The world is one and each place is linked with another by different means. Then, why do these places acquire such contrasting characters with each other? I wonder whether it's due to one's good luck to be born in such a developed place or not. It could be my pessimism or could be the lesson that the society had given me in a poor country. However, I'm yet a bewildered person.
After a long trip, I arrived at Vancouver airport. It was gorgeous and I glanced at each and everything my eyes could catch. I came off the transit and found myself in a marvellous city. I had seen such place only on TV and books That's it. Gosh! not even on my dreams. Those humongous buildings like mountains, those wide streets like a long barren lea, environment like a green house and traffic like a long ant chain made me go insane. Holy cow! Nevertheless, I felt myself so lucky to step on such a fabulous world.
I was starving and hence, I started looking for some food. I saw a vending machine; I put the coin in there and there falls a bag of chips. Wow! I wondered why we don't have that in Nepal? People were busy doing their own work and in Nepal, people got time to watch other working too. That was far beyond amazing. Holding the chips on my hand, I forwarded my journey.
The blizzard of my curiosity pushed me to the mall nearby. Oh my Gosh! That was huge. I was never able to fit such a gigantic shopping mall in my dreams. My mouth was opened as if I'm waiting for a ball to get in there, my eyes blinked every 30 seconds and I was walking slower than a tortoise. That was really weird. I was proud of myself to be there. I was little mad at my parents," Why did they give birth to me in such an underdeveloped country?" I closed my eyes and concentrated to know if it was my dream. Hey no, I was there for real. Everything was beautiful and attractive, the sparkly and shiny colourful glasses, the slippery floor, the big lamps hanging up and even the guys looked so cool.
It was getting little darker and I had to look for a hotel. I got out of the mall and the city looked much better. The glorious blazing lights on the street showed a beautiful picture like a million of stars in the sky as the motion of the vehicle was in a perfect order. My feet didn't will to move. I never felt that back home. Oh well! I look aside and far in a distance, there was a billboard "HOTEL". I forwarded my steps towards the hotel. I stopped and stood in front of the large hotel. I was shivering of nervousness and my hands got wet when I entered. I looked up at the rate and it was $200 per night. I almost fainted and I rushed out of there. I was totally lost. Holy macro! I walked across the street in search of a small motel with low rates. As it was downtown, so I couldn't find real cheap place. Eventually, I heard a loud music coming from the next block to my left. Again, my fastidiousness took me there. A huge crowd of people was jumping up and down, especially youngsters. It was a bit stinky too. I could smell alcohol and some gross scents. I took myself out of that nasty environment. The air was suffocative, the extra loud sound was disgusting and the people were filthy. It was wild. I turned and kept on looking for some place to stay. I had my heavy luggage with me and I was tired.
It was too late at night and I kept on changing the directions I had taken. Then, one kind black man came and he said where I was from. I told him everything and he accepted to give me a room in his house for that night. It was so nice of him. I got on his car and felt really good. Would people in Nepal do that? Hardly any. We got home and he helped me get my luggage in. I was so relaxed. He asked me if could give him a few minutes to clean up the mess inside his house. So, I waited outside. I was tired and I sat down on the ground.
I had my eyes closed and when I opened it, I saw a clear blue sky. I stood up and looked around. Oh shoot! I forgot to get inside the house. I was heading towards the house when I saw a real big lock hanging on the door. Holy crap! My luggage, my money, my stuff were inside. I knocked on the door for a few times and nobody opened it. I banged on the door and for heave sake, no one showed up. I could do nothing except cry. Finally, I went to the police station and told them that I was robbed. I had to stay there for 15 days until the police found the person. Man! They arrested him but I didn't get my money back. All I did was grabbed my plane tickets and followed the Vancouver airport departure gate line.
Well, such a huge city and I could find no place for myself? I was in the middle of no where, I couldn't see any direction to takeover. I met a person not to help me but to rob my belongings. This is just because my city is totally different from the city I was in for a night. If I jotted myself in a heavenly illustrious environment, then why did I miss something back home? My eyes were happy to see that wonderful spot, but I didn't know my heart never accepted to be there. Therefore, I think it'd not one's luck to be born in a big city or small. Everywhere is good. The only difference is the nature of the person and his attitude towards that city and his ability to survive there. I had no capacity to take care of myself, and that's why I had to return to where I belonged. So, if it's someone's aspiration to go to some big city, the place is always familiar to him; otherwide, the person will go crazy like me and lose his dignity.