CRAWLING UP THE WEALTH-POT

Being in Amity, the most broadly categorized thing I learnt was "If you got a heavy and a cranking pocket, you got life, if you don't, you crib." Perhaps, its just the money that count being a part of such an expensive institute like mine. Pondering upon the same flavour, the only material the wealthy freaks do not get a grip to is, satisfaction (..??). Manjhe, every single element of their lives has become money oriented.

Receiving a monthly allowance of close to 2000 bucks isn't something that has to be ame as "just"...and it isn't over yet. 2000 bucks, excluding the shopping bills, the phone bills, and all the bls one could possible feature. So, where does the allowance go, where is it being spent.. "WHAT ON EARTH IS THE DAMN MONTHLY ALLOWANCE KEPT FOR..??"

But then, no matter how much one tries to straighten the wagging tail of a dog, it remains as it is. The still-cribbing-for-the-money brats feel the need to desire more. How much more can anyone possible spend any further? They still feel the need to call it "just".

One may find it a bit stress free to make a person zip his mouth, the person who knowsyour sin, and may disclose it any point, but keeping money silent is as tough a job as climbing to the apex of the 8.848 km. mountain in a single leap.

Once cash (or simply hardcore wealth in any form), starts pouring in in one direction, and in one blink of the eye, it starts flowing in from every corner of your world, ad if it doesn't, you stress and sweat out every nerve of yours, to make the money count consistent in your life, to retain yourself in the money factor...ain't it..??

The life of an early adult (18-20), cashwise, has no corners, no ends..itgoes all the way round and returns to same point. Feature this: you get your allowances, it takes just the click of your fingers to spend it (and you got no idea where you spent it), your parents discontinue the heavy monthly allowances, you cry, crib, scream, yell, you do whatever it takes for your parents to raise your allowances, and finally your parents are pushed into continuing what you want out of them..and then the same thing trails again, you get your allowance, you party hard, you cry, crib.......

The wealth pot contains, as compared to a cigarette, or a traditional beedi for that account, twice the cocaine, it takes twice the time required for creating it, twice the sweat that trails through your foreheads when you consume it in large proportions and you discover the ill-effects...but no matter what, it takes half the time for anyone, to finish it!

Wealth is like a stepping stone to everything that follows, fame, prosperity, dignity, LIFE! I got no disagreement with the old parents saying, "If young ones are given TOO MUCH money that their pockets start lurking gold, where one cant be decisive enough where to spend it, (be it anything, the parents will to let their offsprings have it, or whether it be the child's repeated cribbing), everything comes easy for them at a timy age. In this race for building achild's personality, these parents end up making everything so easy for their kids, that when they mature up, they lose out on the will to fight, for anything and everything." But then once the people who've had a tough time handling their expenses in their teenagehood start earning, they're already spent half of their lives, they've gone past the "frollic college life", where the actual fun the life lives, where life would had been too much fun and non stressing enough if the situation were to be the opposite...

F.R.I.E.N.D.S...???

I was probably in my 8th std. (or the 9th I guess), when my cousins used to tell me about their fights with their friends at their college times that included verbal crap, physical fights.., and then ultimately them not speaking to their friends from the time the conflict between them sparked and I used to feel what's life without friends? Friends are like one's family, one's caretakers, one's faith would completely be contained in their hearts, not even to one's own family! Infact, not having friends is perhaps largely bugging (and a bit itchy too).

Bu then as one's mind starts bulging and it starts being provoked, as mine did, I realized life's not all about having zillions of friends buzzing around my shoulders every second, to have all those friends beside me every single minute of my life to lift me up when I fall, or how am I going to learn by myself what's maturing?

I don't contradict upon the fact that there shouldn't be any friends AT ALL! (no offence to anyone). But how many brains would actually run as analytically as mine? This thought would surely meen to be substancial and "non hearted", but on one note, wouldn't it be a bit more nerve chilling if i had friends, maybe a handful of them, who think and react as parallel as I do, rather than having atleast one friend in each centimeter of the circumference round the globe.

I've heard that, "The more the roads cross each other and overlap, more the chances of the vehicles banging into one another." The more the brains contradict and intersect, more the conflicts, quarrels, arguements, disagreements...

Some of my friends at my college ask me as to why don't I make use of Orkut as a huge socializing hub for myself? There are tons of people out there whom I can interact, whom I can make friends with. I hear from them about their Orkut accounts, "You know what!! I created my account a week ago and now i got 53 friends with 67 scraps and 6 communities!!" Perhaps they wouldn't even know who are the people on their friends' lists, and majority of them wouldn't even get a chance to meet them personally, nor talk to them, nor contact them in any form, is this what is defined being a friend. So, is this Orkut thing enlargening as a big "SHOW OFF" kind of a thing among...EVERYONE?

I don't feel the need to watch 100 odd friends on either of my Orkut, hi5 or Fropper accounts, or maybe adding a numerous scores of people on my phonebook won't make me feel glad or it won't stretch the ends of my lips towards opposite ends!!

Call this my weakness, or just me, but having just one friend by my side rather than the having the whole universe with me is something that I consider "over deserving" for myself. But that's a bit ironical for me. I mean, I can't expect everything to reach the deserving line. Sometimes, I tend to ask myself, "Who's my best friend? Or broadly speaking, "Who's my friend?" The answer emerging for within is just a dark void. Maybe I haven't learnt the exact definition of a friend...

One of the countable friends of mine once told me that me not being a part of any friends' group, me not wanting to socialize with people at all, me sitting and "wasting" my time instead of being with my so called "friends" and singing "Lose Control", would surely make me repent some day. Maybe it will, perhaps that's how we all tend to learn, that's what's called growing up...