“Jaipur, No! It’s not my kind of tourist destination. I would rather go to a less known place like Orchha or may be Mandu.” That’s what I felt about Jaipur. The monuments are new and have no historical perspective or importance. The forts, the cannons, the guns, the Armour were made with many threat apprehensions, but never used. Subsidiary alliance with the British came to the rescue of the maharajas. Else I don’t think they could have sustained the onslaught of foreign invaders. Rather than getting into unnecessary military troubles with potentially dangerous enemies, the maharajas glorified themselves by subjugating small and weak fiefdoms. Although they made the world’s largest cannon, they didn’t have the courage and opportunity to use it more than once. That too was a test shot and not a real one.
Anyhow whatever feeling I had in my mind, I decided to move around the city. The official work was over by the evening and I had a full day to explore the royal charters. Enquired in the hotel about the taxi fares, and no surprises, the prices were very high. Some added benefits that you may get, if you are planning to visit Jaipur in winter – inflated prices for possibly everything, right from your hotel charges, taxi charges, souvenirs shopping, and other stuffs. Keeping into consideration the cost economics, I made up my mind to take the sloppy state transport buses.
Paid the hotel bills and straightway headed towards the City Palace, in the walled old city. Pink City – that’s how its better known. The whole city was painted in pink to welcome the Prince of Wales in 1876. This shows how devoted the Indian Rulers were, not towards India, but towards their European friends. While Scindias made a castle at Shivpuri to welcome George V, how can the Jaipur Maharaja be left back in the race to get the Victorian blessings? City palace lies right in the middle of the Sawai’s Pink City, nearby lies the Jantar Mantar, and the Palace of Winds. It was the area that had the biggest crowds in those days, and it applies even today. Jantar
Mantar is a testimony of Sawai jai Singh’s love for astrology (1) and planetary motion. He ordered the construction of similar instruments at five other sites – Delhi, Ujjain, Varanasi and Mathura other than Jaipur.
I decided to skip the mathematical Jantar Mantar, as I have already seen the one that is in Delhi. When I visited the same at Delhi, I found it very unfortunate that there’s no one who can tell you about the instruments. It’s easier to find a bunch of amateur guides everywhere else, but no one can be spotted there. Reason, what I felt was, it is easy to cook stories about silent monuments, but to give a reasonable explanation about a scientific instrument is something that pays less and requires some serious book reading.
I moved into the city palace, having taken a film roll from a nearby shop. The early morning sunshine was getting stronger and stronger. Moved around the Textile Museum in a hurry and misled, entered a souvenir shop. Some paintings on old Court Stamp papers drew my attention immediately. “How much for this one – a old man with white overgrown moustaches and colourful pagdi, looking out from a fort bastion,” I asked. The price was beyond my reach, so decided not to waste any more time and moved towards the next palace.
Entered the palace through the Rajendra pol, with a smart tourist friendly guard at the gate. The gate also had two monolithic marble replicas of Elephant, and some really neat paintings. It was really good inside, what impressed me the most were the efforts taken for preservation. The palace has been preserved in its original glory, and makes a very accurate portrayal of the Rajput Royal life. Inside the courtyard, what immediately strikes you is the Peacock Pattern at the gate, painted superbly with bright colours. I tried to photograph the same that also appears in lonely planet-Best of India. Here also, efforts were made to give the whole thing a three dimensional effect. Check this out!
Though it was only around 09:30 in the morning, huge crowds have already started pouring in, mostly foreigner. I kept on clicking, virtually everything, the Brass doors, the painted ceilings, the high rise Jharhokas, and the pink walls all around. Flying high atop the seven-storied Chandra Mahal was the Punch Ranga – the five coloured striped state flag of Jaipur. Three colours dominated the views – red, blue, and white. With Blue sky forming the perfect background, the red walls and the white marble floors make a sharp contrast.
Moved into the picture gallery. Keeping into mind that my bus would depart at 16:00 and Amer and Jaigarh forts are still to be conquered, finished off in few minutes and having said “goodbye” to the pagdi Wallah guard at the entrance, I logged off the city palace complex. Enquired about the way to Hawa Mahal, i.e. the palace of winds, and moved on towards the same on my feet. After some zigzag maneuvers I finally made it.
