makes the world go round. Whoever came up with that was either filthy rich or fucking depressed.
I’ve never been on good terms with money – I’m almost always broke. But I’ve never liked having money so much, at least not since about age 9. When I was a kid I realized the power it brought to those who held it, I’d spend it wisely at the canteen, Kati’s Toy Shop at school, and even on Pattis Uncle’s homemade Patties. Back then 10 rupees could buy you a packet of Tipi Tip, an egg roll was only 5 rupees, Bunty toffees were 50 cents, and half rate bus tickets were 50 cents.
Those are probably what most of my childhood memories, at least from school, are made of. Me buying stuff. But it wasn’t always my money that I spent. Now before you come to conclusions, back then I had yet to master the art of mooching off of other people (back then I had no class). I did not steal from other students. No, I stole from the teachers.
I was a Robin Hood of sorts, I would steal from the rich – the teachers, and give to the poor – me. But sometimes I would be in a mood to share. On days that I managed to sneak out a 50 rupee note I’d buy a bunch of Tipi Tips and sneak them into my friends desks. I wouldn’t tell them I got them, obviously, because then I’d get caught. Yeah, I was sneaky like that.
But I did get caught, quite a few times actually. Another vivid memory is that of my frequent visits to the Headmaster’s office. They weren’t very pleasant. A lot of times I would come out in tears, mostly fake, but tears nonetheless. The usual punishment was a few lashes of the cane – on my hand, nowhere else, perv.
I still remember walking back to the school van clutching my hand and hearing the jingle of 5 rupee coins in my pocket. The fools thought I had learned my lesson. Hah. As if.
But I reformed over time, and I’m glad. I guess I realized that money can’t really buy happiness, and the thrill of stealing money sort of dies off after so many lashes. After that I began to see the darker side of money, the side that causes poverty and crime among other things.
I strongly feel that money is one of the worst things that has happened to us. It’s made so many things possible, but there’s both good and bad in that. And to me, the negative always outweighs the positive. The things money can make people do, from doing menial and humiliating jobs to stealing and looting and even killing another man, all over money. Do I need to go on?
Sure, we wouldn’t have developed as much as we have if it wasn’t for money. Sure, there’s plenty of reasons for why it should exist and why we should continue to use it. And yeah, it’s too late to stop now. But did we really need it?
Money allows for corruption, greed, poverty, crime, and fraud. And there’s a whole load of good things it’s enabled too, but I don’t see how that can cancel out everything that’s wrong with it.
Money might make the world go round, but it doesn’t mean that world is any better because of it. Money might buy happiness for some, but only at the cost of anothers misery. Money might fill the plate of one, while emptying that of another. Money. Money. Money.
So tell me, man. Can you eat your money?