Blase-an utopia

Argumentative that i am, unfortunately, i had once come across a friend who put forward the question, "What is your ultimate aim in your life?" At the first instant, the answer seemed simple. "Money", I blurted out. "Given that you now have all the money you could dream of spending and yet be left over with a cache, what next?" was his immediate question. Still bearing his persistance
I said " No work to do, or rather say i am in an island with a hammock under a shady tree etc.", i replied stretching my imagination. "Its yours, what next". Annoyed a bit , though trying to avoid that expression on my face," A girl" I snapped, trying to put an end to this seemingly never ending conversation.


Surprisingly, the conversation did not end. Rather it went on, adding to the list of innumerable needs a young guy could ever ask for. This particular interview of mine went on until my not-so-thoughtful mind rushing ahead was made to screech as though brakes had been applied to a speeding car. He shot the question,"what do you actually derive from all this?". He did not wait for my answer. "Is it not pleasure that you are asking for?"

On a retrospective, I have possessed almost all that i had once thought would bring me all the plesure. I have my money now, not a very big amount, though, I barely am able to spend one third of what i earn. Yet I want more.When I come across people earning more, I feel disgusted. For about three months in a row, I was free from any work, not even the slightest. I was bored to death and I longed desperately to get back to at least some work. At work, I got placed in a good Indian company. I
grumbled of not being in an mnc.

In short, pleasure is like the mirage of an oasis. It just seems a mile away. But as soon as you cross the mile, it still is a mile away.

All this might sound liek a vent off from a thoroughly frustrated guy. Expressing that you are loser is not an end to the woes. Rather the truth is, this further craving for pleasure is the only reason for mankind's progress. Unless a scientist looks for further pleasure from a future invention, he would not give a damn about a new one. Had one not asked for more money, man would forever have stuck to the barter system.

Definitely, as each mile is of the journey is crossed pleasure does come like a relieving spray on a hot day. But the bloody thing lasts only a moment. Even before we can experience the pleasure, we worry about what will happen when the pleasure is no longer there. A remedy is, once a while look down at people who are even less fortunate and derive some relative pleasure. I am not suggesting that you take up a sadistic approach. But just be happy that,you, by some reason are not in his shoes.