If I were rich

Now there are two aspects to that statement .
– did I come into a lot of money in the last couple of days?
– was I born rich?

Rich here doesn’t apply to mental satisfaction or monetary resources sufficient to buy an iPhone 5 , MacBook pro or a playstation. God the playstation has been on my mind for as long as I can remember. Or even the mental satisfaction of owning such resources itself. Rich ,here, doesn’t apply to a personal credit card either. We are talking about filthy rich. Or so was my interpretation in the thirty seconds I was given before my ‘performance’.

If I were rich…considering the first possibility, I’d buy …everything. Literally everything . I don’t think my mind is going to be stable enough to think along the lines of charity. I would buy the playstation, the xbox, wii, gamecube, and the official edition of every game I have ever played. Even if I already own a copy, I’d just buy it again. Heck I am filthy rich ,aren’t I ?

‘This is definitely one of my top choices’

I’d buy the crap out of all clothes stores out there. No more long lines in the trial room on weekends. I’d buy an Audi r8. Oh hell I’d just buy the company itself and get them to build me a bat mobile. I’d buy every book out there. Every music record.

‘Not the  dalmatian pony.’
Why should I care about charity or even my family. Right? Isnt that the first thought stream that would actually pop in my head if this were a real situation?

Money is like blood ; hard earned money is made of blood and sweat. ‘free’ money is just blood. Once a beast tastes it, not even an entire populous could quench it’s thirst. And a beast with blood in his head doesn’t stop , never stops yearning for more , doesn’t share it. Not even with it’s own brethren. Its like a poison that eats you slowly, from the inside, driving you insane with a longing so deep, you don’t think once before harming others.

And other than behaving like a man eating tiger cub

or a cat…….a rich cat,

I might donate a couple of grand here and there and tour the world with me mum and dad and Liena . And live the rest of my life buying things like crazy and distributing the useless ones for free. Ya , I know I’d do that. All in all , I will try and make sure that the money which I so happily accepted in the hope of improving the quality of my life doesn’t destroy it.

The second possibility , if I were born rich . Now that is a little hard to imagine seeing as how I wouldn’t be the person I am today if I were, in fact, born rich.

I am happy for everything life has provided me with. And I am glad I wasn’t born rich. You don’t appreciate the lesser things in life unless and until you are brought to that level. I would have never known the feeling of sleeping on box beds, shifting every two- three years as is the ritual when you are from a defense background. I would’ve never known the taste of that pao bhaji in the not so classy school canteen . Or the joy…., maybe not joy and I was actually forced into that situation, of riding in a city bus with my fellow country men. I would’ve have never known the face of the father of our nation on the currency notes , because I wouldve been using credit cards…
Ok so maybe they aren’t exactly precious memories , but I am thankful for the way life has treated me. A lot of people have it much worse . And if I ever do come into a lot of money, I think I’ll just hand it to my mum. She’ll know what to do with it.

Then there arises another question…’when I become rich’.
Hm…that’s a different story altogether?

Any thoughts?


I was given this topic as a part of an english extemporary.
Other than the things I blurted out on impulse (which was only a fraction of what was said above), the experience helped me discover a lot of things about myself. Like how I can’t speak fluently in front of a crowd of 5 or more people for more than forty seconds. I actually stood there like an idiot for the remaining time despite the judge’s attempts to prompt me to say something …………


God exists…as children

Restoring faith in humanity?….credit goes to this rag picker, not more than 10 years old…well his malnourishment obviously made him look younger .. than what he might have been. Now I have a general hatred towards most people , which I credit to the whole idea of kalyug or the onset of dark ages..or whatever you like to call it.

This incident highlights not only the boys innocence but also the existence of values, which are known to be a part of our blood, that are more often than not assumed to be disappearing.

We had to do some errand ..or maybe we were just waiting for Liena . This boy comes along, like all other of his brethren . “ek paisa dede.. kuch ni khaya”. – Give me a paisa, haven’t eaten anything. The regular . My mum handed him the first coin that she found in her purse. A rupee or maybe two. She then told him to call the ice-cream vendor … to …well buy ice-cream . I told her mine then she tells him to bring one cola candy and one kulfi. She then looks at the rag picker and asks him”Tujhe kaunsi khani hai?” – Which one do you want? He is stumped at first. Trying to process what just happened. My mum asks him once more and he says … blushing..yes..blushing “chocolate waali”- the chocolate one. Mum asks the vendor to give him a choco bar with the rest of the order to us. He takes the ice cream and then stares at the coin for 2 seconds . He then rushes to the car and puts it back in mum’s hand ” le lo Aunty , ab main iska kya karunga!?” – take it back lady, what would I do with it now?!. Mum turned to me and we both smiled.
Then two more came along.. Again mum gave the girl the first coin she found .. This time it was ten rupees. She told the girl to share it with the other boy….. She snapped “NAHI!!” – No!!! And ran off…..

I wonder if that first boy regretted his decision afterwards ….. Letting go of that coin . I want to believe he didn’t. I really respect his immediate reaction to the situation . They say ‘if you can’t be generous when you are poor , you’ll never be if you were rich’. Well not the exact words but yeah that’s what it meant.
You know slumdog millionaire did pinch a lot of people on their asses but it was the bitter truth. The larger chunk of our population is living in slums . But for someone even at that level …to show such refined emotion …even if for just 10 seconds…. Well guess what!?….. God exists.

An early memory

This happened ….. ages ago, 9 years ago to be exact.
We had to climb ,well not exactly climb, but the way back home from
The bus stop was steep with winding roads all lined with huge conifers ,with the closer borders adorned by the most exotic of ferns . A certain pack or group or whatever the suitable word is..of dogs had been raising chaos in the station or weeks now. They had bitten several from the work force mainly the servants’ children (like the hyenas weren’t bad enough).
So one fine day, coming back from school we were greeted by this gang. Now we aren’t exactly dog lovers , but we expect the canines to respect us for the fact that we don’t hurl stones at them or tease them unnecessarily like
many other children . Liena hid behind me and started whining. We stood there like helpless children …which we were at that moment , for about 15 minutes. I finally decided to take the longer path through this valley of sorts. ” And the snakes!!”, she cried . I sighed and looked for another alternative . This time we took a path,though full of bushes and flowers and all , a little more secure than the valley. We reached home, but that wasn’t all. Our house was on the first floor and at the junction in the stairs, we met another dog with 4-5 pups this time. Now, mum always said that a female dog with her pups around is one of the most dangerous animals on planet (voice of experience) . So, we ran to the connecting block to crossover from the terrace. But lo and behold, the neighbours were out and had locked the door to the terrace.
In the end we sat down in the garden, right below the glass house, hoping mum would come for some work and we’d yell at her. She did and she asked the servants to drive the dog and her pups away.

See there is a reason I am afraid of dogs


Taichi signing off \m/