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<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n [ezcol_1half]I spotted him as he was about to ascend the steps, past the concrete elephants guarding the entrance to Jagdish Temple, a short but energising haul up from Gangaur Ghat on the lakeside – where my room is\u00a0– and one of Udaipur’s most iconic buildings. Below those steps is a square where\u00a0beggars and vendors do their stuff. In the Holi celebrations the square was jam packed. I saw muscular cops swinging lathis down with serious intent on the backs of young men, for no reason\u00a0I could fathom.<\/p>\n Though it’s a touch\u00a0off-focus, I couldn’t bring myself to ditch this picture: such nobility of bearing. And so quintessentially India.[\/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] <\/p>\n This woman could be a model in the west, and not just for her facial beauty. I framed too tight, so you don’t see her majestic bearing as she shimmers along Gangaur Ghat, builders rubble in a cloth cushioned basket on her head. As a young man I’d occasionally be asked by women in the fields south of Delhi to help them get bundled firewood or sugar cane into place. I knew, from humping bags of sand and cement on building sites to pay for that first trip east,\u00a0those loads to be well over a hundredweight. A smile and nod of thanks, and they’d walk proudly away with a posture and gait western women can only dream of.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n [ezcol_1half]<\/p>\n Here’s Johnny<\/strong>\u00a0– of the\u00a0Johnny Tea Center, a windowless concrete cell on an alley in the north west of town. Johnny does the meanest ‘cafe masala’ I ever tasted. He uses instant but it knocks most of the town’s so-called espressos – I’ve sampled a good few – into a cocked hat with its triple strength, and wallop of ginger at back of the ferret. I’ve paid four visits\u00a0and there’s always something afoot, if only venomous glances between Johnny and no nonsense\u00a0wife, who, besides taking care of the\u00a0samosa end of the business, does a fine line in bell peppers stuffed with potato and chilhi. Today I met a priest who looks like a rock star, a painter whose daddy and grand daddy had plied the same trade, and a New Englander crossing India on an Enfield Bullet she bought on arrival three months ago and intends to sell in Delhi[\/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] [\/ezcol_1half_end]<\/p>\n Johnny and his Buena Vista Club\u00a0merit a post in their own right. For now, this will have to do. In\u00a0the sunlight at cave’s entrance Johnny minds\u00a0his stove, a mud and dung affair in a recycled ghee tin. It runs on charcoal, kicked into life as needed by hand-rotated bellows feeding an air pipe soldered in, a few inches up the tin’s side. Wife and clientele sit or squat in the interior gloom, for the time being safe from my lens. Tomorrow I’ll be back with flash gun.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n [ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half] <\/p>\n [ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half] <\/p>\n Rajasthan’s havelis<\/em> – a Persian word betraying yet another of the diversity of influences on the sub continent, its mores and wider culture – had tiny shuttered windows, that the womenfolk might observe life without being seen in return. Those days are largely gone, but an elderly woman or less commonly a man can still often be seen watching life go by, if we only get our eyes up from street level.<\/p>\n [ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half] <\/p>\n Finally, life in India involves a great deal of waiting. (Bear in mind, next time a vendor tries to ‘fleece’ you, that you may be his\/her sole customer that day, week\u00a0or even month.) There are two common ways of filling in the time. One, especially favoured on the lowest rungs of the ladder, is sleep. Last October I made the mistake of accompanying Pappu in Bundi<\/strong><\/a> to the free hospital for his fortnightly jab to deal with some blood condition. In a crowded reception where motorbikes glided in and parked, and dogs came and went\u00a0at will, hundreds of people waited. And waited. After two hours I was going up the wall. We were far from any part of town I knew, and this neck of the woods had all the charm of an industrial estate – which in point of fact it was. I’d forgotten how to wait, you see, so was pacing up and down with furrowed brow, till a radiographer called me to the door of his small office. He pointed to a couch and gave me to understand I should lie on it and take a nap. How could I have forgotten the art of sleep, and on a hot afternoon in this of all countries?\u00a0The time sailed by, though it would be another two hours before Pappu came to claim me.<\/p>\n But the other most common time-killer, favoured by the petit bourgeois, is reading the paper. Shopkeepers are forever at it, closely followed by tuk-tuk wallahs.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The end.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Disinclined to write, I wandered the ghats and streets at\u00a0the northern end of Lake Pichola. Later I’ll dedicate a post to\u00a0the lake, so have focused here on faces, mostly human. 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