Exotic Jaisalmer- the golden fort

“Sonar Killa” is a Hindi word for the golden fort, describes the beauty of this majestic site in the northwestern part of India. Jaisalmer meaning ‘the hill fort of Jaisal’ was once home to the Rajputs – a tribe of traders and warriors.
Located amidst the Thar Desert in Rajasthan, Jaisalmer fort was built in 1156 AD by the King Rawal Jaisal.
While France awed the world with Romanesque, Gothic architecture and had begun the construction of the renowned Notre Dame cathedral; the Rajputs created this extraordinary fort with high tower, elaborate turrets, temples and palace filled with Hindu and Jain sculptures, a cultural localization. Rising close to twenty-five floors from the desert floor, the tall fort walls built with yellow sand-stone shimmer a lovely honey gold at sundown.
Apart from the golden fort, the city is famous for its mesmerizing “haveli” or mansions that once housed the royal families in town. The beauty of this place is its ancient yet culturally outstanding architecture. The gates carved from rosewood, pillars containing beautiful dance poses, arches and gazebos bear elaborate sculpted details of flowers, chariot wheels and other rich Indian designs, which shows a significant part of history in itself. This place narrates the remains of its royal past and a glimpse of life in an unspoken medieval era. After all, ‘banjaras’ – the gypsy tribe originated here, later migrated Europe and suffered genocide.
Legends state that this site was chosen on the advice of a Hindu sage, for its golden glow of the desert, forming a perfect camouflage to protect the city’s accumulated wealth against the invaders. Situated on crossroads of business and trade routes, the kingdom flourished by levying taxes on the merchants, travelling between Persia, Egypt and India. The Rajputs stayed independent for centuries, until Mughals invaded the city, yet maintained a good relationship. The kingdom, later faced a major recession, during the British rule due to upcoming coastal regions in south India, that were the East India Company’s vantage points.
Jaisalmer is the last of living forts in India, inhabited by more than 2000 families and thriving even today. The city had its first boost of tourist back in 70’s, after being featured in an Indian cinema. Despite the extreme climatic and peculiar travel conditions, this place remains one of the most visited tourist destination and famous showplace for celebrity weddings and events.
My trip to Jaisalmer with my family was one of the most memorable and exotic vacations. We flew into Ahmedabad and planned a road trip for the rest of our way into Rajasthan. We were welcomed by a few drought struck villages with endless barren landscape of cracked clay beds and vast emptiness; the essence of this place sure comes in small and surprising doses. One after the other, the emotions evoked by this landscape was out of the world for someone from the tropical southern India. Late afternoon, the day was blazing hot, when the dunes appeared at a distance, the air-filled with excitement, for it was my first trip to a desert. Longing to feel the warmth of the sand against our feet while we watch the sunset, we took the camel safari (A must-do in Jaisalmer). After a short, bumpy, and thrilling camel ride deep into the desert, here we were at the desert national forest.
Wind blowing over the ocean of sand hills reshaped the dunes constantly.  Walking on the sand was an exciting challenge; we played and rolled down the steeps of a nature-made playground in fairy-tale proportions. Tired and exhausted, we gazed the never-ending desert while the colors of earth and sky changed during Sunset in the horizon.
The sound of melodious chiraka’s music in the air, with a view of local folk artists dancing and entertaining at a distance made it a fabulous evening.
A silhouette of camel ridden by men wearing turbans, walking on the sand dunes and against the crimson red-blue twilight at the background was a treat to our eyes.
Our evening ended with a grand dance show by the local woman wearing “ghagras”- colorful swirling skirts, luscious local cuisine as we sat around the warmth of a bon fire while the desert temperature dropped drastically. A camp out on the dunes on that cold December night watching the sky lit by arrays of sparkling stars seemed dreamy. With a genie and flying carpet, the whole experience was almost like a sleepover at the Agrabah, a Disney creation.
Next morning, we unveiled the beauty of golden fort, walked around the oldest inhabited citadel, took a boat ride in Gadisar Lake to better reach the pavilions in the water-body and visited two famous ‘havelis’. While we explore the labyrinth of narrow streets, I realized a striking aspect of this fort city. The place is frozen in time, soaked in art and culture that has been the very definition of this place.  The walls were filled with hand crafted cloth dolls, carved wall hangings, silk patchwork quilt bejeweled with stones and mirror work, vibrant rugs and unique home décor items. Not just the streets, the local vendors too staged themselves as actors that lived in the past, dressed in turbans made of tie-dye and yellow scarf and ancient attires.
Several photo worthy moments admiring the brilliant life-style and I walk past the four corners in the bazaar, when a young girl approached asking, “Would you buy some bangles?” Her kohl-lined eyes sparkled in eagerness, when she handed over a dozen mirrored red bangles from her tray. Too hard to resist this wearable souvenir, I purchased it to make both of us happy.
Are the ancient forts and palaces just a mere remain of the flourished past? Or may be a lesson from ancestors, a window into the primitive art, life and culture? Don’t you wonder?
Originally written for  Featuring Magazine and published in issue 2.

