An Awesome Day in ‘Hawa Mahal’

Have you ever got slap from wind? Astounding! Like you, I, too, was when I heard it. Well, it’s a miracle of incredible India where such happens. Rajasthan has been the hub of Rajput royals. The capital city ‘Jaipur’ has not one but so many landmarks that define the beauty of Mughal & Rajput architectures’ marriage.

I had trespassed many states in India for excursions. Booking North India tour packages had always opened gateways of north Indian sites, such as Delhi tour packages, Haridwar & Mathura tour. But this time, my curiosity was to feel the crispy punches of gusty wind. And this became possible through Jaipur tour packages from Delhi. My curious soul wanted to witness ‘HawaMahal’. But I live in Delhi.

As its name suggests as it is built. The punches of gusty winds did not let even a drop of sweat to come out of my skin pores. That’s why we call it the ‘palace of wind’. It is tremendous architecture has contribution of Lal Chand Ustad who carved red & pink sandstone to make out masterpiece.

Through 953 latticed windows (Jharokha), the wind travels making every ‘Jharokha’ its passage. Mughal & Rajput architectures fused to give the resemblance of honeycomb of beehives during the dynasty of Maharaja Sawai Pratap Singh. But actually, it was an inspiration taken from lord Krishna’s crown.

        

Standing at the epicenter of city Jaipur, the gusts pass through multitudes of latticed windows. And at one latticed window, it was me that got its crispy slap on ear. However, the wind seemed healing & soothing but alongside, the fact behind it haunted me a lot.

Poor Queens! They had to stay completely cut off from the public or laymen. Can you ever imagine that the king of Jaipur did not wish his queens to go in open-street and got mingled with common men? How rude he was! That’s why he built this palace with so many channels of air. These provide oxygen to the suffocative life of the queens. This suffocation was of ‘purdah’ practice in which the Rajput queens had to resign to.

  

But now, the way rickshaw pullers pester there, it seems pure STALKIKNG. On the contrary, laymen’s heart is full of kindness. Every person seems ready to offer you at least water to show hospitality.

I must say Pink City Jaipur is really snazzy.