Rang Gulaabi (The Colour is Pink)

15 Jul
Recently, I visited the heart of the king’s land. The land of palaces in abandoned mists. The city of Jaipur famous as the Pink City.

The purpose of visit was to take a judicial exam. The purpose was badly defeated and now let’s talk about the trip. As you know my trips are never descriptive of things for which the place is famous.

So, after reaching Jaipur, we stayed at Ramada Hotel. It is one of the best hotels in the city. After taking some rest we (my parents and I) went to meet one relative of my mother and then to other relative and then to some other one. On the way, I saw University of Rajasthan, the place where my father did his graduation, that library building where he used to study and that particular house where he lived for almost 3 years. And then we entered the actual pink city. The shops on both the sides are painted pink. Each and every shop… although it was not proper pink but magenta. Then from there, we went to the Govind Dev ji Mandir. The peculiar thing about it was that there was a small mosque in premises of the temple. In the evening, we went to a place called Choki Dhani. This is said to be an outing place for Jaipuriyas. Here you can find the whole lot culture of Rajasthan. They will welcome you at the entry gate in rajasthani style. The whole aura feels like you have entered into some village and various activities are going on; kalbeliya dances, magic shows, kathputli dance, mehendi and many many other things. We had our dinner at that place only and the hospitality was beyond expression. They would make you sit crossed leg on floor and then one after the other start bringing delicacies. It seems that the menu would never be over. They would start with water, then salad, then curd, then four types of vegetables and daal, then three types of rotis, then bajre ki khichdi, then two types of chutneys, then rice, then imarti and finally paapad. The food habits in Rajasthan are such that after they serve you the paapad, they wouldn’t give you anything, even if you ask for.

And so the next day was the tentative exam for which I had traveled to the beautiful land. The exam was pretty good than I had expected but bad enough to fail.

After the exam, I saw my parentsΒ  waiting for me outside the examination center. The first question that came out of my mother’s mouth was “Are you hungry” and my father’s mouth was “Will you pass?” I think that’s the difference. But I did not show any discrimination, and replied to neither. Well… we went to lunch after that… and back to Delhi by night.

The car driver had stories to tell. He is a Delhi driver who outsmarted one Jaipuri driver there. He advised my father on roads, routes and life. Yes… one of the gyaans being “life me na… bus khush rehna chahiye.. chahe kitna bhi dukh ho… (in life, one must be happy, even if there are ‘n’ number of sorrows surrounding you)”, he had a particular taste for pakoras and had a recipe to tell to every dhabawala where we wold have snacks.

So. this was all about the short visit to the old pink city. πŸ™‚




4 Responses to “Rang Gulaabi (The Colour is Pink)”

  1. Arindam Saha July 15, 2015 at 12:46 pm #

    You have a special bonding with the drivers of your trips… isn’t it? I remember the one in your Hyderabad trip… and his wife πŸ˜›

    • harshdamangal7 July 15, 2015 at 12:50 pm #

      Yeah… they are interesting people, talking about interesting places, interesting experiences… I believe there is a lot to learn from this class of people if you wish to become a traveler.

  2. Saurabh July 17, 2015 at 7:26 pm #

    Nice tiny trip πŸ™‚ mine was pathetic. Anyways as my dad once told me, no place is beautiful if you are poor and no place is bad if you are rich. It is not about being a begger in Dublin but a Shiekh in dubai. Anyways dad doesn’t say anything that philosophical, that’s just what I just made up. Anyways, the hotel I stayed in was more like – Google can’t find this shit hotel – apparently which looks like a home turned into a hotel which gives a single blanket to two people – MALES. in December night. And hot water just doesn’t comes. You might tell them beforehand. Anyways, I wanted to go out and check my exam centre a day before, I went to the main chowk and there was a long line of rickshaw people I was like bhaiya chaloge, they ask were like 400 lagenge… I was like what the hell, uber taxi costs less. Though uber driver might want to make out with you and then in court plead mentally retarded (though every rapist must be mentally retarded). Anyways coming back to the story, then not having that much cash for my entire trip stay and going back money, I asked my best friend Google to take me to that, it told me to take a bus route no 5 so I did though the conductor wanted 20 bucks instead of regular 10, because he clearly stated, bhaiya hum aise hi kamate hain, log exam dene aate hain and agar chaho toh paidal chale jao, then he breathed in a bit of pride, and said, bhaiya ji hum toh 5-10 rupay zyada lete hain, agar aapne kabhi roadside dhhabe pe khana khaya na toh aapko 20 rupay ka parantha 100-200 rupay me denge. Jab bheed aati haina, toh aise hi fayda uthate hain… Anyways city of vultures. Sooooooo, the only good thing was that following day I went to this exam hall and scored good enough marks to be your colleague.

    Love your writing πŸ’•πŸ˜πŸ’žπŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’

    • harshdamangal7 July 17, 2015 at 9:36 pm #

      Itna dukh?? :P… well!!i am honored that u took out time to visit this blog and write such detailed comment… Anyways… just that you know that u use this very often… anyways… you can’t helping using it… anyways… it is anyway… anyways… what the hell… :P… i hope u will keep visiting… πŸ™‚

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