decades? The city has grown taller but more fragile. Glass towers stand where mangroves once breathed. Flyovers have risen where floodplains should lie. Policy remains ornamental, execution optional.
And the people? They have grown numb.
Some even romanticise the rains — the poetic despair of a drowning city. But poetry must never be mistaken for governance. Nostalgia is not policy.
This annual monsoon waltz, where citizens prepare for floods as they do for festivals, is a national disgrace. The death of preparedness is the death of civic dignity.
A Call to Action, A Warning to Power
This article is not a eulogy. It is a summons.
Let this 20th anniversary be more than a solemn memory. Let it be a turning point — where administrators remember their purpose, where planners rediscover science, and where elected representatives grow a spine.
Urban India, especially cities like Mumbai, cannot afford the luxury of denial any longer. Climate change will bring more rainfall, more unpredictability. Our margins of error are thinning.
We must build cities not just to impress the investor but to protect the inhabitant. City planning is not the domain of architects alone. It is a covenant — between nature, governance, and humanity.
A Personal Testament
I speak not merely as a former officer, but as a citizen who has held responsibility during monsoon’s fury. I have seen how a timely decision — grounded in science and empathy — can avert destruction. I have witnessed how urban systems respond when operated with discipline and foresight.
But I have also seen the other side — the rot, the callousness, the complicity. And I will not be silent about it.
Because silence is the bureaucrat’s most comfortable sin.
The Final Word
If after two decades, we still treat a 944 mm rainfall as a “shock,” then the real deluge is not outside. It is within — a flood of ignorance, irresponsibility, and institutional decay.
We must dam this internal flood. Or drown in it.
The monsoon will return.
What shall we do this time?
Wait again… to count the dead?
Or rise at last — to save the living?
– Mahesh Zagade
(Former IAS )
A servant of the Constitution. A witness to the storm. A voice for accountability.