Economy of The Kongu Region
Kodumanal was a 2,500-year-old industrial estate discovered in Kongu Nadu.
Kongu Nadu is the most industrialised and prosperous region in Tamil Nadu. The economy of the Kongu region can be attributed mainly to the following fields/industries.
- Agriculture/Milk – the whole of Kongu Nadu
- Aluminium - Salem
- Automobiles – Coimbatore, Karur, Namakkal, Tiruchengode, Erode, Hosur
- Cement - Salem, Sankagiri, Coimbatore
- Education – Coimbatore, Namakkal. Erode, Tiruchengode
- Paper – Karur, Pallipalayam, Erode
- Poultry – Namakkal
- Pump and Wet grinder – Coimbatore
- Sago – Salem
- Steel – Salem, Mettur
- Textiles – Coimbatore, Tirupur, Erode, Karur, Tiruchengode, Kangeyam, Salem
- Turmeric – Erode (largest market in South India), Gobichettipalayam
- White Silk – Gobichettipalayam – first automated Silk reeling unit in India
- -Dharmapuri.
Kongu Nadu has the highest urban proportion in the State and contributes 2/3 of the Tamilnadu's State revenue.
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