This Sunday, everything sparkled after the showers. One thing led to another and I landed at UB City for lunch once more, in the excellent company to two wonderful, chilled out, very charming people.
It is always interesting to see how people react to extreme wealth. Some just walk right past the designer shops as fast as possible looking neither left nor right and then stressfully moan and whine the rest of the evening that they have no money. Others resentfully hiss comments about the fashionably dressed people walking past and then make trite declarations for the rest of the visit: ‘Indian goods are better than foreign’ (yawn), 'happiness is better than wealth' (snore).For a change it was so nice to walk around with friends sans hang-ups. We walked into shops admired pretty things, looked some more and walked on...it was a fun relaxed afternoon.
When I drove back, I passed by these colourful patchwork quilts made by construction workers. Since I had my camera with me, I stopped to take pictures and the little girl happily posed for me. (No, I don’t intend to make an obvious comparison here with the ultra expensive stuff I saw earlier. They are from two very different worlds and there is no need for comparison). These quilts are beautiful and have been instinctively put together with found and leftover scraps of cloth to create a patchwork of gorgeous squares of colour where each piece of cloth sets off the other in its seemingly arbitrary placement. I think the women who made these thoroughly enjoyed the process.
It is always interesting to see how people react to extreme wealth. Some just walk right past the designer shops as fast as possible looking neither left nor right and then stressfully moan and whine the rest of the evening that they have no money. Others resentfully hiss comments about the fashionably dressed people walking past and then make trite declarations for the rest of the visit: ‘Indian goods are better than foreign’ (yawn), 'happiness is better than wealth' (snore).For a change it was so nice to walk around with friends sans hang-ups. We walked into shops admired pretty things, looked some more and walked on...it was a fun relaxed afternoon.
When I drove back, I passed by these colourful patchwork quilts made by construction workers. Since I had my camera with me, I stopped to take pictures and the little girl happily posed for me. (No, I don’t intend to make an obvious comparison here with the ultra expensive stuff I saw earlier. They are from two very different worlds and there is no need for comparison). These quilts are beautiful and have been instinctively put together with found and leftover scraps of cloth to create a patchwork of gorgeous squares of colour where each piece of cloth sets off the other in its seemingly arbitrary placement. I think the women who made these thoroughly enjoyed the process.
It is worth a few minutes of your time to watch this beautiful film sent to me by Jenny Sue.
