Jodhpur - a certain uncertainty !

                                           

                                       

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…

a certain uncertainty !