Hawa Mahal – a monument that’s inseparable from Jaipur was my next stopover. It can prove out to be big disappointment for those who have only seen glossy postcards of freshly painted Hawa Mahal. The monument, though unique in many ways needs immediate attention and some red paint. I did notice some construction work in progress. This strange monument, build for a stranger purpose, has a good number of windows. The windowpanes can still be seen; these windows gave the royal ladies a view of the streets. The queens used to witness the important proceedings, marriage processions, and anything that the city has on offer, through these windows.
Having seen the interiors, I decided to take some photographs from outside. A flurry of vehicles made the job a bit difficult, but the road divider served the purpose nicely. Took some pictures while vehicles passed by in both directions. But, the complete was still to be captured in a single frame; moved across the road and peeped through the viewfinder for that complete frame. “Its not possible with 35mm auto focus camera,” that’s how I consoled my heart and made my way to the bus stand, on the other side of the road.
Just as I was inquiring about the bus timing from nearby hawkers, a bus came. Took the same, but it was becoming difficult to move ahead with any food, as I had started with any breakfast. A street vendor was like a god send messenger with some fresh bananas. Although I have a strong disliking for bananas, I decided to stock up some in my howling stomach. A young schoolboy was sitting next to me; I offered him a banana, he said, “No.” after some time he asked me, “Are you on a sight seeing tour of Jaipur?” I replied, “No, actually it was an official one, but I just want to make the best possible use of some spare hours.”
He told me that he wanted to become an engineer and I surprised him by revealing my identity. He wanted to know how much money an engineer makes? Whatever you get is quite sufficient for enjoying a decent lifestyle was my reply. We had a good chat until his stop came. He got down at the Jaipur Air Force Station, just opposite the famous Jal Mahal. I also wished to get down but thinking of the city bus services and evening return bus for Delhi, decided to go straight to the Amer fort. Just as our bus passed through a ravaged gate, the Jaigarh fort made its first entry into the rough terrain, with no real vegetation and inhabitation around.
That’s what I always crave for! A majestic fort atop an imposing hill with elaborate defense arrangements. The fortifications can be seen clearly; the bastions were right on vigil. The whole view was superb – it’s like a crown on the head of Barren Mountain. As the bus moved a bit farther, came the twin fort of Amer. Amer fort stood impatiently to welcome the tourists with a well-laid garden at the entrance. In fact it was the most crowded fort I have ever seen. The fort can definitely be termed as a Tourist friendly fort, as you can approach it with ease and it offers rare royal lifestyle and grandeur, preserved with care.
Took a film and moved straightway to the fort. On both sides of the main entrance, there were a plethora of hawkers selling everything, from fish food to human food, postcards to royal souvenirs, printing blocks to printed cloths. I saw a foreign tourist losing her temper with a hawker who had followed her right from the top of the fort. Poor Man- his efforts came to a big null, but not his spirits. The next target would find it more difficult to evade his foolproof marketing net.
After a small trek, I was at the main gate of Amer fort. I suggest you not to take the elephant path, not even by mistake, as it stinks and also has a risk of moving along with the moody giants. The central courtyard next to the main gate was flooded with tourists. School Children with their endless enthusiasm written all over their faces, Young Couples who have just tasted the eternal experience named LOVE, foreign tourist with a quest to discover the Indian mysteries, family men and casual travelers like me can be spotted everywhere. The ticket window, not surprisingly, was also crowded, even with two separate queues for ladies and gents.
Took the tickets, and moved into the main complex of Amer fort. A good number of steep stairs left me at a gate that opened into an open verandah. In front was a big open hall with an array of impressively carved pillars of red sandstone. The hall offers some really good views of the whole area. The ruined fortification walls can still be seen on the nearby hills. Even the steps that once led the way to the watch post are intact but not continuous. Took some photographs and made by way to the nearby elaborately painted Ganeshpol. Ganeshpol was the central attraction and the gateway to the palatial complexes of Amer. The paintings were really breathtaking, and what most impressive was the symmetry of patterns. They were also designed to have a three dimensional effect because of the underlying plastering.
Entered the main palace complex through Ganeshpol. It was all royal and very well preserved. A well-laid charbagh welcomes you as move in through the Ganeshpol. This garden, and the one at the entrance, was inspired by Mughal practice of making Gardens. Sitting near the Charbagh, Sheesh Mahal, or the Glass Palace, is another example of Rajput stubbornness and will power. I wonder how the rusty Rajputs who developed such fine taste.
