{"id":8724,"date":"2015-01-08T00:17:42","date_gmt":"2015-01-07T17:17:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/durianapocalypse.net\/travel\/?p=8724"},"modified":"2015-01-09T09:48:28","modified_gmt":"2015-01-09T02:48:28","slug":"rajasthani-rainbows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/durianapocalypse.net\/travel\/2015\/01\/08\/rajasthani-rainbows\/","title":{"rendered":"Rajasthani Rainbows"},"content":{"rendered":"

One reads so much about the beauty of the colours displayed in Indian women\u2019s clothing, and in streetside garment and fabric shoppes. Having admired traditional Pakistani<\/em> clothing during my years at the restaurant, I was inclined to believe that it would prove to be true.<\/p>\n

But during my first month here,\u00a0 I was much more impressed with the fashionability of the brethren<\/em> (hot-pink turbans forever!) than of the sistren. Well, truthfully, one doesn\u2019t always see<\/em> so many women out and about \u2013 except in Delhi, where they\u2019re almost all wearing Western-style clothing.<\/p>\n

Arrive in Jodhpur, however, and the famed explosion of colours is in full<\/em> swing. Not only this, but the delicate and gorgeous material, and the out-of-this-World patterns make for a most<\/em> appealing melange. Plus how do they keep their clothing so clean and bright amidst all the dust and cowshit and garbage lining every street? It\u2019s just so, so, so impossible to do the experience of the Jodhpur bazaar \u2013 where the eye-popping outfits are flying by in the scores and dozens per minute — any kind of justice that I don\u2019t know why I even bother trying. But, okay, here\u2019re a few shots.<\/p>\n

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Oh, and let\u2019s at least get in one of the fellas; this guy rocking the finest turban\/moustache combo I\u2019ve seen. (The competition in this category couldn\u2019t be more keen.)<\/p>\n

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Now to the young (and young-at-heart): Those Jodhpurians, mentioned in previous post, soliciting for their photo to be taken. We could begin with this touching scene, which I happened upon one afternoon out for a stroll in the Old City.<\/p>\n

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Two dudes seen me photoing the dog, and wanted to know why \u2013 why would I do such a thing? \u201cBecause it\u2019s a beautiful moment!\u201d I pleaded. After pondering my argument for a little while, they agreed that it was such, and requested to be a part of it. Me, am always happy to oblige such requests.<\/p>\n

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The story behind this photo…<\/p>\n

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…is that I was halted in my tracks by the astounding beauty of the music coming from out of this house, so thought to record a clip, with which to hopefully later put an ID. Soon the owner of the house came out, and then the kids all came a-running, begging to be captured alive in photographic ones and zeros.<\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=WXJPpLxAT1I<\/a><\/video><\/div>\n

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It took a few shots before they were finally satisfied with the outcome. But that were nothing compared to\u00a0these next kids\u2019 insistence. I\u2019d spied this Muslim festival going on one fine Sunday, and noticed that the vehicles in the parade were all proceeding in reverse<\/em>. \u201cThat\u2019s odd,\u201d I thought, \u201cI\u2019d better go take some footage.\u201d But as soon as I tried to do so, the kids swarmed all over me begging to become immortalised for their selves — never mind my own particular designs.<\/p>\n

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And every time I\u2019d complete a shot, they\u2019d beg and beg for just one more \u2013 ignoring their colleagues\u2019 pleas for even a first<\/em> shot. It was great fun, at first. But, finally, it was just too much of a madhouse: I couldn\u2019t even make to leave until some guys in their twenties stepped in to help free my self of their demanding clutches. Well, they wanted to be famous; and, now, if you see their likenesses, I guess they in some<\/em> sense are. (Never realised until now how many shots the boy with the burnt-orange turban managed to finagle his way into…)<\/p>\n

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And a few hours later \u2013 same festival, different part of town \u2013 you can see many of these participants are happy to be featured as well.<\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=xwzVKHtjP7w<\/a><\/video><\/div>\n

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And here are a few more whom (more politely, I dare say) solicited the lens\u2019 soul-searching gaze. The broadly smiling gents in the last shot are just the best. I\u2019d wanted to snap their pics while I was walking by; but some days I\u2019m more shy about asking than others, so instead I, on this occasion, just smiled and said hello. I was well past when they called me back and asked to sit for this photo. I guess they just knew what great subjects they\u2019d make!<\/p>\n

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