After my lavish and pleasurable journey on the Palace on Wheels, I arrived at Jodhpur. It was my second visit to this enigmatic city of Rajasthan. Chayan, my friend, being very punctual, was waiting for me at the station. I hadn't met him for a couple of years, I guess. Being a bachelor, his flat in Jodhpur was actually disheveled and unkempt. Even so, I liked it, as it reflected the typical bachelor's freedom - to enjoy every bit of life.
Chayan's flat is close to the Polo Ground, which was hosting the three day International Desert Kite Festival. After a cool shower and a heavy breakfast, we moved on to the Polo Ground that was full of the kite flyers from India as well as all over the world. This International Kite Festival is celebrated every year in the month of January (on Makar Sankranti). People were gathered to reveal their kite flying skills with full enthusiasm and vigor. Air Force helicopters were also releasing a number of kites from the sky. The sky was full of kites and balloons of various designs and colors. The festival is truly a blend of enthusiasm, colours, brotherhood, entertainment and mouthwatering Rajasthani sweets like Phirni.
I was dying to pamper my taste buds with the fiery and aromatic Jodhpuri cuisine which is why we first drove to Jalori Gate by bike and ordered two plates of “Pyaz Ki Kachori” and a few red meat and white meat preparations along with the grilled Kebabs and Tikkas. Our meal ended with a glass full of Makhania Lassi made with saffron, yoghurt and sugar, at the Clock Tower. After a tiring day, we came back home and spent the peaceful evening while relaxing and playing cards on the terrace. A cook prepares food for Chayan at his place everyday. He came around 7:30 pm and prepared the traditional Dal Bati Churma, Bajre ki Roti, Besan k Gatte and Kair Sangri for dinner.