My cuppa @ 1730 feet!

The jeep arrived at 4 am at our homestay in the quaint village of Suryanelli. Shivering under our jackets, we embarked on our ride towards Kolukkumalai on a chilly December morning under the canopy of a pitch dark sky that glittered with diamonds. After about two kms of driving on tar road, our vehicle took to first gear. A few jeeps ahead of us tossed, jerked and swayed and within seconds, we followed suit. I could feel every bone of my body shaking while the jeep ran on the rough terrain of gravel and stones as big as rugby balls! We finally made it to the top of Kolukkumalai at 5 am.The bone breaking ride had taken us an hour to cover a distance of 6 kms! With numb and shivering hands, we set up our equipments and patiently waited for the spectacle to begin. The sky brightened a bit, casting shades of purple and indigo.

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_B8A5601-2Towards my left was a tall cone-shaped mountain, almost barren but green. Lush tea estates spiralled all the way down to the base from where we had started. Conical hills in shades of dark blue and grey rolled into the horizon. A small peck of yellow light appeared from behind the hills and matured into a sparkling ball of bright gold. A magical sunrise was born in the lap of Kolukkumalai, illuminating every part of the hills that shivered in the unrestricted winds blowing from the east. The utopia had left me flabbergasted!

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Watch the fast forward video of the epic dawn of Kolukkumalai @ https://youtu.be/UQXvzDQINh8 

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Picturesque conical hills of Kolukkumalai

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On our bumpy ride back down, I indulged in the stunning beauty of the tea plantations that basked in the fresh morning glow underneath a spotless blue sky. A visit to the 100-year old ‘Kolukkumalai tea factory’ which boasts of being the highest organic tea factory in the world was welcoming! The factory still withholds its British charm with its tin walls, wooden flooring, primeval machines and age-old techniques. I was overwhelmed to see and smell the many varieties of tea, from dark green to light green to white, whilst learning about the entire tea processing cycle.

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World’s 100 year old highest tea factory@ 1730 feet.

Standing amidst lush tea gardens, I sipped on my steamy hot cuppa brewed right out of the estate at 1730 feet blowing trails of steam into the chilly air of Kolukkumalai.

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A date with the Sholas of Anamudi

I conveniently missed the diversion, a few kilometres ahead of Munnar; leading to a half-hour detour. When I asked for directions to reach Anamudi, the locals looked at me with blank eyes, as  if they had bumped into an alien asking for a route to destination ‘Mars’. It was 5 pm when we finally took the mud road leading to Anamudi Shola Log House. My intellectual google map told me that I was just 13 kms away from it. Just when I heaved a sigh of relief, it started drizzling. Within minutes, the chaos of Munnar fell behind and I found myself driving on a marooned and narrow road cutting through a dense forest. Not sure of whether I was heading in the right direction, I reached out to make a call, only to realise that it has lost coverage. I decided to follow my gut and my offline GPS which was still telling me to continue. Light was rapidly fading and the trail got leaner. All sorts of situations and strategies began cooking in my head. What if I encountered a tusker on the way? Well the only way out would be to drive in reverse gear all the way to the outskirts, but then wouldn’t it be stupid to try such stunts in the dark? What if the tusker was in a  bad mood or in a lighter one perhaps, either ways, what if it decides to just knock or stomp my car a wee-bit? My throat felt parched but who had the time to stop! After a blind turn, I unanticipatedly hit the forest gate and instantly gave out a sigh of relief. I had almost forgotten to breathe! Adjacent to the gate, stood a small forest office. Vibrant wildflowers lined its fence. The last light had faded out that I could see was from the candle that burned inside the office. Our log house was just 200 meters away, but walking the distance in pitch darkness and in the middle of a jungle was unnerving. One of the helpers accompanied us to the rest house. The log hut made of wood was so cozy and neat that I instantly fell in love with it! The backdoor opened up to the washroom located outside the hut; the only thing separating it from the primeval forest was a 3-feet wall! Our hungry tummies called for something yummy and nothing could beat the packets of Maggi that I had coincidently picked up on the way. Getting to the kitchen meant walking back to the forest office; the thought sent chills down my spine. Nevertheless, we swayed our torches in all directions to ensure no green eyes were hideously staring at us! We gulped the delicious Maggi over stories narrated by the forest guards that revolved around leopard and tigers that they had spotted some two weeks ago. While returning to the log house, I happened to casually look up. It was a moonless night. My gaze followed the million stars twinkling above my head. I could also faintly spot the milky way. I stood in absolute darkness; stupefied by the infinity of the cosmos and my insignificant iota of existence! After a simple supper of rice and dal, I sneaked under the cozy blanket and dozed off in the pleasant opera of crickets.

