Monday, December 19, 2011

Blushing Welcome

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Jaipur is a city of contrasts, a city that embraces the future without forgetting its past, notes Shefali Tripathi Mehta , after a walk through Rajasthan’s capital.



Squeezing myself through the sea of people thronging Jaipur’s Johri Bazaar (the jewellers’ market), I am beset by guides and sellers alike.

“See and buy,” I have been warned, but am totally unaware that as I walk past these pink-faced shops selling chooran, bedsheets, skirts, saris, jewellery and antiques, I will suddenly come face-to-face with the magnificent Hawa Mahal. The pink sandstone facade, five-stories high, dwarfs everything around, yet blends completely with its humble surroundings.

This is the uniqueness of the city — the wonderful amalgamation of old and new; of tradition and modernity; of the richness; of a secular culture and life with a scientific vision for the future. Swanky glass and concrete malls, an international airport, a world trade park and lifestyle stores stand shoulder to shoulder with the grand, graceful heritage buildings; local taxis, BMWs and Nanos zip past cycle rickshaws; people throng McDonalds and LMB (Lakshmi Mishthan Bhandar, established in 1727) alike.

A city so firmly entrenched in its rich culture embraces all that is new and forward, without losing its essential character. Just like the petite foreigner in a turquoise sari and wrists full of glass bangles sitting on a stool by the dusty street getting a henna pattern drawn on her palms.

Of wares and wherefores

This shoppers’ paradise around Hawa Mahal takes you up to the twin markets — Bapu and Nehru Bazaars, where you will be welcomed as if it were your own home and also be made to feel like the shops’ delightful wares were being offered to you for free. This is where all your bargaining power must come to play.

Cross the arched gateway, the Sanganeri Gate, and suddenly out of the chaos of the colourful bazaars, the wayward cycle rickshaws and smoke-belching auto rickshaws, you come upon the sprawling Ram Niwas Gardens with fountain squares, shady trees and broad avenues. Once adorned by lush lawns, a dry grass stubble now covers the empty grounds, but does nothing to diminish the grandeur of the imposing Central Museum that sits serenely at its heart. The Albert Hall (as it was formerly known as) is a fine example of Indo-Islamic or what evolved as the Indo-Saracenic architecture — ornamental arches, carved brackets, fluted pillars and filigree-latticed parapets. The museum houses an extraordinary collection of rare traditional arts and crafts, paintings, sculptures, textiles and even a 2,300-year-old Egyptian mummy.

Go further south on the wide and sweeping Jawaharlal Nehru or JLN Marg, and you will be treated to the sight of the beautiful Birla Mandir on the hillock, and just off the road, tucked behind on Moti Doongri or MD Road, the historic Ganesh Temple built in 1761.

Looming over these landmarks is the picturesque Moti Doongri Fort on the hilltop. Built to look like a Scottish castle, this was the residence of the Rajmata of Jaipur, Maharani Gayatri Devi, till her demise in 2009.

Heritage walk

Going back into history, we must start with the Amer Fort and Palace, where the royals lived before setting up the city of Jaipur. A ride up this fort that encloses palaces, pavilions, gardens and temples on a sashaying elephant is indeed a royal experience.

The Sheesh Mahal with its entire walls and ceiling inlaid with coloured glass and mirrors — the Palace of Mirrors — is a glittering favourite. Sunset from this fort with a magnificent view of the city below has been described in a poem by one of the English friends of the royals:

An amber sunset greets me
And the sun begins to sink
While far below us, Jaipur town
Awaits in twinkling pink.

The most recognised landmark of Jaipur, the Hawa Mahal, is part of the City Palace complex. Shaped like Krishna’s crown and looking like a giant honey-comb, it was a look-out for the ladies of the royal household who maintained strict purdah.

Overlooking the main street of the old city from this royal gallery, women could watch street life and processions. It offers a mystical view at sunrise, when the soft pink light glows and filters through its 953 windows.

The City Palace itself is a grand structure in the heart of the city. Now part museum, Maharani Gayatri Devi wrote about its collection in her memoir: “Moghul and Rajput paintings executed on the finest rice paper, the lines traced with a single-hair brush, and the paints mixed with the costliest and most brilliant ingredients: ground rubies, lapis lazuli, gold ...” She describes golden daggers and “guns with barrels bound with gold and butts inlaid with ivory and mother-of-pearl swords encrusted with precious stones.”

Close by is the Jantar Mantar observatory built between 1727 and 1734, a UNESCO world heritage site. It is an example of the scientific temper of the rulers and their interest in astronomy. The enormous stone observation devices built then still provide precise results.

