Money = Coloured Paper = Literally

Money is paper to me …………….yes valuable …………depending on its color but at the end of day its paper!

I look at a thousand rupee note and I think hmmm a blue colored paper that is bound to get me nice stuff from a nice store. Add in another or few more blue colored papers and I can get branded stuff u know.

I look at a 500 rupee note and I think hmmm a grayish green paper that will get me enough fuel to last for three working days. I might have to give the fuel pump man a few other colored papers if I decide to go for a long drive. God fuel needs more paper than I would like to give.

I look at a 100 note and I say hmmm a bloody red paper that will get me peanuts, a dozen samosas, 4 ice creams and other goodies.

A 50 note…………hmm to give to the guy who fixes my car tyre’s puncture, to give to the gardener apart from his salary, to give to chota (the guy who works at my house) when he really cleans the house wel.

A 20 and 10 note……to give to the beggars

If I ask myself whether I go to work for these colored papers I would say no out rightly but after thinking a bit my answer would be a lecture on how I think money is paper. I go to work because I enjoy my work, because it gets me going, because I would become fat, old and ugly if I dint go to work, because I wouldn’t know what is happening in the world if I dint go to work. God I love to work.


Money is important, very, but it is not everything. It can buy be branded stuff but it will not give me peace.

I have a weird philosophy. Not many agree with me but I dnt want them to agree. Its my philosophy whether you like it or not. I would explain it with an example: first I had a tri cycle when I was a kid. The days my grandfather presented it to me I would have been the happiest person. I even took my tri cycle to my bed and made it sleep next to it with my pink blanket on it so that it doesn’t feel cold at night. Then as I grew a bit older I wanted a Bi-cycle and not any bi-cycle I wanted a BMX like the one my neighbor had. I got that but this time I dint take it to my bed but kept it in the garage next to dad’s car. I cleaned it everyday till I started to like the Bikes. I moved from bikes to my first car. An red pearl Alto and then to a grey Cuore . Now within a year or two I would be moving to bigger car…………..a City or Civic maybe. This will go on till I achieve till I feel ----------satisfied I guess. But I already feel satisfied. I love my small Cuore.Its cute.Its nice. My heart feels complete. And this is not only with cars but with so many things. And the philosophy part is that I feel complete. I don’t need a BMW. I do Not!!!It worries me………..why do I not I WANT! Have I lost the thrill to move……….no way I will never. So what is it!! What is it!!