I woke up to a chilly morning. Anamudi was enveloped in a thick layer of mist and passing clouds. I stepped out to follow the intermittent and alternate calls of birds I had never heard before. I spotted a Scimitar Babbler and a Kerala Laughing Thrush in the woods from a distance; the mist made it impossible for me to go any further. A few langurs stared at me from the top of a fig tree. A pair of Oriental white-eyes chirped merrily while playing a hide and seek in the thicket of bushes.

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Drizzles at the lush green Anamudi Shola forests

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I returned to the patio holding a steaming cup of tea. The sky had cleared and the clouds floated over the valley like cotton balls. A wet sun rose over the misty mountains of Anamudi and diffused itself though the woods, caressing every corner of the pristine Shola forest with its gentle radiance.

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Sunrise from Anamudi Log hut. Cotton candy clouds floating in the Valley

Kerala Chronicles -Part I. Floating Paradises Vembanad-Kumarakom-Alleppey

Kerala Chronicles Part II My tete-a-tete with the Jew Town

Kerala Chronicles – Part III The saga of a dying legacy

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Vembanad

I had woken up, perhaps in the midst of a dream. An infinite stretch of hyacinth dotted with petite pink flowers seemed to be gently floating towards the horizon. I got off the bed and nipped towards the huge french windows of my homestay, staring into the face of a surreal morning. My gaze followed the endless placid lake, as vast as the sea. The floating hyacinths were for real! I was on the fringes of Vembanad- the undoubted Goddess of Lakes!

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The floating hyacinths at Vembanad

Not far from the homestay, a small canal rested under the canopy of coconut trees. Fresh mussels hauled from the canal were being cleaned in small heaps and cooked in an oversized earthen pot with sea salt; ready to hit the market! 

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Fresh Mussels hauled from a canal 

I sat over the edge of the fence sipping on strong filter coffee and relishing the steamy breakfast of home-made Appams* and Puttu* in the company of Mr and Mrs. Shahnawaz, the warm and hospitable owners of the cozy ‘Orchid Lakeview’ homestay. I watched the terns, gulls and egrets briskly fishing their morning meal. A group of fishermen sang a wary-cry as they gently rowed their canoes and casted their nets into the waters. Armies of cormorants flew in batches from the southern end of the lake and settled at its centre-supposedly a part of their daily gameplan. 

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Abandoned Chinese fishing nets at sunset from Orchid Lakeview homestay, Kumarakom

A few abandoned Chinese fishing nets stood on the far side of the lake. While I admired the reflection of a canopy of trees on the still waters, a kingfisher broke the solemn of my surroundings with its metallic shrill. It nose-dived into the waters; perched on a nearby branch and gobbled a fish. The next moment, Vembanad returned to its state of lethargy. 

Snippets :

  • Puttu : cylindrical rice cakes steamed with coconut. Served with a hot curry prepared with pulses in a pepper and coconut gravy. Aapam : Fluffy pancakes made with a batter  of rice powder and coconut milk. Served with almost anything!
  • Ensure you stay on the banks of the lake. I strongly recommend Orchid Lake View. Keep no agenda and soak in the magical sunset of Vembanad!

Kumarakom

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A morning on the placid Kumarakom

The beauty of Kerala, lies undoubtedly, in its backwaters. While Alleppey reaps all the attention of its tourists, a traveler like me heads in search of a world that lies beyond the shallow layers of tourism. I chose to explore Kumarakom on a simple canoe at mere four hundred bucks! The morning was sultry and undisturbed with not a whiff of air.  The channels looked picturesque with small wooden walk-bridges built to cross over and homes that sat under the shade of coconut trees on either sides. Men and women were engrossed in their routine of washing, cooking and bathing the kids. A Santa Clause galloped happily along the pavement of a canal yelling “Merry Christmas!” Yes, it was Christmas time indeed! 

