Money, Wealth, Success and all that Jazz

Money, Wealth, Success and all the Jazz……

“Money is not everything”; “Money can’t buy love!”- Maybe or maybe not. Money! Just what is it? Why should it be everything or nothing at all?

Money…
Don’t ever disrespect money. It is anything but trivial. It is that single estimate of one’s capability. A man’s earning power, his value. It is that tool with which we quantify the use of a human’s body, mind. I am not making any references to such things that are abstract and not tangible as a soul. It is that value you attach too a product of utility. It is that bench mark that can e used and is used to differentiate nations, cultures, abilities, superiority or just plain old fashioned luck.


Why should any one pay me for my work? Why should I command a salary? Money is the standardised measure of a perceived value and the benefit of the existence of a product/human or something. It is the scale of your worth. Now doesn’t that appeal to you…YOUR WORTH! The feed for your ego, the justification of your being. The single most tangible resource of any value to you, YOU! It is that single fathomable achievement of your victory over oblivion.

Someone with a vast experience in affairs of life, money and everything that life has to offer after having born, told me that money is not all important and there is more to life than money. I am sure! But try telling that to a person who has gone hungry for a week because there is no food, try telling that to a boy who couldn't play because he couldn't afford the accessories of the sport, try telling that to a girl who is not confident of wooing her chosen boy because she can't afford the beauty parlour and is not confident that she is presentable! I have met these people and know what it is, now try telling me!

Wealth…
This is diverse aspect of one’s assets. It is the collective capability of an individual in the whole sphere of the strings that he can pull, aces that he can come up with, a slap that he can answer. Money, brain, people, family, innovative capability, differentiability! So is money important when you have different sources of wealth? Of course! You can’t have something of value if you cant trade it unless it is something abstract. Trade family, people? Heartless as it might seem, my statement, open your eyes. It is the reality, the real apt term to use. Whenever you fall back or have fallen back on the cushion of your family/their money/help, you are trading their contribution or just betting on the comfort factor of its existence on a particular situation. The important thing that experience might reveal to you is that wealth indeed need not have a positive influence on your existence. Forces of nature in terms of self concerned qualities have a different effect, just add in the adjectives that you may so desire…pardon the euphemism. Believe me we are all wealthy whether we like it or not.

Success…
The most sought after and a cliché, the raison d'être of life. The easily recognisable feeling but from the most intriguing source. The single individual feeling that annuls the necessity of the want of a human, depending on personal definitions of this word. Leaning on the way you perceive the feeling of success. Making money? Being wealthy in all its components? “Money can’t buy love!” Well why should you compare a physical entity with an abstract one? They may or may not be cause and effect. But this is what makes It difficult to describe this penumbra of the effects of the ambitions, views and individuality.
Success may be in your ability or accomplishment to make money, be wealthy, win a game, smile as you die, take pain, laugh, cry, kiss…anything. Sure money cant buy all these, it cant buy life…but my previous argument still holds.
Success can even be that smile on the one person who matters most to you, and knowing that you are the reason/cause/source of it, the difference that you have made or the feeling of contentment that you have brought with yourself.

Now what’s your quest? I don’t care much about wealth, I am yet to arrive in terms of money but from the last point I made about success, I deem myself successful…hey! What happened to fate, luck and destiny?

Reflect, Dwell and Move

In a foreign land I dont feel alienated anymore. It is very ironic and funny because I am a person who loves my country, always had a sense of belonging to where I came from, partly because of my people back home and partly because of the inertia a man suffers from. But now I some how feel freed of that grip of emotion. No! not in regards to my land but the cause that kept me with it.

In my then blinded state and vow not to let "My People" down in times of need, their need which i have lived upto in my earnest endeavour, to my expectations and my promise to myself, I failed to realize there are sometimes you just have to stand up, stand up for what you believe in and more importantly yourself. Now I understand that there is no point in taking it lying low just to keep the smiles flowing. No, I am not saying this in angst, then it would annul the whole intention of this explosion, i am writing this in disgust and a wretched sense of distaste and moist eyes. To compromise without levelling out things is the worst punishment anybody can suffer especially because you have meted it out to yourself. Talk about rubbing salt into the wound. Now who defines who "My People" are? The ones whom I am related to by blood? Or the ones to whom I am related to by choice, by choice of my free will? I reflect....

With the "blood people", from what i have known,there are lies, there is jealousy in the peers and contemporaries, oh, and as someone chose as a mask, there are superstitions, there is a feeling that is difficlut for me to understand, it is someting like this " I know I fell, at the least I didnt fall as bad as him". Now is that any way to lift your spirits up? Is that supposed to make you feel better about your falling? The inertia that I was talking about has a telling influence in this circle. How? Once, how ever early in life, you get on to the offensive or the defensive or forgiveness or the "forget it " mode, you are expected never to break this and continue in the glorious lane that you have accepted once. Matters of the heart, blood and tears compel you to do so. Now, it is not all that bad, if you are lucky or have been smart or have been just born with certain traits, you win all the time. You win despite the sleaze, down trodden poignant plasticity and not to forget the fecund lie :). Only the really lucky have the intermediate stages of suspended judgement in its all true fairness. All this despite the ever tacit love. God save the world. Some one rightly said, the world is a stage and we are all actors. And what actors we have become! The choice that you make, irrespective of your age, your diction, your beliefs, your prayers , your fears or your hope is made the monolith of judgement, made permanent, made unimpeachable. There is no turning back. What ever happened to personal freedom to hope,to hope that someday will be better than today!!! And you wait, like a whore waiting for her Knight in the shining armour, who does come, sweep her off her feet but at the end of the day pays her for her services. Pathos! I dwell....

Ah Yes! The chosen people, with them too there are lies, there is jealousy, there is contempt and there is inertia again. But there is equality, love, desperation for one another irrespective of traits that you are born with, these once you have been accepted. The are shoulders that are not yours but still your very own. There are families that are not yours still your very own. There is love that is all yours but still not your very own. It cant exist that way you see! There are failures of judgement, but the choice is still free to be chosen. The art of rectifying is not lost. Even if things go wrong, you have your self to blame and not Destiny or fate, I cant differntiate between the two though. These chosen people , this set, might change from time to time, still you have to freedom to choose your people. Now I know how the term "The Chosen One" was coined. It is this freedom that is primary to a being that is absent elsewhere. I move....smiling.....

Atleast the white light can be split into different specific colors, I wish though there was a prism for us, I am sure we would be surprised to see many new colors...different shades...each...as i reflect , dwell and move...the stage is here, the actors articulate...and the show goes on...