Time is precious

 SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"

DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"

SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"

SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD: "If you must know, I make $100 an hour."

SON: "Oh! (With his head down).

SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow $50?"

The Father was furious.

DAD: "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such childish behavior."

The Little Boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The Man sat down and started to get even angrier about the Little Boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the Man had calmed down, and started to think: 'Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $50 and he really didn't ask for money very often.'

The Man went to the door of the Little Boy's room and opened the door.

DAD: "Are you asleep, Son?"

SON: "No Daddy, I'm awake".

DAD: "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $50 you asked for."

The Little Boy sat straight up, smiling.

SON: "Oh, thank you Daddy!"

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The Man saw that the Boy already had money, started to get angry again. The Little Boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his Father.

DAD: "Why do you want more money if you already have some?"

SON: "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do. Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."

The Father was crushed. He put his arms around his Little Son, and he begged for his forgiveness. It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that $100 worth of your time with someone you love? If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for would replace us in a matter of days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.

Some things are more important.

Economics is life line subject

 It all started twenty-five years ago. I was teaching Economics at a university in Bangladesh. The country was in the middle of a famine. I felt terrible. Here I was teaching the elegant theories of Economics in the classroom with all the enthusiasm of a brand-new Ph.D. from the United States. But I would walk out of the classroom and see skeleton all around me, people waiting to die.

I felt that whatever I had learnt, whatever I was teaching, was all make-believe stories, with no meaning for people's lives. So I started trying to find out how people lived in the village next door to the university campus. I wanted to find out whether there was anything I could do as a human being to delay or stop the death, even for one single person. I abandoned the bird's-eye view that lets you see everything from above, from the sky. I assumed a worm's-eye view, trying to find whatever comes right in front of you --- Smell it, touch it, see if you can do something about it.

One particular incident took me in a new direction. I met a woman who was making bamboo stools. After a long discussion, I found out that she made only two U.S. pennies each day. I couldn't believe anybody could work so hard and make such beautiful bamboo stools, and yet make such a tiny amount of profit. She explained to me that because she didn't have the money to buy the bamboo to make the stools. She had to borrow from the trader-- and the trader imposed the condition she had to sell the product to him alone, at a price that he decided.

And that explains the two pennies ___ She was virtually in bonded labour to this person. And how much did the bamboo cost? She said, "Oh, about twenty 20 cents. For a very good one twenty-five cents." I thought, "People suffer for twenty cents and there is nothing anyone can do about it ?" I debated whether I should give her twenty cents, but then I came up with another idea__ let me make a list of people who needed that kind of money. I took a student of mine and we went around the village for several days and came up with a list of forty-two such people. When I added up the total amount they needed, I got the biggest shock of my life: It added up to twenty-seven dollars! I felt ashamed of myself for being a part of a society which could not provide even twenty-seven dollars to forty-two hard working, skilled human beings.

To escape that shame, I took the money out of my pocket and gave it to my student. I said, "you take this money and give it to those forty-two people that we met and tell them this is a loan, but they can pay me back whenever they are able to." In the meantime, they can sell their products wherever they can get a good price. After receiving the money, they were very excited.

_courtesy _Ravikant Arya

Solitude and lonely, loneliness

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