Sheesh Mahal as the name suggests has some exquisite glasswork on the walls and ceilings. Coloured glasses have been used in some places that filter in light in various shades. Changed my camera film and moved around the whole complex. While I was exploring the dark corners of the Nearby Zenana Court, I experienced a painful ankle twist. For a few seconds I lost my vision.
After some time I felt an immediate need of some puffs, but no one could be seen smoking, inside the palace premises. While I was looking for a lonely place somewhere, I found myself near the main frontal watchtower of Amer fort. The views were great – the elephants, dressed quite colourfully can be seen making their way up to the fort. Enjoyed the smoke, and decided to have a final look at the Amer Fort and move ahead to the next level – Jaigarh.
Coming out of Amer, I was in terrible indecisiveness, whether to go to Jaigarh or call it a day. I don’t know what drove me but I took the dusty tracks leading to the imposing Jaigarh fort. “How far is the fort, and it is worth putting the effort of scaling it?” I asked a foreign tourist who was coming back from Jaigarh. He replied, “some 20 minutes, but its definitely worthy.” I found my cylinders charged up, and the upward trek started. Surprisingly whereas Amer has so much tourist inrush, and elephants, to carry them, not many want to go to the Jaigarh.
On my way to the Jaigarh, I came across many children moving up with their parents and family. While their parents have surrendered to the steep and tiring trek, but for the children there’s nothing stopping them. In fact they enjoyed every bit of it. One of them asked me with some pride, “are going to the fort?” they actually wanted to tell me that they are also going to the same fort. And to tell the truth while I just made it with no more energy to spare and improper breathing, they did climbed up with no visible signs of exertion.
“A more challenging job was right up there.” The fort is real big one with armory and a good number of palaces. The bastions offer an undulating view of the whole area, what a royal army man had in those days, while doing his job.
The desire to see the world largest cannon by own eyes dragged me further for a walk of about 2 kilometers. At last, some signs of commercialised tourism that is otherwise rampant in all other places in Rajasthan. A few camels welcomed me near the palace gate, the most happening place I Jaigarh fort. Inquired about the Jaivaan, and moved ahead unabatedly. Taking all the red dust that was directed by the passer by cars and camel with love, I moved ahead.
“I made it.” The Jaivaan was sitting just by my side, and I was enjoying the views from the highest point in Jaigarh. But, I found the much talked after and over hyped cannon a disappointment. Thought it was made with great intensions, and some stories were also cooked about the lethalness of this giant machine, it never showed off its real potential and effectiveness.
There’s an interesting story about this speechless mammoth gun. It is said that whenever the cannon was fired, the blast was so loud that the sepoy involved in the act of torching it, would jump into the neighboring water tank to keep his eardrums intact. Although the tank can be spotted even today, but it’s hard to believe the story. Having quenched my thirst for forts and adding one more in my list of forts conquered, I moved on towards the main entrance.
On my way back walked along the corridors of defense. “Punch Ranga” can be seen flying atop a watchtower. After some wandering, I was at the main entrance. I was quite contented with what I had discovered. My initial feeling about the royal Jaipur has altered, but only by some small margin. Now, I was left with only one last desire and that was to reach the bus stand well in time.
Had a last view all around as I was coming down the Jaigarh. Walked passed the Amer and after a few minutes, I was finally at the main road. Waited for a bus, but with no one in near sight, took an auto rickshaw and straightway headed for Jaipur Bus stand. Reached there, and had a coffee with a veg. patty. Took some magazines for the travel, and took the super luxurious VOLVO, certainly the best available bus in India.
The royal images kept on appearing wherever I closed my eyes. I thought, maybe the Jehangir Mahal of Orchha had been just like the Sheesh Mahal, before the Bundela’s abandoned their capital, in favour of Tikamgarh. Datia Mahal can still be renovated only if the there is a genuine concern, and the people understand what these things mean to us. The sorry state of many other monuments, made me to conclude, that probably these monuments were safe, had they remained in the hands of their erstwhile custodians? At least the emotional attachment would be there, and a caring attitude comes with that. Be it the city palace of Udaipur, the Scindia Palace in Gwalior, or the Umaid Mahal palace of Jodhpur, the conservation remains the priority Number one.
