A couple of weeks ago, we visited a newly opened eatery in Bangalore. Something about the crowd made me observe it more. It seemed like this was a set completely different from the kinds I usually see during restaurant visits. It took me a little while to understand why I felt so, and when I did, I remembered the nuance I had discovered only a year ago.
“Privileged, not lucky” Now that’s a nuance I hadn’t thought of. I have used the words interchangeably.
— manu prasad (@manuscrypts) June 25, 2015
In the restaurants/pubs I visit, I usually see people like me. The ones who, irrespective of career highs they might have scaled, have to go at it daily with the business of life. They are curious for new experiences and/or are eager to climb a rung or two, and see such places through these frames. In both cases, they are ‘visitors’. But there is a different crowd I saw here – a set of people whose body language – a certain kind of composed languor, and the way they behaved with each other, reflected a sense of belonging. I consider them privileged. More