One of the things that I try not to miss, is to read the Times of India on Sunday mornings. I hugely enjoy reading the Sunday Times with a breakfast of bread-butter-omelette and cups and cups of tea. May be because it reminds me of my IIT hostel days.
I read the entire editorial page. A column that I haven’t missed since a very long time is Swaminomics by Swaminathan S Ankalesaria Aiyar aka S2A2.
Since last few months, I also regularly read the Smart Money column written by Gaurav Mashruwala on financial planning. The format of that column is very interesting. Each column revolves around a young couple and their family. The family is first introduced. Then it gives a list of the couple’s financial goals, what they are saving for. It is then followed by the analysis of where they are today. And then there are suggestions about how they should proceed ahead to meet their financial goals. I would say a must read for ALL the young people. I wish something like this was available when I was young.
This week’s Smart Money had a very interesting quote by Henry David Thoreau . That man is richest whose pleasures are cheapest. I hadn’t heard it before. It immediately struck a chord. How true, and how simply stated.
Most of us run after making money hoping that the riches will give us pleasures. But if the pleasures that we seek are expensive, we would need to make more and more money. In the bargain, we may miss many simple pleasures which are ours for taking for free!
It doesn’t cost anything to stop and watch a beautiful sunset which happens everyday. A simple cutting chai consumed on a road corner with one’s friends can be as pleasurable as a cocktail enjoyed with the same friends in a five start hotel. The pleasure one gets sitting with ones life partner, holding hands on a full moon night on the seashore, listening to the waves costs nada, zilch, nothing. The joy one gets just looking at a smiling child or listening to him babble is incomparable. But we are so busy getting rich, we never have time for these.
I remember a poem we had in school. I don’t recall the poet. It went something like this अमृतघट भरले तुझ्या घरी का वणवण फिरसी बाजारी. Roughly translated, it says, You have a pot of nectar at home, why are you trying to buy it outside.
That man is richest whose pleasures are cheapest.