A message to all my readers When I first began writing down my stories in this quiet space, it was nothing more than an open diary. A place to put memories that needed somewhere to rest, reflections gathered over a lifetime, and thoughts that felt too personal—or perhaps simply too ordinary—to share in conversation. Conventional wisdom often suggests that personal musings rarely accomplish much on the wider internet. There are no frameworks here, no quick advice, and no polished agendas. Just the raw textures of life as I have experienced it: the sudden turns, the quiet routines, the moments of doubt, and the steady work of beginning again. Recently, as a small corner quietly crossed 30,000 reads, I paused to look more closely at the numbers. What moved me was not just the milestone itself, but where those visits were coming from. While some readers join from home here in India, so many of you are reading from entirely different corners of the earth—from Singapore across the seas ...
My father, a generation younger, preferred to keep his money safely hidden in his socks while traveling. Unwilling to reveal his hideout, he continued to wear his shoes, unmindful of the discomfort they caused.
As for me, I ridiculed the idea of such safe places, but I carried mine in the deep pockets of my jacket or neatly rolled into the drawstring pocket of my salwar.
Generation Z did not believe in the cheat sheets that we hoisted. They went a step further and carried their bank in their pockets. Their cheat sheets consisted of PINs and passwords as they swiped or transferred.
My Paytm account was messed up by cheats when my husband responded to a commercial inquiry and asked the merchant to hold the call while he confirmed. He then called the merchant back from my number. We both lost our funds.
Every electronic fund transfer includes a strict warning about safeguarding our accounts and the importance of never disclosing passwords or PINs to unsolicited callers. We have educated and skilled hackers who invade the privacy of our accounts, much like pickpockets, and wipe the slate clean from the luxury of their own homes.
Everything summarizes that all transfers are fraught with dangers.
The queen mother in the movie Bahubali says, 'Mera vachan hi shaasan hai' (my word is the governance) when she promises the throne to the worthiest. It left me wondering why we can't sound like her and say, My word is the currency so primitive, so simple yet so realistic.
Very interesting read!
ReplyDeleteGreat read! Hit me with both nostalgia and paranoia!
ReplyDeleteEven we travelled carrying money these ways.Now this is all too old way of carrying money but youngsters can see what their parents and grandparents did to keep money safe
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