Value Of Money

Satchoo,

Such a sweet recap! Ehem, my experience has not been that sweet or generous as a grown-up daughter.

When I glared at the pay slip of my first job, I was thunder struck. I have not seen that kind of lucre growing up in a middle-class milieu with doordarshan values.

I splurged! I again splurged the next month. No drugs and no disco yet no savings. But weekend-hops on flights and food and spas and indiscriminate decadence attending those pretentious literary festivals. For some reason, I was too naive that I gave the mailing address as my parents' location. My father once chanced on my bank statement and pried into it and was aghast. He called me up and scowled "what is this? are you planning responsibly?" In the background, he was inquiring from my mom: 'does anyone know what the hell she is doing or does anyone hold her accountable anymore?' He then implicated me in some binding life insurance policy on my name so that I am constricted with those premiums.

You might assume this anecdote has the honourable end of a redeeming parable. Ha! Never. My dad ended up paying all those premiums for years whilst I swiftly changed my address at the bank. The microwave, wall clock, kitchen ware, calling bell, fridge, television, all kinds of electronic goods or towels or soaps or bedsheets all were bought and furnished by my dad at my place as well. Moral of the story: Noble parents are blessed with notorious daughters!

 

Six figure salary is not enough because we increase our needs, many of which are arteficial ones that we really don't need even for making our lives easier and moew comfortable. Wer are slaves of consumerism and hypnotizxed by TV hype over a whole lot of unnecessary goods. So instead of travelling light through life, we carry a heavy baggage. to which we are enchained even to jettison it. Even guys with six figure income get cught in debt traps paying RMIs for luxury, flats, bigger cars and what not.i

 

Dear satchi,

That was a wonderful write up. Thrift was one quality infused in to our blood right from our childhood days. Nobody in the house fussed about we walking miles to reach out school, those days. Pencils and erasers were cut into fours, and I never remember having used a full pencil. Leaky pens, with broken nibs was the norm of our school life, with uniforms stained with ink marks. Though I never had the opportunity to earn my living, till now I have practiced thrift, which has stood me in good stead, even during the most difficult financial times!

Agatha83

 

True. My parents often reprimand me that I am not thoughtful and concerned and organised in life. One of these days I am thinking to take stock of my life and tighten my unhinged bearing and outgrow my whims and languor. They don’t believe that I have no meaningfulful upfront plans but only self-assured and infallible backup and fallback and disaster-recovery tricks in life with which I thrive. Hope it’s not too late to change ingrained habits and straighten up. Need to plan life carefully but not getting time around to think and plan my life. Silly amusement and goofy laughs vastly distract me.