Pink City

The city of Jaipur was built on the principles of the ancient Vaastu and Shilpa Shastras. Maharani Gayatri Devi writes, “In the 18th century, when Maharaja Sawai Jai Singh moved his capital from Amber to Jaipur, he commissioned Vidyadhar Bhattacharya, the best architect and town planner of that time. Vidyadhar Bhattacharya built a walled city of unparalleled beauty. It had broad roads, perfect symmetry and civic sense for the inhabitants. Jai expanded the capital beyond the city walls — hospitals, schools, colleges, the university, the secretariat and residential colonies were all built during his reign.”

In 1876, the city was painted pink to honour the visiting Prince of Wales (King Edward VII), a colour scheme that is still respected and maintained by the locals to a large extent.

There is an interesting anecdote about how the title Sawai, meaning one and a quarter, was bestowed on the Jaipur maharajas. Jai Singh once made a clever quip before Emperor Aurangzeb who was so impressed with his quick wit that he observed that Jai Singh was more than one, one and a quarter, or sawai; a title that has since been conferred on successive descendents. Similarly, the city has two flags — one whole and another, quarter sized.

Street life

One can spot the locals in their traditional dress everywhere. The Rajputana women wear ghagra and choli with a long veil, a borla, and ivory bangles that start from the wrist and go all the way up the arm. The bright colours of their dress and that of the men’s pagri might have been a step to add colour to the arid desert landscape of Rajasthan.

For a good dekko of the Rajasthani culture, life and food, a visit to the Chokhi Dhani is a tourist must-do. Most aspects of the local life have been encapsulated very authentically within this village resort close to town.

To say that Jaipur is a shoppers’ paradise is to state the obvious. The shops have the tendency to attract even a hardcore non-shopper, who will soon tire of saying no to themselves.

Among the fun things to buy are street clothes and jewellery, bandhani and laharia prints, sanganari prints, cotton razais, Jaipuri juttis (embroidered shoes) and lac bangles inlaid with glittery stones. Then, there are the antiques, precious and semi-precious stones and jewellery, miniature paintings and blue pottery.

On the food list, I would list the rich, creamy lassi being dished out in clay pots on MI (Mirza Ismail) Road, at the top. The historic LMB (Lakshmi Mishthan Bhandar, Johri Bazar) is famous for chaats, sweets, snacks and meals. The pyaz ki kachori (onion kachori), crisp jelebi, ghewar are other Jaipur delicacies available at most street halwais.

Best time to visit is early winter. Summers and winters are harsh. During Diwali, the markets are beautifully lit. On Makar Sankranti, the skies are festooned with multi-coloured kites. The festivals of Teej and Gangaur are celebrated with fervour.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

For bliss-starved souls

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Weekend Getaway
For bliss-starved souls
Shefali Tripathi Mehta

The setting is perfect for a city-battered heart that longs for calm. It's a quiet getaway nestled in a hushed little village on a small island surrounded by placid lakes.



Alleppey greets me with open arms. The lush Kerala landscape flaunts its splendour everywhere. The eternal resonance of gently flowing water sets the pace for unhurried days. The rhythmic swish-swish of palms draws one deeper into the folds of this pristine land. The clear blue above turns spectacularly kaleidoscopic at sunrise and sundown. And at night, the darkness is studded with the light of a thousand glow worms.

The resort I was put up in is a two-hour drive from the Alleppey railway station. The sudden greenery of Kerala overwhelms the senses as you ride through quaint, scenic villages — your coir mattress most likely came from here. The only way to get to the resort or to the cottages on the other end is through boats. Venice of the East, oh yes!

A canoe ride around the lake during the day or at sunset is a must do. The vista is absolutely awe inspiring. The expanse of the glassy waters reaching the horizon and the verdant fringes of the lush land tipping into the lakes are a dream interspersed with the sight of people busy doing their daily chores and children running along, chortling — it is an exhilarating experience.
A walk through the village of Thrikunnapuzha is fascinating. Every household is engaged in spinning coir — the husk of coconut, which is used to make ropes. As you step into the quiet village, an invitation into a home will soon follow and you will end up trying your hand at making some coir. And it is not as easy as it looks.

You could take long walks on these traffic-free roads for a glimpse into the tranquil village life. We walked till we suddenly touched the main road. Soon, a roadways bus came along and unhesitatingly we got on to take a ride to the marketplace for three rupees.

