Unfair to be ONLY Rich.

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Are we earning to pay builders and interior designers, caterers and decorators?  

Whom do we want to impress with our highly inflated house properties & fat weddings?

Do you remember for more than two days what you ate at someone's marriage? 

Why are we working like dogs in our prime years of life?

How many generations do we want to feed?

Most of us have two kids. Many have a single kid. 

How much is the "need" and how much do we actually "want"?? 

Think about it.



Would our next generation be incapable to earn, that we save so much for them!?!

Can not we spare one and a half days a week for friends, family and self??

Do you spend even 5% of your monthly income for your self enjoyment? 
Usually...No.

Why can't we enjoy simultaneously while we earn?   

Spare time to enjoy before you have slipped discs and large prostates.

We don't own properties, we just have temporary name on documents.

GOD laughs sarcastically, when someone says,
"I am the owner of this land"!!    

Do not judge a person only by the length of his car. 

Many of our science and maths teachers were great personalities riding on scooters!!    

It is not bad to be rich, but it is very unfair, to be only rich.

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