Our guide Dipak is from a nearby village. It was Mr Chandrasekhar Singh who got him into this business. He did well for himself and prospered. Now he has a few Jeeps in his fleet that he uses to take tourists around. He is also trying to diversify and get into other businesses. But this is still his primary job. And he was reasonably good at his job. Well familiar with the topography of the area as well as the people. After we start, for about 30 minutes, I keep following his directions, turn right, take the next left turn and so on. Soon we are out of the main roads, onto some dirt tracks. We cross one or two villages. Then he takes us to a potter household.
These earthen pitchers are the main source of income for the family.
This was not a random potter household the guide picked up. Rather, he had some kind of prior arrangement with them. So they know as soon as some visitors come, what they are supposed to do. As we go in, the head of the house comes out and greets us. Then he proceeds to show us how one makes various earthen items using potter's wheel. One of his sons quickly prepares some clay. He asks us what do we want him to make. We tell him, anything you want. He makes a few different items within no time.
We talk to him a bit. He learnt his trade from his father at a young age. His father died early. Ever since, he has been carrying the family on his shoulders. He has two sons, who have picked up the skills from him. They now help him. But making a livelihood just out of this, equipped only with a small manually operated wheel, is increasingly becoming difficult. He has daughters also. But he is very clear that he is not going to allow them to work come what may.
We buy a couple of showpieces from him, distribute some toffees among a few kids who were hanging around, and come out. Time to go to the next village.
Next Dipak takes us to a household that he tells us belongs to the Bishnoi community. When we reach there, we see a Jeep parked outside. It turns out that the Jeep belongs to Dipak, his brother-in-law is there with another small group of tourists. As we enter, they leave. We sit on the `charpai' kept in the courtyard. They prepare some tea for us. We talk a little. What do they do for a living, we ask. Bit of farming is the answer. He then proceeds to show us how they consume opium. It's not clear to me why, but we just keep quiet and watch. I guess this must be popular with a section of tourists. Dipak explains that they do not normally smoke opium, but drink it after dissolving in water.
The wooden contraption in the middle is the equipment to dissolve opium in water and filter it.
Those conical shaped objects hanging on both sides are some kind of cloth through which the `opiumated' water is filtered. Those were really dirty. He asks me if I would like to drink some. I reckon if the opium doesn't get me, the inebriated bacterias in those clothes certainly will. So a firm no is my answer. He goes on and drinks a little bit.
Pagri(turban) is an important part of the traditional Rajasthani costume. When a guest comes to a household, head of the family wears a pagri, so the guest knows who the boss is. The head of the family honours his guest with a pagri.
He quickly makes a pagri out of that colourful piece of cloth and put on my head. And we pose for a photo.
Food grains: Jowar, Bajra et al
We had heard before the trip that we must eat ker sangri while in Rajasthan. We thought it refers to a particular dish. But then we had ker sangri at three different places, and they were all very different preparations. That is when we realized it is just a vegetable.
These long ones here are ker sangri.
Next up is a weaver. Our guide Dipak takes us to a weaver's place. He shows us how they prepare durries, something we missed out in Mehrangarh Fort because the weavers were away for lunch when we came out. This person is clearly much better off than any of the previous two families. His place was equipped with solar cells and all. He had some delightful durries spread out in his courtyard.
Problem was, the prices he was quoting were atrocious. In fact, his looked more a commercial establishment than a typical village weaver household. So, even though we liked some of those durries and would have loved to buy one or two, we were put off by the figures quoted and decided to leave.
Next Dipak says we will go back, but he will try and take us to a place where we might see some `wildlife'. We do see some sambar, nilgai and peacocks (Sorry about the picture qualities – light was fading and with a point n shoot camera, it was a struggle).
Finally time to return back. But Dipak says he will take us to a textile recycling factory which is on the way.
What they do here is buy used pieces of colourful cloths of all kinds, and basically stitch them together to produce these beautiful pieces of art, much like the wonderful project reports that many people nowadays produce doing a cut-and-paste job in MSOffice.
These clothes can be used for all sorts of things, from cushion covers to umbrellas to wall hangings. But again, the prices they quote are ridiculously high.
We come back to Indrashan. Tonight we wanted to try some other place for dinner. We ask Mrs Singh to recommend some place to go. She suggests we try Kalinga, which is near the Rail station. We head off to Kalinga, have a quiet dinner, come back and retire for the night. Tomorrow, the last day of our trip, is also the longest drive of the trip as well as for me so far in a day. So better get some rest.