The Price Of Money

A question that struck me recently was, Does Money give joy?.. A wonderful question.. Are there any answers?
To find them, one must, as always, start, at the very begining. What does money provide. It provides a roof.. a roof to cover your house.. it also provides a roof.. a roof to bar your view of the night time sky. (hail to contradictioning apart, this is quite true).. i would rather prefer a night time sky with neptune, and the now disowned Pluto for company, with the flutter of the owl for a breeze, to the buzz of the ceiling fan and the scenery of Asian Paints.
Money buys you cars.. fast cars.. that get you places.. it also buys you cars.. and you zoom past, failing to notice everything that matters.. What is the point, i ask you, to whistle past a perfectly serindipitous, scenic setting, with
an angelic cow chewing cud,
a squirrel ninbbling a nut,
a butterfly peeling a bud
and dogs playing on mud,
with your music player in full blast, sunglasses on and the a/c blowing on your super-cool(ed) face failing to notice any of these settings? a pity in the city? truly!
The list that money can buy is endless. it starts from pens and ends with police officers.
The list that money can not buy is also endless.. it starts from happiness and ends with a yearly aniversary reminder that men seem to forget with amazing ease and rather disastrous consequences.
i am not going to quote the tag line, money cant buy joy, but it can get you a Master Card (well, there i have quoted it), but ceasing from trivialities, i must hasten to point out that the price of money is always over- estimated. Money is not everything. One of the only things the Almighty didnt create along with this world was bank notes. So we can do without it.
The infinite pleasures of man will not be deemed any less if he doesnt have a few coloured pieces of paper for comfort. All he has to do was look around.
and discover the earthy Heaven around him.