Saturday, September 5, 2009
ITS ALL ABOUT MONEY, HONEY...!!!
(sorry about the extra flowery language...this was for the editorial board screening so i had to make it as formal as i could)
One might think I’m just a tiny piece of green paper with some gibberish on it. I would tell them-THINK AGAIN….!!
I’m virtually the most abused and the most desired thing in the universe. There’s nothing the vermin of mankind wouldn’t do to have me; I’m the source of their eternal greed and their overpowering lust. To my consternation and amusement, I see them place me at the very epicenter of their lives, letting me closer to their hearts and placing me well above their loved ones. I see their flaccid relationships and families falling apart, all in my name. The fools that they are, they think I can give them the ultimate power and self-satisfaction; I make them despair and feel like I’m ubiquitous yet too far away from their reach. But, when they do realize that I give them all the material things they ask for and when they continue to feel fidgety and agitated, their despair reaches the zenith and I can hardly keep that glee from my face!
Those who have me copiously, sometimes treat me with satiated displeasure and those who have grown up being told that desiring me greedily is in itself a mortal sin, hold me in awe and feel apoplexic with power.
How predictable and vulnerable the human beings are, never fails to amaze me! With my perfidious influence they try to have the cake and eat it too and finally end up choking themselves!
With their retarded minds and immature attitudes, my task of spreading despondency and unhappiness becomes child’s play. I have taken over every sect of their lives; no human bond can be too strong when it comes to matters concerning me. I see the world through different eyes; I change hands often, sometimes I find myself bringing joy to a child, to whom, nothing in this world is as wonderful as that bon-bon in its hands. I see the pious man offer me in charity and pray for a better world. Such instances make me want to think again and see the mankind from a whole new perspective but before long, I realize there is no veracity to it. I’m soon being used to acquire arms and propagate means to disrupt harmony.
More often than they care to notice, they put me to misuse; all I do is sit back and say to myself-“ Let the despair prevail!!! ”