In Rajasthan, the game of kings is an aspirational recreation—for queens, rich tourists and poor
mahouts alike. But riding a horse is not a skill that can be hired for a day, and therefore there’s also chauffeured polo, atop elephants and camels.
Call this a far-fetched analogy if you will, but I am given to believe that the Indian penchant for all things ‘phoren’ stretches beyond the realm of human existence to the world of flora and fauna as well.
There’s more to the erotic imagery at the Khajuraho temples than a wanton display of lust. The author reveals the architectural logic for these sacred sculptures