My perceptions change every minute I spend on this earth. I don’t know whether this happens to me or this is the case with everybody.
The last week was a real eye opener for me. I suffered from tonsillitis, sore throat; cold and finally allergy which made me go all red (btw it’s still not over). For my tonsillitis I went to one of the plush hospitals who charge an exorbitant amount as their fees and when I thought that it is over, I found it has just started coz the chemist produced even a bigger bill. That day I realized how could a poor man afford all this? The final shock came when I saw a very badly burnt guy being taken to the ICU….. So is money the biggest thing in life? Not really, I guess its good Health. Some think that health can be bought by money, yes if you want to believe in that, but what about those who are born with a disease that has got no cure? If money is that important what about those who are stinking rich but do not have parents? What’s the use of coming back home from a tiring day and find nobody home to greet you? What’s the use of so much money when one day we all are going to have “swargiya” in front of our name…? I am not questioning the “striving nature” of anybody but what I am saying is that life is short. Love, health and friendship: the intangibles have got greater value in our lives than the most tangible stuff: i.e. money. I don’t say don’t have a passion (jazba) to become something but while travelling the path to your destination, value the intangibles as much, if not more than the tangibles because when we all reach the death bed our last wish would not be to be buried with all the money in the world but to spend the last few minutes with someone we love and we will want somebody to remember us when we are gone.
I am not a firm believer of God, but then with each passing day (in the last week) my faith in God has grown and I find myself thanking god for whatever I have. This entry in my blog has used the least number of backspaces and deletes, comes out of no intention to be grammatically correct or to produce any amount of literary delight, but is written to question the morals and beliefs which we follow without thinking . We keep on cribbing for the extra 1 lakh in the CTC, the 0.5 or 1 mark extra which could have us landed in a different course(perceived to be better by some), and the JP Morgan’s and the HUL’S. But it’s only when we sit in the general ward in a hospital see people suffer and makes us realize the ailment we have is a “bacha”, and immediately thank god for our life. We realize the value of a leaking roof only when we see somebody with no roof on his/her head. We crib about not having a DVD player until we see someone without eyes. We crib about not having the latest mobile phone until we see somebody who is deaf and we crib about not having a pair of Nike shoes until we see someone without legs. Now again the same question is it all about money? I would have written granths on this stuff but would love to make this discussion more personal, so please all of you reading this are requested to meet me at the coffee table sometime, I guess it would be more than the coffees worth to come out as a different person.
