It would be incorrect to call Nagaur a one-horse town. It has some 10,000 horses. In addition to 150,000 cows and 300,000 camels. Nagaur also used to have a big population of asses but they are in Government service now. What it DOES have is a magnificent fort! At this point, ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Dr. Mahesh Rao, aka maitreya, who is a photographer par excellence. All the photos here are his work.
The part of the fort where diyas were lit (duh)
And hats off to the chaps who organised this event. The lighting and atmosphere were simply amazing. About the music - well, I liked it. Can't say I followed much - my understanding of Urdu is pretty rudimentary - but the singing was from the heart. You could feel the sincerity.
My neighbour for the evening was an American lady of some seventy summers, who had substantially tanked up for the occasion. She was a little unsteady on her feet and on several occasions fell into my arms. I got the distinct impression that I was 4 decades too late. Anyway, all that physical intimacy seemed to form a bond and she started talking to me. Here's a sample of the conversation
American Lady: Wassee singin? Izzat from Bollywood? Izzee Shahrukh Khan?
Me: It's a Rajasthani folk song. No, he is not Shahrukh khan. His name is ...let me see... Kachra Khan
AL: Wazzat melody called?
Me: I'm not sure. But the Raga is called Sohini
AL: Wow! How cool is that!
AL: So, do they have a Raga named after Toyota too?
Me: Thats So-hi-ni. Not Sony.
AL: Wassee singin? Izzat from Bollywood? Izzee Shahrukh Khan?
Thus the night wore on. An hour or so later, my American girlfriend went off to "look for a refill" and did not turn up again.
The programe finally ended at 10.30 pm, at which time the temperature was -17 degrees C (adjusted for windchill)
P.S. Rajasthani Couplet specially composed for Chutney
O baalma come back, my eyes ache for a glimpse
Tho I wish your pals and you weren't such wimps