The Eternal Thing

I’ve thought about it more than once — what I’d do if I ever got a raise. People say, “Don’t settle. Ask for more. You’re worth more.” It’s become a mantra in today’s world, especially in the corporate space. Negotiation is considered self-respect. Hustle is a badge. More money means more success. But I don’t feel proud thinking about it. I feel something else. I feel uneasy. It’s not that I lack ambition. It’s not that I don’t want comfort. It’s that, somewhere deep inside, a question keeps echoing: “Why am I earning this much when so many others earn nothing at all?” And if I ask for more — if I negotiate — what am I doing, really? I know it’s not wrong to want fair pay.  But what is fair in a world that’s anything but? I see delivery workers biking through heat and rain, risking their lives just to deliver my food. I see sanitation workers cleaning up after us while we barely offer them a glance. I see parents in villages sending their kids to school with half-f...

  One pays EMI for a second car, One prays their rent doesn’t go too far. One signs deals in air-conditioned towers, One stands in queue for overtime hours. One upgrades leather seats with ease, One eats last night’s rice and peas. One clicks “Buy” with a platinum card, One skips meals, life running hard. One posts pics of home by the lake, One breaks their back for a one-room stake. One books retreats to cleanse the soul, One counts coins to meet the toll. Two EMIs. One for comfort. One for breath. Two EMIs. One chases luxury, One escapes death. One frets about taxes and stocks that dip, One clutches loan papers with a bleeding grip. One complains about fuel price hikes, One walks five miles on broken bikes. One buys homes for a future unborn, One begs the landlord to stretch the month long. One has a spare room just for art, One has three jobs and a heavy heart. Two EMIs. One for granite floors and view, One for leaking roofs and school dues. Two EMIs. One cushions dreams, One bu...