Money and other trouble-makers

When you live alone and you have to pay for every meal you eat, for every step you take, every inch of distance you cover, you realise the power of this strong, invisible force. In an expensive city like Singapore, a few years makes everybody if not money-wise, then atleast money-minded. I look at people and how they make money here- they work hard, they are smart but they are just businessmen. Take the examle of my room-mate. She is paying money to live in that room, so she will do just that live in that room. She will need lights to be turned off when she wants, to not be turned on when she is asleep, not even the sound of an opening cupboard-why?- because she pays the rent, scotty. She plainly thinks that the only way you can make the other person in your room comfortable is by keeping mute and not making the slightest noise. When other people in the house speak to each other, she asks is that in your culture? A form of absoluted deflated superiority complex- the false, borrowed sense of pride in being from a country which is not India- forgetting the fact that your origin is in India- you refuse to use toilet paper, because you are more comfortable with the water- the so called indian method- and you follow sathya sai baba who rests calmly in his ashram in bangalore, which again is in India. A first hand experience of hypocrisy not only brings my blood to boil but makes me pity these displaced people. They are essentially a confused lot who all their lives will be fence-sitters. They will never qualify to be on either side.
Look, what bred this entire debate- money. It can cause a lot of worry if you let it to. Simple caution and moderation are the key words. The test is time- when do you understand the rules of the game- only after having played it half way through.
Never mind. Play on.