Okay, I’ll admit to a bit of poetic licence here.  In Jaipur, Jal Mahal is actually referred to as the Water Palace so it’s not confused with the other Lake Palace about 400 kms to the south west in Uidapur. That one was built in 1746 by Maharana Jagat Singh II. It is now an exclusive hotel.

I can be forgiven though, because a number of businesses around the shore line of the artificially-constructed Man Saga Lake in Jaipur, which is the one we viewed, are named Lake Palace “whatever”.

Jal Mahal was built in 1799 and has undergone various renovations. Presently only the top level of the castle is visible above the water line. The most recent renovation, in 2000, found that the four underwater levels of the palace had sustained little seepage and remained in good condition.

The Palace is not open to visitors but can be viewed from the road around the lake shore.

 

Haiku:
Lake water covers
Secret palatial levels.
No visitors please.

The early evening skies in Jaipur were dotted with numerous kites while we were there. The trees around our hotel seemed to be their favourite final resting places. The kites are simple structures of cane sticks and light crepe paper, a bit of glue and long, long rolls of thread. The photo below is of one we rescued from a tree.

We weren’t in Jaipur in January, unfortunately, otherwise we would have been able to witness the International Kite Festival which is held annually in Jaipur.

The Kite Festival coincides with Makar Sankranti which is a Hindu festival to honour the  deity Surya.

If, like us, you missed the Festival this year, you can always aim for 2020, when it will be held from the 14th to the 16th January.

You can be heartened though, by the knowledge that you might see the kites flying above Jaipur at just about any time of the year.

 

Haiku:
Aerial dancers –
Kites fly high in Jaipur skies.
Snatched by waiting trees.

 

Jama Masjid was one of our must-do items on the first day of our visit. It is one of the largest mosques in India. As with the Taj Mahal, it was built by Shah Jahan in the 17th  century. The history of the mosque in modern times has seen it threatened with demolition in the 19th century during the occupation by the English and more recently two attacks in 2006 and 2010. It survived each of these.

This was another example of the wonderful way in which red sandstone and marble have been combined to create beautiful designs.

On entry to the mosque, I was provided with a gown to cover my day clothes. (I was wearing trousers and a tee-shirt.) Men wearing shorts were given a sarong so that their legs were well-covered. Everyone was issued with slippers. It’s a small concession to make to show respect in a place where one is a visitor and unfamiliar with the social mores that dictate dress and behaviour.

Wherever we went in India, we heard the beautiful Adhan, or call to prayer, inviting Muslims to participate in the salat,  ritual prayers.  As we left Jama Masjid, the call began to ring out for Friday Prayers. An English translation for the Adhan can be found here.

 

Haiku:
Jama Masjid mosque,
A place of peace and beauty.
Adhan calls faithful.

My intention to visit India one day was born fifty years ago when I wrote to the High Commission in Canberra for some information about a particular issue to inform an assignment I was doing for school. I’ve long since forgotten the topic, but I do recall the beautiful calendar that was sent to me along with more material than I could have hoped to use.

For me, my positive feelings about India were born then. It reflects the old truism that people don’t remember what you say, little of what you do, but always how you made them feel. The person who was tasked with responding to my request, made this little feathered duck feel valued and special. India must indeed be a wonderful place, I reckoned.

India is half the size of Australia in area, but it is still a large country, and we saw but one small triangle of it. India has a population of 1.34 billion people compared with Australia’s 24.6 million. Other comparisons offer stark reading.

The level of traffic in the cities was intense and negotiating a journey required our driver to have spatial awareness of his vehicle to within a centimetre. He brought us through unscathed.

Large numbers of cattle roam unchecked, and lie on highways in odd places. Our guide explained that this happens because people stop and drop food to them – a Pavlovian response, I guess.

Then a beggar woman holds out the tortured arm of an infant as she solicits aid and sparks that awful dilemma of do I help the child, or would I be condoning what may have been done to her to extract the sympathies of tourists.

In stark contrast is the opulence of other sections of the place, the majesty of the palaces, the ease of access to all things technology, the development of cities to reflect the inexorable march through the 21st century – they all combine to make India the marvellous country it is.

And talking about India, in general, gives me the opportunity to use some photos that don’t fit anywhere else.

 

 

Haiku:
Ancient and modern;
Traditional and trendy –
India’s dyads.

One of the many benefits of visiting a different country and culture is learning a whole lot about things that you didn’t know you didn’t know.

This was particularly true of our visit to India. The India we had learnt about through the years was that of an India under English colonisation and since. The India we came to know on this trip was of centuries old battles and disputes,  and changes of rule between warring groups.

Historical figures from each period continue to be recognised by people in India, and their contribution to what has become the India of today is appreciated and respected.

Humayun was one of these. He was the second Mughal Emperor and ascended to the throne in 1530. He died in 1556. During those 25 years, he lost, regained and expanded his empire.

Construction of his extensive tomb was begun in 1565 by his senior widow, Bega Begam. The palatial mausoleum was completed in 1572.

