Alarming indication on Monsoon delay

Dams are drying up in Kerala
Kerala to suffer load shedding soon

Kerala witnesses a rainfall deficiency of 48% from June 1 to July 3, an absence of monsoon after exacerbating and the historic flood last august. Water levels in most reservoirs depletes is inching to dead shortage. Rivers are drying up fast; sand beds are been surfaced, sudden drying-up of wells and a dip in groundwater levels have staring down the barrel of water crisis. The water level in Idukki reservoir on Saturday plummeted to 2,305 ft on record of 44 ft decline from the level recorded on the same day last year. Due to power crisis restrictions could become inevitable.

Power generation is decreasing or remaining stagnant as days pass therefore power restrictions may be implemented unless the monsoon makes a comeback on July with enough rain. It is planned to curb power supply during regular intervals. KSEB warns that there could be a crisis if monsoon gets delayed.

The storage level in Kerala’s largest dam (Idukki) is just 12.93% and power generation is 8.843 million units (mu). The reservoir level on Tuesday was at 2,304 ft against the full reservoir level is 2,403 ft. Wayanad has the highest rainfall deficiency at 65% followed by Idukki (58%) and Kasaragod (54%). The water level in our reservoirs has dipped to the maximum drawdown level. Government is managing the situation with the 3 feet water remaining in Idukki reservoir. KSEB warns that there could be a crisis if monsoon gets delayed.

We see our neighboring Tamil Nadu battling on water crisis but still we are not ready to solve the upcoming water scarcity. If the situation moves on like this Kerala may plunge into darkness.

S Gopika Jayan

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