With all this concerns in my mind, we reached a halt. The driver confirmed about a 15-minute break. Enjoyed a hot coffee, with some refreshing puffs. Reached Dhaula Kuan via Gurgaon, a transformed place because of the DLF – Delhi leasing Finance Corporation. Got down at Dhaula Kuan, and took a local bus to Sarojini Nagar.
1: The study of the positions and aspects of celestial bodies in the belief that they have an influence on the course of natural earthly occurrences and human affairs.
Anyhow whatever feeling I had in my mind, I decided to move around the city. The official work was over by the evening and I had a full day to explore the royal charters. Enquired in the hotel about the taxi fares, and no surprises, the prices were very high. Some added benefits that you may get, if you are planning to visit Jaipur in winter – inflated prices for possibly everything, right from your hotel charges, taxi charges, souvenirs shopping, and other stuffs. Keeping into consideration the cost economics, I made up my mind to take the sloppy state transport buses.
Paid the hotel bills and straightway headed towards the City Palace, in the walled old city. Pink City – that’s how its better known. The whole city was painted in pink to welcome the Prince of Wales in 1876. This shows how devoted the Indian Rulers were, not towards India, but towards their European friends. While Scindias made a castle at Shivpuri to welcome George V, how can the Jaipur Maharaja be left back in the race to get the Victorian blessings? City palace lies right in the middle of the Sawai’s Pink City, nearby lies the Jantar Mantar, and the Palace of Winds. It was the area that had the biggest crowds in those days, and it applies even today. Jantar
Mantar is a testimony of Sawai jai Singh’s love for astrology (1) and planetary motion. He ordered the construction of similar instruments at five other sites – Delhi, Ujjain, Varanasi and Mathura other than Jaipur.
I decided to skip the mathematical Jantar Mantar, as I have already seen the one that is in Delhi. When I visited the same at Delhi, I found it very unfortunate that there’s no one who can tell you about the instruments. It’s easier to find a bunch of amateur guides everywhere else, but no one can be spotted there. Reason, what I felt was, it is easy to cook stories about silent monuments, but to give a reasonable explanation about a scientific instrument is something that pays less and requires some serious book reading.
I moved into the city palace, having taken a film roll from a nearby shop. The early morning sunshine was getting stronger and stronger. Moved around the Textile Museum in a hurry and misled, entered a souvenir shop. Some paintings on old Court Stamp papers drew my attention immediately. “How much for this one – a old man with white overgrown moustaches and colourful pagdi, looking out from a fort bastion,” I asked. The price was beyond my reach, so decided not to waste any more time and moved towards the next palace.
Entered the palace through the Rajendra pol, with a smart tourist friendly guard at the gate. The gate also had two monolithic marble replicas of Elephant, and some really neat paintings. It was really good inside, what impressed me the most were the efforts taken for preservation. The palace has been preserved in its original glory, and makes a very accurate portrayal of the Rajput Royal life. Inside the courtyard, what immediately strikes you is the Peacock Pattern at the gate, painted superbly with bright colours. I tried to photograph the same that also appears in lonely planet-Best of India. Here also, efforts were made to give the whole thing a three dimensional effect. Check this out!
Though it was only around 09:30 in the morning, huge crowds have already started pouring in, mostly foreigner. I kept on clicking, virtually everything, the Brass doors, the painted ceilings, the high rise Jharhokas, and the pink walls all around. Flying high atop the seven-storied Chandra Mahal was the Punch Ranga – the five coloured striped state flag of Jaipur. Three colours dominated the views – red, blue, and white. With Blue sky forming the perfect background, the red walls and the white marble floors make a sharp contrast.
Moved into the picture gallery. Keeping into mind that my bus would depart at 16:00 and Amer and Jaigarh forts are still to be conquered, finished off in few minutes and having said “goodbye” to the pagdi Wallah guard at the entrance, I logged off the city palace complex. Enquired about the way to Hawa Mahal, i.e. the palace of winds, and moved on towards the same on my feet. After some zigzag maneuvers I finally made it.
Hawa Mahal – a monument that’s inseparable from Jaipur was my next stopover. It can prove out to be big disappointment for those who have only seen glossy postcards of freshly painted Hawa Mahal. The monument, though unique in many ways needs immediate attention and some red paint. I did notice some construction work in progress. This strange monument, build for a stranger purpose, has a good number of windows. The windowpanes can still be seen; these windows gave the royal ladies a view of the streets. The queens used to witness the important proceedings, marriage processions, and anything that the city has on offer, through these windows.
