| The bright colors of Indians
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In addition to the soldiers in Indian-controlled Kashmir who keep dancing in my lens, there are also children, shoe shiners, drivers, and even slightly shy girls wearing saris. Indians are born masters of posing, and their sense of camera is particularly rich.
The fragments of movies I saw as a child can no longer be picked up one by one and pieced together completely, but in the vague memory of India, there are still bright sari and cinnabar on women's foreheads, and holy memories on Hindus' foreheads. If you are a person who is obsessed with colors, you must visit the local cloth market with an Indian woman when you have the opportunity, where there is a carnival of colors every day.
This alone is not enough. They will also bring all kinds of paints in the morning market, take them home and put them at the door. Before long, many crock pots and water bottles at home will change into different colors. Many religions in India are secular and WTO, and gods also enjoy colors.
On the road, trucks are beautiful scenery. This kind of culture similar to truck graffiti, vulgar or exquisite, interesting or indulgent, is a beauty that those "13 X 0 X certification" painters in China can't understand at all.
In Indian culture, there should be its own color system hidden. Like many cities in India, there can be color codes. If Srinagar is green, like the lake under the boatyard, then Amritsar is orange, a Sikh headscarf. Agra is white, Jaipur is pink, Jodhpur is blue and Jayisemel is golden.
In 1876, Jaipur painted all the buildings in the city pink to welcome the visit of Prince Wiltu of England, and the more romantic city was Jodhpur. It is said that because of the hot climate and the prevention of mosquito bites, the king ordered the whole city to be painted with a potion, and the color was melancholy but romantic blue.
We stayed in Jodhpur at a havat left over by an old city councillor, called a mansion by the locals. At sunset, I went up to the castle and looked down from a distance. A piece of blue jumped into my eyes, and I mistakenly thought I had arrived in Aegean Island, Greece.
At dusk, we arrived at a seemingly deserted golden castle, that is, Jeisemel, the only ancient castle still inhabited in the world. No more king needs to order her to be dyed. It is located in the hinterland of the Indian desert, where the temperature is as high as 50 degrees Celsius, and the big stones on which the castle is built have been baked golden. Coming from snow-covered Kashmir to this Indian stove is the climax of the journey carnival.
Where to go in the hot summer? I actually found that the men in the castle use two other "dangerous" colors to drive away the high temperature: one is the yellow adult cinema, and the other is the green refreshing BANG drink.
I discovered the local movie theater when a child danced to me in front of a large movie poster. The poster shows a little dressed girl sitting cross-legged with a sharp knife behind her. The poster is impressively drawn with an A, which I guess is the abbreviation of ADULT (ADULT). There are two kinds of ticket prices: 10 rupees (2 yuan RMB) and 20 rupees, only the difference between sitting upstairs and sitting downstairs.
The whole cinema is a bit similar to a rural auditorium in China. A white wall serves as a screen, and several brushes keep shaking their heads. It is almost packed, and everyone looks very excited under the dim light. Under the gaze of a group of men, I touched the last row with a long gun and short cannon and sat down. Sitting next to me was an administrator of the cinema, who could speak plain English and told me that today was the premiere and there were many people.
To be honest, I didn't expect much from this kind of movie in India, and it is. But the average Bollywood movie rarely even shows kissing. Now men can see everything they want for 10 rupees, and obviously they are satisfied. Indians have been brilliant once. They have the famous sex sutra Kamma Sutra and the sex temple Karajuhou. Now, they are willing to dedicate Kamma Sutra to bookstores at new york, Tokyo and Singapore international airports, but they quietly hide in the small cinema of the castle to enjoy the cool.
Leaving the cinema, two blocks away is the only shop selling BANG drinks in the castle. BANG is light green and looks like leaves. The Indian government plants it in the northern mountainous areas, purchases and processes it in a unified way, and then sells it to a limited number of shops designated by the government for sale.
The clerk was a little boy. He proudly told me that he was a little celebrity now. Discovery had just interviewed him, but he also emphasized that Too famous is no good. Several British backpackers bought a box of biscuits, and the young man jokingly reminded them that when taking the train, it was best not to eat together, so as not to be patronized by train thieves.
