there was a time when my pocket money was a one rupee coin..., i used to be very happy and satisfied..., then it became a five rupees... I used to save a few coins in a month.. And at the end of the year.., i used to be so happy looking at those pile of coins... I was still happy ans satisfied... Then came the time of fifty rupees per month... I used to think that m growing up now... That note in my hand used to be a pride or like an hounour... I would buy some samosas or jelly bellies for my cousins... Or spend then on stickers.. I was still happy and satisfied... Then came the need of a humdred rupee per month... I used to tell mumma that i need to buy my stationaries or conveyance, sometimes buying a new dress occasionally.. But that was when i realized that i actually need money to take care of my small small things... Those speeches in school about not buying crackers and saving money for poors were just shallow inspiration.. They never happened to be in action in my case.. I didnt understood when and where those hundred rupee were spent in entire month... And i felt like asking for another small amount from my parents.. Then my parents also thought that onehundred will change to five hundred very soon.... They started telling me how to spend and how to save... Well.., till there also i was happy and satisfied... Later came the period when i started taking tutions and doing project works of students to earn my pocket money... And at last into a teaching job... M still satisfied by thousands of bucks in my pocket but i still wonder is this happiness and satisfaction has any compare with that phase of life..., when my parents used to hand me a one rupee coin... Naahhhhhh : never :( wondering, how life change, how times change.., and needs too..
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 17:50:56 +0000