Seeing the poverty in this country makes me crave to be home. Here, there are only two classes – the rich and the poor. You either have servants, or you are the servant. You are either being driven, or you are the chauffeur. Both do so willingly. There are only two types of people who can comfortably live in this poverty. Those who look at the poor and enjoy the self satisfaction from giving alms, and those whom driven by a self-imposed guilt they call ’selflessness,’ fight for equality. I look at the poor lazily strolling in the streets with their blank stares and thoughtless chatter and hands reached out for spare coins, and I am filled with disgust. I don’t belong here.