What's my money scene in life?
I, recently made an investment in a couple of things that I have been wanting to buy for a while now. And these aren’t small investments, they are pretty big in terms of the money involved. Since I didn’t have enough money to buy those, I took a loan. What I am trying to say is that I have already spent the money I haven’t even earned. Apart from these, there are the inevitable expenditures on things that I need on a daily basis.
I may have the fancy cards but in reality, I am poor AF!
Sometimes, I feel like all the money that I earn is imaginary. And now that everyone accepts cards and uses Paytm, it has become even easier to spend this imaginary money. Every sunday, my anxiety sets in pretty damn strong, when I sit down to check my balance. It is a terrifying moment, really. So much so that, I sometimes feel the need to have another person around in case I collapse on the floor.
Why is this feeling so drastic? Well, that’s because I belong to the class of urban poor. My wallet may be stacked with fancy, sleek cards, but in reality all I feel all the time is poor except on pay-day which is, perhaps, the shortest day of the month.
But, do you remember the gullak days?
I remember the day when my parents bought me my first piggy bank. I was 13. It was designed in a shape of a pig, was pink in colour and opaque. Placed in a conspicuous corner of my book shelf, it had a tiny opening on its back, on the top from where I slipped a few coins almost everyday.
My brother and I shared the piggy bank and so, he would also contribute by depositing some cash to it regularly. One could only guess how much money was in there but my brother and I took great pride turning it into the heaviest pig ever. The feeling of owning that much money made us feel so rich and fulfilled, so to say.
We would, sometimes, even unlock it and count the money in there.
I remember this one day when we counted a total of Rs 1053 — all in change. The feeling left a beatific gleam in both of our eyes. We hadn’t felt richer ever before.
Another gullak, that most of us had, were the mitti ke gullak.
These were such interesting pieces of possession. They were cheap, sometimes colourful, came in all sizes and were readily available in just about any nearby market, on the streets. And, they still exist.
The one that you had to break, in order to get access to their content. Wish our bank accounts could fill instantly, just like our piggy banks did, when our parents felt bad for us.
The mitti ke gullak had its own charm. Its ephemeral nature kept us wondering how rich we actually were and since nobody knew, we’d just stay jaunty for the fact that we always had a backup of sorts for the days we might just need it. And so, there was always a check on our expenditure.
It is indeed surprising how our lives have changed since the age of the gullak.
Now there are banks, cards, EMI loans, taxes, bill statements etc. and we have to deal with it even when we don’t feel like, on most days.
Life was so much easier with thy gullaks, wasn’t it?