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Monday, November 12, 2018

India Day 14 : Jodhpur - The Blue City

We left Jaipur yesterday to head 7 hours west into the increasingly arid desert to the beautiful city of Jodhpur. 

Jodhpur, is known as the 'Blue City' on account of the blue houses in its old town, and lies at the edge of the Thar Desert in western Rajasthan. This arid area, known as 'Marwar' or 'land of death', formerly had its capital located at Mandore, some eight kilometres north of here. As you might know, Jodhpur bears the same name as the riding breeches, which were named after its stylishly dressed inhabitants. I used to own a pair of black jhodpurs and wear them down The Bell in Kings Cross -  1980s fashion victim that I was!

This morning Stuart and I embarked on a bit of a tour of the region, which began at the incredible Mehrangarh Fort. This is one of the largest forts and probably one of the most imposing edifices in the whole of India.

The town was founded in 1459 by Rao Jodha, who built the imposing Mehrangarh Fort which towers above the houses far below. In earlier centuries, the rulers of Jodhpur ensured their own survival by marrying into the Mughal rulers' families. Unfortunately, the royal house suffered a bad turn of fate when they backed Shah Jehan in later years in a struggle for power  with his son, Aurangzeb, and their fortunes were reversed.

Steep and winding roads climb to the front and rear entrances of the fort, with many defensive structures built into the route. Nevertheless, the fort was taken by, in succession, the Moghuls, the Marathas and (as you may know!) the British. 

The palace interiors showed incredibly elaborate filigree work in sandstone, and the trappings of an aristocratic life were well displayed. On the road up to the fort was the Jaswant Thada, a dazzling white marble cenotaph to Maharaja Sardar Singh, who died in 1899. Perhaps the most memorable sight from the fort though was the vista over the surrounding plains, and one of the most obvious landmarks visible from the battlements is the Umaid Bhawan. Finished in 1945, and presently a hotel under the management of the Taj group, the palace was possibly the last great building created in India before the maharaja had to cede his property to the new nation. Designed by the Royal Institute of Architects, the palace was a job creation project for 3,000 of the maharaja's subjects, who were suffering from the effects of successive droughts which began in 1923. The superbly styled building is a resonating statement of wealth and power. 

The Chokelao Bagh was opened by the Mehrangarh Museum Trust and is the only garden within the Mehrangarh Fort. Designed in 1739 by Maharaja Abhai Singh, the garden has three terraces, each with different themes. In the garden is the Batman Well. Why is it called the Batman Well? Well, they filmed one of the Batman films here and used the well as the setting for the boy Bruce Wayne falling down it. It’s not all high-brow culture here folks!

From the fort, we walked down into the 'Blue City' itself via a cobbled stone path. We were aiming to explore the central bazaar near the ornate clock tower. 

Once in town, we were lucky enough to get to see four largely undiscovered areas of the old city - Brahmpuri, Nav Choukiya, Sarafa Bazaar and Katla. Brahmpuri is the settlement of the Brahmins; their blue houses are packed together along narrow streets. We discovered some historic temples and shrines, as well as a stagnant pond and a few ancient wells, which are still used today. Nav Choukiya is a bustling square in the heart of the Old City that has been a popular meeting place for many centuries. Local villagers in vibrant dress congregate here to find work, old men sip chai (super sweet tea with ginger) and play cards. Gangshyam Ji Ka Mandir is a lively temple dedicated to Lord Krishna. This is a Bhakti temple where the devotees initiate the prayers, which take place six times a day. The temple was alive with beautiful chanting. Outside, we watched gold and silversmiths working traditionally in their small shops. 

Katla is a market where everything from household items to vegetables and jewellery is sold. Achal Nath Ji Ka Mandir is a temple maintained by Naga Sadus and dedicated to Lord Shiva. 

After a quick stop fir some tea we headed away from Jhodpur city to some of the outlying settlements to discover something of the way of life of different peoples in the surrounding area. We had heard it was worth trying to find some of the region’s many tribal groups. 

Among the two tribes we found were the Rabari and the Bishnoi. The Rabari are stock-herding nomads from the area of Gujarat. In recent years, as the world has turned its attention to environmental matters, the Bishnoi, too have become of interest. Guided by their founding guru, the Bishnoi live by 29 principles, which include protection and propagation of trees, and the effective use of water and the land on which they depend to grow food. 

In the village we saw the deep-water wells needed to foster life in this arid area, a few of the more unusual customs, the weaving and building methods, and got a sense of security in communities. We also saw some of the social problems which they, too, experience. Not least caused by the increasing dry weather. The water is running out. Climate change is clearly evident here.