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A Santa on the walkway!

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A sneak peak into one of the houses on the banks

My canoe calmly floated on a vast bed of pink and white lotuses in full bloom. Kumarakom was brimming with Jacanas, moorehens, stilts, orioles, water hens, kingfishers, egrets, herons and other birds in abundance! As the canoe was rowed to the banks, I looked back and waved at the thousand pink lotuses that were smiling back at me. 

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Snippets

  • Kumarakom does not have too many stay options. Tharavadu Heritage is a safe bet. Kumarakom is best explored on a canoe. This way you can also help a local earn a day’s income.
  • Best time to visit : Dec thru early Jan. Apt season to witness lotus blooms
  • Respect birdlife. Adore from a distance. Do not feed junk.

The good old Alleppey

Leaving behind the chaos and fuss of the jetty, our Shikara set out to sail through the divine backwaters of Alleppey. The mild breeze gave way to some relief from the sultry weather and scorching sun. Sulking on the comfortable seats of the Shikara gave sudden feel of being in the middle of the Dal Lake in Kashmir. The lagoon was so vast, we felt as though we were sailing over an ocean! Hundreds of Shikaras and houseboats of various sizes were cruising in all directions, but we crossed a few of them only once in a while. 

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The Shikara was pulled to the banks for lunch at a local eatery. Its roof was thatched with dry coconut palms and it was buzzing with tourists. While they waited for their turn to be served, a tamed Brahminy kite kept everyone entertained by perching on their shoulders in turns. Simple but delicious lunch was served on banana leaf. The deep fried Karimeen (pearl spot fish) and Aila (Mackerel) smeared with generous amounts of hot local spices could easily put any five-star cuisine to shame! We continued on our journey into the backwaters with wobbling bellies; the cool wind tossed me in an out of my afternoon slumber. 

Kites and fish eagles hovered in search of their prey while gulls and terns skimmed aimlessly. Egrets and herons perched on the labyrinth of hyacinths, tucking their heads beneath the surface sporadically in search of food. An undisturbed universe of ducks thrived on the swamps and fields, quacking their way to glory! The manner in which birdlife thrived fearlessly in the chaos of Alleppey only proves how the natives have treasured and nurtured the harmony of their ecosystem. 

After what seemed to be an infinite journey over the placid lagoons, I was convinced as to why any visit to Kerala would be incomplete without soaking in the bliss of the good old Alleppey.

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The Boat houses of Alleppey

 

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Kerala Chronicles Part II My tete-a-tete with the Jew Town

Kerala Chronicles – Part III The saga of a dying legacy

Kerala Chronicles Part IV.  Kolukkumalai and Anamudi

 

Fort Kochi lured me with its rustic charm, pulling me to its streets like a magnet. I wandered the long and cramped alleys where shops bursted with souvenirs, cutlery, armours, chandeliers and unique antiques from the bye-gone eras of the Portuguese, Jewish and the Dutch. Plush price tags dangled around them, but were too irresistible to be missed!

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An old watch tower in the middle of a buzzing town

In the vicinity of the famous spice market, stood the Mattancherry Palace aka Dutch Palace in a combination of chrome and brown. The walls were ordinary and roof was crafted from wood. Just next to the Palace, I caught a glimpse of Jewish Synagogue (Chapel), better known as Paradesi Synagogue that it preserved some eye-catching artefacts in gold and porcelain dating back to a time when the Jews reigned over Kochi. 

