May 13th, 2009
by gbsingh.
“People are out to grab easy money, fast money, free money or even some unclaimed money lying over there somewhere, hidden from the eyes of others… what a corruption of life we have landed ourselves in!” – Eva was feeling every single word she was speaking in the absolute depth of it.
Easy Money
“How can we [...]
May 11th, 2009
by gbsingh.
“At times I doubt if I love you or I love money more… mad money making the mad world we are doomed to live in!” – I was still under the sad spell of Eva’s imminent departure.
“Everyone seems to be out there to love money like crazy… why on earth did we invent it at [...]
May 6th, 2009
by gbsingh.
“Money talks louder than love story reads. I’ll have to go and earn some money now.” – Eva sat down and took out her planner out of her rucksack.
“When do you plan to go?” – I was feeling I would miss her after she leaves.
“Not right now, but yes… in a few days I [...]
Oct 30th, 2008
by gbsingh.
He wanted easy money. He wanted fast money. He wanted free money.
He had no money left with him.
I am talking of one of the Europeans I met in Manali. This man had gone broke and didn’t have money even to fill his belly.
His friends suggested him to go beg it on roads.
“Will they give?” – [...]
Sep 30th, 2008
by gbsingh.
What was I up to in my second life now?
What are you up to in your first life that you are living?
Is it success in life?
I was no more up to it, though people today say I am successful. I laugh at myself when I hear them saying so.
Is it money?
I did earn money but [...]
Aug 31st, 2008
by gbsingh.
How much business profitability can you imagine there can be in a business & money transaction?
There are rules in various different businesses that determine it.
But my father broke all the rules, though he had never been a very shrewd businessman.
He used to deal in the rarest of the rare things. He was always in the [...]
Aug 16th, 2008
by gbsingh.
We do not play the game of life.
I am talking of the real life, not the toy game that has gone so popular only because the real one is not.
We do not play the game.
We rather fight a war.
Our family relations are not playful; they are regimented protocols more in an army kind of setting.
We [...]