“My mother said to me, ‘If you become a soldier, you’ll be a general, if you become a monk you’ll end up as the pope.’ Instead, I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.”— Pablo Picasso
How many of us achieve what we set out to be and do….shuffling along on life’s road map believing that….“Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do.”– Steve Jobs
Sharing from my album snapshots of people who ‘carry on’ irrespective of plaudits….
The elusive Cobbler in Zhoujiajiao, a 1,700-year old Chinese mini-Venice of historic buildings and magnificent maze of canals. (2009). He did not want to be disturbed when I requested a click. I managed anyhow. Visiting Zhoujiajiao, One of Shanghai’s Famed ‘Water Towns’ (Tripatini.com)
Our ‘Gondolier’ in the loopy waterways …Zhoujiajiao (2009) serenading us with her lilting melodious voice….songs we could not follow. To her it was her ‘job’.
Sugar cane juice vendor in Pune (2015)…the smiling summer quencher for the thirsty. The statuesque Banyan tree his awning from the blazing sun.
Her impassive visage holds so many secrets….Geisha in Kyoto, Japan (2010). “It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.”
― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
The Scarecrow.…Loves Labour Lost….He too enjoys his moments of glory. (Quebec (2015) Halloween decorations…Quartier Petit-Champlain of narrow pedestrian-only streets lined with gift shops and cafes, the impressive trompe-l’oeil mural that gives a glimpse into the city’s history).
Reporter/researcher/ feature writer/content writer/blogger/...the journey continues looking for the unusual and quirky., the realistic and make-believe. It has not always been easy. Travel happened by chance and has stayed. To me travel is knowledge with enjoyment and learning and as long as I can I will .It is a means to know peeps, places, pastimes and pleasures
Follow me as I hop onto the travel writing bus, one leisurely stop after another.