And if you are in the mood to explore a little, a two-hour drive will take you to the Alleppey beach, which is beautiful at sundown but very mela-like. The Krishnapuram Palace and museum, which houses a 50 square meter mural, the largest in Kerala, is engaging, if a little far. The R-Block areas where paddy is cultivated in land reclaimed from the backwaters, almost four to ten feet below sea level, can be viewed from a cruise. Also, 30 km away, at Haripad, is the famous Sree Nagaraja Temple, a shrine for the king of serpents. It is headed by women priests and set within acres of lush forest.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Town with a colonial past: PACHMARHI (Madhya Pradesh)

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Hill station
Town with a colonial past
Shefali Tripathi Mehta

High up in the Satpura mountain ranges that rise to altitudes of more than 1,300 meters above sea level, like a verdant bowl, sits Pachmarhi. At the height of 1,067 meters, it is central India’s only claim to a hill station. Captain James Forsyth is credited with the discovery of this lush plateau.

Pachmarhi has a history of long battles between the British and the inhabitants of the Satpuras who had lived there for centuries. And it was only when their ruler, Raja Bhabhut Singh, was defeated in 1857 that the British took over. They declared the Satpura forest area as reserve forests, India’s first, and Pachmarhi with its invigorating climate was developed as a sanatorium for the British army in 1862. It became an army cantonment and the Army Education Corps Training College & Centre was established in 1921.

It is still, predominantly, a cantonment town and it is not uncommon to see platoons marching on the broad, tree-canopied, endless roads, or catch the musical notes wafting out of the military music wing on a wondrously silent evening. The lush landscape of Pachmarhi is dotted with old British bungalows, churches and cemeteries. Literally, a one-horse town, Pachmarhi used to have only one tonga as public transport till the early ‘80s.

Evening walks along never-ending, wide, no-vehicle roads were interrupted only by clouds descending and enveloping you in a mist for a few moments. By day, one could wade through clear streams and walk miles in the sun-dappled pine forests around town. More tourists have since discovered Pachmarhi, but the beauty is still unmarred. It is not crowded like the typical hill stations of Shimla-Manali and is an ideal place for a relaxed holiday.

Largely untouched even today, people throng to see the stunning natural sights of Pachmarhi — gigantic falls, clear pools, gaping ravines and breathtaking sunsets. Famed for its magnificent waterfalls and bathing pools, a dip in the crystal clear waters of a natural spring pool is a must-do in Pachmarhi.

The most famous waterfall, the Big Fall or the Rajat Prapat, which literally means silver falls, is so called because the water turns to a shimmering silver colour in the sunlight. It is a 350-foot, horsetail fall. Bee Fall is another spectacular sight that this hill station offers. The waterfall scatters wide as it cascades and the sound it makes is likened to the buzz of bees. A dip in the pool here is irresistible. Another stunning attraction is the Duchess Fall, which flows down in three cascades. To reach the base of the first, one must trek down a steep and rough track. All the pools at the falls are safe for swimming.

Dhoopgarh, the highest peak of the Satpuras, is a sunset point and commands a magnificent view of the Satpura ranges. The red sandstone hills and rock faces all round assume a crimson hue in the light of the setting sun. As opposed to this desolate landscape, Handi Khoh is a 300-foot-steep gorge amidst a dense forest cover.

The Pandavas are believed to have spent a part of their exile here in what is known as the Pandava Caves. Now a protected monument, these caves have lent Pachmarhi its name. There are several other places of religious significance, many of these dedicated to Lord Shiva. Around 1,200 steps lead up to Chauragarh where the devotees of Shiva congregate on Mahashivratri. Jatashankar is a formation of rocks in an underground cave that looks like the locks of Shiva.

The place has over a hundred shivlings and a stream runs through the cave. The source of the stream has remained a mystery, and therefore it is called the Gupt Ganga. There is also the Bada Mahadev and the Gupt Mahadev, other sites worth a visit.

Local attractions
- Pure honey and locally grown chironji nuts are good local products to buy.
- Pachmarhi can be visited year-round. n After the rains, Pachmarhi struts its beauty in lush greenery.
- The Jain, Gujarati, Maharashtrian thali meals are wholesome, light and quite suitably ‘unlimited’. They are a real treat.
- Places to stay range from the economy lodges and guest houses to exclusive cottages and heritage hotels run by Madhya Pradesh tourism. Jeeps can be hired for sightseeing.

