Just a Thought: Six

What do you do when the world around believes in you but the mirror tells a totally different story

Spark

Spending some time in Narhat and Thanagazi, away from the hustle bustle of Bombay has given me time to think about where I’m heading and what I might possibly want from life. I haven’t even come close to answering those questions but what I’ve definitely felt is that there’s something missing from my life.

I mean I don’t really look forward to a lot of things and the usual energy and optimism I used to associate myself with is missing. There’s nothing I would put my life and energy into and that really upsets me. Not having the attachment, the passion or the desire to do that one single thing. I’m missing the happiness and high that one gets from working towards that single minded goal.

I really feel jealous of people who are madly passionate about something. It gives you a certain confidence and spark in life. It keeps you going and life doesn’t become monotonous. Yes, the spark is missing from my life and I hope I’m able to find it soon.

Yellow with a dash of Green and Blue

One of the ways to make the most of my stay in Rajasthan is to travel whenever possible and see as much of Rajasthan as possible. Keeping that in mind we decided to visit Jaisalmer over the weekend which is more than 12 hours away from Thanagazi.

During the never ending train journey I couldn’t help but see the huge tracks of barren land with some shrubs and trees growing on it. For miles and miles one could just see barren land till the horizon. It struck me that here lies a brilliant opportunity to generate solar energy in a place where unusable land and sunlight are in is in abundance. An energy starved India could do with whatever extra energy it gets from whatever source. Though I did see some wind mills in the area but I feel solar energy would be more efficient in Rajasthan.

We were going to freshen up in the guest house before leaving for the desert. The guest house was inside the Jaisalmer Fort. Unlike most other forts, the Jaisalmer Fort is not a property of the Government of India or converted to a hotel but is inhabited by the descendants of the King and the people who use to serve him. Numerous hotels, guest houses, restaurants, shops and houses make up the fort. I always use to wonder how life would be in a fort during the times of the king. Seeing the Jaisalmer I got a feel how it would have been.

Another thing that was struck me was the architecture of Jaisalmer. All the buildings in Jaisalmer are yellow made mostly from the yellow jaisalmeri stone. From the fort, to the hotels, shops, houses and even the police station, ATM and petrol pumps. All are yellow giving a unique standardization to the place. Also a lot of houses had very fine carvings on their walls and windows. So from the desert to the city, all our eyes could see was yellow (with a dash of greenery here and there and the blue sky whenever we bothered to look up).

We saw a couple of Jain temples in Jaisalmer which have to be marveled for the brilliant carvings on the ceilings, arches and the walls. The desert as we had expected to find on reaching Jaisalmer was not there. The sand dunes that we see in the pictures and the movies are actually another 40 kms away from Jaisalmer. The trip to the sand dunes was a good experience with a bumpy camel ride adding to the fun. The night was spent in a camp near the dunes where we were supposed to spend the night in tents. However, the weather in the open being windy and cool we slept in the open which was far better than the tents.

It was a nice small trip which I’m glad we took despite the heat and the distance.

Bhangarh

Rajasthan has numerous forts and havelis spread across the state in varying conditions and each has its own tale to tell. During my visits to various villages in the Thanagazi area I came across an abandoned settlement called Bhangarh and like any other fort this one too has a tale.

The myth goes that Bhangarh was a very prosperous settlement and the queen was very beautiful. A hermit of the village fell in love with her and on being unable to win her, cursed the entire settlement to doom. Ever since Bhangarh lies in ruins (though recognized by the Archeological Survey of India as a protected site). The myth also says that whoever tries to settle there either goes mad or dies. Therefore no one ventures in the area after sunset even though it’s a tourist destination during the day.

The ruins of Bhangarh are simply majestic and convey signs of prosperity even in a dilapidated state. The settlement area is massive with 4 temples still there. One can see the equisite carvings on the temple walls and ceilings. Apart from temples there are havelis, an entire market and the majestic palace overlooking the entire settlement. The palace is covered by the Aravalis from 3 sides and the entire settlement is protected by walls and gates.

The visit compelled me to think and wonder if I should believe the myth. It made me wanting to go back in time and experience how life must have been in the settlement, how the king might come out at the palace balcony every evening and see with satisfaction the prosperous settlement he had created and how one curse could ruin it all. I don’t know whether to believe the myth or not but what I do know is that the palace, the temples, the havelis and the market of Bhangarh have stood the test of time and even in a dilapidated state reflect some glory. It seems as if they are all standing there waiting to tell their story.

The Rajasthani Goonghat

My village stint in Rajasthan so far has been pretty interesting (and difficult also logistically). Away from the hustle bustle of the city, living in a village is a totally different experience and makes you appreciate simple things like a running tap in your bathroom with we otherwise take for granted in the city.

The interesting thing that I would want to share and noticed here (contrary to popular belief) is the practice of ghoonghat. Strangely enough all the women that we have interacted with so far have not hidden their faces from us. In fact they are quite comfortable talking to us. The ghoonghat is immediately drawn the moment some elder of the house or the village is around. The hesitation also creeps in then. Thus, the veil and the hesitation is from the known and not the unknown. I’m yet to figure out the reason for the same. However, whatever the reason be I found the practice quite interesting.

T 20 fever

The IPL frenzy these days reminds me of the day that I think is largely responsible for T 20 being such a craze in India. It’s the day the Indian cricket team, against all expectations and with a bit of luck won the inaugural T 20 world cup. I was in Bombay that time and had the privilege of seeing a spectacle of a lifetime.

I went for my usual walk to Marine Drive after the match without knowing what was in store for me. There were people all over. The place was flooded with from people all walks and age groups. From uncle aunties to small kids all had come down to the streets to celebrate the Indian victory. Cars and bikes just kept pouring in. I hadn’t seen so many people with so many Indian flags ever, not even on Independence Day. Almost every car and bike had a flag. People were on top of car roofs, standing on bikes, standing on top of each other to wave the Indian flag. They were dancing, shouting, jeering Pakistan, cheering India, slogan shouting, you name it and they were doing it. Cars were parked with the boots open and “Chak De” India was blowing from every speaker. The National Anthem was sung so many times in those couple of hours. Diwali had just arrived a little early in Bombay, all thanks to some guys in South Africa. The fireworks added some light to the celebrations. The atmosphere was simply electric. There was so much energy around and the celebration just kept on going on and people kept on pouring in. Finally rain played the party pooper and people began to return to their houses though for some even that was not consideration enough.

A truly amazing experience.

Just a Thought: Five

The energy and dynamism of a city makes it harder to be lonely than the peace and inactivity of a countryside.