Women in New york – 2

Don’t you ever wonder why the fashion standards are so high?
All you fashionistas, let’s face it! No matter how you wish to be a trend-setter, you can’t always pull off a runway outfit on your day job. Unless of course, if you work in fashion or media industry.  
 I like to be fashionable yet keep it practical. This mean I don’t have to worry about any of these:
  • painful feet in gorgeous stilettos while shopping 
  • questionable dress length on first day of job
  • ditching those bottom shelf in a supermarket, thanks to plunging neckline and super low waist jeans
Floating dresss and long skirts in vibrant colors, cute wedges and Ooo laa laa… those knee high gladiators!  Aren’t those satchel,cross body bags are so realistic!  Not too bulky, doesn’t hinder your bus rides, just enough for a day out in the city. I wish they stay in fashion forever……
MobileGeeky or not, these smartphone are addictive…  The world around us can be bustling but we like to keep talking, texting, reading, posting and drifting away to a virtual world. We women live in a world of our own, reality is just a perception anyways!
Funny shot on the left with a statue trying to overhear….. Busy in phone while the street around is busier. Manhattan, the city by itself would kindle the artist in you. For a brief period, I was truly inspired to photography people and streets on Manhattan. Like they say, “outta sight, outta mind”, sadly I didn’t pursue it anymore.
Did you feel the same when you moved to Manhattan?

What your friends didn’t tell you about Goa

Sunglass,  Flip flops, Summer hat,  Floral tops and my “twisted pink” nail color! Packed and ready, on a mid-week morning, I grabbed my back-pack along with my laptop bag and headed out to work.
Oh! Dont be jealous now, this ain’t a post about my cool new Goan beach job as a snorkeling instructor. I’m just gonna catch a bus to Goa after the 9-5 grind. Yay!!!
Ask a teen or a 20 something and you will hear…” GOA means “Masti” ! Its party time, this beach vacation is all about fun.

               The Sun and the sand, with a drink in my hand, 

                                                                 No shirt, No shoes, but a tattoo on my arm!

The town shows a different face to different people, I’ve been to Goa over 8 times and experienced it newly every time. There is lets-go-beach-hopping Goa, Goan church architecture,  Goa for watersport adventure,  Tirth-yatra-temples tour and the ironic “I-hate-fish” vegetarian family trip to Goa in 90s.
You could just endup beach hopping with a buzz throughout your trip and return with a major hangover. Steering clear from the tourist-y hustle bustle, this time I had other plans. Discovering the quieter part and be with the one person I love the most, “Myself” 🙂

GOA 2012-002

Solo Travel …. Have you ever done that?
Up to this point, I used to think that people who travel alone are lonely introverts.  It puzzled me, but things change, people change. Or may be I just grew up a little more….Bold enough to explore the world alone and gather not-to-be-forgotten life experiences.
So, I’m just gonna…. Take a bus, hit the beach, listen to music and gawk at people (or dogs)
Two days before the trip, I logged online for travel deals. Of course! everything was sold out…  With long weekend just around the corder,  I found the only seat left in a sleeper bus from Bangalore to Goa.

