Showing posts with label Money. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Money. Show all posts

Friday, October 28, 2016

The empty purse

He tamed a long dream of investing in mutual fund. His little interest in the equity market made him tame this far-sighted dream. He awaited long for his first salary. Although it is not much, still that petty amount would have made his long tamed dream come true.

After a fortnight of his salary, he saw the slip out of the ATM. It was enough for him to survive for the remaining fortnight, but purely scarce to get near his dream. He had nothing but a broken heart.



His moments of disgust were interrupted by a pat on his shoulder by his father. He stared at his dad.

"Thank you Son for these wonderful gifts. It means a lot to receive them from you. Your first salary has made the home glitter again. Everyone is happy with their gifts. I am proud of you", said the old father expressing the happiness of the younger brothers and sisters and his mother.

He soon got relief from those moments of disgust. He was happy. The empty purse and his lost dream of investing in the market had restored the happiness in his family.

Written for Indispire

Tuesday, June 03, 2014

Am I rich enough??

Am I rich enough??

I am rich but I yearn for more.


The richness parameter of my life is being defined by my ability to let others live. The interpretation of the word 'Rich' for me is that I want to buy a bread to everyone who is famished and  not to treat myself with cozy buffets; to get a blanket for everyone who is sleeping on the street and not to enjoy a holiday in Switzerland; to gift freedom to every prisoner who is debarred from his freedom just because he couldn't afford the petty amount of fine; to nurture those child who are exempted from parental love. My richness parameter is well defined by my ability to be Salman Khan, my idol.

The richness parameter of my life is also being defined by victory. The feeling of richness is also by accomplishments. I felt rich the day I cracked 98 percentile in the MBA entrance.

I feel rich the moment when I am sitting sad and my best friend silently sits beside me because that's the best I have ever earned. 

I feel rich the moment when she appreciated my writings and said, "Your writing's define me."

I feel rich every time I realize that I am the reason behind my parent's happiness.


Submitted for Indispire.