Money comes at a cost !

Hi. I see a good no of hits on my blogs now a days. And that surely motivates me to write more. And yes, I have a new dedicated reader, Nithya Selvi...a very good friend and a colleague, who is one such motivation ... Thanks Nithya :)

So, here I am :)) Confused about what to write and how to start. Have a vague idea but well, as usual, miss the right direction. Things have changed with time. My grand pa's favorite line. He will still remember how his salary was only some few rupees some 60 years back. And how they used to be so happy with whatever they used to get.

I completely agree. Infact, I always feel that the number of rooms in your house is inversely proportional to the happiness your life has. Well, may be because I know how it is to stay in a 1 room or 2 room house and still be happy about things in life :) Life is fun that way.

A small government quarter, with two small rooms, a big aangan, humid wet ceilings, fans running at the speed of a turtle and four of us. Heaven. Life was so well and organised. My brother and me would decide everyday to sleep in our own room, we will go, and start those scary ghost stories, and within one hour or so, whole colony will hear a sound 'BHAAAAGOOOO' and there we run, without looking anywhere else..straight to our parent's room. Finally, see, i told you, with four of us together,  life is heaven :))

Monday to friday, we had a proper time table, sticked near out study table . And both of us would religiously 'TRY TO' follow it ;) Saturday, we had to complete all our homework by evening. And then family time :) and there comes the D day. Sunday, no studies :) My dad beleived that there has to be a day without studies to recharge you for the week ahead. Sunday was a family/friends day. Either it was a family outing or I used to organise picnics with colony friends ( my dad still calls me Union leader :D ) So, we would dress up early morning, tell mom to prepare some good stuff, carry our bags and bottles and off for picnic :) I used to ride the cycle and my brother sitting behind was the one who used to give directions and keep a watch on the dogs ;) I was horrible with roads. I still am. Thanks to my defected eyes :D Nithya, if you are reading this, m sure you will agree on this part ;)

 Well , I just realised that I am going directionless again. But the point is, today, its different. Life today is mechanical. I come back from office, i cook,  i eat, i study, i sleep. I wake up. and follow the same routine. Oh yes, btw, how did i forget, i facebook in b/w. I am a facebook addict, but can't help, thats the only thing that keeps me connected to the happenings which i otherwise miss. Even if its my friend's wedding or my brother's latest crushes :D ;)  

And in return of this mechanical life, there is some monthly fixed amount that keeps coming in. Amount with which I can buy those expenses dresses which i never feel like buying anyways. Shopping, to some extent, irritates me on my own. Amount with which I can have some exotic cuisine in those french , italian resturants. But well, not all friends are available all the time, they have their own commitments, almost all the times ;)  ( my roomie, if by chance visit this link, is seriously going to kill me for this :P ) 

I just wonder at times, if the cost I am getting is seriously greater than the one I am paying for it ?  #signoff !!!