“Long ago there lived a wealthy king. He had a huge empire to himself but he was always greedy for more. He always kept asking the God to grant him excess of everything…”
He was lonely as his wife had died while giving birth to a beautiful baby girl, who meant the world to him now.
One fine day, God decided to grant him his wishes once and for all.
The king was elated to hear the boon, that everything he would touch now would turn into gold.
He ran around touching everything, he touched his palace and it turned into gold, he touched his throne, it became gold.. he touched garden and the trees turned golden.
Feeling elated at the mass accumulation of wealth in the form of Gold, he hugged his daughter, not to realize that the boon still stayed.
The boon turned into curse for him.
He stood there wailing, pleading but it was his own doing. He got everything he wanted but at a very high cost. It was the greed that turned his boon into curse.
This story comes reverberating into my mind today when I reach out to open the door of the beautiful house. A house I made after slogging my self day and night at work.
The luxury car that I bought after paying huge loan installments fails to take me to my loved ones in this lockdown today.
My own beautiful artifacts of the house picked up from the world over, displaying my access to international travel and purchases haunt me today.
The distilled water bottles from the Himalayas, packed in fancy plastic bottles which I showed off to each guests as a personalized service are a curse today to the growing plastic menace.
The bundles of hard cash which once gave me the feeling of power, exist as possible unsanitised.
The designer clothes which costed me a fortune, lay hanging in the wardrobe as I feel my joggers are best to wear, wash and sun dry, rather than giving it in hands of dry cleaners who may dry them on some metal objects.
I am in no mood to have a chicken biryani or mutton guloti kabab any more. My home cooked dal gives me a more peaceful sleep.
The huge amount of money I invested in my own beauty regime, those face lifts, those cream,the serums, aren’t being used as I touch my visage less and less.
The only thing that matters to me today is my health, my simple food, my immunity, my sleep and my freedom.
Today I call no guests to party,
Now the display of my GOOD HEALTH is more important than the display of my
VAST WEALTH.
I am scared, I am in the hands of others, my existence lies in the good health of those around me.
Is this the end of a materialist world or a beginning of a new era. The mystic forces have been giving us alarm bells but we would put them on snooze every time.
It’s time to wake up !
It’s time to realize !
It’s time to reconsider our priorities !
It’s time to count our blessings !
JAAN BHI JAHAN BHI..so true.
मुझे छोड़ दे मेरे हाल पर बबूमशाए….
ज़िंदगी बड़ी होनी चाहिए .. लम्बी नहीं !!
