I was just sitting at home one day, with this rectangular piece of paper in my hand. It had a picture of one of the most respected Indians world-wide on it. It also had the number 500 on it. It wasn’t the first time that I was holding such a piece of paper. But what was different about this one is that it took me almost a whole night of sitting in front of a computer screen, doing something that I don’t actually have a clue about, to earn that piece of paper.
I have always believed the old cliché ‘Money can’t buy you happiness’. Now though, I think that line needs to be modified. The right way of putting it is ‘You can’t walk into a shop, ask for happiness, and expect the shop-keeper to say ‘kitne kilo doon?’. I think the happiness I got when I paid my first electricity bill, for electricity that only I had used, is something I can’t explain. I realized that in a strange way, money can buy you happiness. I also realized that at least for me, at this stage, it is all about the simple things in life.
I keep thinking, everyday, that God has been extremely kind to me in that everywhere I have gone, at every single step of my life, I have always met such amazing and great people that I feel privileged and at the same time, dwarfed by their sheer presence and magnanimity. Just when I thought that surely, after my family, my relatives and my friends, I couldn’t be possibly fourth time lucky with my office colleagues also making me wish that I was at least a little bit better, I was proved wrong for the umpteenth time in life. They too make me wish that I could be at least a little bit better. Be it someone whom I already look up to as an elder brother, to someone whom I see as an amazing friend, to someone whose dedication to work amazes me, to some one whose smile can light a million lamps and whose mere presence can make all problems seem to go away, every single person I have met at my workplace makes me again feel honored to continuously meet such great people. And then there is always the hope that some of it just might rub off! In fact, I can go on to say that probably, every single person in the world is on some level or the other, a really good human being. I’ve even read that Dawood Ibrahim stands up every time a woman enters the room. Now I’m not saying that he does not deserve to be brutally murdered for all of his heinous crimes. In fact, I would only be too happy to oblige if someone asked me to do it personally. But if what I have read is true, then it does tell you something. So anyway, what I am really trying to say is, just observing all the wonderful people around me, thinking about all the wonderful people i know and have known, is something that I truly enjoy these days. As I said, it really is all about the simple things in life…
One example I would like to narrate regarding this. I was in Big Bazaar the other day, shopping for nothing in particular. (Digressing a bit, I just realized that I like shopping! Weird, I know, but then with me, it would be weird if I didn’t do something weird!). Well anyway, in Big Bazaar, I saw someone who looked as out of place in Big Bazaar as I did in college. He would have looked more at home in a rock concert. Not in the audience mind you, but on stage, performing. He seemed to be about my age. He had long curly hair, was wearing intentionally torn jeans, had some sort of leather band around his arm, and basically looked every bit the kind of person you meet these days who'll keep talking bout how Indian movies and Indian songs and basically everything Indian just sucks. But what was truly weird was the fact that he seemed to pushing a trolley filled with normal household stuff life groceries and bathroom items and stuff like that. But the real whopper was when he shifted a bit, and this woman he was with came into my view for the first time. She looked like a typical South-Indian housewife, and their conversation seemed to confirm my gut feeling that she was his mother. I was just so happy to see this unlikely mother-son duo just standing at the counter, waiting for their turn to be billed. The idea that Mr. Linkin Park had accompanied his mom to buy the month’s supplies thrilled me no end. Here, I would like to borrow a bit from this credit card commercial I see often on TV. Communicating to and from Big Bazaar – 100 Rupees. A month’s worth of supplies for the house – 2000 Rupees. The expression on the mother’s face when her ‘rockstar’ son asked the woman at the counter for a Diwali discount – PRICELESS…