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The Days Of Our Lives

The past...the present...the future!

The end of carefree days

 
I've come to realize now that carefree days end when one starts earning. It really is a world which is dictated by money, and most of the time it is a 15-rounds match between money and happiness. Heres my take on the 'why'.

During school and college days, one hardly used to care about saving any money, since good ol' mom and dad used to provide a steady monthly pocket money. It was that steady minuscule income which kept things carefree, since all the (also minuscule) demands were met by that. But once you start earning your own money, your demands would go up - the latest cellphone/laptop, a big LCD TV, a nice car, etcetera etcetera. Not only that but (somehow) all these expenses get added on; like petrol costs, grocery costs, eating-out costs and lavish birthday/raise/promotion/anniversary treats. Hence, proper monetary management can no longer be ignored.

And then one gets to hear about friends/colleagues investing in the stock market and making profits (nobody talks about making losses though. ;) ) And, on surfing channels during the IPL breaks, all you would hear about was the rising inflation. Thats when the realization strikes that just saving money would not cut it; even your already-earned money would need to grow.

Thats when the stock market comes into the picture. But to be a 'clever' investor, one must monitor it continuously. It is your hard-earned money after all. So, endless hours in front of the computer screen are spend looking at numbers and analyzing charts. Add that to the hectic money-earner job hours and hours spent per day on miscellaneous grown-up day-to-day surviving activities and there you have it folks - the end of carefree days.

(And all this while not even considering marriage into the picture, nor raising kids! Egads!!)

Ending thoughts: Theres a popular joke which mentions how much better life would be if it were in reverse - starting with old age, moving on to raising kids and earning money, and then to being in college/school, running around as little kids and finally ending up as a foetus in a womb. How I couldn't agree more.
 
This entry was posted on Sunday, June 01, 2008 at 12:49 PM.
 
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Monday, June 02, 2008 11:12:00 AM Posted by Blogger Phoenix

Seriously, the banes of growing up.    



Monday, June 02, 2008 1:07:00 PM Posted by Blogger Maverick

i totally agree, i used to have more bank balance when I was a student than now...but i never seem to grow up. Stocks?....yawn.    



Monday, June 02, 2008 10:53:00 PM Posted by Blogger SmeaGollum

The joke is a line by George Costanza in Seinfeld:
"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus?!? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you go live in an old age home. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work forty years until you're young enough ot enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, and you get ready for High School. you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back, you spend your last 9 months floating with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, then you finish off as an orgasm!! Amen."    



Monday, June 09, 2008 1:34:00 AM Posted by Blogger Ramblings of a wandering mind

Couldn't agree with you more! Mommy's tummy is the best place to be; once out, the rat race begins and it starts with 'why hasn't he started talking/crawling yet?', and it just doesn't end :(.

On a different note, you should write (blog) more often. It's interesting reading what you write.    



Monday, June 09, 2008 4:03:00 PM Posted by Blogger GrasshopperBoy

i knew i would find people who would agree with me on this one :)

@phoenix, maverick: its nice to have u guys back

@smeagollum: hello dear cypriot...welcome on board....i sort of have a cyprus connection too :)

@ramblings: mr. jayal? :)    



Tuesday, June 10, 2008 12:15:00 PM Posted by Blogger SmeaGollum

Thanks.
And Cyprus connection? How? Know someone working for Amdocs?    



Monday, June 16, 2008 9:57:00 AM Posted by Blogger GrasshopperBoy

My big boss is a Cypriot. Infact, I just might be coming to Cyprus myself in September. (If wishes were horses)    



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