Having seen the interiors, I decided to take some photographs from outside. A flurry of vehicles made the job a bit difficult, but the road divider served the purpose nicely. Took some pictures while vehicles passed by in both directions. But, the complete was still to be captured in a single frame; moved across the road and peeped through the viewfinder for that complete frame. “Its not possible with 35mm auto focus camera,” that’s how I consoled my heart and made my way to the bus stand, on the other side of the road.
Just as I was inquiring about the bus timing from nearby hawkers, a bus came. Took the same, but it was becoming difficult to move ahead with any food, as I had started with any breakfast. A street vendor was like a god send messenger with some fresh bananas. Although I have a strong disliking for bananas, I decided to stock up some in my howling stomach. A young schoolboy was sitting next to me; I offered him a banana, he said, “No.” after some time he asked me, “Are you on a sight seeing tour of Jaipur?” I replied, “No, actually it was an official one, but I just want to make the best possible use of some spare hours.”
He told me that he wanted to become an engineer and I surprised him by revealing my identity. He wanted to know how much money an engineer makes? Whatever you get is quite sufficient for enjoying a decent lifestyle was my reply. We had a good chat until his stop came. He got down at the Jaipur Air Force Station, just opposite the famous Jal Mahal. I also wished to get down but thinking of the city bus services and evening return bus for Delhi, decided to go straight to the Amer fort. Just as our bus passed through a ravaged gate, the Jaigarh fort made its first entry into the rough terrain, with no real vegetation and inhabitation around.
That’s what I always crave for! A majestic fort atop an imposing hill with elaborate defense arrangements. The fortifications can be seen clearly; the bastions were right on vigil. The whole view was superb – it’s like a crown on the head of Barren Mountain. As the bus moved a bit farther, came the twin fort of Amer. Amer fort stood impatiently to welcome the tourists with a well-laid garden at the entrance. In fact it was the most crowded fort I have ever seen. The fort can definitely be termed as a Tourist friendly fort, as you can approach it with ease and it offers rare royal lifestyle and grandeur, preserved with care.
Took a film and moved straightway to the fort. On both sides of the main entrance, there were a plethora of hawkers selling everything, from fish food to human food, postcards to royal souvenirs, printing blocks to printed cloths. I saw a foreign tourist losing her temper with a hawker who had followed her right from the top of the fort. Poor Man- his efforts came to a big null, but not his spirits. The next target would find it more difficult to evade his foolproof marketing net.
After a small trek, I was at the main gate of Amer fort. I suggest you not to take the elephant path, not even by mistake, as it stinks and also has a risk of moving along with the moody giants. The central courtyard next to the main gate was flooded with tourists. School Children with their endless enthusiasm written all over their faces, Young Couples who have just tasted the eternal experience named LOVE, foreign tourist with a quest to discover the Indian mysteries, family men and casual travelers like me can be spotted everywhere. The ticket window, not surprisingly, was also crowded, even with two separate queues for ladies and gents.
Took the tickets, and moved into the main complex of Amer fort. A good number of steep stairs left me at a gate that opened into an open verandah. In front was a big open hall with an array of impressively carved pillars of red sandstone. The hall offers some really good views of the whole area. The ruined fortification walls can still be seen on the nearby hills. Even the steps that once led the way to the watch post are intact but not continuous. Took some photographs and made by way to the nearby elaborately painted Ganeshpol. Ganeshpol was the central attraction and the gateway to the palatial complexes of Amer. The paintings were really breathtaking, and what most impressive was the symmetry of patterns. They were also designed to have a three dimensional effect because of the underlying plastering.
Entered the main palace complex through Ganeshpol. It was all royal and very well preserved. A well-laid charbagh welcomes you as move in through the Ganeshpol. This garden, and the one at the entrance, was inspired by Mughal practice of making Gardens. Sitting near the Charbagh, Sheesh Mahal, or the Glass Palace, is another example of Rajput stubbornness and will power. I wonder how the rusty Rajputs who developed such fine taste.
Sheesh Mahal as the name suggests has some exquisite glasswork on the walls and ceilings. Coloured glasses have been used in some places that filter in light in various shades. Changed my camera film and moved around the whole complex. While I was exploring the dark corners of the Nearby Zenana Court, I experienced a painful ankle twist. For a few seconds I lost my vision.