On a lighter note, it was a treat watching one of the elders perform a traditional opium ceremony. Naturally we stayed upwind of it though!

So it was a day showing us the opulent wealth of the past, the more simple life of the tribes, and what the future might hold for us all.

We like Jhodpur. We really do. 






















Sunday, November 11, 2018

India Day 13 : Block And Chop

Forts, palaces, and temples are all well and good but sometimes you need to consider more earthly things. So today Stuart and I thought we’d dig a little deeper into earthbound domestic Indian life. Specifically we thought we’d try and find out a bit more about two things in particular - Indian clothes and Indian food. Firstly, we thought we’d try and discover how some of the amazingly colourful designs on the shirts, scarves, and sarees we have seen on our trip are created. And secondly, maybe try and find out how some of scrumpy food we have been eating in India is prepared. And maybe even have a go at it ourselves. I mean, how hard can it be? [Spoiler Alert: Very!]

So in the morning we set off in search of the famous Bagru village near Jaipur to investigate how the beautiful fabric dying and block printing is done. And in the evening we were to find a family who graciously said they needed some help preparing, chopping and stirring the Saturday night family dinner. Lucky them!

As I mentioned, Bagru is well renowned for its hand printed clothing industry, with simple designs using uncomplicated techniques and earthy shades of natural dye. Chippa Mohalla, or printer's quarter, at Bagru turned out to be the ideal place to watch the block printers at work and see the hand block printing process up close, from the making of natural dyes and printing inks, to the finished fabrics drying in the sun.

The first place we came to, a boy was perched on a stool. We watched as the fifteen year old boy under the tutorage of his father chisel away at a block of wood - teak - to produce a unique block design. He had it look so easy but one slip and he would have to start afresh. Sometimes the designs are traditional ones. Sometimes they are new ones, send by email and the JPG files printed out. The chiselling certainly looked like artistic yet laborious and time consuming work. The block the boy was working on was about 9” by 4”, would take two days to carve, and, so his father said, was the basis of a repeating pattern destined for a saree. Such skill. Such patience.

Then we visited the dying sheds. Various colourful concoctions were brewing away in vats and tubs - indigo flowers from Australia for the purples, old iron horseshoes mixed with molasses for the blacks, and when the sugar beet yellow was mixed with the blacks and alum powder a vibrant red was produced. Ferrous oxide, ferric oxide, memories of colour chemistry from my school years came rolling back. First a mud mixture was used to screen areas on the silks and cottons, then the wooden blocks were used to print the repeated designs, the cloth was soaked in the vibrant dyes to colour the fabric background, and finally the whole lot was fixed using pomegranate flowers in boiling water. Then the finished product was dried for 4 hours in the sun.  

Repeated printing, soaking, boiling, fixing, and drying in the sun added more and more layers of colour until the desired finish was produced. Beautiful.

It was great to witness the process from start to finish, the marriage of art and craft, and to see the finished products display so much beauty. This tradition is certainly still alive and healthy in India. In this village alone 150 families practice it. 

We had a bit of a go at block printing ourselves too but of course made a complete horlicks of it. We joked afterwards, “your job is safe from us!” The head printer smiled sweetly. He knew it was. 


Then it was time for food. In the evening we found a local family who were patient and trusting enough of us to let us into their home to show us how they cooked a family meal. There English was good enough so they could intervene at the right points so we didn’t completely screw things up and poison the entire household. 

Cooking is a great way to interact with people and we first spent some time getting to know our hosts before they allowed us near their dinner. Luckily the weather was good so the cooking was all al fresco. 

It was quite exciting as they showed us various preparation techniques and we learned which spices and ingredients go into making some of the best and most popular Indian dishes. By the end of night we had picked up a few cooking tips to take home. And learned that there is no such thing as ‘just a little curry’. 

After the prep and cooking we relaxed as our hosts served our creations as a thali so we could all enjoy an Indian meal together. We even we offered some Old Mink rum to wash it down. 

They were super nice and very complimentary about our contribution to the cooking. “Not as good as yours,” we said. “Your job as head cook is safe!” The lady of the house smiled sweetly. She knew it was. 

Great day. Great fun. But from now on, we will leave it to the experts. 

My block printing is haphazard at best. And my cooking? Well, my cooking is normally in three phases. 
1. Prepare the food
2. Serve the food
3. Bury the dead

(Thank you Dorothy Parker)























Saturday, November 10, 2018

India Day 12 : Jaipur - The Pink City




Today Stuart  and I exploded Jaipur  - the pink city. 

