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.”
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!
The other day I saw a pretty woman at a party. Although she looked quite gentle, her behavior was somewhat odd. She sat bossily on a chair, with her husband in attendance. He kept offering her drinks and took care that she was served with all the snacks. Of-course some of them she declined, perhaps the secret to her slim trim figure. Many other people too seemed to be hovering around her,but the woman did not budge an inch from her place.( You must be thinking whether I had nothing better to do! Well that’s my favourite pastime- observing people. And no, I was not envious).
Later in the evening I saw my husband talking to that couple- he is really good at making friends. He signaled to me to join them. I walked up towards their seat and my husband introduced us. “How arrogant she is, did not even bother to stand up,” I thought. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, she spoke apologetically. Actually just as she and her husband were entering the party hall, she had tripped over a loose wire left by a careless decorator and fell flat on the floor; with the result that now there was a slight sprain in her foot and a rip in her dress. Her husband had immediately decided to leave, but she was a real sport and did not wish to spoil his evening and insisted that they stay on for some time. She had cleverly hidden the tear in her dress with her scarf. Immediately I realized that there is always more than meets the eye and one should not judge people and situations in a jiffy. People behave differently in different circumstances. It is all a matter of perception. I eyed the mystery woman with a new found respect. She had decided to bear the slight pain and discomfort with a smile for the sake of the people she loved.
Lets look at this in a slightly different way. Can you guess what’s depicted in the picture featured above?
A bench perhaps? A railing with some beautiful shadow play! Monochrome image!
Now look at the actual picture–
Its an iron railing alright, clicked in Scotland (my brother jokes that there are better things to see in Scotland than iron railings- but I’m like that only). So what changed the perspective? Modern editing tools. Just some cropping and rotation through 270 degrees give you a totally new and amazing result!
This post has been inspired by photo101 by WordPress. I have tried to incorporate different elements of photography in the post along with some philosophy 🙂
I hope you enjoyed reading.