The thousand rupee note..!

The thousand-rupee note stared at me, its eyes bleak and bleary, along with its mighty sister, the five hundred- rupee note. “How could this have happened to me?” asked the thousand rupee note.
“Yesterday we two were most powerful in the country, “Today we are garbage! Kachra!”
I looked at the two desolate figures and realized how proud they had looked yesterday, the day I had got them from the bank, “Are you a rich man?” the thousand rupee note had asked me disdainfully.
“Because we only belong to the rich!” the five hundred rupee note had said haughtily. “For people like you, our poorer cousins, the hundred rupees and fifty rupees are good enough!”     
“No I am not a rich man!” I had whispered.
“We can make out,” one of them had scoffed, “We can see we are the only two notes in your wallet!”
“We are used to belonging to rich people who have crores of rupees, all in bundles, generally hidden inside a slit mattress, maybe stored in an air-conditioned loft, or kept in a club locker!”
“Whereas your wallet is a bit lonely!” said the five hundred.
“And smelly!” said the thousand, “Don’t you have a clean wallet to put us in?”
“We are not used to being treated so shabbily!” said the thousand. “What did we do to deserve this treatment.
“I’m sorry!” I had said yesterday, “I did not know you were used to such royal treatment, “I would have asked the cashier for hundred and fifty rupee notes instead!”
“You can still do that!” said both the notes together, and seeing their proud faces I went back to the bank and exchanged the two notes for their lowly cousins, who seemed more happy and comfortable in my pocket. Now I looked at the two notes, somebody had thrown away. “How could this have happened to us?” they cried together from the gutter where they had been thrown, “We are kachra today!”
I looked at the two proud notes, and remembered how they had treated me yesterday, “Maybe you should have learnt to be less proud!” I said quietly to them, as the fifty and hundred rupee notes in my wallet giggled.
“We thought we were the greatest! That there was nothing more desired by anyone but us!”
“Many people think that way!” I said quietly, “and then their pride makes them fall!”
“Please pick us up!” cried the two notes.
“You are useless!” I said, “Whereas these hundred rupee and other notes are the kings of my wallet now! Maybe it’s a lesson to all the proud people in our world: Up today, down tomorrow!”
The notes in my pocket were quiet, suddenly realizing they also could fall tomorrow, as they heard the two moan in the gutter..!
    
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The thousand rupee note..!

The thousand-rupee note stared at me, its eyes bleak and bleary, along with its mighty sister, the five hundred- rupee note. How could this have happened to me? asked the thousand rupee note. Yesterday we two were most powerful in the country, Today we are garbage! Kachra! I looked at the two desolate figures and realized how proud they had looked yesterday, the day I had got them from the bank, Are you a rich man? the thousand rupee note had asked me disdainfully. Because we only belong to the rich! the five hundred rupee note had said haughtily. For people like you, our poorer cousins, the hundred rupees and fifty rupees are good enough! No I am not a rich man! I had whispered. We can make out, one of them had scoffed, We can see we are the only two notes in your wallet! We are used to belonging to rich people who have crores of rupees, all in bundles, generally hidden inside a slit mattress, maybe stored in an air-conditioned loft, or kept in a club locker! Whereas your wallet is a bit lonely! said the five hundred. And smelly! said the thousand, Dont you have a clean wallet to put us in? We are not used to being treated so shabbily! said the thousand. What did we do to deserve this treatment. Im sorry! I had said yesterday, I did not know you were used to such royal treatment, I would have asked the cashier for hundred and fifty rupee notes instead! You can still do that! said both the notes together, and seeing their proud faces I went back to the bank and exchanged the two notes for their lowly cousins, who seemed more happy and comfortable in my pocket. Now I looked at the two notes, somebody had thrown away. How could this have happened to us? they cried together from the gutter where they had been thrown, We are kachra today! I looked at the two proud notes, and remembered how they had treated me yesterday, Maybe you should have learnt to be less proud! I said quietly to them, as the fifty and hundred rupee notes in my wallet giggled. We thought we were the greatest! That there was nothing more desired by anyone but us! Many people think that way! I said quietly, and then their pride makes them fall! Please pick us up! cried the two notes. You are useless! I said, Whereas these hundred rupee and other notes are the kings of my wallet now! Maybe its a lesson to all the proud people in our world: Up today, down tomorrow! The notes in my pocket were quiet, suddenly realizing they also could fall tomorrow, as they heard the two moan in the gutter..! [email protected]