Genting is to Kuala Lumpur what Matheran is to Mumbai- a convenient place to spend the weekend away from the city, except that it's not just you who wants to get away from the city, it’s the entire city that wants to get away from itself! So you end up going up a hill and finding yourself in the same spot from where you started, surrounded by the same kind of people you wanted to get away from.
Genting was just like Matheran, except that things were on a larger scale. For instance, the First World Hotel, where we stayed could have easily housed a thousand others like us.
Breakfast here was something to behold. Picture a really large hall with shinning chairs and tables, and buffets scattered amongst these tables. These buffets had Chinese, Continental, Malayan and Indian breakfast items. Enormous piles of varieties of breads from white to brown to croissants, huge bowls of peanut butter, the usual butter, 2 types of jams, muffins, eggs; hard boiled, soft boiled, scrambled, omelettes, mango juice and apple juice, and Milo, and milk, coffee, tea…you name it! And this was just part of the continental menu.
I saw people piling all these things on their plates, like they have been hungry for days. Little kids whose stomachs can’t even accommodate special kiddy meals at McD’s were looting the table of its king-sized breakfast.
I saw the same kids leaving the breakfast table with plates just as full as they were, more than half the food untouched. But what irritated me most was that the kids’ parents did the same thing! They took it only because they had paid for it as part of the hotel reservations. Why not fill up the plate with all the food you like? After all, we did pay for it! Never mind whether we can finish that much food or not. This attitude was apparent on everyone’s face.
The cleaning crew cleared the table after the occupants had left, throwing the barely eaten food into their dustbins, and making way for another family which did the same thing as the one before- hardly ate anything and wasted most of it. Roughly, for every morsel that went into a person’s mouth, four morsels must have entered the garbage bin.

“So this is how ‘First-Worlders’ eat breakfast”, I told myself. How typical…