The Vagabond: India.....Incredible India!

In the past decade or so I have traveled to many places within India. Though I will someday..... ..definitely someday .....put to ink my tales, for the time being here is just a mere appetizer of The Incredible India.

We are a democratic nation you see.......everyone has the right of way

- Ahmedabad, Gujrat

Pictures may tell you more than a thousand words, but seeing is believing. I was humbled in the presence of this awesome monument.

- The Taj Mahal, Agra

Colors of joy(ride)
- Jodhpur, Rajasthan

The Little Lion (Singh)

- Jodhpur, Rajasthan

These are the competitors to Walmart......
& to FDI ....
- Udaipur, Rajasthan

The Art of Life ..... or should I say Livelihood

- Jaisalmer, Rajasthan

Sailing Ships on the Sandy Beeches of Jaisalmer!!
- Jaisalmer, Rajasthan

Now that's how you drink tea.

Our driver at a Dhaba (highway restaurant) on the way from Delhi to Jaipur.

- NH8

Go Green.... The hoarding says "Salim Cycle Works" & "New Shakir Cycle Works"
- The Pink City, Jaipur, Rajasthan

Come & celebrate the Samkranti festive amid thousands of Kites enveloping the skies.

- Jodhpur, Rajasthan

The Ship of the Desert ..... the desert man's best friend.
- Jaipur, Rajasthan

The Vagabond

Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river -
There's the life for a man like me,
There's the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.

Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger.
White as meal the frosty field -
Warm the fireside haven -
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.

-- Robert Louis Stevenson

My Life Is Yet Still

Sometimes the wind blows too hard

Sometimes the waters take the guard

Sometimes the clouds are very clear

Sometimes I’ve many tales to hear

But with all these ups and downs . . .