Tour de Camel Fair in Pushkar, Rajasthan (India) - by Kaushik Saha

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.


  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.


After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.


  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

  I visited Pushkar in November 2010, during the Camel Fair. It was an overwhelming sight–thousands of camels and their herders, lakhs of pilgrims from every corner of the country, village folk dressed in their colourful best, and hundreds of make-shift shops stuffed with everything under the sun–from toys and shoes to swords and daggers straight out of a Hollywood movie.        After spending one evening shooting the scenes at the fair, I headed out to town the next day. The ancient alleys buzzed with people from all over the world – tourists and hippies, backpackers and devout pilgrims. Barber shops sported signboards in Hebrew, cafes promised chapatis and ‘real’ Italian coffee, while the temples drew in the faithful by the hundreds. Above, hot air balloons dotted the sky, offering a bird’s-eye view of the spectacle below.                                      As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.

As I wandered through the streets, I chanced upon a small temple in one of the innumerable alleys. Inside, across a courtyard, was a shrine to Kabir. The priest invited me in and I sat down for a chat. A roughly hewn, black stone image of the seer sat against a wall, surveying the human carnival. I stayed a while soaking in the peace and quiet of the shrine, then picked up my camera and walked out into the streets, promising to come back next time I visited Pushkar.


If you liked this post and found it helpful, I would request you to follow these things when traveling -

- Manage your waste well and don’t litter
- Use dustbins. Tell us if you went to a place and found it hard to locate a dustbin.
- Avoid bottle waters in hills. Usually you get clean water in hills and water bottles create lot of mess in our ecosystem.
- Say big no to plastic and avoid those unhealthy snacks packed in plastic bags. Rather buy fruits.

- Don't play loud blaring music in forests of jungle camps. You are a guest in that ecosystem and disturbing the locals (humans and animals) is not polite 

Comments

Shrikant said…
Awesome pictures. I liked first one the most with camel and balloons.
Unknown said…
Beautifully captured
divsi said…
Breathtaking pictures! Beautiful !
Anonymous said…
Stunning captures
Anonymous said…
Hope you were able to meet Salman , Shahrukh , Aamir of the show ... Camel's were named after all the celebrities
Ami said…
I happen to visit this just before the fair. Saw them setting up stuff...wish I could visit it during it
Ashween said…
Lovely pics capturing raw Indua
D.Nambiar said…
Awesome set of pictures from the fair. :)
Unknown said…
whoa... loved the name of the show... superb pics.. As Chandresh mentioned... did they really name the camels with those of Bollywood stars? :-p
Felicia said…
Amazing. Love the pictures
Shrinidhi Hande said…
Colours of life... beautifully captured...
Sri Kri said…
Lovely colours of pictures from the Fair.

Cheers,
Sriram & Krithiga

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