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Spices on display at the Kochi spice market

After a quick visit to the Saint Francis church, the burial place of Vasco Da Gama, I head to the Kerala Kathakali Centre for a vis-a-vis with Kerala’s deep-rooted and well-fostered art-forms. While Kalaripayattu, an ancient form of martial art bought chills down my spine with its swift and dangerous moves, Kathakali, the traditional dance form of Kerala, mesmerised me with its vibrant make-up, elaborate costumes and mind-boggling performances! Read more about my blog on Kathakali here: https://gauricosmos.wordpress.com/2017/02/19/the-saga-of-a-dying-legacy-kathakali/

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Kalaripayattu Live at Kerala Kathakali Centre, Fort Kochi

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The make-up session before Kathakali

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Glimpses from the ‘Kathakali’

No trip to Kerala could be deemed complete without a visit to its celebrated Chinese fishing nets. Popularly referred to as ‘Cheenavalas’, they are believed to have been introduced in Kochi by a Chinese explorer called Zheng He. The nets are appended to huge wooden structures that have ropes tied with heavy stones suspended to their tips. These fascinating nets can be seen across the Kayals (backwaters) of Kerala but the ones in Fort Kochi are world famous. While a few fishermen kinetically pulled the nets up and lowered them into the sea, an off-the-cuff conversation sparked off. The nets that once used to help catch fish in large numbers were not of great help now.  The fishermen repeated the process of manually lowering the bulky nets at least 200 times everyday to catch enough fish to sustain a day’s business. Most of these nets were beyond repair and hence not in use. Each time they sang a war cry to sync their energies to operate the nets, their eyes gleamed and their hearts smiled. I sensed the power of an unspoken hope overpowering the catastrophes of life.

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The Cheenavalas off the coast of Kochi

Well, I had one more thing on my bucket list before I could leave. I too, needed a share of the most photographed sights of Kerala- the gorgeous silhouettes of these Cheenavalas! Not many know of the fact that the best photographs are taken not at Kochi, but Vypin, situated on the opposite side of Kochi, accessible by a 10-min ferry ride from the Kochi Jetty. I could have died for what I was able to freeze through my lens!

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Roaming in the sultry weather of Kochi was exhaustive. While I desperately looked for a place to rest my tired feet and satiate my craving for sea food, I bumped into an open-air  restaurant named “Fort House”, right on the backwaters! Fort House was dimly lit with a touch of elegance. I sat at the corner-most edge of the restaurant, admiring the sight of huge vessels sailing to and fro from the jetty and the pleasant sound of their foghorns, just a few meters away. A candle light dinner, a pint of beer in hand, lip-smacking sea-food, the sound of splashing waves and the cool breeze of the backwaters under a starry sky seemed like the perfect way to wind-up my tete-a-tete with the old Jew Town.

What not to miss at Fort Kochi

Kathakali and Kalaripayattu performances at Kerala Kathakali Centre, Fort Kochi

  • Chinese fishing nets at sunset from Vypin
  • Delicious Kerala meal served on a banana leaf
  • Fish delicacies, especially the Karimeen Polichathu (fried fish with a thick gravy of onion and tomato, cooked in banana leaf is out of the world!)
  • Freshly fried Banana, tapioca chips and varieties of authentic Kerala halwa from a local deli.
  • Dining experience at the Fort House restaurant 

Kerala Chronicles -Part I. Floating Paradises Vembanad-Kumarakom-Alleppey

Kerala Chronicles – Part III The saga of a dying legacy

Kerala Chronicles Part IV.  Kolukkumalai and Anamudi

 

 

 

 

 

Prelude : A steady flame from a brass lamp illuminated the small, dim-lit amphitheatre with its soothing glow. A lingering fragrance of mildly scented incense sticks filled the room. A gentle symphony of the flute, tabla and sitar played in the background. Three plump men took to the centre of the stage. Holding a small mirror in one hand, and a brush in the other, they began painting their faces in green and orange, emphasising the eyes and brows with thick black outlines.

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A fragile man wearing a ‘mundu’* (supposedly, the make-up Master) perched at a corner with a cup filled with thick white paste, some cloth and a pair of scissors. One of the three artists, conceivably the senior, touched the feet of the Master with due respect and then lay in front of him. With utmost concentration, the Master created a beard by applying the white paste (made of rice and water) on to the layers of cloth strips, then carefully secured it to the artist’s jawline. The Master then swiftly manoeuvred his brush to draw delicate outlines and intricate designs to complete the look. The senior artist had dozed off during the task. After about an hour and a half, the session concluded and the faces disappeared back stage.

