\nIn the late 80s I had heard about the Salar Jung Museum in Hyderabad and the things I heard evoked a desire to visit.\nLife came in the way between me and this little not-so-significant desire.\nTwenty five years later, as I planned a business project in the top 10 cities in India, I saw a latent opportunity to fulfill this desire.\nAs I write this, I realise that one\u2019s bucket list is not created when we grow old or face death. It is a bucket that we carry around maybe from the time we are little, filling it with desires big and small.\nAnd if we consciously make an effort we may still have a full bucket when we arrive at the stage when we have the time, the freedom & the money to afford the fulfillment of these desires.\u00a0 All that we need is the ability to hope\u00a0 \u2013 which will plug all the little leaky holes in the bucket that come from life\u2019s little circumstantial restrictions ( a.k.a. failures).\nAnd so in 2014, I planned my travel to Hyderabad, scheduling additional time in the city for these items on the bucket list.\n\nThanks to Salar Jung and his passions, the museum has many wonderful sections that I will cover in separate articles.\n\nA quick peep into the hall had revealed that most of the exhibits were \u2018royal textiles\u2019 a category that I am not personally attracted to.\u00a0 I thought that this section would not take up much of my viewing time and so I decided to view this section last during my second visit to the museum, on the morning of my flight out of Hyderabad.\nI was right \u2026 none of the textiles made my heart skip a beat. Until I came upon one at the very end of the hall!\nA phulkari that was so amazing and so unlike anything I had ever seen that I stood riveted with excitement. I could not have enough of it! I clicked it from all angles smitten completely by its colors and motifs. I felt huge pangs of desire to meet the woman who created it. I stood and gazed \u2013 groups of other visitors came and went \u2013 school children, tourists & people from other places while I continued doting on this piece. After awhile it struck me that no matter how much I loved it, I could never touch it or own it and I was distraught!\nAnd so, I spent and unexpected amount of time first falling in love with the piece and then feeling bad for myself as I had to tear myself away from it.\nI had lost myself in the viewing and lost all track of time. As I reached the gate the mesmerism began to fade and with a jolt I became aware of my space-time coordinates. Panic struck! The traffic gods were kind and I just about managed to make it to the airport in time. Had I missed the flight it would have been with a smile on my face.\nA few pictures of the textiles \u2013 that do not do justice to the pieces. The glass shelving ruins some of the visual and the phone camera is not really a professional camera.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nPatan Patola (Double Ikat)\n\n\n\nKalamkari\n\n\n\n\nA gorgeous Pichvai\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nKashmir Embroidery\n\n\nA Phulkari that is too common to deserve a place in a museum of this stature :\n\nAnd the phulkari that captured my soul:\n\n\n\n\nThe moral of the story is:\u00a0 Museum visits can leave one feeling hungry and empty and distraught and hopeless.\u00a0 Just as a toddler might feel while leaving the candy store without acquiring all. \njm\nMarch 2014\n\nSave\nThe post The day I almost missed a Flight \u2013 Textiles of the Salar Jung Museum, Hyderabad appeared first on The Art Blog by WOVENSOULS.COM.