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Dollars & Pounds

The smile on the face of the maharaja the minute I gave me ten bucks sent my thoughts back to my childhood. This maharaja is not the ruler of any kingdom but the parking space outside the restaurant. He  opens the door and wishes every one who visits the restaurant. 10 rupees does not mean a lot to most of us. We do not think twice before spending it. Long gone are the time when 10 rupees mattered so much. Hundred bucks was a treat and 500 bucks was a luxury and gift from God. The major reason technically is the money value has dropped tremendously. And the expenses and expectations have changed. The lifestyle changes has created a new law. The income is almost equal or always lesser than the expenditure. I always wonder if this law applies only to me. A chat with few of my friends and I felt happy that I was not alone.

Gone are the days when the maximum spend for a family dinner was Rs.600 on an average. The family consisted of four or more people. Today minimum cost for two is Rs.600. These days we get too engrossed in earning money that we dont have track on how much we spend. Thanks to the independence streak and the stress levels. The 500 rupees I withdraw from an ATM does not last for even 5 hours. I am not able to figure if it is me or the temptations around me are to blamed. The thrist for earning money has increased tremendously, still the emotional value of it has been lost in the process.

Why cant I spend my hard earned money? I question myself. I do deserve it. But does that mean I can indulge myself always. I have no clue. Does charity cleanse this guilt? May be not really. I never give enough. But what is enough is the golden question. Maybe a financial expert can help me on saving. Or the better person to do it is Me. How will self sufficiency and control control me. I have no clue. Till then, dollars and pounds will continue to rule my world

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