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The Beginning :A large curtain was raised on the podium. Two drummers holding a pair of cane sticks each, secured the Maddalam* and Chenda* around their waists. Kathakali kicked off with the effortless beat of drums. A 60 year old man with his voice as smooth as silk sang verses in core classical ragas with precision. As the tempo gained momentum, the curtains dropped to reveal the main character of the play (in this case, the villain!). He wore a white pleated silk frock that resembled an oversized umbrella around his waist. His bare chest hid underneath a canopy of ornaments and his head wore a huge ‘Kireedam’*. I was amused by the long, conical silver nails that he wore and the bronze ghungroos that danced in his feet. His bright green face gleamed with sweat while those red eyes seemed to be oozing blood. The striking make-up perfectly complimented the elaborate and extravagant costume. The character looked so ravishing, that I could barely pull my eyes off!

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The parody: The ‘Kali’ or story, was based on ‘Keechakavadham’ aka ‘Killing of Keechaka’- an excerpt from the legendary ‘Mahabharata’. Story has it that during their exile, the Pandavas had taken refuge in the kingdom of Virata which was ruled by Keechaka. Here, they had to conceal their identities by assuming various roles. Keechaka was attracted by the beauty Panchali who had taken up the role of a chaperon. He continued his advances despite her resistance. Aggravated by his behaviour, Panchali complains to Bheema, her husband; who had assumed the role of a cook at the palace. Acting as per Bheema’s plan, Panchali invites Keechaka for a secret meeting one night. Assuming it to be Panchali sleeping on the bed, he approaches her, only to find himself in the iron-like clutches of Bheema’s arms who finally chokes Keechaka with his tight grip until he falls dead.

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Keechaka’s advances towards Panchali

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The outraged Panchali, intimidated by Keechaka’s advances

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The agitated Bheema plots to kill Keechaka

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Panchali in agreement of the plot with Bheema

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The victorious look of Bheema after the success of his plot to kill Keechaka

The applause : Kathakali had lasted for 90 minutes. With just three characters, it had succeeded in grabbing the nerves of its audience right till the end, metamorphosing into a power-packed dramaturgy of actions, expressions and emotions that changed with every blink of the eye. Panchali had exhibited impeccable feminine shades through her subdued gait and expressions. It was impossible to believe that behind the curtain of her attire, was a man, who with his versatility, could have put any woman to shame! Bheema had done justice to his role with the right balance of love, command and rage. Howveer, Keechaka was the undisputed show-stealer, taking the audience through an unprecedented journey of ego, power, lust, pride, dominance, seduction, failure, pain, surprise and suffering. The demeanor of his gorgeous costume, the agility of his gestures, the ease of his facial movements and his unmatched display of emotions had successfully transported the audience to a by-gone era. My heart had skipped a beat when Keechaka, towards his end, let out a heavy sigh before falling to the ground..

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Keechaka’s last breath before falling to the ground

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The journey from pride to failure

Kathakali is one of the oldest traditional dance forms of Kerala that stands out from the others art forms like Mohiniattam and Theyyam due to its elaborate costumes and makeup. Kathakali split into ‘Katha’ and ‘Kali’ simply means Story Play in Malayalam. The performances  revolve around the depiction of short stories and instances from the Gita, Ramayana, Mahabharata and other epics. It is believed that traditionally, the prep used to take upto 4 hours but is now reduced considerably. Crushed natural stones, rice, seeds and sandal wood form the base for makeup. Interestingly, the eyes get their color from a tiny, harmless seed inserted into the lids just before the play begins. Kathakali places total emphasis on Bhava /Rasa (expressions of the face and eyes), Mudras (finger and hand gestures), Taalam (beat of the drums ) and Ragam(classical voice notes) that follow high and low intonations depending on the mood and context of the play. The female characters are mostly played by the men themselves and this transformation is amusing to watch! The very essence of Kathakali lies in its vibes and needs to be experienced vis-a-vis. No blog or you-tube video can do justice to it. Though the art centres of Kerala are pulling substantial crowd, the weight of preserving this dying legacy, however, rests on a few shoulders…

Special performance credits :

Keechaka(main character), played by Krishnan Namboodri

Panchali, played by Sujeesh Krao

Bheema, played by Suresh Kumar

Singers : Vijayan/ Sucheendran

Drummers : Haridas, Rajeesh

Where : Kerala Kathakali Centre, Fort Kochi.