Magnificent though it is, Jaipur was only built quite recently, in 1727. The then king Sawai Jai Singh had decided that his then capital city Amber was too small so wanted to build a new, bigger one. He started from scratch and chose a spot 11km away. So Jaipur was born. Only the king had a vision. A vision that involved the solar system. And a special number. 

The new city was to be planned, built as a grid. He instructed the roads to be 108 feet wide, the side roads 54 feet wide, the narrow passages 27 feet wide. Why these widths? Well, try adding 1+8?, 5+4? 2+7? Yes, the king was obsessed with the number 9. Why? Well, he knew there were 9 planets (as was) in the solar system. He built 3x3 (yes 9) blocks in his new city too. And ordered the construction of the world’s largest astronomical clock in the Jantar Mantar observatory, next door. 

The observatory had an epic sun dial to beat all others. It is huge. It is accurate to within 2 seconds. In addition, he constructed a dozen other structures which fix the position of the sun in each of the astrological signs. Astrology has always played an important part in Hindu life and is still used today before any business, political or marriage arrangement is undertaken.

A glittering palace was built in the new city too that to this day houses a textile museum, armoury and art gallery, with some stunning pictures showing the pageantry and pomp of life as an aristocrat. 

Nearby The Hawa Mahal, or 'Palace of the Winds', was then built adjacent to the main road between the old and new capitals. The five storey structure was built in 1799 for the women of the royal entourage to observe the pageants passing along the streets below. The building is only one room deep and therefore only serves as a façade, rather than a palace.

In took 10 years but eventually the king’s solar system based city and its surrounding structures were eventually completed. 

Fast foreword 150 years, and the king’s great grand son was now in charge. Tye British ruled India and in order to welcome the then Prince of Wales from the UK in 1876 he ordered the city to be painted pink. 

So to this day, Sawai Jai Singh’s city is known at the pink city. And pink is still the main colour in town. 

After checking out all the pink places, we did get to visit the original capital’s Amber Fort Palace too though. The cream coloured battlements there surmount a rugged ridge of the Aravalli hills, overlooking a large lake below. The fortress was built in the 16th century and comprises hundreds of now empty chambers, dungeons, servants' quarters, halls of private and public audience and delightful enclosed gardens with simple but charming water features. A labyrinth of passages connect the various sections of the palaces, leading you along raised passageways, through a glittering hall of silver mirrors and emerging into stunning belvederes. Near the entrance to the palace is a small temple devoted to the goddess Kali, with solid silver doors. 

Sadly about fifty elephants are still used to transport tourists up to the Amber Palace from the town below. We looked on in horror as tourist after tourist mounted these magnificent beasts’ backs . Despicable practice. 

So we left, and finished off our day by returning to Jaipur to take a ride through the city as nature had intended. By bicycle rickshaw. At least our cycle driver had a choice. A choice he chose to exercise - he made Stuart and I cycle part the way! 





















 

Friday, November 09, 2018

India Day 11 : Diwali



Diwali is one of India’s biggest festivals. Diwali means ‘rows of lighted lamps’. And true to form Stuart and I have certainly seen a lot of said pretty glowing lamps recently. 

But it's not just lamps - there is also plenty of other chintz. Tacky tinsel on tractors, flashing plastic statues by the score, and cows decorated with finger paint, fairy lights, and necklaces. No one escapes. 

Oh and fireworks; lots and lots of fireworks! 

In fact we can confirm that reports of a 'firework smog' should not just restricted to Delhi (a BBC has an interesting article on this) but also Jaipur.  https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-46138064 

For Diwali Hindus light up their homes and shops, to welcome the goddess Lakshmi, to give them good luck for the year ahead. A few days before Ravtegh, which is the day before Diwali, houses, buildings, shops and temples are thoroughly cleaned, whitewashed and decorated with pictures, toys and flowers. On the day of Diwali, people put on their best clothes and exchange greetings, gifts and sweets with their friends and family. At night, buildings are illuminated with earthen lamps, candle-sticks and electric bulbs. Sweets and toy shops are decorated to attract the passers-by. The bazaars and-streets are overcrowded. People buy sweets for their own families and also send them as presents to their friends and relatives. At night, the goddess Lakshmi, is worshiped in the form of earthen images. Hindus believe that on this day, Lakshmi enters only the houses which are neat and tidy. People offer prayers for their own health, wealth and prosperity. They leave the light on in buildings believing that Lakshmi will find no difficulty in finding her way in.

Some of the decorations are pretty gaudy though. What with the cheap plastic icons, the flashing LED lights, and dangerous firecrackers flying off in all directions - well, I’m not 100% sure if Lakshmi would exactly approve! 

Things sure step-up a bit after sundown. We sat on a rooftop bar overlooking the city around 8pm and the whole building shook. 

