from riches to ruins.

Money has become a contraption.

Money loves bickering behind my back, telling everyone what I should do or what I have done. This is childish but Money refuses to grow up. I had always liked to treat Money with respect but it just does not grow up. Chasing money, booze or young girls/boys promising great time, is no achievement in life. Money should be put to better use in life.

Problem of being Money

Money has a problem it wants to be somebody. Somebody famous. A celebrity, may be. Actually Money has no intrinsic value. But the truth, as Buddha observed long ago, nothing in this world has any intrinsic value. Some people develop some skills, like writing but most are never interested in that. However the skills are also temporary. An Orator becomes invalid by Alzheimer in no time.
As a progeny of greed and fear, one could never out grow destiny. So what it will be? The richest man. The country’s richest man built his new home. The most expensive home in the world but is fearful to move into it due to some perception. The fear of uncertainty of future still controls him. Wealth could not kill fear rather expanded it. Yet an Automaton will follow rather chase money and become Money.

Bickering behind my back.

The most shameful act is backbiting. Worse is misreading these chronicles. If  perception of life is blinded by greed and selfishness, anything will always be misread including  loosing health to gain wealth or other lifestyle related problems. Take care to read How much to earn? Why earn at all? Pause and think what is this chase in life. Living like a mechanical robot in the city which never sleeps. Only facebook friends for company scratching the back in reciprocation. Living to flaunt what was bought last weekend or expensive destination of vacation, last summer. An expensive mobile. A new Gold Ferrari or house, may be. All expansions of  tiny self. The self  which is nothing but a bundle of memories and compulsive thoughts and Actions. An Automaton like existence. A trap of habits.

The puke

If digestion is poor, avoid rich food and worse avoid information. Whatever is read or seen makes us to throw up. Unless information is digested properly, Money will never grow up. Marriage may not be a settlement in life but ability of digestion certainly is. The real settlement is when we digest everything, without vomiting on people near us. Ability to see things, we disagree, and yet not doing anything about is real maturity in life. Most people do not mature and remain adolescent all their life. There social talk start with gossip about others. The first sentence starts ” Do you know what Mr Beans did?” or like this “You know what happened today?”. This social puke reflects the limitation we place ourselves. The need for accumulation of gossip, compels us to misread plain talk.

Why I write

Of course nobody wants to live life of uncertainty and ambiguity even if I am a frequent attention of  curiosity. But stop bickering behind my back. I write because I want to share my version of life in a meaningful way. If a single person finds something useful from these chronicles, which may relieve pain of a problem, the purpose is achieved. Clicking on advertisements is secondary. But most never paid attention to that. Looking back to life. Starting under supervision of a greedy lawyer who will pay only conveyance for years, even if we do all his work. So many inefficient or lethargic judges. The unscrupulous clients concealing part of the facts. Above all the cheating intermediaries called Publishers. An automaton would not dare to leave security of your slavery.

Stop back-biting

Automatons, the least you can do is stop back-biting. Stop judging me. For that matter stop judging anybody on your double standards. Automaton all you have learned and that you know is how to mimic a smile while suppressing an abuse, accumulation with the purpose of gaining acceptance, while languishing under fears. Let us hope that someday automatons will grow up rather out of it and this world would be a better place.

Peace!

© Sandeep Bhalla