What : Kathakali and other dance and martial art performances. Tickets need to be blocked in advance. Contact +91 048-422-15827

When : Everyday 3 pm onwards. Ticket cost : Rs. 350 per head for Kathakali, 250 for Kalaripayattu

Do’s:  Meet and greet the crew backstage. Spread the word. Experience an adrenaline rush with Kalaripayattu (traditional martial art form) performance.

Glossary 

Mundu- White dhoti/ lungi

Kireedam : Crown

Maddalam/Chenda : Percussion instruments used on Kathakali. Maddalam is barrel shaped drum  played vertically, while Chenda is cylindrical and played horizontally.

Kerala Chronicles -Part I. Floating Paradises Vembanad-Kumarakom-Alleppey

Kerala Chronicles Part II. My tete-a-tete with the Jew Town

Kerala Chronicles Part IV.  Kolukkumalai and Anamudi

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Like the ‘Kalpavriksha’ or the wish-granting tree, Pushkar fulfils the desire of every soul that visits it, with a purpose of its own. For some, it might mean soaking in the electrifying energies of a mad-rush mela, for some, a hidden treasure of stories and photographs and for some, a blissful journey in search of purity and spiritualism. Over the years, Pushkar has moulded  its deep-rooted traditions and rich cultural legacy to perfectly blend with the contemporary tastes of the tourists that flock here from all corners of the world to witness the phenomenal ‘ Pushkar Mela’.

But there is more to this quaint town than just the Mela. Pushkar for me, turned out to be a melting pot – of smoking faces beneath colourful turbans, of beauty hidden in cramped alleys,  of lingering aromas of sinful delicacies, of a serene lake oozing spirituality, of thousand camels and their tireless herdsmen and more. Every element of Pushkar paints a mural of its own universe,  yet all of it seems to be connected and making perfect sense!

A little about Pushkar Mela -Pushkar, also known to be one of the oldest cities of India, suddenly bursts with superlative energy during Oct-Nov each year with the largest camel fair in the world! Traders from Rajasthan, Gujarat and other states come to Pushkar to trade their camels and horses during the festival that lasts for 7 to 8 days. The dates and itinerary of the fair gets listed well in advance. The Mela is a herculean affair of crowd, dust, food, stalls, joy rides, tourists, photographers, horses, camels, more camels, confusion and chaos happening all at the same time on an outsized fair-ground. The last day of the fair happens on the banks of the Chandrabhaga River during full moon and is considered the most important of all days. The highlights of the mela are undoubtedly the colourful and artistically decorated camels with intricate designs on their skin crafted by the traders themselves. Pushkar Mela is a phenomenon worth to be witnessed once in a lifetime!

 What to do at Pushkar : Landing in a place like Pushkar for the first time and not knowing where to start can be extremely confusing and frustrating! The below snippets intend to make it a wee-bit easy.

