1st August 2014 – Singapore
Their boots were filthy, and dust danced on their palmsThey carried stories of pain, and all the agonising lore.Yet they slept in unknown corridors, and roamed unseen roads.Beyond preying eyes. Beyond stomp. Beyond Singapore.
I am back to Singapore, although just for a bit. Thought of spending 4 days here catching up with friends, before I proceed to the next phase of my journey.
So, this left me in a quandary. I have pretty much photographed anything of touristic value in Singapore, so what do I click today? Hence, the search for ‘the others’.
I don’t like to write social narratives, but you see, I have always believed that Singapore had three types of population classes. First, the locals. Second, the expats. And thirdly – much like ‘Divergent’ (the book/movie, both of which were horrendously made) – there existed a third class of people. The manual labourers, who came from all parts of the subcontinent, like India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Nepal. I remember reading somewhere that there were 50,000 daily wage labourers in Singapore, and somehow, they manage to stay out of the reach of the well-ironed landscape that is Singapore. They slept in cramped dormitories, and hung out in open fields. They smoked rolled cigarettes, and drank cheap Knockout beers.
And they avoided contact with the other two classes as much as they could.