Wednesday, 16 February 2011
Jaipur, The Pink City
In Management 101 we studied a model called the Johari Window.
Nothing to do with the Johari Bazaar in Jaipur. On a cool wet darkening
evening in November was it about as far from that textbook
abstraction as you could get.
Our Intrepid leader Uttam led us at a cracking pace along the
muddy streets through the bazaar. We trailed along behind him half dazed,
picking our way through rubbish, cow pats, potholes and puddles
and dodging the autorickshaws, motorbikes, children, goats, men wrapped in shawls,
an occasional umbrella, and the ubiquitous wandering cow (one wearing a bracelet).
Bit of a problem to negotiate all that while entranced by the
little specialty shops spilling out onto the uneven
arcades along the streets -- shoes, sweets, engine parts, oil lamps,
sacks of grains, sherberts, terracotta urns, chinese medicine, gems,
saris, marigolds, bells, statues, bangles, and myriad unidentified
objects filling the senses as we stumbled along trying to keep him
And then a wider street, even more traffic, and looming over us
the fairy-tale facade of the Hawa Mahal.