The more I think about it, the more I realize that making money is totally pointless especially when it keeps you away from loved ones. What's the point of life really if you can't go back home to parents or children or your partner at the end of a long hard day at work? We stay away from home and our home cities/countries waiting all year for those 10 days to go back and be with them and for many of us even that doesn't happen every year. We wish against all hope to make it for a childhood best friend's or a sister's or a brother's wedding and on most occasions don't manage to. Most of our Facebook statuses are about how we miss being with family and friends especially during the Holidays, how we miss Park Street at Christmas time or Delhi's wintry mornings and "Maa ke haath ka khana". We call our old grandparents and give them a hard time as they literally scream into the telephone to ensure they can be heard thousands of miles away and when they ask when they would be seeing us next, we answer quickly with "soon", all the time living with the fear that it could very well be "never".
And yet every morning, I snooze my alarm three times, crawl out of bed unwillingly and wear my business suit to go make some money. Most days, I don't stop to think why. But when I do, I realize the pointlessness of it all and then this piece happens.
