4th of May began for me before the dawn broke. The preceding night had one of those El Classico clashes in Spain which meant that I was fresh from another late night vigil in front of my vintage television set which keeps my passion of football rolling on every weekend. The clock had just struck 3.00 am and I was busy packing for a wedding I had to attend .Typically I was in a confused and agitated state, whi

ch happens whenever I am at this task of packing for a trip. One eye was on the clock which kept ticking over to the deadline of 5.30 am that is when my cab would come to pick me up .I had to get aboard the Ranthambore Express and as the name would suggest, it was to take me to Rajasthan .The destination was Jaipur, once the capital of the Kacchawa Kings now the capital of the state of Rajasthan After a journey of around 10 hours the train started closing on the capital city where I was headed to. However the fact that I was venturing into the state which has the Great Indian Thar Desert spanning across the majority of its geographical area was quite evident significantly before that. Only hours after the journey had started the trees started changing their texture. Gradually they faded in numbers and gave way to the bushes and shrubs. In this dry land whenever the train went past a small station you could see men clad in the colourful turbans which you have come to associate with this state of erstwhile royalty. Some fort like structures had already started appearing telling you that this was the land once ruled by the indomitable Rajputs.I saw one of these just as we left Sawai Madhopur. The only disappointment was that the wall of this small fortress was painted with an advertisement in yellow which ruined the monument’s sanctity. We are awestruck at the magnificent creations of Renaissance in Europe but seem to forget that every structure in our own backyard has a story of its own which needs to be preserved. As you step out and look at the main exit of the Jaipur railway station you get a glimpse of what this city would offer you. The architecture was very distinct and resembles any of the legacies of the actual pink city which stood some kilometers away .About 15 minutes down the line I had reached the hotel where I was to put up for next two days .It was time to get ready immediately and rush for the ring ceremony. The ceremony was different from what I had seen in marriages in my community and that was obvious .In India these ceremonies take different shapes and sizes from place to place. The evening was fun with a Rajasthani grandeur never experienced before by me. We rounded the evening with an act of gluttony as there was an assortment laid out to be relished. Jaipur is not one of those places where you would have to think hard about how to spend your day .It is the Pink City once ruled by the great Maharajas who have left their legacies behind .Modern day Jaipur is just like another town and you would wonder why it is called by its very famous nick name. You only realize it when you enter the actual Jaipur city which once thrived protected by walls all around it. There were “Pols” or what we now call gates from where we could enter the city. Now it puts on the colour pink and there are different shades of it. Indeed it was the Pink City .This is the first planned city and was developed by Jai Singh and hence its name Jaipur. The entire city is divided in blocks and if I remember correctly there are 8 of them .The streets are well planned and the cross at right angles .There is squares both big and small. This was sometime in 1700s and you look at some of our shabby urban development now. Our planners should take a leaf out of this erstwhile Maharaja’s book. So now we were in the market place and flanked by an array of shops .The fact that the rent for anyone of these is less than Rs 100 a month would send most of the people in Mumbai where I sit right now as I wait for a flight, into frenzy. However visiting one of the mahals in Jaipur is not that cheap and we must pay much more to enter them. The first one of them was the Hawa Mahal (In English it would be called as the Wind Palace I think!!).Built in 1799 AD this is a five storied building .The 5th storey is called the Hawa Mandir after which the palace has got its name. Some distance away from the Hawa Mahal is Jantar Mantar .This is a world heritage site. It is an epitome of the mastery our people had on their astrology. This place I suppose would be best enjoyed with a guide (just a hindsight as we chose not to take one).Taking a tour of this place without a professional guide was like admiring a book written in Chinese script. Having saved some money this place did not take a lot of our time .We were out of this place after a brief period of gazing at the architecture which helped the kings keep their time in this city .Also it was a more than decent backdrop for some photography. Up on a small hill was Amer Fort around 30 minutes away from Hawa Mahal .Here we did take a guide .Also on the menu was the Rajasthan Thali.I bet that this is the heaviest meal on this planet. This is the time when stomach really goes on an overdrive and all your senses ask you to slow down and take a breather .We all shared the thalis so the senses were very active even after we had finished the meal. This fort was a retreat as I remember being told by the guide. Sheesh Mahal is a fascinating portion of this fort. As the name suggests the walls are mounted with glass to reflect the light emanating from a source .The fort was another evidence of meticulous planning which went on behind a building’s architecture in that period .There were concepts of water management, air-conditioning etc which is a common place found in a lot of these palatial structures . Two places which we did not stop for was the Jal Mahal which is visible on the way to the Amer Fort. The island structure is a sight worth capturing. Also missed was the Nahargarh Fort which houses a big canon The time was running out .The sun had set and the sky had the orange haze .The day was not over as there was Johari Bazaar which had to be scanned .The place I would say is heaven for women. I would dare not go there .Though I did my purchase as I picked up short kurta which five minutes only. As it grew dark we needed to remind that there was a marriage to be attended and we were running late for it.

By Samanvay

I am a Marketer by profession. I love travel and exploring new places.There is a sense of freedom in every journey taken and and I would like to revel in as many of them in the time I am afforded. Sharing my experiences is what this blog is about.

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