SHARING IS CARING :)
Don’t you ever say I don’t care. It hurts. So badly, that I created a fund by that name. To show you how much I care. But there’s nothing in it right now.
Ask and you shall receive, the Lord said. And I did. I received so much that I’m overwhelmed by the affection and generosity of my friends and big family. And I will give it back in kind. Someday soon. Some even donated a day’s salary not knowing that their employer would withhold payment of the rest of the days, citing the lockdown – “Sorry guys, my funds are locked up in inventory and receivables and plans to grow the business in future. Nothing for you.” That’s ok I said understandingly, at least I have a job. I have my savings to fall back on.” I did not know then that it had been used to fund his inventory.
But the Lord also said Seek and Ye shall find and I had a suspicion someone, not those who gave, but others might ask what I did with what I had received. Well, my answer is, “why do you ask? Trust is the key”.” You have a right to know because it’s your money?” “Oh, I didn’t know that. Now it’s mine! And thank you guys for your trust. Love it. Love you guys.” That’s as good as it gets! But trust me, guys. I care about how I use it guys – I’ll do that carefully for you – after all first, it’s your money and then mine. But I must keep it somewhere safe. Mustn’t I? I went to the bank to see if I could keep it there, and I returned confused and hungry – I went to my favorite bank Corporation Bank, and they said its the Union Bank. Union Bank? Is that a bank? Never heard of it And there was no statue of unity in front of it. Strange. But anyway.
I told them I have a fund I’d collected over the years and have an interest in keeping it safe. But we don’t have much interest they said. How much I asked – 5 % for five years! Oh, I said, thank you for your interest. It’s less than what I pay in GST, but is my money safe? No one can touch it but me? Oh! they giggled behind the mask. I could hear it but I couldn’t see it! Surely we cant promise you that. Sometimes businesses fail and then we have to use your money to help them out. Ah, that’s ok then, I care about the success of local businesses too, I said. But I wondered, can I survive this lack of interest?
By then, all I wanted to do was eat. I was hungry. And when I’m hungry, I am angry. It’s then that I don’t care; Really. I am hungry for sustenance and understanding. The latter, because so many lack it, methinks. They think differently. But then I am the one who is hungry and will remain so progressively!
These guys who think differently sit on a bench of Authority for Advanced rulings! They mixed up their metaphors Parotta, Poverty, Pavarotti (the Italian operatic tenor), and Roti! It was Pavarotti that did the trick. They were listening to Pavarotti mix up his genders over a meal of Curry, Roti, and Parotta and it was then the wise guys had their eureka moment! They decided to go from 5 % for the Roti to 18% in GST for the Parotta. Their reasoning? Rotis are ready-to-use while parottas need to be heated before they can be consumed! But they are so advanced! They don’t actually enter the kitchen, they listen to the Chef! In my kitchen when I could afford them, I heated both! Parottas and Rotis are birds of a feather, but they can no longer flock together.
They were not served Parathas and the Parathas were lucky to have missed out. And that’s what I ordered because that all I could afford.
The waiter knew how much I cared about protecting my meager fund that’s yours, my friends and family. Trust me.
