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Blue.
The stone. The particle.
The sun. The ray.
They laugh. They run.
They question to personify.
Blue.
The vibration. The beat.
The foot and the finger tip.
They jump. They dance.
They fly!
Blue.
The waves. The sounds.
The silence. The ground.
The swiftness in imperfection!
Blue.
The heart. The body. The soul.
They stop function.
They LIVE!
Blue.
The vien.
The flow.
The thought.
The existence.
Exalted!
JODHPUR - "A CERTAIN UNCERTAINTY"
We live. We travel.
We experience. We capture the city.
We sweat. We feel the
weather.
We breathe. We inhale the smells .
We admire. We live where we go.
We create. We create memories that live beyond us.
We eat. We eat a chef’s passion.
We walk... We walk the streets like a nomad… streets that don’t lead you
where you expect them to.
We
see… We look.. We watch… We perceive.. We ponder… We judge.. We think… We believe.
We live.. We
travel…
Blue buildings.. .. blue events…
blue people…. blue
thoughts…
blue memories.. blue canvas
Blue pages of a book …."blue city"..
An orchestra in your mind.. an orchestra of colors.. an orchestra of
music.. an orchestra of sounds…
A “blue” orchestra..
A
city that can bring out your emotions.. a city that can make you cry.. make you
laugh..
a city that can surprise ..make you question..
a city that would make
you want to paint its walls…
all this..just by looking at it…
A very sly city.. rather shrewd.. cunning.. playing with your emotions…
taking charge….
Getting hold of you..
Tightening the grip…
firm hands…
bare
hands… …
reluctant hands…
wants you to stay ..
a firm conviction that something
is the case..
a firm conviction that something is not …
A certain uncertainty !
From turquoise to duck egg
pastel.... from mehrangarh to ghantagarh..
from havelis to guest houses... from
courtyards to jharokhas…
From pyaz ki kachori to dal bati churma... from langas
to kalbeliyas.. from katputlis to kings..
this city gives more than you ask
for…
A city that can define the three
most important words in architecture; color - space - light …
...this city can
make you feel blue even when u take a black and white image of it..
The
advent of the festival of holi here is almost like an uprising… a revelation.. with excitement
and growing anxiety in all people…
The moment when an excited kid comes and
throws color at you.. the moment when the holi fire is lit.. the moment when
people start dancing and singing waiting for holi.. the moment when theres a
smile on everyones face.. the moment when there is bhang down peoples throats
and energy in the circumferent air… these are the moments you experience and
you remember…
your mind and your senses unconsciously start behaving like a
camera… capturing random images.. images that you would never forget.. images
that are hard to express.. images that are ardent.. !
Its hard to express what
you feel about this city.. no whole sentences.. just random words can explain
it.. because there is nothing here that is just “there”.. at a certain moment; All is placid and still, and
it’s as if you are dreaming.. and at the other; there is ruckus and movement…
a firm conviction that something is the case…. a firm conviction that something
is not…
