Tag Archive: Money

How many times Do we think before doing anything???…..I read this article and found it worth sharing……..This story is from the point of the unknown author…..Hope you all understand the message behind this short story…..
I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old..

The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ”Uncle, are
you sure I don’t have enough money?”

I counted his cash and replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.” The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. ‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.

I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’ His eyes were so sad while saying this.
‘My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister…”

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I
come back from the mall.’ Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won’t forget me.’ ‘I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.’ Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly….

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”

‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough.’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money!’

Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so
that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!” ‘I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.’

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever…

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk driver had taken all this away from him.


The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving…..

I have spent my life time thinking “Why is Money so very important“….How can this piece of paper possibly have the power of changing our mindset…our heartfelt desires….and carve our future…..Why is that we always bow down to the practicalities….and forget what we really want from our life….Why is that the world challenges our decisions….and at times even makes us feel so small for it…Why is that parents usually take into account the laurels of other kids….But fail to recognize their own kids merits???

Limitless questions….But few answers….My parents always said that they knew what was best for me….But I was an absolute rebel…. and most importantlyI KNEW WHAT WAS BEST FOR ME!!!!”….They wanted to see their daughter as a Doctor….But I choose a different path….Convincing them was very difficult….But get MONEY into the picture….And your parents will agree to your most outrageous plans….They just need to be convinced that what ever career you have chosen will give returns for the money that has been invested into education….So…here I’m…..Pursuing my dream of finding out new things by being Ph.D research scholar….By doing so,I partially fulfilled my parent’s desire of having the title “Doctor” before my name….But somewhere in the attempt to please them….I lost some of my heart felt desires…..So.today let me rewind some moments of my life….Look back and discover….”3 Jobs which I had pursue If MONEY didn’t matter”…..

I just love colors….loved fusing them….playing around with their fusions….Rainbow is my absolute favorite….Because it has all primary colors of the palette….I just loved to reflect the hues of the sunset….to paint the enigmatic sands of beach….felt the kiddish joy on sketching the children playing in the garden….Painting was my passion…my way of relaxing….to ease all worries….to immerse myself into the sea of colors….and forget about everything else….Wish I could get those days back….How I wish that I could afford to be less pragmatic about my life and have the luxury of pursuing my dream of being painter….I don’t know if I would ever be that good in research work….But I can vouch out for the fact that I would have been better PAINTER!!!

Pencil sketching was my favorite....Wish I had not given up on this Art....

Second option on the cards was….Telling stories….Yes weaving human emotions in such way that they touch others life and heart was always my dream (actually it still is…That’s the reason for the existence of this blog)….Writing gives me the opportunity to share my innermost thoughts….It acts as therapy for me….Because when I write,I get to express myself at different level….When I need to convince someone of my story,I need to be very sure of the things that I say and write….So that means “I SHOULD PRACTICE WHAT I PREACH”…..The words that I write and the hidden meanings behind them should be useful to all….So all the hard work that goes into writing a story actually is process….I had say it is a process of enlightenment…..I may not be Mahavira or Buddha…..But if I could help to improve others life by weaving stories that changes their outlook towards handling problems….That gives me a great sense of satisfaction….So all in all….If money didn’t matter (because writing stories is not difficult…But convincing Publisher to actually publish your work surely is)….Then no doubt I would have been a WRITER!!!!

If I had not given up....May be someday....Even my books would be as famous as these....

Third and last option would be being close to Nature….Apart from capturing colors on canvas I also love to click pictures that portray the enigmatic eclipses of Mother Nature….The sight of varied reds and violets on the horizon at sunset….getting a closer shot of the wings of the butterfly….capturing the water droplets on the petals of flowers….gives me immense pleasure!!!….It can be a bit tricky at times when you try capturing objects in constant motion like fluttering humming birds or butterflies which would not stop for second….But the ultimate joy of getting the perfect shot after running around after them….Can never be compared with anything else!!!….The best part is that at times I get to discover things that are absolutely new….So,if not a painter or writer….Then I would have been a WILD LIFE PHOTOGRAPHER!!!!

The contrast created by te tiny grasshopper on the bright orange flower is captivating!!!!

Hope that day comes…When money would not count the moments of joy….But inner satisfaction would….When I would not be a part of the rat race….and would be able to live my life as per my own terms!!!!

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
[ Back to top ]