You may or may not agree, but I’ve always felt that the names of cities like Jaipur or Udaipur (the “pur” suffix meaning “city” or “settlement) evoke the magnificence of the past.
The capital of Rajasthan, Jaipur, is home to stunning palaces like “Hawa Mahal” and the City Palace; the imposing Amber (or Amer) Fort is just a short drive from the city. And, sure, if you ever go to Jaipur you shouldn’t skip those places.
But there is something else you will find in Jaipur, as this city has it in spades: character. And an overbearing atmosphere that will knock down most first-time visitors to India.
Young woman in the midst of traffic chaos in Jaipur. © 2015 All rights reserved.
I arrived in Jaipur after just one very fuzzy and jet-lagged day in Delhi, where I could not make much sense of my surroundings. It was only the day after, well-rested and already in Jaipur, that the overwhelming chaos that is India hit me hard.
People were generally quite friendly and didn’t mind being photographed. © 2015 All rights reserved.
I was walking with my group from our hotel to Chandpole Gate, one of the seven gates in Jaipur’s old city wall, when it started. An all-out attack on my senses like I’d never experienced before: noise, dust, heat, foul smells, spicy aromas, colors, honking, rubbish, traffic, animals and people. Lots of people.
You can be on the verge of feeling crushed by it all. And that’s before you even start thinking about the grim implications of what you are seeing for the everyday life of many of the people you are encountering on the streets.
The bazaar was full of colours and interesting people. © 2015 All rights reserved.
A spice shop, I think. © 2015 All rights reserved.
There was food on sale everywhere. © 2015 All rights reserved.
That’s India. At least the cities of India I’ve been to. Many people love it and many others hate it, because it’s just too much. But it’s great.
As a Westerner coming from a place where all these things are part of daily life too, but usually not all at the same time, and not on the scale you find them in India, it’s impossible not to be dazzled by this country, both its beauty and its ugliness. As a photographer, though, and as a human being, I always try to focus on the beautiful.
Pottery sellers and customers. © 2015 All rights reserved.
I’m not sure there were bus stops per se. For me, it was hard to see order amongst the prevailing chaos. © 2015 All rights reserved.
A sadhu (“holy man”), I believe, and some musicians at a temple. © 2015 All rights reserved.
For an accelerated course in India’s hectic street pace, you could do a lot worse than getting lost in one of Jaipur’s bazaars. That’s what I did one afternoon after lunch, when I strayed from the group with my camera and spent almost five hours wandering around, aimlessly, trying to take it all in.
A street food cart. © 2015 All rights reserved.
Shopping at the bazaar. © 2015 All rights reserved.
I cannot begin to tell you how much this man’s eyes spoke to me. © 2015 All rights reserved.
There were very few tourists in sight, at least from what I could tell. People were going about their business, shopping, eating snacks at food stalls, and the mood was one of festive chaos in anticipation of Diwali, the “Festival of lights” which was coming up in a few days.
Making flower garlands for Diwali, the “Festival of Lights”. © 2015 All rights reserved.
I couldn’t tell what these children were looking at so attentively. © 2015 All rights reserved.
Women in Jaipur looked really smart in their colorful saris. © 2015 All rights reserved.
Notice everything that’s going on behind this young woman. © 2015 All rights reserved.
A food seller. © 2015 All rights reserved.
While I enjoyed experiencing all this on my own, taking the time to watch and make lots of photos, I also wondered how many details and subtleties I was missing due to my lack of understanding of local culture and customs.
Another street food stall. © 2015 All rights reserved.
This looks like a much safer bet to try some street food: many customers is usually a good sign. © 2015 All rights reserved.
The bazaar’s arches are painted in Jaipur’s trademark pink colour (sometimes it looks more orange than pink to me). © 2015 All rights reserved.
Women buying fresh produce near Chandpole gate. © 2015 All rights reserved.
Still, what I experienced that afternoon is very much the reason why I love to travel: plunging into a different culture, being assaulted by new stimuli, trying to make sense of things, talking to some people, discovering the world’s diversity, feeling lost…
Is that why you travel too?
Your colorful photos have really captured the life of the city! For people you have the city on their itinerary list would love to have a glance at this amazing and informative post. My passion for photography gets a wing looking at your clicks. Thanks for sharing it.
Anvi Gupta recently posted…The Architectural Wonder – Lingaraj Temple in Bhubaneswar
Thanks very much, Anvi!
It means a lot coming from you. India is such a wonderful country, and so inspiring for people like us, who like photography.
Lovely photos! We have never been to India, but the chaos and need to embrace it is something we have heard about from every traveler who has been there. Your photos really capture that ‘whirlwind’ feeling.
Jenny @ Till the Money Runs Out recently posted…A New Orleans Swamp Tour Good Enough to do Twice!
Thanks Jenny!
India certainly is an experience every traveler should go through, even if they are unsure how they’re going to deal with it.