How to get there
- Rail: The nearest and most convenient railhead is Pipariya, 47 km away, on the Itarsi-Jabalpur rail line.
- Air: The nearest airport is Bhopal (200 km).
- Road: Madhya Pradesh Tourism Development Corporation runs regular luxury bus service from Bhopal to Pachmarhi. Private and roadway buses as well as taxis are also available from Pipariya, Bhopal and other cities located nearby.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Tryst with adventure: BAROT (Himachal Pradesh)

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TREKKING
Tryst with adventure
Shefali Tripathi Mehta

A hammock, a book, endless blue skies and a gurgling river flowing by. The romance of a toy train gently meandering through scenic hills peppered with quaint stone houses, rolling valleys and quiet streams. Long walks into pristine, pine-scented landscapes. The thrill of trekking through unexplored terrain, river rafting and paragliding. Beach volleyball, sumptuous barbecues and bonfire. It’s like an elaborate buffet spread for each to pick what they fancy.
Beyond crowded Shimla and Manali, there are uncharted havens of beauty and tranquillity in the lesser-known regions of the western Himalayas. On a very hot, dusty Delhi-day, we started for Joginder Nagar (Mandi district) by road to arrive by night and be greeted by tall pines swaying in deep gorges, a balmy breeze and our unassuming host, a full-time doctor with a full-time passion for the great outdoors, Dr Naresh Singhla. Dr Singhla and his team run Alpine Treks — a chain of camping resorts at various off-the-guide-book locations around Joginder Nagar.

Heaven on earth

At an altitude of 4,000 feet in the valley of the Dhauladhar or the White Mountains, Joginder Nagar is a restfully green hill town with floating clouds and sudden showers. The first property, Trekkers Nest, is a basic motel, a stopover. Tidy rooms, clean beds and bath and fresh cooked food. In short, homely warmth and personal attention guaranteed.
From there you could choose like us to camp in tents at Barot (40 km), snugly nestled among the mountains. The River Uhl runs along the campsite. It’s a great place for angling. All outdoor and adventure activities are arranged for at Barot. For those seeking a quiet time, it is restful just to watch the lights change.

The morning blush creeps over the mountain tops, sprinkling gold over the pines, filling them slowly till they turn warm and exude their scent. The floating sky flaunts several clear hues of blue till noon and then the evening cascades into the valley in a big shadow, all at once.
You can also take the 12 km-ride to Winch Camp (8,000 feet) in the quaint and one-of-its-kind haulage trolley. The ride matches the stomach churning thrill of a roller coaster with the quaintness of yore and affords an unparalleled view of forests packed with deodars and rhododendron (burans).

The mountain air kept us ravenous at all times. From fresh caught trout to hill-people dal with rice, aloo-gobi parathas, and even instant noodles on demand, the camp cook dished out ambrosial hot meals. Like a light bulb, the moon hung low almost at a hand’s length and as the night grew cold, we curled around a bonfire. The night was exceptionally quiet and the murmur of the Uhl assured as we zipped ourselves up into our tents.

We drove to Jhatingiri (16 km) and then trekked up to Phooladhar (the mountain of flowers) at 8,000 feet. It is an easy trail and the ridge presents a stunning sight of the Dhauladhar and Pir Panjal Ranges. Here, you can camp in tents too.

There are many more medium and long duration trekking trails upto 17,000 feet. For the hardy, there is every conceivable form of mountain and river adventure — rock climbing, rappelling and river crossing. In winter, one can enjoy a spot of fresh snowfall and some basic skiing too.

Nearby spots worth a dekko are — the Shanan Power House, one of the oldest hydro-electric powerhouses of the world, the Nargu Wild Life Sanctuary, home to the ghoral and the Himalayan black bear, the historic Baijnath Temple (23 km) originally built in 804 AD where Lord Shiva is worshipped as Vaidyanath, the Lord of Physicians. It is believed that it was here that Ravan prayed to Lord Shiva to grant him immortality.

Billing (16 km) at 8,600 feet is a world famous paragliding site. The Paragliding Pre-World Cup is held here every year in the months of October or November. The tea gardens of Palampur (30 km) and Dharamsala (89 km) are the other attractions. In the month of August and September, devotees trek up to the holy Dianasur Lake at a height of 14,000 feet where a variety of herbs, medicinal plants and exotic flowers are found.

Travel tips
How to get there: By Air: The nearest airports are Gaggal (Kangra) 60 km (2 hours’ hill drive) and Bhuntar near Kullu 110 km (4 hours’ hill drive).
By Road: 65 km by road from Kangra, 56 km from Mandi, 496 km from Delhi and 250 km from Chandigarh.
By Rail: The narrow gauge rail from Pathankot to Joginder Nagar takes 5 hours to cover a distance of 150 km.

Best time to visit: Year-round, except the monsoon months of July-August.