About 9 years ago I took a sabbatical and went around India for a year. On the way there I saw a nice watch for £1000 in Dubai duty free and made a mental note to buy it on the way back through. Whilst I was in India I occasionally thought about it/hoped it would still be there/imagined myself wearing it/thought about how my peers would admire it etc etc, and as the end of the trip drew near I started looking forward to be able to revisit the shop at Dubai airport.
On the last day of my trip, having loads of travellers cheques left over and lived like a hippy for 10 months I decided to treat myself to lunch at the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai – India’s (and possibly the world’s) finest hotel.
I noticed the street kid lying in the doorway of one of the entrances and I also noticed the nice watch of one of the guests who tutted and mentioned in a very loud voice that ‘they should clear him away’ and ‘they didn’t stay at the Taj to see that sort of thing’ It was the same as the one I had been daydreaming about
Well ‘they’ did clear him away, 10 minutes later, body fully covered in the back of an ambulance, to the local morgue. Apparently he had been begging in the doorway of the hotel since dawn and died of dehydration, he had collected 70 rupees – about 30 pence
I gave the money to an appropriate charity instead and didn’t have lunch.