It is reportedly the first significant Mughal structure in India and is set in a garden atmosphere with the four water channels of Islamic Paradise representing honey, wine, milk and water.

As with many of the relics of India’s past that we saw, the details in the tomb are magnificent. It was built of red sandstone and white marble giving it a beautiful, peaceful feel.

 

Hiaku:
Tomb of Humayun –
Majestic place as befits
Mughal Emperor

 

Jaipur is a city well-known for its gem trade. We went to the gem centre and watched artisans cutting and polishing precious stones like emeralds, rubies and sapphires – a feast for the eyes. Of course, the pieces that most appealed to me were well outside my budget so I was content to marvel at the display.

Aside from the jewellery grade stones, we had seen semi-precious gems inlaid in the marble work at the Taj Mahal – carnelian, turquoise, lapis lazuli, onyx and malachite. There are a couple of photos of the inlay below. And, as you can see, the colours remain beautiful.

The other way in which gemstones are used is to crush them into a fine powder  and then to use them as paints. We saw this employed at Amber Fort where the gem paints were used to create pictures. While the colours around the paintings were long faded, the gemstone paintings were still vibrant, hundreds of years on.

 

My nod to buying gems came outside Jama Masjid Mosque in Delhi where I purchased, from a hawker, a string of red stones that may or may not be garnets. It’s a subtle addition to my collection. If they turn out to be faux, then they’re still a souvenir!

 

Haiku:
Jaipur is the place
if you have a yen for gems –
jewelry heaven.

 

 

 

The detail in the architecture is what caught my attention at Fatehpur Sikri, a walled city outside Agra. The buildings were constructed of red sandstone and, in the morning sunlight, had a welcoming glow about them. The columns and entry points had intricate designs carved into them and I’ve included some photos for you below.

The history  of the place spoke of attitudes  of the time. The wife of Akbar the Great who produced a son was feted and had a magnificent palace built in her honour. The wives who produced daughters were much less highly revered. (Probably not my kind of guy.)

The place became the capital of the Mughal Empire in 1571 but was abandoned about ten years later as Akbar went off to fight wars in other parts of the Empire.

 

Haiku:
Red sandstone palace –
a monument to Empire:
Fatehpur Sikri.

 

 

I could have chosen elephants for my E word, but we saw only a few of those in India and they were at Amber Fort, ferrying guests up the hill from the road below. So I chose to focus on the extraordinary loads that were carried on motorbikes, trucks and a camel-cart.

Motorbikes carry whole families at a time. In the picture I’ve chosen here, the man is driving the bike with a boy perched in front of him. Behind is the woman with a girl wedged between the two adults. It’s probably not an extraordinary load by local standards, but for me, the thought of more than two people on a bike is a worry.

Speaking of family transport, the photo of the white vehicle shows four men standing on the running board at the rear. Inside is already packed with people, so if the men want to ride, then the backboard is the only option.

I was fascinated by the effort that drivers made in adorning their trucks. They made a colourful display on the highway.

Tractors, too offered a different take on loads from what I would encounter, even on country roads, here in Australia. Don’t you just love the photo of the tractor piled high with bagged straw?

And I threw in the pic of the camel cart just because I liked it, and again, because it’s outside my normal daily experience at home. And that’s why we travel – to see the world through different eyes, to understand the lives of others and to marvel at the ways in which people build an existence by stretching the boundaries of what is to hand.

 

Haiku:
Making it work with
extraordinary loads –
balance and design.

 

 

 

 

Travelling along the highways and byways near Dausa, Rajasthan, we saw quite a lot of dung cake production. The dung cakes are made from buffalo dung or cow dung. Our guide explained that fresh dung is collected by the women, mixed with a little water and, depending on availability, with some straw. The sludge is formed into flat cakes and allowed to dry completely so that they can then be used for household fuel. Once dry, the cakes are stacked and then covered with another layer of the material to form protective fuel huts. The photos below show a pile of dung cakes and a couple of the dung huts – each with its own unique design.

 

 

Haiku:
Labour intensive,
though cost-effective fuel –
Dung cakes make cheap heat.

We had the wonderful experience of observing an artisan working on producing a hand-knotted carpet at Jaipur Rugs. We were so caught up in watching the ‘thread, twist, slash and adjust’ movements of the man that both of us forgot to take photos! Then he stopped and began a rhythmic singing of the ‘bolee’, the language of the carpet, which is a way of remembering the pattern for the colours to be inserted. Check out the carpet making process here.

Our guide at the centre explained that with very complex patterns, there is usually a singer who remains separate from the hands-on carpet-making because their role is wholly to sing the carpet pattern for those who are working.

The rugs and carpets that are produced are beautiful. There are styles and colours to suit any taste and the sheen of the blend of silk and wool is captivating.

The story of how the industry contributes to financial security in remote villages also caught our attention. We chose a small rug as a memento and it was delivered to our home the day after we arrived there from our trip.

Haiku:
Village work creates
rugs of beauty and function.
Magic carpet ride.