It was a curious evening today. My family and I went out to do a little shopping and celebrate Happy Teacher's Day for my Mother.
Orchard road is the place where you find all the good looking and chic, and also the place where you find all the beggars and buskers.
Walking on the pavement along orchard road, I saw a human statue totally masked in gold spray. There he stood, motionless like stone. A large crowd was forming around him then. At a closer look, I totally understood how this " mechanism " worked. Whenever someone put a coin in the box next to him, he would move out of his stillness for a few moments. After that, he would return back in his "stoning" until the next coin was put in. For a moment there I almost believed that he was a robot. He practically didn't move a muscle, despite having the whole crowd's eyes glued on him.
We went to buy bedsheets and as we were walking in the Departmental store, I could see sales promoters talking at the top of their voices to persuade people ot buy their product. Be it kettles, mops, and other kinds of household gadgets. The lucky ones had a crowd gathered around them, listening attentively, while the others were shouting as loud as ever, hoping that some people would stop and listen, and so that they wouldn't be like talking to themselves anymore. And I think they're be at this for the whole entire day, they must really have sore throats after each day of work right?
Whilst wakling to the MRT Station through the underpass, I saw a handicap by the side having slight spasms on his wheelchair. Everyone seemed to try to steer away from him, maybe becuse they were afraid. As I walked closer, the ground in front of him was empty. He looked really 可怜, and that's the only words i can use to describe him. In my heart, I wonder how he was able to get to this place, and looking and him, he was certainly unable to move by himself. I only understood later on that actually, he didn't go there by himself, it was somebody else who brought him there And that somebody stationed the man at that underpass, hoping that people would take pity and throw a coin or two. And maybe, later on, he would collect all his coins. That handicap was just a money-maker to him. And that's really mean.
Maybe I'm too naive or something.
