Floods
Musi river was the cause of frequent flood devastation of Hyderabad city till the early decades of 20th Century. On Tuesday 28 September 1908 Hyderabad witnessed disastrous floods of the River Musi, flowing through the city. In one day, 17 inches of rainfall was recorded and the water level at Afzalgunj was about 11 feet (3.4 m) high and in some other places it was even higher. These floods shattered the life of the people living in Hyderabad. The modern era of the development of the twin cities began soon after these floods in AD 1908. This necessitated planned development of the city in a phased manner.
SYED AZAM HUSSAINI submitted his report on October 1, 1909, with recommendations on preventing a recurrence of floods and also improving civic amenities. Nizam VII constituted a City Improve Trust in 1912. He built a flood control system on the river to prevent the flooding. A dam was built in 1920 across the river, ten miles (16 km) upstream from the city called Osman Sagar. In 1927 another reservoir was built on Esi (tributary of Musi) and named Himayat Sagar. These lakes prevented the flooding of the River Musi and are major drinking water sources for Hyderabad city.
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