An acquaintance's
daughter recently bought her own plane ticket for a holiday trip by paying
2/3rd of the plane fare from her own savings. She is 9 years old!
I felt so proud of her
when I learnt this. As a child, although I was never asked to, I would save up
all the 10 and 20 rupees I got as birthday gifts from relatives (this was the
eighties, so 10 and 20 rupees mattered a lot). Once in a while, you'd see a
6-year old me squatting on the floor and fervently counting my money. Then, my
maternal grandpa would visit us, top off my savings and round it off, and buy
me savings certificates from the bank and the post office that would double or
treble my money after a certain number of years.
Actually let me back
up a little bit. I knew my money even before I had learnt my numbers. I was
very little when my grandma once left a green 5 rupee note/bill in my hand as
she was leaving. I was asleep, and in my sleepy state, I knew that there was
money in my hand. Later, my mom took away that money, lest I lose it. When I
woke up and asked for it, my mom, unmindful, tucked a red two rupee note in my
hand. I threw a tantrum, saying, "I don't want red money, I want green
money." This was even before I was number literate.
When I started
tutoring students in my late-teens, it became even easier to save money. My
habit of buying savings certificates continued, and so did my habit of counting
money. I did not need grandpa's help anymore. Once I was counting the notes
when a storm appeared all of a sudden and blew away two 500 rupee notes from
the top floor balcony. That was the closest I have come to having a heart
attack (I ran downstairs in lightning speed and retrieved them in time though).
The excitement of
counting money is gone now, simply because there is no money to see, smell,
touch, and count. It is all invisible money that gets deposited in a bank. Even
then, paydays are my favorite days, and I excitedly log in to my bank account
to see my bank balance increase. As kids, we were never encouraged to save or
earn money. Doing odd jobs for money was seen as time wasted, time that could
be spent studying and improving grades. As a result, I can afford a dozen trips
to Utah now, but will never know the excitement of saving and buying my own
travel tickets as a nine year old.
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