With the number of fireworks going off and firecrackers in the street below, you would think it was either the start of World War Three, or the fabric of reality was being torn asunder and Beelzebub and all his minions were spewing forth from Hell with the stench of sulphur, the heat of brimstone, and fury of ages to light up the sky with fire and thunder. Yes, it was that loud.

We loved it though. Firework smog and all. 









Thursday, November 08, 2018

India Day 10 : Tiger Feet

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,  
In the forests of the night;  
What immortal hand or eye,  
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 

Stuart’s and my next stop was Ranthambhore Kothi - a game lodge right by the Ranthambhore National Park. We had come to see the park’s Project Tiger conservation work. And maybe spot a tiger or two. Please?

"Despite being a relatively small park", our guide explained, "Ranthambhore has a rich diversity of fauna and flora. The park is a good place to see various deer including spotted deer, barking deer and chinkara or Indian gazelles, as well as a wide variety of birdlife." 

Ok, but would we see any tigers?

"The park's deciduous forests are characteristic examples of the type of jungle found in Central India," he continued. "Other fauna include the Indian leopard, nilgai, wild boar, sambar, striped hyena, sloth bear, southern plains gray langur, rhesus macaque, mugger crocodile and chital."

Yes, yes, but would we see any tigers?!

"Tigers can be easily spotted even in the daytime," he finally said. 

Ooh. Goody. 

By one estimate, between 1875 and 1925 alone, some 80,000 tigers were killed in India. Bounty and sports hunting were rampant - kings and officials killed tigers in their thousands, using guns, spears, nets, traps and poison. By the 1960s the number of tigers had dwindled precipitously. So Project Tiger was set up by the Indian government in 1973. 

Initially it had only limited success. The poachers would still bribe locals so they could continue to set traps. A stark report 15 years ago showed the numbers had fallen to just about 1,800 individuals and extinction was a distinct possibility. Massive investment was needed. And came. The trend has been reversed and now with some 3,000 beasts, India is home to 60% of the world's tigers. This is a major conservation success. And long may it continue. 

Ranthambhore National Park is especially well known for its Bengal tigers conservation work, and is a popular place in India to see these animals in their natural jungle habitat. The visitors fees pay for that work. The guides are all locals - which was a canny move by the park. These days the poachers get driven off if they come snooping around. Luckily there's more money in tourism than dwindling whisker, teeth, and coat bounty. 

So it was an early start today as we got picked up to embark on our first morning game drive. It was a bumpy affair hanging on for dear life in the back of an open top jeep. 

The entire forest is peppered with the battlements of the Ranthambhore Fort, where tigers are said to frequent the ruins. 

We kept our binoculars pinned to our faces on the look out. 

Sadly, after three hours, all we had seen were tiger foot prints. Tiger feet. 

Still, there was always the afternoon game drive to try our luck...

...

...

...well. No tigers. Booo! But I guess that just goes to show how rare they are and far the conservation has to go. Maybe if we come back in another 15 years we will see Tiggers bounce, bounce, bouncing around everywhere. 

We did see the equally rare Indian leopard though. So 'see a big cat in India' is a tick!
























Wednesday, November 07, 2018

India Day 9 : The Trains



Leaving Agra behind us Stuart and I headed west. Our aim was to connect with the Jan Shatabdi Express at Bharatpur Junction to get to Sawai Madhopur.   

The route between Agra and Bharatpur is a well-travelled highway, threading through good agricultural land where wheat and other grains are common. En route, the highway passes very close to Fatehpur Sikri. Fatehpur Sikri lies approximately 40 kilometres away from Agra, just outside the border of Rajasthan on the road to Jaipur. This abandoned capital city of the Emperor Akbar lies at the edge of the great plains where successive battles determined the course of India's history. The city took 8 years to build, but was only occupied for 14 years until, in 1586, Akbar was forced by a lack of water supplies to move back to Agra. The main palace buildings are intact, although much of the original city structure is in ruins as the locals have used the stones for building new dwellings. The richness of the architectural detail in the hall of private audience, or the five-storied Panch Mahal, was well worth the trip.   

Then on to catch our train at Bharatpur.  

We had heard lots of stories about Indian trains - the smell, the chaos, the over-crowding...  the unrequested massage! So we weren't expecting a good experience. 

However we were pleasanlntly surprised to discover that Indian trains are actually quite charming and a real adventure. It’s chaos, yes, but organised chaos and everything seems to work like clockwork - albeit clockwork from an 1850s grandfather clock.  

We had two minutes after the train stopped at the station to scramble aboard and find our seats. It was noisy joyous, and great fun.