I don’t think twice about writing mundane stuff that revolves around our day-to-day lives and have not hesitated to write about my family too. Rarely I talk rant about my office or my extended family but brace yourselves as one big melt down is happening right now and I might write about one more in the coming days.
There is no denying that money rules this world. And I for one wouldn’t be too quick to say that there are important things than money in our lives. Yes! Happiness, family, love, yada yada are much more important but when there is no money, all these vanish too. Growing up in a typical middle class family, I knew the value of money very early in life.
Money was never enough although we children never knew about it firsthand. I have talked a number of times on how our needs were always provided and wants, mostly satisfied. I feel privileged to have experienced a memorable childhood, despite money issues. But the fact that we never had it abundance made me the person I am today, I guess.
Things are not the same as they were a decade ago. I still remember coming to Bangalore on a debt of 10,000rs from a close friend of my dad. I duly paid it up with my first month’s salary and I would eternally be grateful to that uncle for his timely help. Thankfully, we are in a much better shape today and that didn’t happen overnight, neither did we hit a lottery.
I am so irritated today with how some of our relatives look at us. As per their logic, we are doing well that they think they are entitled to our money. And this is not a single incident. We have to buy a gold chain, can you give us Rs.X? We have to buy a bike, can you give us Rs.Y? There is no end to these requests. As soon as dad retired, all these said relatives swarmed our house to know what is being done to his retirement money. And almost all got offended to know that they don’t get a part of it. I mean.. hello!
Today my dad is a pensioner and yet, he somehow is in that elite circle of people who grows money on a tree. I am so bugged by these people who think they can make some quick, easy money by playing the love, family and sympathy card. While my dad himself walks anywhere, doesn’t take a cab even if we force him, goes to the wholesale market that is KMs away to buy veggies to save a rupee or two, these people ask him for 1000s, just like that.
I don’t even want to talk about those who took the money and are nowhere to be seen now. The minute my dad says no to anyone, we all become those evil people who in spite of having money wouldn’t help their family. But what these people don’t understand is every penny saved is hard-earned. Often times, the sister and I end up fighting with dad over these issues and these so-called-relatives. We have turned down anyone with genuine reasons – be it hospital bills, school issues or other emergencies. But to just like that ask money as if we are running a bank, I am fuming. There really is no end to this drama every 15 days.
I might come across as a stone-hearted person for saying this but I am protective of my hard-earned money. Is it so wrong? Also I don’t care for those relatives who are after us only for the monetary benefits. Tomorrow, if are in need of some money, none of these people would be anywhere near and we would be left to suffer, isnt it?