One of India’s most sacred towns is also home to a dazzling festival of camel races, folk dances, quirky competitions and much more.
Story and Photos by Supriya Pava
Amid Rajasthan’s shifting sands, intense heat, water shortages, sparse vegetation and cold starry nights, life in this seemingly endless desert is as treacherous as it is mysterious. Nowhere is this clearer than in Pushkar, Rajasthan’s bucket-list number, claimed by some to be the oldest existing city in India.
My first trip to Pushkar and I’m hooked, like most travellers here. Nestled between the Aravalli Hills, around 145 kilometres southwest of Jaipur, this mystical little town boasts golden sand dunes, temples, ghats, monuments, hamlets and a holy lake beautifully contrasting the harsh desert surroundings—but it’s best known for its religious significance and the annual frenetic camel fair.
Marked by colourful caravans of Rabari herdsmen from all over Rajasthan with their camels, horses and cattle in tow, the fair is held at the time of Kartik Poornima (a special full moon day), from late October to early November. (In 2017, the fair will be held from October 28 to November 4.)
The fair is ostensibly for buying and selling livestock, but for every day of the festival there are several cultural programs providing entertainment. Many people race their camels and decorate them to participate in beauty contests. There’s even a competition to see which man has the longest mustache. The festival is exceedingly popular with Indians and foreigner alike, with about 200,000 visitors from all around the globe, and hoards of photographers each year—myself included.
Pushkar is a delight for photographers, as the whole city offers terrific photo opportunities. The landscape’s mesmerizing sun-drenched curves, shimmering sands slithering in the breeze and sinking beneath the feet, provide a dreamlike desert panorama unlike anything I’ve found elsewhere.
I stroll past colourfully clad women who pop out everywhere here, from the young to the old, expressing their hometowns, culture and religion. These bold women, adorned with creatively crafted ornaments and accessories, are a delight to look at. Covered with a thin piece of fabric protecting them from prying eyes and symbolizing their dignity, a veil is an important part of their costume.
Looking at the different costumes, one can guess their state and caste; for example, the Rajasthani tribal women wear white shell bangles and a thick necklet made of silver. Rajasthani men don’t shy away from colour, either, opting for bright turbans, flashy necklets, bracelets and earrings.
Pushkar, which means “blue lotus flower” in Sanskrit, is one of five sacred pilgrimage sites in India. Visitors often head to the intricate stone Brahma Temple, 2,000 years old and dedicated to Brahma, the creator of the world according to Hindu’s holy trinity. There are few temples dedicated to Brahma anywhere else in the world. The holy lake in the middle of the town has 52 ghats, from which pilgrims descend into the lake to bathe in the sacred waters; unless a Hindu has bathed in these waters, their visits to India’s four other pilgrimage sites would be useless.
The ghats come alive every morning, the lake bathed in a gentle hue of the rising sun; women and men submerge themselves to cleanse their sins in its purifying waters offering ceremonial prayers, while temple bells ring in the near distance and birds twitter away.
Walking here, I felt happily disconnected from modern life.
Sadhus, ascetic holy men, congregate in Pushkar during its holy months. They look and act differently from one another, depending on their sect, but they are usually dressed in orange robes. Barring the fake sadhus, these monk-like sages are really quite kind. They often approach tourists, giving them flowers to make an offering to the pious lake and repeat a few mantras to receive blessings for them and their families. This is a swift way to experience a brief Hindu religious ceremony, but before participating, be sure to ask them how much of a donation they expect for performing this ritual.
After a long day of exploring, I settle into a café overlooking the town. Reflecting on my experience of the fair over a cup of tea, I can’t help but be amazed at this little town and its people; it is inspiring to be somewhere so spiritual. Pushkar allowed me to peer into a very different India, which I had thought was all but lost.
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