The hotel forgot the wake-up call; luckily Carol had set her alarm. We are taking the bus to Jaipur, Rajasthan, India. Sitting on the bus my head always reflects on stuff so I write it down.
|A Bride Traditionally Wears Red For Her Wedding|
Astrology is an intricate part of your Hindu life. As the barest minimum, compatibility of couples contemplating marriage must be at least 50%. Marriages are arranged based on this compatibility score. There is just no use even considering a life partner if compatibility is below that score, even if you emotionally like that person. Dinesh has an arranged marriage and is very happy with his position in life. He is enamored with Poonam, his wife, and his 2 children are wonderful. Arranged marriages do work.
For generations the stars, the moons, the planets have been watched and studied. Astronomy, mathematics, physics, all sciences prove to Hindus that Hinduism is the correct religion. It all makes sense, so women or men ‘believe ‘and follow what has been taught. It is such large part of India, her culture, that India is not fathomable without a Hindu perspective.
I believe there will always be arranged marriages in India, marriages based on astrology. Not marriages based on just ‘love’, but on common sense and heavenly signs and guidance by your astrologer. Marriage plays a huge part in society, in India it seems paramount. Love grows later; it blooms after the logical, arranged marriage.
On the way to Jaipur, we saw a bride and groom posing for pictures in front of a building at the side of the road. We stopped and congratulated them, gave them gifts (money to her) and wished them the best. This chance meeting on the side of the road led me to the above write up. The couple we just met had an arranged marriage. Everybody was smiling, including the priest, bride, groom and total family, although the bride was very shy and somewhat nervous because her first duty as a wife was to go to her in-laws house and prepare a meal. Unfortunately we did not get pictures here.
|Rambagh Palace Hotel|
Our lunch stop was arranged by Dinesh. And only he could have pulled this off. An exclusive hotel, room prices start at US $1,000 per night, had a lunch room reserved for our group. Dinesh knew the manager, who closed his eyes and let our group (ragamuffins?) eat our lunch in comfort. Well, almost…we were given a dining room way in the back of the estate, but still we could walk by the ornate buildings and beautiful gardens. It was a nice gesture for Dinesh to get us admission to this gated hotel. The lunch itself was food fit for a convention.
|Beautiful Gardens At the Hotel|
|Convention Centre Where We Had Lunch|
|Another View of the Exclusive Rambagh Palace Hotel|
We are on our way to Jaipur, the pink city, the city that also has an Astrological Park besides the ever so famous palaces and Maharajah dwellings. All those palaces that are all over Rajasthan, the land of the kings, were built to seal a marriage, a union between different people. But please remember, the maharajas were Muslims; who lived a different kind of culture from the Indian Culture. Those Maharajas had desert thinking, survival of the fittest thinking. Not that they did not care about family, of course they did, but basically, the individuals came first. The ME is the main focal point of their thinking. The view is that I, the Individual come first, before the rest of the universe. It still is common in the Muslim way of life. In their thinking it is them and Allah. The rest is expendable, in the end it is only him (her) that stands before Allah.
|This Is the Size of the Ruby Rock In the Previous Picture|
|Polishing Small Stones By Hand|
Requires Them To Be Attached
To 'Holding Sticks'.
|Another Example Of the Beautiful Work Done By Hand In This Shop|
|Modern Buildings In Jaipur|
|On Dinesh's Street|
|Very Modern Inside Dinesh's House|
|Princi, Dinesh and Poonam|
It seems that when we travel from one town to the next it takes all day, but we do collect experiences along the way, impressions that will last us a lifetime. Thank you for inviting us to your house, Dinesh, for introducing us to part of your family, for feeding us, informing us about India and for giving us shelter and comfort. You are my Guru!
|This Picture of Dinesh Feeding a Tree-Pie Bird Hangs In His Home|