Today,being friday,Ravs,Namnam &I went to the Garden restaurant to have our lunch.While on our way back we saw a sight that got us thinking how privileged we were in our lives.
On the street were hoardes of people,some sitting on the pavements and yapping away to glory,some who were engrossed in talking over the phone probably to their loved ones living at the other end of the world,some simply ogling at the passing vehicles of different makes,maybe wondering if they will ever be able to own one some day.
They had literally thronged themselves on the road to feel the hustle and bustle of the city causing a mini traffic jam and a stampede therein.
Thats when Ravs pointed out that this was the only day they got to be themselves.Watching a passing Merc,a BMW,an FJ Cruiser,a Lancer or even a Suzuki Alto was what was entertainment for them.Being able to catch up with their other expat friends and share the joy and grief of the gone-by week was what they looked forward to to let themselves out.The whole week they slogged their butt off to make whatever little money to send home and keep their families secure.They waited for the weekends with bated breath so they could call up and talk to their wives,children,parents & siblings.
This discussion made me realise how blessed I am for my life.Here I was,away from my homeland,yet privileged enough to be living with my husband and my child unlike so many other who yearned to be with their loved ones.My husband would look forward to the weekends so he could be with his family unlike some who couldnt wait to get out of their rooms which otherwise they would be sharing with 10-15 other occupants.
As I realised this I told Ravs I was surely going to blog about this.As I said this my husband gave me an accusing look from his rearview mirror as though asking,’did the term “BLOG” really have to come around in this worthwhile discussion now?’And before that look could strike off an altogether different conversation(a much heated one),we reached home.
Who was the gladder for it??