Pushkar Mela on The Big Picture
I was waiting (and hoping) to see the images from the recently concluded Pushkar Mela on the Boston’s Big Picture Blog. Today’s post has the images.
Pushkar to Jaisalmer
Travelling in Rajasthan in February 2008
Jaipur >> Shekhawati >> Pushkar >> Jaisalmer >> Jodhpur
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When I informed that I am checking out the next day, the man at the reception desk was eager to know my next destination. “Jaisalmer,” I told him. He offered to book tickets for me with a private bus operator. I was a little wary, having heard about poor quality of service and maintenance of private buses in these parts, and having read some horror stories on the internet. But the person manning the desk seemed trustable, and had acted in good faith in the days of my stay in Pushkar. I decided to go ahead with him.
“I need a window seat somewhere in the middle of the bus,” I told him, “Don’t give me the last seat or an aisle seat.” And after a moment, I let out my wariness and asked him if the bus would be okay. He nodded to everything, picked up the phone and announced to the bus company guy at the other end of the phone – “Jaisalmer, tomorrow night, window seat.” A few seconds later, he hung up and informed me that all my specifications are met. My bus was to depart from Pushkar at 10pm the next day.
I reached the bus stop a good 15 minutes before the scheduled time. I was the only Indian among half a dozen people waiting for the bus that day. Sitting at the bus operator’s office, the clock moved from 10pm to 10.15pm to 10.45pm, and there was no sign of bus. As I waited in the cold for the bus to arrive, two of the employees in the office discussed loudly on the scandalous operators who choked buses with more than a hundred people, the illicit practices of private bus operators in the region and such, making me go wary.
The bus finally arrived at 11pm, making us suffer in the cold for a full hour. When I got in, my doubts and fears turned true. The window seat in the middle of the bus that I was promised turned out to be nothing more than a lie. I was allotted the last seat, which was more or less like a bench. But fortunately, one of the push-back aisle seats in the penultimate row was not taken, I was allowed to occupy it. It turned out that the road from Pushkar to Jaisalmer was reasonable, and I did not have to go through a night of backbreaking journey.
Nevertheless, it was a cold night of travelling through the desert and I could barely sleep through the journey. As the day broke after a long and boring night, the desert terrain was visible through the window, with views fading quickly into the morning fog. There was little habitation on the way but for occasional villages and military barracks. Once in a while a peacock or two would show up through the window and cheer me up in the cold morning. I waited shivering in my seat, hoping that Jaisalmer will arrive soon.
It was nearly 7am when we reached the town in the middle of the desert. As soon as the bus halted, a bunch of people rushed into the bus vying for the attention of tourists. They were there to offer hotels to tourists, each of them claiming to know that secret place which is the best in town and incredibly cheap. Fortunately, in the melee, everyone ignored the lone Indian traveller who might have been taken as a local in a place where bulk of the tourists are foreigners. I happily walked out undisturbed and into a guesthouse of my choice.
Continued at Jaisalmer
Encounters from Pushkar
Travelling in Rajasthan in February 2008
Jaipur >> Shekhawati >> Pushkar >> Jaisalmer >> Jodhpur
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At 6.30 in the morning, a thin fog blocked the February sun and I shivered from the cold of the winter. A chai shop on the street came as a blessing. The lanes around the Pushkar lake were very quiet but for a few people gathered around tea shops. The ghats were deserted. I walked aimlessly, questioning my wisdom in waking up so early in the cold when everyone else would have been snugly snoring from under their blankets.
A small group of langoors (black monkeys) sat on the balcony of a garishly painted old building. Obviously uncomfortable in the cold morning, they were huddled closely, trying to stay warm. The young ones were best positioned and most comfortable, staying warm almost completely covered in middle of protective adults.
The group was just trying to wake up, half asleep and half awake, unwilling to give up their comfortable huddle. Once in a while they opened their eyes, looked around with disinterest and closed the eyes again, returning to their early morning dreams. As I stood below and watched and occasionally pointed my long lens at them, a few grew curious and cast a glance at me, but never gave me too much importance. A youngling was especially curious and peered at me time and again to see what am I up to.
A little later that day when the sun just began shining and his warmth was pleasant and desirable, I stopped by for another cup of tea. An elderly baba was seated quietly just besides the chai shop. I bought him a cup of tea and started a conversation.
At some point of time I asked him if I can take his pictures. The genial man consented without any hesitation. But when I aimed the camera at him, he suddenly stopped me, and started adjusting his headgear and getting ready to pose. But I was looking for his natural self and not a posed image. Before he could get himself to pose for me, I kept shooting him as he adjusted the turban, trying to get some candid frames. I only wish I could catch on camera, his approving nod when I showed him the images.
Continued at Pushkar to Jaisalmer