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Absent-minded professor…; Bulakkad… there are  many nick-names. And there are many stories about money- matters.

Rinsing or giving clothes for dry-wash with currency-notes in the pockets is the commonest anecdote in families.

My dad had kept a wad of notes under his pillow when he was on a tour. He forgot to pick it up while packing back home… a real heartening tip for the bell-boy!

While cleaning out his table, a colleague of mine tore-up the cheque he received from a client…Writing on the white space of the currency-note is a familiar characteristic of many of us. One Business Development colleague wrote the details of a ‘lead’ on a note and off it went in one of his payments elsewhere…

Last week, my ESOL student of the noon-batch paid her fees for my class. 4 super notes of One Thousand Rupees each. I held it in my hand and that was the last I remember of it…

….Next morning, after I was done with Sayali and Nilay’s ESL class, I slumped down to pick up the Newspaper…now what’s the latest buzz? Nothing very eventful, I thought. Little did I know I would be utterly-butterly wrong!!!

Shabnam my maid came in to do the washing up…Sukshma was in her room studying for the Semester Finals…  Generally a quiet and ‘to-herself-sort of’ Shabnam came up from the washing holding a wet Thousand rupee note and asked me, “Is this a fake note?”

I peered out from my ‘paper and muttered lazily, “No…what?……oye! No-No-No-No!!!”… and what followed was total chaos digging the rest 3 notes out of the garbage…….

I had dumped the fees in the garbage along with some unimportant letters I received the previous afternoon!

What was that… ‘God Proposes; Man disposes…’

 Tata.

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