At the breakfast table, my son reads out some recent news from his Iphone – “Just eight individuals, all men, own as much wealth as the poorest half of the world’s population, Oxfam said on Monday in a report…”Oh really? who are they? I ask goggle eyed unable to suppress my curiosity.”The eight individuals named in the report are Gates, Inditex founder Amancio Ortega, veteran investor Warren Buffett, Mexico’s Carlos Slim, Amazon boss Jeff Bezos, Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg, Oracle’s Larry Ellison and former New York City mayor Michael Bloomberg.” he continues to read.Astonishment apart this piece of news really set me thinking, entering into the age old debate (with my own inner self) on how much money is enough. There is always a constant tug of war between our needs and wants. People often console themselves by saying that love is the utmost important factor in life and money ranks a poor fourth or fifth place maybe, if we were to do some rankings. The Billy Graham quote we held as a gospel truth since childhood begins to rhyme in my head,When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost.How true! But the desire to earn or possess more money is omnipresent for many of us poor mortals, isn’t it? And I’m not even talking about people below poverty line here. I’m thinking about ordinary middle/upper middle class folks. we always keep wishing for a better house, a better car, a raised social stature, all of which come at a price; that of being a rich person. But is having loads of money the real meaning of being rich? I get an answer from author Mitch Albom’s book Tuesdays with Morrie. “You don’t need the latest sports car, you don’t need the biggest house….. You know what really gives you satisfaction?What?Your time. Your concern.”
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Source: Musings On Money- Do You wish For More?
An ode to my friend,(my lovely mobile phone) in the form of a prose poem:
My phone is my notebook, my postbox, my gaming station, my book stand, my news reporter and my business supporter! My phone is also my camera and my pictures album folder. My phone is my banker,my meeting place with friends and a place to look up the latest trends. The device even doubles up as my vanity mirror and my music system. My phone is my dictionary and spelling corrector, it can teach me to strum the guitar and teach me mandarin if I want. Its also my magnifying glass you bet! Use your imagination and you’ll know how. It takes me to far off places and is a small doorway to the big bountiful world which I can hold in my fist or my pocket. The big bonus is that it can also be used to make calls! Yes you heard that right.I can also make calls. I need all these facilities in my life, so when my phone is my true friend indeed, when in need, why do people call it phone addiction? It’s not just a phony phone after- all; its much more!
Its the age of instant gratification,
The forever rush to hasten.
And the desire for sudden action!
With speed cars, and immediate access internet;
Pray; from where can the fastest gadgets I get?
Had heard of instant coffee and 2 minute brownies,
Sad tales of 2 minute noodles, and oodles of doodles!
But this one is really new!
Tick tock, Tick tock, got to think really fast,
For dear, its my 2 minute poem
And cannot wait for the time, to simply go past!
This post is inspired by Indispiretopic
Picture source: pixabay.
Two little pigtails pulled to the left
And one braided plait pulled to the right.
Oh! My My! What a sight.
Two quarrelling sisters
Fully engrossed in their fight.
Open mouthed, I intervene.
I look at the elder one and scold her
You should have some more sense!
I look at the younger one and scold her
You should respect your elders!
An hour later I see them
Both playing happily with each other!
Sulking, they look at me angrily
A quarrel with sister has become,
A quarrel with their mother.