GOA 2012-001

Now the accommodation…. Something I was very selective about on this trip. An affordable, beach accessible and mainly a safe place to stay.
While I browse online for last minute deals, I stumbled upon Cuponation – India’s largest online coupon portal. I usually find it hard to use a consolidator website but the user interface with Top-20 section on this site made this a cake walk. Reserved a stay with a half off coupon at Whispering Woods by the Verda, a 3-star resort with pool to lounge.
Hangin’out at the calm shores of Anjunas, Tantra hut was my spot to watch the sunset and crimson glow of the beach sands. Soon I realized that solo travelers are never lonely, you will find a companion,  be it a beach or a local commute. A shack owner sharing stories of an evening with high tide at the beach , or an age old hair braider who saw the city change within a decade…..And sometimes,  its fascinating how people trust stranger with their personal stories too.

GOA 2012

Talking about history, reminds me of my last stop before nightfall. Situated in the heart of hippie town, the “original” German Bakery. Mellow music, low lying seats, this place served a scrumptious dinner for vegetarian traveler like me who like the enjoy a picturesque ambiance and friendly crowd.
Next day, I took a local bus to South goa, making more memories to share. Travelling alone in India is usually belived to be a dicey but this trip proved otherwise. To stay connected and assure my family, I tweeted all along under #iTravelSolo.
If you are looking for answers in life, just be with yourself. I found mine, you may find your answer within yourself too….

Music, Art, Kitsch Mandi

Warm sunshine, sweet smell of love;
Breezy evening under banyan shade;
Zest of art with groovy tunes in the air;
A clan of free spirit & glowing hearts;
It’s a ticket to joyride and peace!


Sometimes, all you need is a lil-bit-o-love to spring back up into action and make that small world around you a fascinating one again.
Once known as ‘Garden City of  India’ its now a desi silicon valley and a start-up capital.  A lot has changed in the past decades and all you nostalgic Bangaloreans from 90’s, will have much to share. Yet you would agree that adjectives like ‘Happening’, ‘Cool’ and ‘Trendy’ are still associated with this new age Bengaluru. 
Kitsch Mandi
um, What?… Ya, Kitsch Mandi. Psst, new in town huh? I was too… Just take my word for it.  It’s that new thing in town everybody talks about.  A revolutionary art reform that has been long over due!  It’s In… 
Seriously, Where were all these people before? Seems like the gestation period is over and its time to break open the cocoon. 


When it comes to handicrafts and art, the kinda potential India has is tremendous. It’s appealing how artist here take cues from our cultural heritage and apply it to make a off-beat, quirky artifacts.
Who would have thought that beautiful handmade jewelry and fun printed scarfs would make these funky beaded scarf neck pieces.


On Feb 10th, Kitsch Mandi held a theme based event for all the book lovers. Not to many books as such, worth it for it was our first visit. If you are in the city you should check out the one happening on March 10th, that’s today!
Pebbles at Palace ground is the spot, perfect setting for art fair and flea markets. Just relax on one of those rocks and cool off with some chilled beer to the tune of rock, blues or jazz. The ambiance is just enough to spend all afternoon pushing all those mundane worries of weekday life.

Who can forget their teenage summer love, that feeling of being infatuated to someone you never spoke to. Ignorance is in fact bliss.. Not knowing what life has in store for you keeps you happy and surprise in every step of your way.


