The note of a note

 

I happen to be a currency note , slightly high valued so that everyone holds me with a high esteem. If ever I fall on the ground there are multiple hands to pick me up and eager to keep it sith themselves only rather than return me to my original master . Actually , I have no master. For one , I usually change people very frequently  . Morever, everyone appears to be my happy slave only.  So perhaps the idea of having a single master for long generally never comes into equation.

 However  , sometimes people hoard me and pray the currency is not demonetized . In such instances I have a single master for a long period but then I stay imprisoned with many more notes  of my flock in such situations , hidden underground,  beneath the mattresses , behind idols, inside camouflaged safe units, stashed within old garments etc. The probability of some financial mishap and the fear of not being able to earn more in future makes people imprison me . Strange that the owners who have many of my kind are more worried than those who have a few of us. The latter let me go free much earlier and often more gleefully than their more opulent brethren. 

People generally exchange me in lieu of goods or services they get. Soemtimes they buy life too using me by getting both dead and alive animals to their home.  However , in some cases money is not what money does. There is a confession I want to make now to clear my soul as I near my crumpled days. I have been a cause of lot of infighting , deceipt, disruption,  dispute , greed and negativity . Sometimes people offer me when they do not want to leave a trace of their presence or do not want to disclose  having bought something. I have often seen people mislead others or bargain with each other with an intention to keep me in their custody , only to fear rest of their lives that I would leave them. Surprisingly  , if they have two currency notes of same  value still they prefer to retain the shiny , newer one . Though it doesn’t matter value wise . Why they do it is best known to them . To me it doesn’t matter who my master is and what he plans to do with me . 

 I have been the cause of prayers and have heard there is a special faith and devotion towards even Gods who shower a lot of wealth  on devotees. On many an instance my presence in the closet brings more friends and relatives together till the time they believe I am present ininside. On a more positive note, I make people work hard and strive to excel beyond their normal capability in a quest to bring me their wallet. This continues till the time they forget I am not an end in itself but only a means towards an end . But many forget what their life means till the time it is about to end.Ironically , they started to ruin life to earn me so that they could enjoy life more ..whatever it means !  Then they feel probably they missed out appreciating the journey in a devoted frenzy to reach an infinite end. Probably it is not infinite but a cipher. Life exists when nothing else does . Rest all is only a distraction.  So am I.