So there i was, in Singapore, on Orchard road. The prim and proper, uber cool, ulta expensive, high end road of the rich. Mall after Malls selling ONLY designer labels. No place for even a decent high end brand. No Nike shoes. No Louis Philippe shirts. No Giordano. No sir.Nothing to shop (well i did want to buy some watches, lest i had a few hundred thousand $'s to spare :P ). I was alone. Bored. and pretty much out of ideas. I dont do this often (okay, sometimes i do), but i ended up following people here and there.
Saw a lot of things today. An arab man of 50's may be 60's walking around (flauting?) his wife of 20's. Followed him(her?) around for some time as they hopped from one designer label to another. Then i stalked a Punjabi family. Aunty ji , Uncle ji and Bahu rani (:P). I know she was the bahu, for i had seen the entire family of five last evening at the skypark, Marina Bay Sands. That time they were wondering how they could go up to the pool area (reserved only for bay sands guests), with their 20$ tickets.
Aunty ji: "Assi udhar kyun ji jande.. kaafi vadiya dikh rya sii~"
They were probably the proverbial delhi/punjabi rich, but i guess, owing up some designer labels was proving too much for them. They ended up in some coffee store, sipping. I left em.
Discovered then, this amazing amazing CD shop. So kitsch, so upmarket and yet so accessible and open. "That CD shop". Loved the music, whateve they were playing. Found a swiss chocolate store. Bought some Swiss chocolates, the only thing affordable i could find.
Legs were tired, yet i wandered on. Following this awesome looking chink aunty. That aunty was rich! i tell you. I could literally smell the brands. Miu-miu clutch. Some awesome perfume. And a man, who did NOT look like her frnd/relative carrying all the bags. She reached the door and there came the chauffeur with her Jaguar (nice choice). She left. So did i.
Little India i went. Hopping at little India and shopping at Mustafa. A delectable north Indian dinner ensued.
