Was it the big money, the big cars, the big city? Was it the women? Was it the love for papa dear? No, you just wanted to have a kick out of a new unpredictable move. But are you satisfied?
Are you ready to take on the new city with a vengeance?
Are you ready to face reality on a 90mm screen with celluloid scissors and a piece of dried toast?
Are you fed up with the turbo speed, the growl of 250 horsepower and snarling torque heating up the tar on a blistering hot noon already?
Has the technicality eaten your mind away like a spawning wretch - the perfect squares, the alternating flush beds of pink and maroon bougainvillea on the 8 way crossroads?
Are you still reeling from the kosher air, the iron clad monkeys and the extreme air conditioning?
Has the bustle of downtown hassled the rusticity of a once-gifted boy?
Are you in control of a situation that leaves no room for doubt of the oncoming retort?
Have you gotten used to the choking regulations that are constantly released by incumbent ministerial bodies waiting to scratch out the entry applications of yearning Tajikstanis, Afghanis, Turkish, Romanian and other Balkan populace.
Have you given thought to the numerous expatriates who leave families just to toil for you in the scorch of morn and make a couple of thousands while you sit and devise and revise resource allocations and Greedy Knapsack methodologies to make the fullest use of each labourer's calloused malleus blistered palms?
Do you even care about the numerous ones that you left behind, some crying, some smiling mockingly, some recalcitrating, some congratulating, some loving, some holding back...some missing you?
Will you ever return back to that filthy, smug, feckless soil from which rises the odorous reek of sweat, incompetency, illicitness, outlawish behaviour, dreadful coveting that fills your senses with a sudden blast of thin cold dew, a federal rush of warm, calculative and cosmic mix of sunshine and belonging leaving you feel like you've just been born here everyday?
Would you?
Are you ready to take on the new city with a vengeance?
Are you ready to face reality on a 90mm screen with celluloid scissors and a piece of dried toast?
Are you fed up with the turbo speed, the growl of 250 horsepower and snarling torque heating up the tar on a blistering hot noon already?
Has the technicality eaten your mind away like a spawning wretch - the perfect squares, the alternating flush beds of pink and maroon bougainvillea on the 8 way crossroads?
Are you still reeling from the kosher air, the iron clad monkeys and the extreme air conditioning?
Has the bustle of downtown hassled the rusticity of a once-gifted boy?
Are you in control of a situation that leaves no room for doubt of the oncoming retort?
Have you gotten used to the choking regulations that are constantly released by incumbent ministerial bodies waiting to scratch out the entry applications of yearning Tajikstanis, Afghanis, Turkish, Romanian and other Balkan populace.
Have you given thought to the numerous expatriates who leave families just to toil for you in the scorch of morn and make a couple of thousands while you sit and devise and revise resource allocations and Greedy Knapsack methodologies to make the fullest use of each labourer's calloused malleus blistered palms?
Do you even care about the numerous ones that you left behind, some crying, some smiling mockingly, some recalcitrating, some congratulating, some loving, some holding back...some missing you?
Will you ever return back to that filthy, smug, feckless soil from which rises the odorous reek of sweat, incompetency, illicitness, outlawish behaviour, dreadful coveting that fills your senses with a sudden blast of thin cold dew, a federal rush of warm, calculative and cosmic mix of sunshine and belonging leaving you feel like you've just been born here everyday?
Would you?
