Who are these, golfers?

You know what, I think there is one divide, only ONE, between people. There are people on two sides of the barbed wire that skirts the golf course. There are those sporting caps and golfing clubs, with caddies trailing along. They with their refined walk and refined talk. With their English tea and cigars. With pearl earrings or Gucci tees. Then there are us, riding in an auto by that wired, around 100 ft high fence, looking lustily at the greens, wondering what life is like out there, being jolted back to reality when the auto hits a bump or ducks into a pothole, and quickly returning to our Rs 3 coffee and occasional Rs 20 ice cream treats. We get too busy running around in our faded slippers. Just once in a while, in those stolen moments, we think about those green outfields, wondering what lies in those rolling stretches, under those cool caps…