No Lions in Africa
On a quiet Tuesday in a quiet neighbourhood, there I was, spending a quiet moment.
It wasn't just any other neighbourhood, it is one of concrete and glass. Money is not an issue here, time is.
The people wore black. Nothing was reflected from their glistering automobiles. There.
In front of me, they parked. A black BMW X4 beside a silver Maserati.
Premium rented office spaces brushing shoulders with premium apartments.
Advertising agency, law firms and cosmetic surgery clinics are situated right below $3 million lofts with spacious manicured gardens and well-equipped gym.
Welcome to my nightmare.
This is where I worked.
After spending 2 weeks at this area, I have gradually gotten used to it.
Well, it is not that cold and concrete a place.
Among chic cafes and al frescos where you can order organic chai latte and poached egg with hollandaise sauce,
you can find humanity such as a McDonald's and a Subway.
Among the rush hour people with lunch times do's and don't's typing on their Blackberry,
you can see an occasional wealthy retired couples walking their Chow Chow.
Among the strong cologne of suited men and perfumed women with 3 hours of meeting and scheduled block ahead,
you can find kids looking out of their balconies while being spoon fed by hired caretakers.
And you can find me, sipping my cappuccino as leisurely as I can, during my 30 minute break.
This is indeed a place of contradiction and opposites.
A stressed out guy who needs a flight to Dublin the next day for corporate reasons albeit paying $3500 for the ticket
May be the person whom will come in to book a flight to Bali with his family to relax after all that stress from work.
The jolly retired couple may want to book a tour to Europe for a luxury premium tour for 3 months today,
yet, they may be booking for a flight the next day to Toronto urgently, to attend a funeral or grandchildren's marriage.
A me, whom seemed to be working just like every other person,
yet is actually paying off his fees through fashion studies and saving up for his enrolment to a school in New York.
Still, despite the variety of people, careers, drams and lifestyle of the people here,
which varies from Japanese Lexus to German Benz that roam this neighbourhood,
they share one similarity.
They are working towards their dream.
The working class for a better future, better position in the company and better holidays with their families.
The retired couples making sure that they are reaping the benefits of what they've sown with their youth.
The me, whom is working for what I want...
The prize will always be there in this neighbourhood.
However, it will need the hands of the people to carve them into the shape and form they desire.
And then, they can rightfully claim them as theirs.
It wasn't just any other neighbourhood, it is one of concrete and glass. Money is not an issue here, time is.
The people wore black. Nothing was reflected from their glistering automobiles. There.
In front of me, they parked. A black BMW X4 beside a silver Maserati.
Premium rented office spaces brushing shoulders with premium apartments.
Advertising agency, law firms and cosmetic surgery clinics are situated right below $3 million lofts with spacious manicured gardens and well-equipped gym.
Welcome to my nightmare.
This is where I worked.
After spending 2 weeks at this area, I have gradually gotten used to it.
Well, it is not that cold and concrete a place.
Among chic cafes and al frescos where you can order organic chai latte and poached egg with hollandaise sauce,
you can find humanity such as a McDonald's and a Subway.
Among the rush hour people with lunch times do's and don't's typing on their Blackberry,
you can see an occasional wealthy retired couples walking their Chow Chow.
Among the strong cologne of suited men and perfumed women with 3 hours of meeting and scheduled block ahead,
you can find kids looking out of their balconies while being spoon fed by hired caretakers.
And you can find me, sipping my cappuccino as leisurely as I can, during my 30 minute break.
This is indeed a place of contradiction and opposites.
A stressed out guy who needs a flight to Dublin the next day for corporate reasons albeit paying $3500 for the ticket
May be the person whom will come in to book a flight to Bali with his family to relax after all that stress from work.
The jolly retired couple may want to book a tour to Europe for a luxury premium tour for 3 months today,
yet, they may be booking for a flight the next day to Toronto urgently, to attend a funeral or grandchildren's marriage.
A me, whom seemed to be working just like every other person,
yet is actually paying off his fees through fashion studies and saving up for his enrolment to a school in New York.
Still, despite the variety of people, careers, drams and lifestyle of the people here,
which varies from Japanese Lexus to German Benz that roam this neighbourhood,
they share one similarity.
They are working towards their dream.
The working class for a better future, better position in the company and better holidays with their families.
The retired couples making sure that they are reaping the benefits of what they've sown with their youth.
The me, whom is working for what I want...
The prize will always be there in this neighbourhood.
However, it will need the hands of the people to carve them into the shape and form they desire.
And then, they can rightfully claim them as theirs.
posted by spring-file007 at 2:01 AM
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