When we were small we had our share of fun. The weekly pocket money was something we always looked forward to. I had my pocket money increased by a mere Rs 5/- per year. By the time I was in my twelfth, I looked forward to 50 bucks every monday. 50 bucks? Yes! It gave me and my cousin an incentive to work hard through the week because combined we would have 100 bucks between the two of us. It simply meant we could sneak in pizza and other junk food items in our belly before heading home after our swimming practice. Such luxury lasted exactly two days, and on a few occasions it stretched to three.
Came college and life took a jump start. My 3000 bucks monthly cash from home got me nowhere. By the time I finished paying all my bills, I would be left with a mere 300 bucks. Somehow, when I look back now, it was still enough. I managed to go out with friends every once in a while, ate what I wanted to and even felt content, although every girl is entitled to her share of emotional outbursts every once in a while.
Then I started working. For a few months I stayed alone in a flat ignoring the 10,000 bucks/month rent deduction from my salary. I just felt like living life large, like feeling that I had a settled and comfortable life. When I finally saved 20,000 bucks and gave it to mom I was thrilled.
Now here I am. I earn triple and more of what I earned back home, even as a student (after the conversion of course). Gone are the days when even 100 bucks mattered. Now I look forward to saving thousands and lakhs. I came back from work today thinking about the changing equation. Its worthwhile reflecting on how life keeps changing its meaning.
Or at least we change ours..
... and how the stakes keep getting higher.
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