  1. I strongly recommend sparing a day in your itinerary exclusively to screen Pushkar. Walk the 3km main road all the way to the mela to get a hang of it.
  2. Pay a visit to the rare Brahma temple and Savitri Temple, the latter is situated on a hillock.
  3. Walk aimlessly in the alleys to explore its quaint and traditional aesthetics.
  4. Circumvent 52 ghats around the lake and soak in its calmness and serenity. Spend an evening at an adjoining restaurant and cherish the views of the lake from the top.
  5. Connect with the locals, they are filled with warmth. Strike conversations with the foreign tourists and exchange stories over a pizza! Yeah! you will vouch for the Pizzas served at the cozy ‘La Pizzeria’.
  6. Relish hot Poha from a street cart and Bhang Lassi at ‘Out of the Blue.’
  7. Give your taste buds a feast at ‘Halwaai Galli! Hog on creamy lassis, steamy hot Kachoris, succulent dhoklas and the sinful “Rabri Malpuas”.
  8. Sip Kullad-chai (served in earthen cups) near the Mela ground.
  9. Try the authentic “Daal Baati” at a local restaurant. Ask for that extra cup of ghee..
  10. If you can dare to chuck hygiene, try the sweets and savouries from one of the hundred roadside stalls in the Mela, especially the samosas and jalebies
  11. Ride on a decked-up camel cart to the dunes at sunset where you can also enjoy the Kalbeliya dance.
  12. Skip hotels and choose a homestay instead! You can get one at as cheap as 250 INR!
  13. Shop for souvenir like miniature puppets and handmade eco-friendly diaries.
  14. Smoking-up seems to be common for the tourists and the locals. Don’t get baffled.
  15. Pushkar is extremely safe for a solo woman traveler. Personal discretion is recommended

From the eyes of a lens :

  1. Portraits from the Pushkar Mela is something that a photographer would cherish for life!
  2. The best way to frame Pushkar is to walk endlessly.  Look out for decorated camels and carts, smoking and cooking herdsmen, especially at dawn and dusk.  Pushkar is great for silhouettes at twilight.
  3. Walk beyond the mela on the road leading to Savitri temple until you reach a clearing that holds hundreds of camels! If you are lucky, you might get shots of dust blown by running camels! A few good landscapes can also be attempted from this temple located on a small hilltop.
  4. Roam in the narrow alleys of the village on a lazy afternoon to look at Pushkar from a totally different angle. The traditional houses can make way for some unique frames.
  5. Nothing great to capture in the mela ground since it serves to entertain a tourist from abroad  who finds the concept of a Mela fascinating. Skip it! Actual action lies on the outside!
  6. Visit during the early days of the Mela. Avoid the last 2 days, as it gets extremely chaotic. Also, most herdsmen and camels leave Pushkar a day before the Chandrabhaga Fair.
  7. Not to Miss the Halwaai Galli for street and food photography!
  8. Warning : Most locals ask for money to pose for photos. Strike a deal before clicking. Bargain can start at Rs. 10 or 20 and go up to a whopping 2000! Sadly, I saw most photographers staging poses and action. Id say ‘go candid!
  9. Club Kumbhalgarh, if time permits. Read here The Speaking Silence.. Kumbhalgarh

I tried to sum up Pushkar in words. Though, at the end, I was convinced that my lens did a better job!

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The best stories of Pushkar are born through smoke and dust

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A meal to last a day in the making

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Meanwhile, in narrow alleys of Pushkar, some interesting portraits were waiting to be framed..

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On a lazy afternoon, while wandering in the narrow streets of pushkar, I came across this lovely portrait of an old woman with evidently wrinkled hands busy at work and a face that instantly shied away from the camera behind the rugged brown shawl that rested against a perfectly contrasting cushion

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No part of Pushkar is untouched by the magic of photography. In a village where basic education is a distant dream, local kids have learnt to demand and pose for photographers with poise!

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The nomads of Pushkar barely make a living. These faces though, have the prettiest smiles.

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Balancing is nothing but focusing on your path, unmoved by chaos around you

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Life from a kaleidoscope – what brings happiness to one, brings lively hood to another

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This is the power of smile. It can bring an object to life

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Satiating the gastronomic urges..Halwaai galli and street food of Pushkar..

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Hot Kachories in the making next to sinful Rabri malpuas resting in sugar syrup@ Halwaai galli

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Authentic wheat balls (Baati) cooked on a sigdi served with spicy daal and ghee

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The sweet-meat show @ a roadside stall

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Crisp pakodas in the making

Around Pushkar lake..

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A panoramic view of the serene lake

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An Aghori at one of the ghats

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Spirituality  is subjective. A saffron-clad Baba smoking weed on the ghats of Pushkar.

The finally, the unmatched silhouettes…

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A serene morning amidst chaos

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The orange candy sunset

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Beauty can hide even in dust and chaos. Art lies in how you find it

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