Last week I did a post on
the faces of India. But of course, in a land of billions of people, capturing faces takes up more than one post. As such, I present to you, the aptly named, Faces of India Part 2.
This gentleman is a guard at the mighty Mehrangarh Fort of Jodhpur. Pretty picture perfect if you ask me, with his twirled 'tache and bright yellow turban. Although, he doesn't look very "guardly" does he? And his actions did nothing to contradict that as he nodded off while perched on a chair, hiding from the sweltering mid day sun.
We passed this guy and his band of three as we exited the fort walls. Their tunes filled the air while sweaty crowds gathered around. I did the touristy thing and had my photo with the band which was a huge mistake since every passing tourist wanted to get one of us too. We were stuck there for quite a while.
Still at the Mehrangarh Fort, this gentleman somehow managed to look fresh and unbothered despite the heat. I certainly could not say the same for myself. I remember thinking that I should get myself a turban...
This man looked up at just the right time. A drive-by snap shot might be a bit of an exaggeration as you never really go at lightening speeds while twisting your way through narrows streets of Jodhpur on a tuktuk, but it was lucky nonetheless. I love that his face resembles a turtle and the helmet only emphasises that.

We went for dinner at the most bizarre restaurant in Jodhpur. We had been told it was one of the best (not an uncommon term to hear in India). Walking up to the front door of this huge, stand alone building, with no one else around gave me an eery feeling right from the start. The creepiness only increased... When we got to the third floor, the maitre d' showed us around a myriad of huge, over-decorated, completely empty dining rooms and said we could choose to sit where ever we please. At this stage I was searching for exit signs but sucked up my fear and selected to dine on the rooftop. And this was our waiter. I actually don't like this picture because of the harsh flash but he had the most incredible face. Needless to say, the service was great and we survived the night.
Master mixer of scents and smells and liquids, all wrapped up in a bottle.
Another camel, another street. This camel did not belong to this young lad, he just wanted to be in the picture.
Our tuktuk driver and pseudo tour guide around Jodhpur thought the local boys' school was an essential site to see (as it turns out his uncle was the headmaster and we spent the morning in the accounts office, sipping chai poured from filthy plastic bags, learning new languages, chatting to English teachers trying to impress their peers). We were shown the computer room with great pride. Much to everyone's disappointment the Internet was down. I snapped these kids as we left the school.
A colourful little street store is hard to resist.
We were wondering around the old city of Jodhpur and I passed this little chap. I almost missed him he was sitting so still, just watching the world go by as his mom and sisters slept inside. So dignified, with his legs crossed, and hands on knee. A little statue. As if he would still be sitting like that in a hundred years. I knelt down really close to him to get this picture and he barely even blinked. In the midday heat even that is an effort.