If you've got, flaunt it!!!!!!!!!!!!

Blinding neon lights, expensive and flashy sportscars, magnificient arichitectural feats built to mimick the wonders of the world and glamour all around you.............Ladies and gentlemen, the Numero Uno party spot in this world for you...........Las Vegas!!!!!!!!!!!

The first thing that strikes you, when you entire Vegas is its surreal quality. Everything here is fake, be it the clever copy of Michaelangelo's fresco paintings adorning the roof of Venetian or the brilliantly golden tresses of the waitress in Bellagio.

The insides of the casinos tell a different tale altogether. Endless rows of slot machines and poker and blackjack tables entice you promising to make you a millionaire in a second. They have people from all walks of life, starting from wide-eyed and feverishly excited teenager who has been saving their pocket money all summer to visit Vegas to the creme de la creme of the society who has gamble away their money lest it starts overflowing in their treasury.

I do not know whether I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, but Vegas seemed to bring out the philosophical trait in me. Why this obscene display of wealth? What is the purpose of so much of wastage? If there is an excess, why doesnt it go to the people who need it? How can a person sit and gamble away hundreds of dollars knowing that the same money could have saved a life had it been donated to an organisation in Ethiopia?

Meanwhile on the streets, pamphlets and bilboards scream out "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" and as the night progresses the partying reaches a feverish cresendo. Intoxicated spirits soar and everyone seems to make a frantic effort to lose themselves in the frenzied partying.

Is it only my imagination or do I see that dark melancholy lurking behind the animated facade, reminding them about the cruel "real" world where they have to return to in a few hours; goading them to party harder, scream louder and lose themselves if their concocted euphoria..........