Once upon a time, there was Twice Upon a Time.
In 1987, entrepreneur Bina Ramani “discovered” Hauz Khas Village, as she recalls in one of her Instagram posts, and soon afterwards opened a boutique of that name there.
The South Delhi place then was still very much a village. In no time, others followed. Shoppers came from elsewhere in Delhi. Boutiques, galleries, studios, cafés and restaurants moved into village houses. Hauz Khas Village became the place to see and be seen. Indeed, per a villager in his 60s, there was a time when there was no electricity in the village. Wooden poles stood along the lanes, and every evening a man came to light kerosene lamps fixed to them. He returned the next morning to put them out. Back then, village landowners cultivated the surrounding khet for crops. Chana was grown in winter, jwar and bajra in summer. There were mud houses. A panchayat building on the main street also served as a primary school. It was demolished some years ago. A nearby Hanuman temple survives, renovated in recent years. Local lore goes further back. His two sons, unable to manage the estate, invited a Jat family from neighbouring Shahpur Jat, offering them a third of the land. The family had only recently arrived in the Delhi region from Alwar in Rajasthan. Over the generations, it grew into dozens of branches in Hauz Khas Village. Gradually, the fields disappeared. And starting from the mid-1980s, concrete buildings rose. Village households who had once lived off the land began living off rent. Houses gained additional floors, and spaces were leased to shops, restaurants, boutiques, galleries, and studios. Rooms went to lodgers, once mostly artists and students. Many of these rooms are now more furnished than ever, enjoying their latest avatar as Airbnb stays. The most prized among these overlook Hauz Khas’s centuries-old monuments and/or its smelly hauz, or lake. Before running water reached homes, women walked here with brass and earthen pots balanced on their heads. Laundry was washed here. Men and boys bathed here. A pair of bulls walked in circles, drawing water with a leather device called a charsa. Now, the well is dry. PS: The photo is from another year
The village has a few more months before it marks 40 years since it stopped being a village alone. Some 400 years ago, it says, a zamindar presided over the area.
At the village’s southern end survives a remnant of its earlier life: a well. Today, most are occupied by tourists and short-stay visitors.
