The Royal Jaipur.

City Palace of Jaipur is one of the biggest attractions. And you can see why!

Another view of City Palace and its Royalty.

The Front view of the main building of City Palace, Jaipur.

 It was the seat of the Maharaja of Jaipur, the head of the Kachwaha Rajput clan. The Chandra Mahal palace now houses a museum but the greatest part of it is still a royal residence.

The site for the palace was located on the site of a royal hunting lodge on a plain land encircled by a rocky hill range, five miles south of Amber (city).

Lotus gate and Spring gate.

The City Palace has every wall and corners designed so intricately that you can spend hours just gazing them.

Jaiprakash Yantra, Jantar Mantar, Jaipur.

Narivalaya Yantra at Jantar Mantar, Jaipur.

A view of Mubarakh Mahal, City Palace, Jaipur.

One of the two Gaint Sundials at Jantar Mantar, Jaipur.

A dome at Jantar Mantar, Jaipur.

The Pink beauty, Hawa Mahal. Standing with all its glory!

A view of Amer Fort from the top of Hawa Mahal.

The beautiful interiors of Hawa Mahal.

Pink and Yellow, two basic colors of Royal Jaipur.

From Hawa Mahal: City Palace and Amer fort.

A Panoramic view of the whole Jaipur city as viewed from the top of Hawa Mahal. 

A beautiful fountain at Albert Hall, Jaipur.

 A beautiful Idol of the goddess of Love and passion at Albert Hall, Jaipur.

Albert Hall is the oldest museum of the state and functions as the State museum of Rajasthan.

Albert Hall is a fine example of Indo-Saracenic architecture.

Albert Hall was designed by Sir Samuel Swinton Jacob and was opened as public museum in 1887.

Albert Hall in B/W shades.

Adhāī Din Kā Jhonpdā, a Vaishnava Hindu temple built in 1153 and converted into a mosque by Quṭbuddīn Aybak in 1193 at Ajmer.

           Adhai-Din-ka-jhopra is noted for its double-depth calligraphy inscriptions, in the Naskh and Kufic scripts.
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Apart from the mosque, called Jāma'Iltutmish (pronounced Altamish locally), nearly the whole of the ancient temple has fallen into ruins.

Forty columns support the roof, but no two are alike and the ornaments are exceptional in their decorations.

Adhāī Din Kā Jhonpdā situated on the lower slope of Tārāgarh hill. Aikbak's successor, Shams al-Din Iltutmish added to the mosque.

The beautiful Cravings on the rocks.

There is a rumor that Jin's made the building in Adhai din or Two and a half days, and so it was named that way.

One of the Intricate Pillars at Adhai-Din-Ka-Jhonpra, Ajmer, Rajasthan.

The roof of Adhai-Din-Ka-Jhonpra.

A temple at the top of a hill near Birla Temple, Jaipur.

A view of Amer Fort from the Valley.

Standing with pride: Amer fort, Jaipur.

Ajmeri gate, Jaipur.

Front view of Adhai-Din-Ka-Jhonpra, Ajmer.

Love : It CaN SwEeP YoU OfF yOuR fEEt

Never close your lips to those Whom you have opened your heart.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly,
what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Love Is BeAuTiFuL.

Love is the best medicine, and there is more than enough to go around once you open your heart. 

Mohhabbat bhi zindagi ki tarah hoti hai, har mod aasan nahi hota, har mod par khushi nahi hoti......Par jab hum zindagi ka saath nahi chodte to hum mohabbat ka saath kyon chhode..

There are some words spoken that can never be taken back and 
there are some words that will never be forgotten.

True love can blind you but at the same time if you let it, it can also open your eyes.




Quotes Courtesy : http://sweet-lovequotes.blogspot.in/

Selective Hibiscus! :)

Random Photography..

A beautiful Rangoli made by college students.

 

Selective color Daliah...

Can anyone notice the bee?

Selective Color Daliah..

B/W Daliah..

This one i love most out of the lot.

Purple.. Love the color..!

COLORS! <3

Purity..

Responsible citizens of India: are we?

Cool January air blew across my face, as I walked through a deserted city street. It felt I was walking on the road to eternity, all alone. I looked ahead, couldn’t see anyone on the road. I looked back, same was the case. As I walked the light from the street light dimmed, I continued walking, and kept my eyes fixed on the road. I had hardly travelled ten metres, I heard a fluttering sound. I looked around...I couldn’t see anything. I took one more step, the sound got louder and louder with each forthcoming step. I wondered what it might be. I don’t have a clue why I did it, but I suddenly looked up, and the scene  made me both proud and disgusted.

I saw our tri-colour fluttering with all its glory in the moonlight. The soft moon light seemed to have bathed the tri-colour; the whole scene looked so resplendent that I was nearly carried away in memories of the martyrs from those Bollywood movies. Those people of India, standing bravely against the British guns with the same Tri-Coloured flag, proudly held high in their hands. A scene from Jaliyan Wala Bagh... People crying, wailing. Kids, Women, Men lying on the ground, bathed in blood. Some shot at their chest, some eyes; and some had their heads opened. Voices echoed in my head, voices in grave pain barely able to chant the holy hymn of “Vande Mataram”. Countless were injured, beyond recovery...many more dead. Millions of families left mourning on the death people from their kin. Millions more burning and burying the bodies of their own children with blood soaked eyes. Millions of innocent lives lost over a span of hundreds of years. Yelling of the farmers whose family’s members couldn’t take hunger and left their bodies. Hundreds of great leaders who loved this country and its soil.

And here we are; same Indian people and the same Tri-colour. The day was so called The Republic day of India. The same Tri-colour abandoned lonely fluttering in the night’s sky, which seemed like paying homage to its holy sons and daughters whose blood constituted each and every thread in it. That moment my heart cramped. I felt ashamed of myself and those people who remembered to hoist the flag in the morning... but forgot to lower it at sunset. I swiftly moved to that poorly decorated pole and lowered the flag, folded it neatly and kept it the pocket of my jacket near my cramping heart. I walked to my apartment slowly, still lost in the echoes of the Holy hymn.

As I opened my cupboard and kept the flag neatly in my bag, there was only one question on my mind, “Responsible citizens of the sovereign state of India, are we?”

I leave the same question for you; take 2 minutes out for those people who shed their blood for this country, and ask those heavenly souls to pardon us for our sins.

I hereby leave you with a song i love.. play it,think over.
Vande Mataram


Jai Hind, Vande Mataram!