Scheduled
stops along our route were Dargah Sharif in Ajmer and the city of
Pushkar.
Ajmer is the holiest Muslim site in India. It is the location of Dargah
Sharif, the tomb of a great Sufi saint. It was on our original itinerary. But, while
we were in Jaipur, our driver and guide combined to discourage us from visiting there (as
well as Pushkar). At first we wondered if their suggestion was out of concern for us. It
was just after our presidential election and also, the last day of Ramadan. Perhaps
tourists from the U.S. would not be welcome. Later, the thought crossed our minds that our
driver just didn't want to make any stops on the long drive to Jodhpur.
On the morning we left Jaipur, Naresh announced that we would be visiting
Ajmer and Pushkar. We suspected the hand of Mr. Lawania at work.
After our bumpy ride to Orchha, we were relieved to be riding on a smooth
and wide two lane highway. Alongside the road construction was underway to build a 4 (or
6) lane toll road. Noticing the dozens of small roadside shops on just a short stretch of
road, we wondered what would happen to the hundreds of families whose livelihoods would be
adversely effected by this modern highway.
Dargah Sharif is more than a tomb. It
is part of a complex that contains two mosques and a bazaar. Approaching the area was a
little overwhelming. Fortunately we were greeted by a helpful gentleman with a red dyed
beard, who escorted us to the mosque. After being requested (ordered?) to make a donation
to feed the poor, we registered our names and our contribution in a guest book. At this
point, a young man took charge of us and lead us around the grounds. Frankly, we were
apprehensive about being in Ajmer. Muslims make up only twenty percent of the population
of India and tend to keep a low profile in practicing their religion. Also, there was the
issue of the strong anti-American sentiment in the Muslim world. Our feelings were
unjustified. The few people with whom we had contact were cordial and welcoming and most
people just ignored us.
On our leaving, the young man said to Tom, "God bless you." Tom
replied, "salaam" (peace). The young man answered back, "Yes, salaam."
Looking at a map, our next stop, Pushkar, seemed like a short journey from
Ajmer. For some reason it involved a longer diversion that we had expected. We still had a
long day ahead before reaching Jodhpur.
Pushkar is most famous as the site
of a huge cattle fair -- one of the largest in Asia -- each fall. Reading about the
presence of thousands of camels, cattle and donkeys, serious buyers, volumes of tourists,
Ferris wheels and vendors made this seem like the ultimate county fair. That's what we had
come to see. Well .... We were a week early! The fair begins ten days after Diwali. Diwali
had ended only a few days before. Whenever we had mentioned, in India, about going to the
fair, no one had told us we were going to be disappointed. We first realized our mistake
when we were entering the city and Naresh pointed out a large area where he said the fair
was going to be held.
Pushkar does have one of the few temples dedicated to Brahma (the god of
creation) and it was an interesting site. At the temple, a "guide" attached
himself to us and became a general nuisance. He convinced one of our party that he was a
priest and was trying to get her to make a donation to "his" temple. Tom had
just read of this scam in the newspaper a few days before and warned her not to give him
any money. He then insisted that we go to Pushkar Lake but, wanting to disengage ourselves
from him, we returned to our van and continued towards Jodhpur.

Upon arrival in Jodhpur we checked into the
Hotel Ajit Bhawan
November 15,
2004

After breakfast we began a full day sightseeing tour of Jodhpur, known as the
"Blue City."

Few sights in India match seeing the massive Mehrangarh Fort overlooking
Jodhpur. Begun in 1459, construction was not complete until the middle of the 19th
century.

After the rulers of Rajasthan had made accommodations with
the Mughals and, later, with the British, the forbidding fortress became the lavish living
quarters of the rulers. Behind the thick brown walls are brightly colored airy rooms.


The women of the harem were kept in seclusion.
Their only view of the outside was through elaborately carved lattices.

Rajasthani men are noted for their turbans. Wrapping
the 9 yard long cloth can be a 2 person operation. Not a fashion statement, the
turban could be used as a shawl, a blanket, a pillow, to protect the head (from the sun or
a sword), to lower a bucket into a well, or, if there is no bucket, to lower it into the
well to absorb water.


November 16, 2004
After breakfast
we
began our 270 km drive to Udaipur with a special stop at
Ranakpur on the
way.
The Jain temple at Ranakpur, profuse with marble carvings, is one
of the most stunning sights in India. It is dedicated to Adinath, the 6th century
B.C. founder of the religion

.Jains
believe that every living creature has a soul and, thus, should not be harmed. Thus,
the giant beehives left undisturbed.
The faith's belief of non-violence towards all living things was a major
influence on Mohandas Gandhi. Jains are strict vegetarians and some go to the extreme of
not eating any vegetable that grows below the surface, such as carrots and potatoes. They
believe that in harvesting these crops, some creatures might be harmed or killed. Others
wear masks to cover their mouths so they do not swallow insects.
When Akbar, the16th century Mughal leader, saw Ranakpur, he was so impressed with its
magnificence that he declared the whole area around the complex to be part of his private
hunting grounds. That action prevented Muslim zealots, who might be offended by the images
of gods, from damaging the art work
As we arrived at Ranakpur, Naresh advised us to leave all leather items
in the van -- purses, wallets, belts, watches with leather straps, fanny packs. Our shoes
would be removed before we entered any of the temples. No leather is allowed inside the
temples and we saw a large pile of belts outside on the steps.

The main temple contains 1444 majestic columns with no
two alike.



This pilgrim is one of many who come to Ranakpur to refresh their faith
and to work in the cleaning and maintenance of the buildings.
It would have been faster and more convenient to fly to Udaipur from
Jodhpur, but we are glad that we went by van. It would have been a mistake to have missed
the grandeur of Ranakpur.
On to
UDAIPUR
and
MUMBAI