After some time I felt an immediate need of some puffs, but no one could be seen smoking, inside the palace premises. While I was looking for a lonely place somewhere, I found myself near the main frontal watchtower of Amer fort. The views were great – the elephants, dressed quite colourfully can be seen making their way up to the fort. Enjoyed the smoke, and decided to have a final look at the Amer Fort and move ahead to the next level – Jaigarh.
Coming out of Amer, I was in terrible indecisiveness, whether to go to Jaigarh or call it a day. I don’t know what drove me but I took the dusty tracks leading to the imposing Jaigarh fort. “How far is the fort, and it is worth putting the effort of scaling it?” I asked a foreign tourist who was coming back from Jaigarh. He replied, “some 20 minutes, but its definitely worthy.” I found my cylinders charged up, and the upward trek started. Surprisingly whereas Amer has so much tourist inrush, and elephants, to carry them, not many want to go to the Jaigarh.
On my way to the Jaigarh, I came across many children moving up with their parents and family. While their parents have surrendered to the steep and tiring trek, but for the children there’s nothing stopping them. In fact they enjoyed every bit of it. One of them asked me with some pride, “are going to the fort?” they actually wanted to tell me that they are also going to the same fort. And to tell the truth while I just made it with no more energy to spare and improper breathing, they did climbed up with no visible signs of exertion.
“A more challenging job was right up there.” The fort is real big one with armory and a good number of palaces. The bastions offer an undulating view of the whole area, what a royal army man had in those days, while doing his job.
The desire to see the world largest cannon by own eyes dragged me further for a walk of about 2 kilometers. At last, some signs of commercialised tourism that is otherwise rampant in all other places in Rajasthan. A few camels welcomed me near the palace gate, the most happening place I Jaigarh fort. Inquired about the Jaivaan, and moved ahead unabatedly. Taking all the red dust that was directed by the passer by cars and camel with love, I moved ahead.
“I made it.” The Jaivaan was sitting just by my side, and I was enjoying the views from the highest point in Jaigarh. But, I found the much talked after and over hyped cannon a disappointment. Thought it was made with great intensions, and some stories were also cooked about the lethalness of this giant machine, it never showed off its real potential and effectiveness.
There’s an interesting story about this speechless mammoth gun. It is said that whenever the cannon was fired, the blast was so loud that the sepoy involved in the act of torching it, would jump into the neighboring water tank to keep his eardrums intact. Although the tank can be spotted even today, but it’s hard to believe the story. Having quenched my thirst for forts and adding one more in my list of forts conquered, I moved on towards the main entrance.
On my way back walked along the corridors of defense. “Punch Ranga” can be seen flying atop a watchtower. After some wandering, I was at the main entrance. I was quite contented with what I had discovered. My initial feeling about the royal Jaipur has altered, but only by some small margin. Now, I was left with only one last desire and that was to reach the bus stand well in time.
Had a last view all around as I was coming down the Jaigarh. Walked passed the Amer and after a few minutes, I was finally at the main road. Waited for a bus, but with no one in near sight, took an auto rickshaw and straightway headed for Jaipur Bus stand. Reached there, and had a coffee with a veg. patty. Took some magazines for the travel, and took the super luxurious VOLVO, certainly the best available bus in India.
The royal images kept on appearing wherever I closed my eyes. I thought, maybe the Jehangir Mahal of Orchha had been just like the Sheesh Mahal, before the Bundela’s abandoned their capital, in favour of Tikamgarh. Datia Mahal can still be renovated only if the there is a genuine concern, and the people understand what these things mean to us. The sorry state of many other monuments, made me to conclude, that probably these monuments were safe, had they remained in the hands of their erstwhile custodians? At least the emotional attachment would be there, and a caring attitude comes with that. Be it the city palace of Udaipur, the Scindia Palace in Gwalior, or the Umaid Mahal palace of Jodhpur, the conservation remains the priority Number one.
With all this concerns in my mind, we reached a halt. The driver confirmed about a 15-minute break. Enjoyed a hot coffee, with some refreshing puffs. Reached Dhaula Kuan via Gurgaon, a transformed place because of the DLF – Delhi leasing Finance Corporation. Got down at Dhaula Kuan, and took a local bus to Sarojini Nagar.
1: The study of the positions and aspects of celestial bodies in the belief that they have an influence on the course of natural earthly occurrences and human affairs.
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