weath in the well...........

hi again,

Everybody loves it , nobody denies it but only some people get it........Maybe it was an easy riddle to crack but yes i am talking about money. I am not an economist who could play with language and manipulate it to make sense out of nothing. But yes i do want to talk about how it can be the most and the least important thing for us.How it turns thetable for you and the attitute of people could be changed through it, though it may be in a very small way. Here i follow my post with a story about two friends......

It was raining very hard and the roads were all choaked .The mumbai suburb appeared almost like a gutter filled with filth leaking and smelling bad. But we people in bombay are used to it and it has become an eternal part of the spirit of aamchi mumbai ....ie...to live in adversity and be happy.Work hard ...travel harder, drink at a bar while chatting with friends and go to sleep. It had become a way of life for both of them also . Now, if you are there in mumbai for some time you would notice that people have become used to living together , ie. in Mumbai . You could find a millionaire travelling in the same local , siting beside you while you are still planning about how to earn your next meal. Though, it may seem dramatic to non mumbaikars but for mumbaikars it is something very normal. Well, these two friends had a slightly different opinion about this culture of mumbai. I will get back to this point at a later stage of this story which is obviously getting longer by every line with my crap so lets get back to the story..... Both of them had a special property according to which money when came to their hands was supposed to vanish. They were both working earning decently and yet at the end of the month they would become paupers. It seems pretty much your story , right , yes i agree. It is the story for most of us out there and so i want to bring this one out as we all can relate to it.
They used to spend flaunt and feel rich for some part of the month and this was what that gave their fetish some air to breath in. The fetish came to an end one day.........it was a very small incident but it changed their way of using money........That filth filled mumbai suburban road had made their bathroom slippers dirty and since they were walking from some time now their umbrellas were proving to be of no use now.. All of a sudden one of them saw a club .....for those rich drunkards .....and said lets go in there. They both had the fear of getting thrown out as their fetish had taught them but on that day they decided to dodge it and move ahead being really themselves. Two lads wearing shorts and bathroom slippers with an umbrella in their hand went inside that club........