The Jai Vilas Palace in Gwalior combines three European architectural styles—the first storey is Tuscan, the second Italian-Doric and the third Corinthian. There is an eclectic collection of items housed inside the museum, which can be visited by the public. One section still serves as the residence of the heirs of this Palace. We weren't… Continue reading The White Palace
Researching for our trip to Udaipur, we had heard and read about the amazing views of the Aravalli hills from the Monsoon Palace, especially at sunset. The Monsoon Palace was constructed specifically for the purposes of observing the monsoon clouds—and what better time to visit the Palace than in the monsoon! It had poured heavily… Continue reading Myths about Monsoon Palace
A prominent feature of Rajasthani architecture are the windows with their characteristic floral silhouette. When visiting monuments in the region, it is hard to resist the temptation of framing the magnificent views with the window. Ah, what a feeling it must have been, living in those palaces! Alas, for women, not a very good one.… Continue reading To reveal, or not to reveal?
One of the major attractions in Gwalior is the Saas-Bahu ka Mandir. In Hindi, saas translates to mother-in-law and bahu is the daughter-in-law. The strange name is believed to be a convenient short form for sahasrabahu - meaning thousand arms. The two temples in the complex are covered with beautiful, intricate carvings of geometric patterns,… Continue reading Framing the in-laws!
A Colonial building in a Mughal Garden Complex, living amid ruins of the Revolt of 1857, locked and forgotten, except by park officials and evening joggers. For whom was it built? Why is it locked away? What lies behind those red stone walls? This is post #3 in this year's NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls… Continue reading The locked house
My grandmother often says that of the several artistic abilities our family possesses, the ability to throw, is the one that we need the most! At our home, when things break, our instinctive reaction is that of fixing them. So for this week's photo challenge, broken, I had quite a few options at home! Except,… Continue reading Broken
Devotees who were closer to the sanctum sanctorum, bent over the railings; those who were behind, stood on their toes; children sat on shoulders of their fathers, all of them waiting to get a glimpse of Nataraja, the lord of dance. As the curtain was pulled apart, temple bells and folded palms filled the shrine.