Wall Flowers

Tin Roof…with Black Vinyl sheets as wall…held together by Fragmented Wooden blocks was my divinely abode….All of 10 sq. m….sheltered the family.

Took a spin …around last week….to touch base with my roots….down in the Shanties…ZL, 4000 88…Sounds like a classy pad in uptown….NY… ZL stands for Zopad patti Land…

No guts to stop….all familiar faces….wrinkled with grey heads…reflected on the Rear View Mirror…Seemed surreal…like a flash-back in a Tarantino flick….

Life’s been a long long climb from the nadir…..to a level of comfort…Exposure has been unbelievable…Traces of origins cannot disappear….No matter the ambience….it stays in you…..

First brush with Opulence was my 10 nights stay at Marriot Heliopolis in Cairo…Could n’t sleep for the first three nights………Break fast was very humbling….My whole Shanty land would have savoured for a week….what was served for mere 15 guests…..Eton in Hong Kong was the next of the series of properties …stayed in all across the globe…

Difficult camouflaging………Class does n’t reflect in your Valentino Jacket…it may act as a shield…May by lil one’s will not feel my sense of discomfort…Past & Pain ….remains with you…

Living for the moment and letting things sink in….ain’t easy…if you are sensitive to the surroundings….Disparity haunts you…if you have experienced the extremes…The flip side is it helps in Efficient Management….you tend to see both the sides…. more clearly with all the intricacies…amplified…

But you can’t be ruthless…Humanity prevails and your origins gets you grounded….Rags to riches…is a cliche’…rags remains in you…despite of all wordly demeanour…Hats off to the mortals who get over this thin red line….tread over their past ……

Clarks shoes, CK undies, Armani Jacket, Hugo Boss EDT, etc…..the masquerading tools….Torn mis-matched socks….with the toe-protuding out, invariably getting the Clark tan in the inner toes….Feels good…sipping JD in the bath tub…using the Burberry towel to clean them….Paradox….

Room service is so painful….each time ..they walk in with the Tea-Pot, Ash Trays,Newspapers, etc…it hurts to look in their eyes….Solace is at least a sense of concern prevails…Lord, you have been so kind…

Omar, the last guy who served me coffee @ 3 am in Sheraton, Amman was a sooth-sayer…He could see through me and sense my level of discomfort…..Invited me to his town….a good 60 kms off Amman….IRBID….just off the Israeli border…Evening spent there ..was an eye-opener…Immigrants from Palestine….living in the out-skirts in a distant land…Literally they could see their home town….across the river…Chins up…Can’t do a thing…..The wall is being built….right in front of their eyes……….Media mileage….Sympathy flying in from all over….

Cement & Steel are supplied by their own brother’s…..there is a need….Make the Moolah…Ideology goes for the Toss….

Practicality prevails….I bought 8 new pairs of Socks yesterday….