She woke up, startled by the sudden shouting and screaming. She immediately sat up when she saw her mother barging in her room. her mother's daily routine radio had turned on again, precisely almost at the same, usual time. And she went on like, "You have lost all shame. Will first sleep late at night, then wake up late. Here, half the world has left for duty, and here this madam is still in her dream world, sleeping away to glory....."
She just sat there, her eyes lowered, her face expressionless, knowing it fully that that was the best way to deal with her mother's lectures. She had failed in one of the entrance exams and later decided to quit it because she could not handle the pressure. As for that, she was sitting there, sitting and listening to the words of her mother, listening with all the attention she could give then.
Her hair was a mess, falling all over her lowered face. Her fingers continuously trying to remove the imaginary dirt from near her eyes' corners., in an attempt to keep them lowered. Her brain trying to wake up just as quickly as her frame did. Her ears yelped for some cotton plugs to shut out the loud noise. And with all this going on together, she was trying hard to stifle a long yawn.
However, unaware of the inattentive audience, the radio continued, uninterrupted, and signed off the show with the words, "Get out of the bed. Freshen up. And come to the living room in 10 minutes. Just TEN MINUTES." And after those words, the silence that settled was like the start of the snowflakes falling on the ground and settling itself comfortably. It was so welcoming and so soothing for her ears and her mind too.
After her mother walked out of the room, she jumped out of the bed and went straight into her washroom. While brushing her teeth, she was trying to figure out what she had to say, how she had to say it and with every rub of her brush and a shift in her hand position, she framed a new sentence that she would say to her parents. This wasn't her first time. She has had such meetings previously as well. So she knew what to say and how to say it. And just like all the previous times, she left the washroom with determination, the determination that this time she will convince her parents. SHE WILL.
She entered the living room exactly after fifteen minutes her mother had left her room. Not so bright room, her parents sitting in a stiff position, their empty tea cups placed on the table in front of them. (It meant they already have had a discussion before calling her.) Their eyes intently staring back at her. Her mother did throw a glance at the clock when she entered but said nothing. With a sigh, she seated herself on a seat diagonally opposite from where her parents sat. Looking at them, all her determination vaporized. And then the session started all over again...
This time they were harsher, this time they were more strict. Her ideas, her plans were not even listened to. She had been given the final ultimatum. If she would not decide, all strings would be pulled off and she would be married off soon. And this is how that dreadful meeting ended. Later that day, she got herself enrolled for the course her parents wanted her to do, only to welcome more taunts, more pressure, and more defeat than what she had faced in the previous one. And where she had thought that she would finally get to take a step towards her dream, she actually walked backwards, going away from what she really desired.
She was the best juggler in the world. She ranked #1 in the juggling business. She could manipulate people, hypnotise them and get her will done. Wherever she went people followed her, just like rats had followed the 'Pied Piper of Hamelin'. Her fragrance lured people. They could perform acts risking their own lives and even take someone else's life for her sake. They could do the best of the deeds and even the worst of the crimes just to possess her.
In some hearts, she instilled love; and in many hatred, jealousy and anger. Be it when she was young - crisp and beautiful; or be it when she is old - wrinkled and shabby, her value has not changed. Over the days, months and years she is being handed down from one person to another, she is being used, stains cover her body, but still people feel delighted on having her. They praise her and worship her like no one else. They handle her as if she is a fragile, delicate being and adore her like she is their only love. She rules their hearts and casts such a magic spell that makes sure that no one can take her place in their lives.
She has made many families, many families have broken coz of her. She has brought many friends close and have turned many to foes. Many have fulfilled their dreams with her presence, but her absence has crushed many of them too. Those who have her always have had the undue advantage - a better lu
ck, a bigger confidence. This is the reason why people run after her like wild, mad bull who runs after the colour 'Red'. Having her standing beside them is the biggest security they can feel. They feel as if nothing can go wrong.
SHE; who has the power to be placed equally with GOD or maybe even above Him is none other than the 'MONEY' itself. Money; the main cause behind the happiness as well as the misery of the people. When it comes to theory, people will say money is not that important, but in reality every deed done by a human has a monetary interest hidden in it. People will say 'money can't buy happiness' whereas in today's life everything that makes us happy can be bought only by money. It's strange to see that today, even within families, if you have money, only then you have respect, or else you get looks like "Who are you?" The rich always have the say and the poor is just deemed to follow.
However, exceptions are there just like in every other field. There still exists people who try to find love and happiness not in materialistic things but in the small things of life. They do not run after money, they are satisfied with whatever they have. Instead of cribbing about lack of money they live a laid back life and enjoy every moment that comes their way.
Money has a strange luck, which could be called a cursed one. One moment it is placed very high, but when asked to describe it, it is called 'the dirt of hands' which is there just for fun. It acts like a whore in one's life, where people use it just to enjoy themselves and nothing more. They use it for their happiness, their satisfaction and once it is done they do not hesitate to hand it down to others who again uses her in the same way.
Think about it. Is MONEY really worth of so much of attention?