Sparkles in the air, sweet smell of baked cupcakes, a gathering of artists and happy crowd,  just made my day. Every time I think about it, this peppy song plays in my head. Rhythm of love by plain white tees… it’s a song that inspires me to believe in romance, love and happy ending that  are not always real. 
Color palette inspiration
Taking it one step further, listening to this song with my eyes closed, I can visualize the colors and mood. The blue eyes and cloud nine, the sunset and dark night. Right there, I had my color palette. To create abstract texture with acrylic color yet keep up the whiteness of the paper I’ve used the masking tape  technique. 

Blue streak abstract

Time to say adios amigos… with a cup of tea for poem. Love the way these poems were clipped to a string and that cute couple at the background.  Share your story or write a little something about that first crush  you still remember.

Hundred “Likes”, Hundred Hands

Days have pass by unremembered, it’s a milestone that marks an ordinary day in the pages of history.
Needless to say, my blogging has taken a backstage when life needs a great deal of attention. It’s time I start using social media from promoting my blog and create a network within the craft lover community. It involved a hard-earned first 30 likes on my fresh new Facebook page,insisting friends to promote my page which allowed me to view the Facebook insight. A few months later thirty turned fifty and in no time Kaajewel page has reached its first hundred likes and counting! Yes, it may be small insignificant number in comparison but I’m glad that I’m here!
100 Hands – a handmade collective
Shopping scene has a fresh new approach here in Urban India. Gone are the days when the fashion meant branded product that’s factory-made bulk and an exact replica. It’s refreshing to see people appreciate art and uniqueness with a whole new revolution going on in here. Often time, your home town become foreign when you return after almost half a decade. With shopping fairs and sunday markets, artists and crafters have a lot of scope, an arena to spread the word  and sell themselves.
One such event happened in the heart of the city, A Hundred Hands at Brigade-MG Road. Homey, ethnic setup housing talented artists and NGO from all over India, this was my first experience visiting a cozy bazaar back home. We walked past the commercial street and caught a glimpse of the dressed up street for the festive season in November here in India.
Apparently, events like these are called ‘flea market’ colloquially , which should really be selling products at a bargained price. Instead, they have hourly workshops,  renowned artists selling designer one-of-a-kind products with upmarket pricing and branding strategy. It’s a lot of fun attending an art exhibition cum fair with much more to offer than my words can express.
Hundred likes and counting…..
If you have enjoyed reading this post and love to see more of these art fair do leave me a message and don’t forget to follow my Facebook page Kaajewel. Thanks for making it all a happy success. Good day!

Women in New york

A new addition to the photography section… Inspired by the city and the people of NYC…

Women smoking

Sometimes true beauty is captured in natural self. No poses, no say cheese… happiness is seen in ones eyes not merely by smiles.
Check out the continuation with my take on fashion – Women in New york -2

Exotic Jaisalmer- the golden fort

On a cold december evening, I packed my bags and headed out to the Bangalore airport with my mom and brother to met my dad in Ahmedabad. The story line goes back to 2006 when I still lived and worked in India. I remember this day vividly, probably because I got a call confirming a job offer, I had interviewed for early that week. Early next day, while we drove from Gujarat, we witness this diverse landscape, drought and poverty struck lifestyle. Yes, we were heading into the Thar desert situated in Rajasthan and our destination….. Jaisalmer.

Jaisalmer, the ancient city of  hill fort located in Rajasthan, attracts tourist from all around the world. I managed to capture the beauty of this place with a basic Olympus camera, I believe it turned out good enough.

A man playing Chikara, very melodious, folk string instrument. Within the fort walls, the streets were filled with vendor selling local art and handicrafts. Aren’t these colorful cloth dolls beautiful?!

 This is a shot of the golden fort. It seems in 1100s, King Jaisal built this fort with yellow sand-stone to camouflage against the desert. 


The camel safari, the artistic structure, evening dinner with Rajasthani folk dance and music makes this place a unique destination for tourism.

The photo on the right shows me and my brother, rolling, playing in the sand dunes before sunset. It was a wonderful vacation….  I came back, accepted the job offer and worked for JP Morgan Chase for a year and realized that dreams do come true. So much fun, those were the days…life was so easy!