I have dreams, everyone does. But I have something worse. An itch. A prolonged, frustrating, uncomfortable, mind boggling ITCH .
I want to spend my first pay-check. Yeah, you read it right. I JUST want to spend it. Now, one may come to a quick judgement of me being an extremely shallow person, but I dare you to hear me out.
My first pay-check was a mere 1000 rupees, earned from a National Debate Competetion at the age of 14. I had slogged my rear off, and had come to realize the importance of earning.
Well all the morals said and done, my mother took those two 500 rupees notes, sealed them in an envelope and kept it the most secure locker of the cupboard. When I questioned her why with a very dissapointed face, she smiled and said, "The first Pay check is always special. Dont ever spend it. You ll earn your whole life, but when 50 years later you ll look back onto these 1000 bucks, it ll always lift your spirits and make you proud of yourself." I hadnt belived her then, I dont believe her still. But strangely as I am growing up, her words ring in my mind a lot more often than it used to.
Oh, and I want to buy a book shelf with my next 'First Pay Check'.
Too many books, too little space. The Tragedies of Life, I tell you.
